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 Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 1:39 pm
The sun had just gone over the horizon, and it's light was hitting the edge of the forest. Transitioning from night to day, the early morning was beautiful. The sky was a red color to a purple, waiting for the sun to arrive and make it blue. Little bits of light hit the trees, illuminating them a little bit. Nothing in the forest was stirring. At least, not until a large THWACK was heard.
Emille was there, standing in front of a large tree. She had thought that the early morning air would be good for her to practice using her... Spear. "Dad said I should learn to use this... but I still think of it as a stick." She pouted a little as she held her... spear in her mouth. Why couldn't she just keep calling it a stick!?
She threw the pointy end of the stick at the tree, but once again, the THWACK could be heard ringing through the forest, causing a flock of birds to be startled and they flew off to find another place to perch.
Her hair was now in her face; her ponytail had bits of hair sticking out from the tie and around her sweating face. "Curse you, stupid stick!" Emille honestly thought that she would never learn how to use it properly. It was just.... Too stick-y.
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 1:10 pm
Sophitia shuffled, awakening from another night of tormenting nightmares. She focused her eyes and set off on her travels, watching the sun slowly rise into the sky. She was still somewhat drowsy when in the distance, a flock of birds scattered high above the forest, catching her attention.
Her muscles stiffened for a second, and then she let loose on a gallop, her large draft body denting the earth with heavy hooves. She entered one side of the forest, stopping in her tracks when she heard the distinct sound of a weapon bouncing off trees. She lurked, trying not to rustle dead foliage, watching a young mare throw a spear. She sighed in relief. This was definitely no threat, so she approached cautiously.
"Heh, It looks like you could use some help, young misses." She smiled warmly, in almost a sisterly manner." As she entered the other mare's vision, she walked with her chest puffed up and her head high, trying to seem as mighty as possible, an easy feat for one with draft blood in their veins.
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 6:29 pm
As the mare approached her, Emille withdrew herself a little, tucking in her head towards her chest and blushing a bit. In a very small voice, she spoke to the mare.
"Y-yes... I guess so." She looked towards her stick and frowned. "F-for some reason, I can't get this... this stick to work right."
Emille looked at the mare that held her head high. her mane was braided neatly; her pale pink body was adorned with blue, transparent cloth and metal parts. For some reason, Emille felt very jealous of her. Why couldn't she have the confidence that mare had? Why was she so afraid, unlike her parents.
She wanted so much, but had no idea how to reach it. "D-do you t-think you could teach me...?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 4:45 pm
She approached the mare, and smiled. "Firstly, misses. It's a spear, not a stick." She winked. "Use the mentality of taking away what it looks like, and call it what it's purpose is for." She circled around and took the spear in her mouth, adjusting her body posture accordingly.
She craned her neck backwards and with a fling of her head, sent the spear spiraling into a thick trunk. "That's how it's done. It's all in your posture. Don't slouch or bend un-necessarily. You are a warrior, misses, not a princess. And even if you were, princesses do not slouch either~"
She examined the younger, smaller mare. Her armor was appropriate and ornate, beautifully crafted. She would one day make a fierce warrior, and a beautiful mate. Sophitia was determined to take her under her command, and teach her the ways of the warrior.
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 2:53 pm
Emille felt like she was going to find it hard to accept it as a 'spear'. It just felt more... Dangerous to her, and she didn't want to hurt anyone with it. But Emille knew that if she wanted to learn how to use it, she had to admit what it was.
She was completely amazed buy the mare's ability to use the spear. Not once, was she able to do that; honestly, Emille hadn't even scratched the tree, let alone make the spear go into the tree. Wide-eyed, she asked the mare. "Do you really think I can do that...?"
A flush came to her face when the mare spoke to her about being a warrior and not a princess. "I'm a little bit of both." Emille smiled when she looked at the gorgeous mare. "My father was a king; my mother was a dancer. They traveled together and had myself and my sister after they fell in love."
Trying her best, Emille tried to follow what the mare told her; she held her head high and tried her best not to slouch. "O-oh yeah. My name is Emille. Thank you for giving me some of your time... Miss...?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 1:32 pm
Sophitia bowed. "My name is Sophitia Alexandra" and smiled. She chuckled a bit at Emille's question. "You can do anything you set your mind too, Miss Emille." She turned her body. "Bring your spear and walk, I have a story to tell you."
Sophitia had never been the one to go out of her way for others, but she saw a lot of herself in Emille, a naive and fragile filly who needed to become a fierce mare. "A long time ago, I could have been considered a queen..." She paused for a moment, thinking about it all. "However, certain events in my life changed all that. Priorities change, and your strength will be tested." She kicked aside a pine cone almost bitterly as she remembered the loss of her mate and foals. "However, you and I are at an advantage."
She snorted. "Being mares of beauty and grace, we can call upon being a princess, when the time be right... Or a warrior." She smiled. "Never let your upbringing hold you back from being strong mentally and physically, let it be your secret weapon, not your excuse."
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 1:48 pm
Emille went to the tree and pulled out her spear, tucking it gently within her cloak. When Sophitia started her story, she could tell that the mare had been through a lot and gained a lot of strength through her life. Silently hating herself and feeling so sheltered and protected by her parents, she followed.
She never found herself very beautiful, nor strong mentally or physically. That was the reason why she even decided to use the spear her father gave her; Emille wanted to find some sort of strength that her parents had. Traveling alone was how she felt as though she could find something, meeting people along the way.
"I-I... I might have a background, but I don't feel like I'm mentally or physically strong. E-even as a young adult, when meeting others... I-I can't help but stutter still and this... spear won't hear my call for it's aid..."
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 3:23 pm
Sophitia threw her head back slightly. "No matter what you may think, we are all strong." She looked up into the sky. " Perhaps you may not have experienced your own strength, but it lies dormant, tap into it, and you can do anything. Whether it be face your biggest nightmare, or simply throw a spear."
Sophitia felt compelled that by the end of this encounter, she'd have Emille on the right track to be a mare of fulfilled potential. Everyone deserved to all they could be, yet, she didn't understand what compelled her to show Emille these words of encourage, Sophitia had yet to face her biggest nightmare, whatever dark force that had killed her family may be.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 3:24 pm
It was easy for Emille to hear what Sophitia was saying, but she knew it would be hard to accept and change to her words. There was a part of Emille that wanted to give up, but the rest of her tugged forward, wanting her to move forward. She took a deep breath and put on a brave face. Trotting to just in front of Sophitia, she spoke. "W-will..."
She paused, noticing that she was stuttering still. With another deep breath, she started again. "Miss Sophitia.... Will... you please help me find my strength?"
Emille bowed her head slightly, knowing that it was a large thing to ask from someone she just met, but if she let this chance slip by, she knew that there may or may not ever be another chance. "Please, Miss..."
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 8:39 pm
Sophitia turned her head to look over Emille. She thought about the prospect of taking on a student. She took another moment to think about her mate's reaction. A quick internal debate took place, and then she made the choice, she'd help Emille. "Of course I'll help, Miss Emille. But only if you promise to follow my instructions, and you must promise to never give up. I will only teach you if you are willing to learn." Sophitia didn't mean to sound stern, but the words needed to be clear. Emille would need to be strong of mind and body, with no room for error or folly.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 8:01 pm
Emille stared at the mare in front of her. It was easy to tell that Sophita was stronger than her in both in strength and mind. She thought of herself and was scared; there was so much that she wanted, but she didn't know if she could actually do so. But the want... the desire!
In response to Sophita, Emille gave her a strong nod. The fear was still in her, but she knew that she had to put those feelings in the back of her head and heart and move forward. "I-I want to, M-miss Sophitia!"
"I-I'm tired of being afraid..." She paused and looked at her spear. "I-I... I need to learn my strenght!" Emille stood in front of Sophitia and bowed. "I-I... I think I am ready!"
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