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 Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 5:20 am
This is the log of an AIM RP between the following Soquilis. Nobody, except the owners of both Soquili, should be posting here. Thank you!  
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 5:22 am
The trees in the forest were merely branches and trunk, but far from bare - where lush green leaves used to grow, white snow had settled, causing some of the thinner branches to groan under the weight of the snow. The landscape was also painted white from the snowfall from the previous night; while it all looked rather impressive and beautiful, Pia had other things on her mind - it was hailing. While it was not too heavy, the peddle-sized hailstones hurt as they pelted her from above. She could feel herself bruising as she galloped through the woods, trying to look for a suitable shelter to sit the hailstorm out.
She winced when she felt one zoom past her face, inches from actually hitting her cheek; she had never actually seen hail before, but her instincts were telling her to run and find shelter. Frowning, her eyes desperately scanned the area, landing on a small talus cave in the distance. While the entrance was small, Pia managed to squeeze her way in. Once inside, she heaved a sigh of relief before trotting further in - the cave was larger than it looks.
Pachu'a fled the hail. He liked the cold well enough, and snow was fine, but hail was a bit too much, even for him. Wounds on his hide irritated him. Beside being painful, they always seemed to invite questions. The same stupid ones again and again. What happened, are you okay, what does the other guy look like? It was all so much unoriginal drek. So he darted through the snowy woods to the cave where he had sheltered the night before. There it was. A tight squeeze, but larger inside then out, he knew.
Pushing his way in, pachu'a stopped short, seeing some one else already there. It was almost enough to make him go out and brave the hail. He did not want to be trapped and chattered at. He'd rather the physical abuse then listen to one more empty minded fluff brained brat of a filly try to see if it was actually possible to litterally talk some one's ear off. He almost left, then stopped himself. There was always the chance she wasn't an airheaded waste of space. He doubted it, but it was possible. Fine. He came to a descision. He'd stay, and when she proved to have a mouth that could run longer then a river, then he's brave the hail. Until then, maybe he'd have at lease a few moments.
He flicked an ear at her in greeting. There was no point in being rude, especially on the off chance that she wasn't going to be miserable. Hey, stranger things had happened in his life. Then he went and sat by a wall, his back to her in a clear signal that he did not want to chat, thank you very much.
Oh no, company - Pia winced internally, wondering if he would be like everyone else she had met after her herd had left her behind; they were so friendly that it made her feel rather uncomfortable... She was not used to that sort of hospitality, after all, and there was one who was even rather forceful about being nice to her... It made her feel like a bad person just having to reject his good will. She eyed him warily, trying not to let his presence bother her too much. Between being pelted by hailstones and having to spend a short time with a stranger, the latter sounded less painful to her. At his greeting, she bowed her head in a polite nod in return. When he turned around, Pia couldn't help looking a little surprised. However, it soon turned into an expression of relief as she realied that he had no intention of being "friendly".
Finding her own spot in the cave, the mare leaned against the cave wall before laying down on the ground, folding her legs gracefully under her body to make herself comfortable. She could hear the hailstones outside, making quite a ruckus. Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply to calm herself, hoping for the hail to stop soon.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 3:41 pm
Pachu'a looked at the filly as she settled in, startled. Had he actually lucked into an encounter with the only Soq on the planet that knew how to be quiet? He doubted it, but he thoroughly intended to enjoy it while it lasted. He lay his head against the stone wall and let his mind roam free while his body remained stationary.
First his thoughts went to Lian. He worried about her, but as long as she remembered she had wings, he didn't have to worry too ,much about her stumbling off a cliff. Tree branches remained a worry, and she might have been a foal, and it might have happened only, he might have even dreamed it, he wasn't sure. He worried about it anyway. He gave himself a mental shake. Strike that. He wasn't worried. Must be the presence of a silent filly that had the world turned on its side. Clearly. After all, his obligation was done, if he'd ever even had one after that coward had abandoned her basket. He saw Lian through to adulthood. He was done. No one could expect more of him, especially since she wanted to go out exploring. She was an adult now, a full head strong filly in her own right. She could take care of herself, and if she couldn't it wasn't his fault. Why hadn't she checked in yet? Was she okay?
Pachu'a dragged his mind away from his...from the wayward foal. The foal. The. He mentally prodded himself. He had no foals of his own. What would he want with a small life, dependent on him, who needed him, looked up to him, showered him with pointless affection, learned from him? What did he need with it? After all, he had raised Lian that way and now she was gone, she was gone. Story over. Wasn't like he even thought about her. Clearly baskets and foals were not for him. Nope. Not his thing. Not at all.
Especially not if they were like that Blossom filly. Now there was proof enough he didn't need a foal. She had been too much. He still regretted not dropping her in a kalona nest, but really, that would have been so cruel to the kalonas. Pachu'a was sure his ears were still bleeding from that endless drivel. Haunted lakes and woods. Really. How stupid had she thought he was? The little minnow minded loose lipped runt in skunks clothing. Well, that was one soq that would never get a mate. Well, maybe if some one gagged her. It was, of course, a relief to know there would never be little Blosoms, or should he call them blooms, running around. One was more of her then any soq should be forced to endure. It was a wonder her teeth weren't worn to nubs from all the jaw wagging she could do. And then to have the nerve to call him clumsy for not kicking her face in. As far as he was concerned, it would have only improved her appearance, and if she couldn't talk, then she might have been forced to develop a personality, rather then hiding like a spineless land bound jellyfish behind a impenetrable mist of empty pointless babblings. He felt like the terms word and speech were devalued just by using them in reference to such mindless drivel.
Pachu'a pulled his mind away from thoughts of the petulant pest, lest he accidentally show his anger and upset the filly he was sharing a cave into speech. Why was it that the first thing nearly any soq in his experience ever said was "what's wrong?" now, normally that was one of the most annoying questions in the world, since generally the answer was obvious. He had come to hate the question on principal. If she asked it now, however, it would only not be a stupid question because this one time the obvious answer wasn't the right one. The correct answer was that he was thinking about some one who had annoyed him, which wasn't anything this filly could know without asking. Which would make asking intelligent. But he still hated that question. Where as, the obvious answer would, this time, be wrong. The obvious answer would be that he was trapped in a cave during a hailstorm with a filly. Normally that would be the first and foremost answer, however so far this one had proved herself not nearly as stupid. She was quiet. Thank whatever there was to thank. He might even have to thank her when the storm let up, and he couldn't recall the last time he had thanked anyone.
(Edited for spelling and color)
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2010 9:58 am
She closed her eyes, stretching out her forelegs as she rested her head on them. The sound of the falling hail from outside the cave made her feel rather sleepy for some reason... Perhaps it had a hypnotic effect like the sound of falling rain? Pia'Paka couldn't help but smile a little as she relaxed her body with a soft sigh, wondering if her ex-herd was caught in the hail. At the thought, she tensed up again with a frown, wondering if they were alright yet feeling rather upset about being left behind - it truly broke her heart.
Her eyes snapped open and she blinked; if she hadn't cried so much in the past that her tear ducts were now dry, she would surely have cried... Another soft sigh escaped her lips as she stared blankly into empty space, allowing her mind to wander; it was not like she had anything else to do while she was trapped in the cave anyway... Besides, the stallion around the cave didn't seem like the type to enjoy a good conversation.
A rather delightful change from the many over-friendly Soquili she had encountered during her wandering.
She closed her eyes again, trying to rest while she had a shelter over her head. Besides, the cave was pretty warm - at least, warmer than being outside. Perhaps the sun had warmed the stone walls in the morning, and it had retained the heat. Either way, it was comfortable... Almost comforting, like she was sleeping near her herd members again.
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2010 2:54 pm
At the sound of the first sigh, Pachu'a had glanced over, but had reasonably assumed, form how comfortable she seemed, that it was a sigh of contentment or something much like. He then turned away, since staring was both unnecessary and somewhat rude. he rolled his head a bit, letting the tension ease out of himself some, leaching into the stone.
Then he heard the second sigh, and turned to face her again. This time she didn't look contented, she looked pretty miserable. Now he was faced with his own assessment, the kind he wished other Soqs practiced rather then the constant game of asking and stating that which simple observation makes obvious. So he observed. He watched her, first, observing the way she stared at nothing, then closed her eyes and laid her head on her forelegs once more. No obvious injuries, and she seemed to be trying to ignore or forget whatever it was.
He looked around the cave. It was still a bit warm from the day, which was why he had ventured out in the first place. He was far more comfortable in the cold. Was it too warm in here, but she was trying to bear up? Or maybe, was it the opposite? Was it possible that she was too cold? He watched her again, but she wasn't shuddering that he could see, and she was not sweating. So those were less likely to be the cause of her concern.
It might simply be that she disliked the decor, or rather, the lack of it, or that she disliked laying on a hard stone floor, or having his company. Well, those he couldn't do anything about. Her thoughts also could have taken a dark turn, as his own had a few moments before, and that too he was powerless to fix. So really, there was nothing he could do without more information.
But the last thing he was going to do was to utter the words he hated most and ask her. Besides, the quiet was nice, pleasant, almost companionable, he thought. Still, if her sighs were going to keep filling the air, it might interfere with his relaxation. Yes, that's actually what he told himself. So, after a moment's more deliberation, he made a small sound, halfway between a sigh and a snort. An invitation, but one he oped she either wouldn't take, or would take without words, to ask for help. He watched her for a response, and waited.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 8:40 am
Her eyes were closed again; she thought that if she tried taking a nap, she might actually stop over-thinking things and get a decent rest for once. Besides, it had been too cold for her to sleep through the night recently... Often, she would found herself wide awake before the sun was up. Then again, the sun does set earlier than usual in winter. It made her rather listless, not knowing when to sleep and when to wake up... She's just been so lethargic lately.
She opened an eye at the rather odd sound from the stallion, a slight frown on her lips as she eyed him; what could he possibly want from her? She stared back, curiosity aroused as her tail curled up next to her body, as if waiting to see what he would do. After a minute, a thoughtful expression crossed her features as she tilted her head a little to the side, "May I help you, mister?"
Its always best to keep her distance, and a general statement like that was the best - after it had been answered, hopefully with a 'no', they could go back to being strangers.
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 2:28 am
"That," he said flatly, an ear flicking, "was my question to you." What was it that no one could see the obvious and forced him to say the words? Clearly he was offering to help her if she needed it. She sighed, he made an inquiring noise, how much more obvious could it be?
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 7:47 pm
She stared at him, surprised; he seemed so aloof before... Maybe she should stop showing her sadness and frustration outwardly...
"Ah, thank you... But its nothing you should have to worry yourself with, mister," Pia offered the stallion a small smile, grateful for his offer but clearly hesitate to share her thoughts - he didn't seem all that willing anyway... Oddly enough, it was strangely comforting to meet an aloof person! It did feel rather... Warm though, to have concern shown to her.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 11:08 pm
He shrugged and went back to staring off at nothing. He had made the offer. If she needed something she would let him know, or not. Her move now. Normally this would be where he would do his best to discourage such a move, but one thing he was learning is that when some one doesn't tick him off, he's more inclined to make offers to them. Odd. Well, it had the advantage in this case that he was fairly sure if she did say something it would be succinct. That would be a nice change of pace. If she could learn not to make him state the obvious, if they could keep the actual speech brief... well... her company wasn't too horrible so far.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 8:39 pm
She dipped her head at his shrug, a silent apology at having disturbed him. As they went back to being strangers again, Pia smiled a little at herself, staying silent again as she allowed her mind to wander for a moment, enjoying the atmosphere. Outside, hail was still falling but judging from the sound of things, it was about to stop soon... And that's when her travels will continue.
"It is pleasant to finally meet someone else who appreciates one's personal space," She said out loud, wondering if the stallion would care to reply; if he did, perhaps they could share a short conversation before the hail stops. If not, so be it.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 3:03 am
He twitched at the length of her sentence and sighed silently the smallest bit. Oh well, so much for that. He flicked his ear by way of agreeing as he turned to look at her, and hoped that it would suffice, and that it would point out how much he clearly preferred communicating more quietly. Of course he agreed that it was pleasant to know some one else who appreciated personal space. How could it not be?
Perhaps that was it, more then the length. What she had verbalized was something so painfully obvious. He still didn't understand why the rule seemed to be that the more clear a thing was the more often others felt the need to comment on it. It made no sense. None whatsoever. Well, that was why he was usually alone. At least he could count on himself for the most part to keep obvious observations to himself.
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