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 Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 9:31 pm
 She was cold, and wet, and rather hungry. She loved the rain. It was one of her passions. She would travel for miles just to follow a storm, kicking at the air as thunder clapped around her, and whinnying in pure joy as the rain fell in curtains around her. There was just one side-effect to rain that she didn't like so much. Mud. Nice firm mud wasn't so bad, but the gooey, slimy, sticky stuff was out of her taste.
Soraven headed for a rather swollen river, putting her feet in the shallows to try and at least clean off her feet. She was covered from horn to hoof with a layer of that sticky mud. And it was clay-based, meaning..... And there it was, her worst fear realized. Her feet were temporarily dyed mud brown. She sighed, and pawed around the shallows, trying to find a firm piece of land to roll on and try to clean the rest of the residue off of her coat, without getting too much more dirt on it from the running water.
Finally, she found the spot she was looking for, and with a grunt lay down to roll. And roll she did. Her hooves set up sprays of water as she threw herself into her cleaning, rubbing her back and sides against the hard soil and small stones to help scrub off the thick cakes of mud. It took several minutes of this before she felt satisfied, and rose from the water to see what damage the mud had caused. Her hair was patches of very dark blue-brown, in varying shades, and her coat was also varying shades of brown. She was appalled to find that she looked like a rather ugly paint, with three dark raindrops on her haunch, and muddy blue-brown hair plastered to her hide. She looked around quickly, hoping that no one was going to see her like this.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 3:45 pm
Claude was, previously, enjoying a very nice outing with his brother. However, something he said had set off Claude's already frayed nerves. Perhaps it was innocent, and Suichii most likely didn't deserve it. Claude would apologize later, but at that moment he was just too angry with everything to be bothered with morality. He stomped through the new mud, mixed by the fresh rains. Brown splattered up his newly muscled legs, almost unseen among the busy orange and red of his pelt. Scarlet would be furious that he had gotten himself so busy. He didn't care. He'd deal with that when it came. For now he just tried to get out all of his aggression, pounding the negative feelings through his legs and into the ground, where they would be rendered moot.
The therapy did it's job. Soon the stomping became useless and he was no longer smarting with irritation. The only down side was that he felt really bad for hurting his brother as he did. He knew Suichii would forgive him, he always did. Suichii was far too good, and often Claude didn't believe his stories of a past stained red with sin. Claude felt even worse know Suichii would happily forgive him. Why couldn't the stallion just hold a grudge for once? That would be easier to deal with. He was so consumed in his thoughts that he didn't realize the intimate moment he'd walked in on until he was too late.
"Oh -- um -- I'm sorry," his voice went up a few octaves as he spoke, legs moving without taking him anywhere. Had his pelt been any less red then the blush would be evident.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 12:08 am
Soraven looked up, surprised by the reddish stallion that suddenly walked in where she was. She stared at him for a moment, then at her mottled hide, then back, and gave her best sheepish grin. "It's alright, I was just trying to get a bath. I didn't realize the mud around these parts stained you see, and I went for a roll.... Nor did I realize it was quite so sticky." She scraped a hoof on the ground, trying to get some of it out. "I was finished when you came, though it probably doesn't look that way..." She gave herself another once over, and her ears flicked back. She right now was a Very ugly paint.
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