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 Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 8:52 am
...>> I request that you not ask about the random title. XD Private RP between my Deidren and Haisyn's Xaivary. Please no posting~  
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 8:53 am
Spring had arrived. The days were growing longer and warmer and the snow of winter was finally beginning to melt. The rivers were full to bursting with the runoff. Tiny buds were just starting to form on the bare, gnarled limbs of deciduous trees. Song birds had returned with the changing season and were singing merrily at the crack of down and Deidren was about ready to kill them.
Piercing crimson eyes glowered out into the warm early morning light that poured in from outside. For the past several months he had taken to residing in the cave that Malcolm used as a home. The older stallion never complained about Deidren’s presence and the black stallion was just happy having a place to stay out of the elements in. The multitude of blankets and cushions strewn about the rock floor weren’t bad either. Malcolm said that they had just been borrowed from the two-leggers. Deidren got the distinct feeling that they were never going to be returned.
He stretched his neck back to snag a corner of his blanket to try and block out a bit of the light and noise but paused before getting to the fabric. The old man was missing. Deidren blinked a few times. It wasn’t unusual for them to leave separately or even never come ‘home’ at all. But Malcolm had been there just a few hours ago when Deidren had gone to sleep. When had he managed to sneak away? The young stallion ignored it and tried to go back to sleep. Then after a few minutes of failed attempts he swore at the birds and snapped his eyes open again.
In one slightly awkward movement Deidren heaved himself onto his feet and staggered to the doorway. He’d had it in his mind to charge at the birds but instead stumbled off towards the stream that ran near the foothills and his home and out towards to great plains. His mane was sticking out in odd angles from sleep and his footsteps were heavy and unevenly placed. If one didn’t know the stallion it would be easy to assume that he was either drunk off of something or dying. Really, he just was not a morning person.
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 7:14 pm
It was strange to face spring and the annoyance of waking up to the chorus of chirps in the morning after a long, silent winter. Xaivary peered upward at the trees from near the stream, single green forelock dangling blatantly across her goggle-shaded vision. There was no telling what color the brown mare's eyes were with those on, and since she hadn't taken them off in the presence of anyone else in recent memory, it would likely remain a mystery.
"I don't suppose you guys and gals would lower the volume a bit? Some people like to still be sleeping about now, you know." She paused for a moment, but her request was as ignored as she'd suspected it would be. "Yeah, I didn't really think so." Shrugging, Xaivary turned to the stream and dipped her muzzle in for a drink, though she stopped mid-swallow to p***k her ears up at the sound of footfalls.
The volume of the steps certainly did not indicate someone trying to sneak up on her, and also someone rather large. Curious, she returned to the trees and peeked between them to try and spy the source. She tilted her head upon spying Deidren, guessing that since he didn't look sick, and didn't smell drunk, his morning must have started off ever so pleasantly. Aside from that all she could make out about him was that he appeared to be slightly younger than she, and that he almost looked like a shadow had crept up on him one night and decided to take residence upon his otherwise silver person. An interesting and rather startling look, indeed.
She shifted back over by the stream, moving so she would be easily seen. No point acting like a stalker and skulking about in the trees, after all.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 1:47 pm
Deidren yawned loudly as he continued stumbling along sleepily towards the stream. He could hear the water as it ran down and sloshed against the rocks and he debated over the merits of just walking straight into the flow. A couple things changed his mind as he got closer. The first was a simple desire not to freeze his tail off. The second was not a desire at all but a thing. A mare.
The stallion stopped and stared. His eyes narrowed slightly looking the mare over as though trying to decide if she were a dream or hallucination. For the most part she looked ordinary enough a brown mare with fluffy white fetlocks. However...Deidren's eyes wandered over her unusual accessories and finally came to rest on the bright green streak dangling in the mare's face. If that wasn't bad enough, he couldn't see her eyes due to some strange device covering them and atop her head she seemed to have a pair of horns growing out of her cap.
He stared for a good long while until he was finally able to reclaim his voice from wherever it had been startled off to. "What...the hell are you?" He managed to ask though his words were thick and his voice stuck. He had been fairly certain that the birds had woken him from his slumber but looking at that unusual mare had made him question that fact.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 8:24 am
Xaivary's initial response to be stared at in such startlement and then Deidren's blunt question was an amused snort. "Unless I was misinformed, last time I checked I was a Soquili." She tilted her head at him. "The horns are attached to the hat by the way." That was always one of the first things people seemed to ask about. She thought she'd just get it out of the way and hope he didn't ask her to prove it. She was capable of getting it back on without help but it was an awkward and usually somewhat scratchy process, because it involved pinning the hat against a tree with her head and rubbing around until she got it back in place. Noooot particularly comfortable.
She stepped back a bit to make sure his way to the stream was clear. "Birds get you too?" With question asked she simply stood there, seeming quite content to bide her time with her own thoughts until he decided to answer, whether that was right away or after he'd had a drink. Or, she supposed, not at all. Xaivary wasn't always a big conversationalist... and chatty simply wasn't a word you could really use to describe her. If others chose to be silent she certainly wasn't going to gripe at them for it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 8:54 am
The horns were attached? To that hat? Deidren somehow doubted that...but she wasn't boasting about being some demon as demons did. So either she was ashamed of the horns or they really were on the hat.
He watched as she stepped away and listened as she posed a question. He snorted slightly in response. "You have no idea..." He muttered moving towards the water. His mouth was dry, his throat felt scratchy and he was feeling quite irritable thanks to his rather rude awakening. At this moment he was finding that he didn't give a damn about how true her claims about her horns and hat were. He wanted a drink and if she attacked him he'd kill her.
After swallowing down several mouth fulls of water he felt a bit better and slightly more alert. He straightened up and shook himself off. His mane flopped into over one eye but he did nothing to fix it. Instead he turned to fix the unusually quiet mare with a rather sarcastic stare. "You're a real chatty one aren't ya...?" Honestly he preferred the quite ones to the obnoxiously loud ones but he couldn't bring himself to keep his mouth shut.
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 5:14 pm
Xaivary peered off into the trees as Deidren drank, not finding any reason to be particularly concerned or nosy about anything, up to an including pestering him for a name. They might get around to exchanging names, they might not. It didn't really matter much to her.
She swiveled an ear toward him at his sarcastic question, a slim and rather lazy grin lighting on her lips a moment later. "Oh yeah. People tell me to shut up all the time, can't get a word in edge-wise." She watched him silently for a moment before speaking again. "If you like sweet stuff and you're in the mood for a snack this early I got something that might help your morning a bit." She shrugged after that.
If he wound up wanting to try the sugarcane she'd give it to him... if not, no loss on her part. It was her last piece, but she could go "borrow" some more from the Kawani later, right?
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 7:17 pm
He was partially stunned by her quick response but mostly he was just amused. It was rare for someone to throw back a response so quickly. Or it least it was for them when they weren't just calling him an a** immediately following. This was a pleasant change of pace and it didn't take long for him to snort quietly with laughter a slight grin slipping across his lips. It took him even less time to banish the look from his face. He wasn't that kind of cheerful idiot. The kind that smiles at everything. He refused to act like that.
Yet, he couldn't stop his ears twitching stupidly at the mention of a snack. Nor could he stop his stomach from rumbling. This caused his blanked expression to shift again, though this time into a frown. Damn his physical needs.
With a sigh he answered, "I'm not really the sweet liking type...but..." He tossed his head again and this time his mane settled properly. "I could go for some sort of snack right now..." It came it as little more than a mumble as he shifted a little and purposefully looked away from the mare. Really, he should just go and find his own stupid breakfast. But convenience, right at that moment, was something he could use. Even after the cold drink his brain still felt a little fuzzy.
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 8:44 pm
Xaivary saw the smile slip across his face and disappear as fleetingly as a cloud shadow on a windy day. Though admittedly a part of her wondered at it, it wasn't enough to bother her, and she certainly wasn't going to pry. Even the friendliest seeming of Soquili were usually disinclined to share their inner workings with someone they'd known for all of five minutes. Maybe, just maybe, if they were inclined to meet again in the future sometime, she'd feel like asking and he'd feel like answering. You never knew.
Her ears flicked in a manner not unlike his own the moment before when his stomach rumbled. At his mumbled reply she simply nodded and twisted to tug at her scarf, after a moment dislodging the stick of sugarcane in question. She set it on a, more or less, clean and dry rock next to both him and the stream and once again backed away to a more comfortable distance. "Well, not like you have to eat the sweet-stick if you decide you don't like it." ...She never had really understood why some people would choke down food they couldn't stand just for politeness' sake. Not that Xaivary thought Deidren was of that particular bent given his behavior so far.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 8:14 am
Her scarf might as well have been magic. Deidren was no fool, what she had produced had to have been placed there, but it was still rather astonishing to watch it appear. She set the unusual stick down and he watched as she back away once more. The more she did that the more he liked her. He didn't have to keep his guard up so much if there was a fair amount of space between them. It also showed, more or less, that she wasn't trying to trick him into a trap.
Once she'd stepped away he approached the rock uncertainly. The "sweet-stick" didn't look like anything he'd ever eaten before. For a little while he simply stood and stared at it before bowing his head and biting a chunk out of it and straightening back up.
The chocolate mare hadn't been lying. It was sweet indeed. A bit too sweet for the silver maned stallion. He choked and took several steps away from the offending treat but somehow the treat still managed to force it's way down his throat. How it happened he wasn't sure but one second it had been in his mouth and the next it was sliding very slowly down his throat.
"How can you eat that stuff?" He managed to roughly squeak out.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 4:51 pm
Well if the way he lurched backward as though the treat had tried to bite him was any indication at all, Xaivary assumed he hadn't found it to his liking. She took a few slow steps forward and retrieved what remained, taking a moment to place it back within the confines of her scarf before cocking her head at Deidren. "I usually eat it a bit slowly and with great enthusiasm. But then, I've got a bit of a sweet tooth, so." She shrugged. "If it helps any you can wash the taste down pretty readily with a few gulps of water." One bite didn't stick to your teeth the way a few did.
Another silent pause ensued for a few moments after that, almost feeling awkward toward the end. Xaivary spent most of it examining the area lazily before flicking ears and goggled gaze back to the dark stallion. "What do you like, then?" Her own tastes were rather eclectic, to be honest, even if the sugarcane was her favorite. It seemed prudent, however, to find out if he might be inclined toward the mint leaves or spicy bark she also had stashed away before actually offering any.
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 2:06 pm
He was pretty sure that the mare was insane if she could eat that stuff with enthusiasm. Luckily, now that it was not on his tongue the taste was fading fast enough. He didn't think that he'd need to gulp down a bucket full of water to get rid of it entirely so he didn't move any closer to the stream. He could tolerate it well enough now that it was just a faint, lingering taste.
In the silence he just stared at her as though trying to make sense of her still. She was very odd for a mare that was certain. Tough he couldn't really say anything else about her. She was just strange to him in neither a good or bad way. As she posed a question and broke the silence he furrowed his brow slightly in thought.
What did he like? He wasn't sure. He didn't ever really eat many different foods. He'd had a few different kinds of grass, the longer blades in the fields were the best to him. Other than that he'd stumbled upon a few berry bushes which weren't bad but some were too sweet for him. Then there were the orange sticks that Malcolm had shown up with some time ago. Those had been pretty good. In the end he broke his silence with an ever so informative, "I dunno...stuff."
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 11:34 am
Being considered strange, or even a bit insane, was something Xaivary was used to. She was certainly eccentric, with her choice of attire and penchant for mischief and distant behavior. If asked Xai herself would probably be the first one to label herself as "weird", and she was quite satisfied with who she was. Even at those times when it seemed like no one else was.
She simply watched as Deidren mulled over an answer, for all the world not appearing to so much as bat an eye at the vague answer. "Well, fortunately it's spring so there's plenty of stuff popping up everywhere." She really just wasn't nosy enough to pressure him for a more detailed answer. "Wanna go find something to eat? If I'm not keeping you from someone or completely weirding you out for the morning, that is." It was nice to have some company of a sort for a change.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 7:19 am
And just like that his rather useless answer was accepted. His ear flicked slightly at the offer to go find something to eat. It wasn't like he had anyone to go back to. Mal had run off somewhere and it wasn't like Deidren desperately desired to see his face...ever. She also wasn't completely weirding him out. Was she weird? Oh yes, very. Was it weird in a way that was bothering him? Surprisingly no.
He looked her over with a critical eye taking note of everything from the spiked anklets on her legs, to her size, to her hat. Ultimately he decided that she wasn't really a threat, at least not a big one. She hadn't attacked him yet and for whatever reason he got the feeling that she wasn't going to try. How odd.
"Alright, sure, whatever." He muttered with a toss of his head to finally break his long silence. "So long as you aren't gonna jump me when my back is turned or somethin'." In a way that was his version of a joke but he didn't wait for a response to turn and head downstream. Upstream everything turned into a lot of rocks after a while but downstream was where the good stuff was as far as he was concerned.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 8:57 am
Xaivary turned and followed Deidren as he set off, perfectly satisfied with walking along in the slightly awkward but still rather companionable silence. Her only replies to his statements upon accepting her offer of going to "find stuff" were a faint grin, and then a completely deadpan answer to his joke of sorts. "I try not to jump over people in general. It usually ends painfully for everyone." Likely she was simply tweaking the meaning of his statement and joking back, but it would have been very difficult for someone who just met her to determine if she was serious or not.
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