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 Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 12:27 pm
Smooth muscles ran under the hide of the green female and she walked with her head held high and a sigh left her lips. Tossing her head to the side, the small strand of white and green flapped before falling back against her neck. Dark coal brown eyes stared out from the sockets and her skin was flawless except a few stickers in her tail. Coming to a stop, she gazed at the far place ahead of her before turning her head to look at the tail. Poor thing had black little chiggers all up and down it and with every step she walked she could feel the soft tug.
Baring her teeth slightly, she looked up at the sun as the grass brushed her sides and whispered in the wind. It was hot and she needed water so why stop and toy with a tail when she needed to drink. But vanity was a problem. With the lift of her back hoof, she tried to transfer as many of the small things on the soft feathers around her foot then used her front to scrap it off. A slow and tedious process as she felt like she was being baked alive in the summer heat. Agitation formed on her brow with each reluctant spawn of the plant and she could feel her hide twitching with the flys that landed on it. Snapping her head around she nipped at them just as one flew by. Her ears went back right away and she snorted before turning her head to gaze at the swishing tail. "Better..." She muttered.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 5:12 pm
White hide and hooves barreled through the plains in the mid-day sun, white tail and mane flowed with an edgy grace in the self made breeze, and white steam from with nostrils rose into electric blue eyes. The sun reflected off the stallion’s coat, making him a blinding blur of motion. Sweat bead after sweat bead rolled down his neck, off his body, and into the tall grasses that gave way to his pounding hooves. Lean and toned muscles rippled beneath the silky white hide, obviously not strained. This was an everyday activity, something practiced daily.
Now that he had no mare holding him down, and the children were off doing whatever it was that children did, Ritalin had time to run freely through the plains, his plains. His beauty could now shine upon the lesser of the plains now that he was free to let his beauty be seen by all, and not just his “mate.” What a lie that had been, his “mate.” She said she would stay with him, but as soon as she gave birth to the kids, she ran off with some loon. Ritalin despised her for it, but despised the other stallion more. No one took anything away from him, not even if they could cause him to fall down a cliff. That had been a fluke, and the loon knew it. Ritalin gritted his teeth and ran harder, trying to clear his mind of the horrible memories. That had not been a beautiful day…
Then, a blur of green. Ritalin did a double take, slowed himself, made a u-turn, and cantered back to where he saw the green blur. A mare, a very beautiful one. Well, if that wasn’t just what he needed. He took a majestic pose, and focused his attention on her, beckoning her to approach.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 4:03 pm
Ears flickered back at the sound of hooves hitting the ground. What the hell was anyone doing out here? A sigh left the nose of the female as she sniffed the lovely grass once more before rising her head from the ground. The wind pulled whisps of her hair to the side and brushed the silken strands against her neck and body as she watched the white stallion race against the wind itself it seemed. Cocking her head to the side, a confused look turned her features as the pace of the male picked up. Seeing that he was continuing the pace, she lowered her head once more to the ground and bit at the sweet grass before turning her ears to listen for the fading galloping but nothing but the birds and bugs.
Rasing her head, leisurely chewing on the grass before spotting the male just standing there. Cocking a eyebrow her chewing paused a half fraction of a second before glancing around. What in the bloody hell was he staring at? Staring was rude. Noticing it was herself, she snorted softly and moved her ears back showing her disinterest in the stallion. Just looking at him gave her head but he was a interesting creature with a coat pure white and that with matching hair. Shifting her tail, she moved slightly looking for some more grass. Feeling the sun and his eyes on her still, she snorted softly causing dust from the ground to slightly rise up.
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 3:19 pm
The mare looked up at the stallion, but showed her disinterest with a snort and a flick of the tail. The stallion smirked, having seen this type of mare before. They acted indifferent, solid, and unwavering in their opinions, but they were just like all the other mares in the world, deep down. Ritalin simply had to coax the dumb, prattling mare out of her and she would be his. The mare’s beauty and the way she took care of herself were dead giveaways that she liked to keep herself in good condition, a telltale sign of there being a mare that could be wooed hidden under the reproachful attitude that was being given off. If the silent approach didn’t work, then talking would. Hopefully this one wouldn’t get obsessed to the point where she followed him around and declared him her mate. He would never take a mate again.
“Well, here’s the part where I would say some corny pick up line, but I can’t think of one. Do you have any I could borrow?” Ritalin trotted closer to the mare, taking her in. She had a smooth and petite muscle structure underneath her spring green coat that was decorated with accents of a lighter green, the same color as her well kept mane and tail. She wore stars in her mane and tail, whimsical little accessories that may have hinted towards her personality. Ritalin gave her a pleasant smile when he stopped a few feet from her, and flicked the hair out of his eyes. He wanted to see if he still had his old charms after the past few weeks.
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 5:57 pm
The sun touched her coat warming her as she figured the male had lost interest but the sound of his voice made her eyes roll. Taking her time, she chewed the grass that was in her mouth before rising her head with a bored look along her features, the hair shadowing her face from the high noon sun. A look of mock surprise crossed her features and she tilted her head.
"No...I think you're doing a great job all by yourself." She exaggerated the great just because she felt like it. Acting on impulse was her thing and she played it well. Flickering her tail, she eyed the bright male and decided on a nickname. Great White shiny one. Snorting lightly, she lowered her head but didn't bother to stop her examination of him. Muscles were under that white hide, she could tell but she knew from also seeing him run. What a sight he was but all males were the same. That was proven to her. So what did this one want? Dark eyes eyed a piece of greeny and she sighed, dejecting it and rose her head up to look at the male. See she was a smaller mare. Smaller stature and height but a personality that was life sized. Some would call her the firecracker; small with a bang.
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 8:22 pm
“You think so?” Ritalin smirked, daring to take a step forward. This little mare was spunky, something he was beginning to like. Ritalin was through with mares who just took it lying down; they always resented him in the end. Resentment always led to something negative for Ritalin in the end. Be it they tackled him to the forest floor, or they ran off with a loon who thought of himself as a cat.
“I suppose you want to stop playing this silly game, don’t you?” Ritalin gave an inner chuckle and took a step backward. He knew that sugar coating his words would do nothing for him with this mare, so he hadn’t even been trying. His voice was scratchy and hard, even more so since his drop from the cliff to the waterfall. Luckily his body hadn’t been broken beyond repair but his vocal cords did receive some damage. It hurt to do the sugar coating too, just another reason to not even try. “My name is Ritalin, and I’m recovering from a split up.” He coughed a little, uncomfortable talking about the event still. His eyes watered up a bit, and his ears flicked back dejectedly. He turned his head away, and mumbled something under his breath, gibberish. This was his sympathy ploy, a little act he had been working on for a while now.
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 2:41 pm
At his response, she rolled her eyes with a slight shuffle of her feet. Not bothering to reply to his smirking comment, she drifted a bored eye at him as he continued to talk. Why didn't he get the hint? At his words, she didn't let her surprise move across her face. Was he just going to ask what he needed and be on his way? God she hoped so. She was normally a loner, not bothering to approach others but they could careless about her being alone. She raised herself and that's how that was. As he stepped back, she eyed him wearily with a cocked brow of some sorts. At the change in his voice, she wondered what he did to get that. But was this a ruse? But the pain was evident in his voice but she wasn't about to be kind to him just because of something like that.
"Hello Ritalin." Was all she offered, watching him which confirmed her earlier thoughts. It was truth he spoke of such a break up and she swished her tail, the two strands swaying at the movement. But she stood her ground watching him wearily. "Sorry for your bad luck." She said dismissively, lowering her head to the ground once more to sniff the grass. Taking a bite of it, she chewed the grass leisurely, stepping a few times as her breath pushed up the dirt off the ground. Smart mouth with a resilient brain was she and she was proud of it but sometimes it got her in more trouble then she would like. But hey, she wasn't about to continue and complain. She got things done and she normally got what she wanted if she wanted something.
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 9:03 pm
He got her to say she was sorry for him, but that was it. Ritalin obviously didn’t have his old charms; or this was just one tough mare to crack. He was going to wager on the second option – no one liked thinking they had stopped being good at something. He dropped the act, sighed, and decided to be blunt with her. “Alright, you’ve got me. I wanted to see if I could still woo a mare, but obviously you were the wrong candidate.” He coughed again, flicking his tail in irritation. “To be honest, I just wanted some action tonight. Once again, though, you seem to be the wrong candidate.” He started to turn around, ready to run through the plains again. This mare was a tough job, and Ritalin was nearly out of tricks. If this last one doesn’t work – Ritalin thought I’m not even going to talk to her again. “Well, it’s not like I would want any action from you. After all, you’re so bland.”
Ritalin had learned from his time arguing with other stallions who thought of themselves as beautiful. They always called him bland, plain, or blank; all words that meant that he had no beauty. Those words had stung Ritalin like a thousand wasps, tearing savagely into his skin and digging into his emotions – and they wondered why he set up the barrier of self righteousness and pompousness that he did. Well, he would show them, by using their own insult to make himself more beautiful – and hopefully get something from this mare along the way.
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 2:01 pm
Raising her brows at his words, Arcadia kept her head lowered at the floor as she saw his tail flicker. Rising her head up, she sighed lightly with a soft c**k of the eyebrow flickering her hair out of his face. Some action tonight? What did she look like? The local one stop whore? Repulsed by her thought, she drew her nose back in disgust and turned slightly away from the male. She had almost moved away from the male but at his words, she snorted loudly and moved in front of him, the dark coal eyes narrowing.
"Oh, I'm sorry. When did it become okay to insult a mare because she didn't fall into your tricks, hm? You're not all good looking yourself you walking marshmallow." The words were sneered through her lips but her feet were planted. The word 'bland' hurt like hell considering how much she took care of herself and she couldn't let that get away without a lash back out at him. Many were put off by her bored approach but that normally didn't last all too long. Since Arcadia was vain, being called something like that had been a slap in the face. No one slapped without being slapped back.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 12:42 pm
“Oh, how original.” Ritalin gave Arcadia a wry, sarcastic smile, shifting his eyes away from the mare. She fell for it, and she fell hard. If flattery didn’t work, insults would. She was obviously offended, like Ritlain had planned. Now it was just a simple matter of getting her argumentative enough to fall deeper into the pitfall he had set for her. “You know, you look like a marshmallow too - just one of those silly green ones.” He flipped his hair arrogantly, and focused his eyes back on her. “You’re puffy like one too ; you know … kinda squishy and all. Maybe you should take up running?” He snorted, flexing his muscles as to taunt her to respond.
Ritalin was quite happy with himself at this point. Even if Arcadia left now, he’d be happy that he was able to get the attention of the mare. He could still get them to notice him, even if it was in a negative light. That loon may have taken his woman, but he hadn’t taken Ritalin’s charms. Ritalin was still in business, and it felt good. The only thing that could make him happier was if Arcadia gave him more than just her attention; but if that happened, it would occur at a later date.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 11:26 am
How original? It was original. She had just said it. And of course, she was oh so original. Arcadia tilted her head slightly, the bang falling into her coal brown eyes as he looked away. She was getting frustrated real fast and it made her annoyed that he was pushing buttons so easily. No one pushed her buttons in a way that made her want to just run away. But she wasn't a coward, no sir. Then the stallion spoke, he brought her out of her thoughts and she narrowed her eyes once more. Oh, look who was original now. Snorting softly, she shook her head and moved away flickering her tail. She was not over weight, she knew this. She looked good but the words planted a seed of doubt in her head but she didn't show it all too well. Tilting her head to the side, she snorted softly and turned her head away in a bored fashion but her tail showed her agitation.
"I guess you had a horrible upbringing. No mother to teach you manners." It was a mocking tone and she glanced at him before flipping her bang out of her face once more. Turning to glance at him, she raised an eyebrow with a small smirk. "If anyone should be running, I believe it should be you marshmallow man. You'll never get a female with a gut like that." Tossing her mane, she turned away and begun to act disinterested but she secretly enjoyed the spar of words despite the pain of them. She was insecure, oh yeah. But she would wait later to fix that. She would loose weight and if she saw him again, she would parade it in his face.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 1:21 pm
Did she just badmouth his mother? His dear, sweet mother who was more beautiful than any other mare in the world? The mother that had fed him, kept him safe from wretches, and constantly told him that he was beautiful? What a dolt this mare was being. He was about to open his mouth to give her a smart response, before she blasted him with another insult. She called him fat! How dare she even think to call him fat? His physique was perfect, his stamina was astounding, and his fitness was top of the line. She was as blind as she was beautiful! He began to chew his tongue like a cow chews cud, working up a new insult. He could have sworn he had her in a rut, not able to come back at him anymore. She was a wily one, this mare. And oddly, that made her even more attractive.
“Oh, I’m sure my mother was much better than your own. I have no doubt that your mother was more than likely a tramp, and you were born as a result of a one-night stand.” He knew that one was scathing, and even felt a bit bad about saying something so horrible. Especially in regards to such a beautiful mare, who seemed just as elegant as his own dear mother? What a jerk he was being. He considered stopping his insults, but he still had to get her back for the fat comment. Maybe he would be a little tamer in his insults. “Well with a face like that, not even the fattest of stallions would be desperate enough to want to even talk to you. Consider yourself honored that I would even grace you with my presence.” Okay, maybe not that tame…
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 11:03 am
Turning her head away, a small pleased smirked pulled at her face since he seemed a little confused or something like it. She was pleased with herself for having a sharp tongue but she didn't regret the mother comment. The reason was because of her mother's treatment and outlandish ways of raising a female colt from infancy. Arcadia figured the beautiful white stallion's mother was better than her own but this was also jealousy. Of course she should be jealous of someone who has had it easy all of his life based on just the fact of his looks. This was a assumption, something she was good at but she flickered her tail in annoyance to her own thinking. Her father always said it was better to stay out of your own head while others were about. It made you seem insane.
Then he spoke and anything sort of sympathy was out the window and anger replaced it. Turning back to him, she stomped her hoof angrily as he spoke another insult about her beauty. Damn it, she was beautiful and she knew it but this was getting taxing on her mind. The back drawl from this was going to be heavenly later on. "Grace?" She snapped. "More like cursed me with the presence of a king of marshmallow land." She mocked and her lips pulled up in a snarl before she swished her tail and begun to move away from the stallion. Leave him to his high horse. She was going to be the bigger person. Oh, how Sylph would be proud. Lowering her head slightly, her bangs fell over her face and a sigh left her lips. Grand time to be having.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 9:55 pm
Hah! He got her to repeat an insult, a sign she was getting all hot and flustered, obviously annoyed and aggravated at her wasted afternoon. Ritalin couldn’t blame her; he was a lady killer with a silver dagger of a tongue. Any mare with pride or prejudice would easily be agitated by him. He knew how to push their buttons, and he liked it. Well, he liked it for the most part anyway. After these little ventures where he pissed a mare off, he would usually feel lonely and empty that night. He usually got over it by looking at his reflection, or bathing in his spring. Though sometimes, when looking at his reflection in the water, he wished a mare was standing there next to him. He was having emotional longings, not of lust, but of love. To him, love was even more beautiful than himself…
“Snap out of it Ritalin.” He shook his head, making a sharp turn away from the mare. This day had been taxing, and his brain needed some rest. He would call it beauty sleep, but he was already far past needing that. Maybe he would call it ‘maintaining beauty sleep’? No, that sounded ugly. He looked back at the retreating mare, her tail swishing violently. It had been doing that a lot during their entire encounter. Was she mad at herself? No, more than likely mad at him. Another good day’s work accomplished.
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