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 Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 10:26 pm
While other, normal students were sleeping (or curling up with their hubbies), Calder went for an long run and a even longer swim. Trotting out of the rivers, the pure, white horse shook his main and decided to head back to the dorms for what he hoped would be a easy sleep. One where he wouldn't be kept up with a busy mind and too many unanswered worries.
Prancing along, he wasn't concerned with anyone being around. Maybe a vampire here or there or a wandering undead looking for a quick snack, but the campus was rather vacant and he could trot all the way up to the edge of the trees without worry.
Usually.
He nearly fell over when a hole out of nowhere nearly killed him. At the last second, the kelpie kicked and leapt over the hole before turning about. First, amazing jump on his part. Yeah. True stallion material right there. He wished he had an audience for that one. Second, why was there a hole here?!
Ears back, he went over to inspect the hole, smelling fresh dirt. Dripping wet, he leaned his head in, sniffing, and smelled and saw a very familiar face. CHRISTOF?!
Confused, he turned his head and watched the boy sleep in a pit. So this was what he was doing instead of seeing him? Sleeping in a hole! Grumpy, Calder moved his way to the edge closest to Christof's head and leaned down. He huffed at the boil's hair, insulted that this was a better option than seeing his friends. JERK!
Ears back, Calder looked about and then bite the edge of the Igor's scarf. Then he started to pull.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 11:17 pm
The hunchback stirred in his sleep, giving a faint, "Hrmmmm!" As he felt himself tugged. It wasn't often these days that he had GOOD dreams, this one so tightly wrapped around his head he was practically pulled into a sitting position before his eyes cracked to the sight of-
"HRRRRMMMMM!!!" He scrambled back in sudden terror of the beast gleaming in the moonlight, raising his shovel protectively- that... that was a HORSE!
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 11:22 pm
The sight of a shovel made Calder drop the scarf and jerk his head back, clear of any skull-bashing swings. He knew well enough that Christof could hit, and he didn't want to be smashed in the head and later wake up to be in the very grave that Christof had dug.
When he noticed him holding the shovel tightly, he turned his head and flared his nostrils, puffing out air as he huffed. Really? He was getting upset over a horse?! In this form, he was nothing but appealing, disarming, and completely harmless to look at. In fact, his very form was meant to be appealing and Christof, of all creatures, was flipping his lid.
Huffing, Calder turned, took a hoof, and started to paw at the dirt pile that the Igor had created when making his hole and started to toss dirt back into the hole and on Christof as well. If the Igor wanted to take a dirt nap, then he'd just help him. Dumb Igor.
As the horse pawed dirt back into the hole, it seemed to mutter little neighs as if talking to itself. If his mother was around and heard some of the things he was saying, he would have been nipped!
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 11:44 pm
Christof flinched back at the sudden onslaught of dirt, face paling before he gave a frustrated muffled snort of his own, gripping the shovel tightly before ramming it into the side of the grave to heft himself up and out before the stupid creature buried him alive. Not that he hadn't been buried alive before, sometimes accidents did happen-
He had met very few horses in his short life, and most of them had been horrible, ill tempered maniacs eager to bite fingers clear off his hand and make off with a previously nice new set of gloves. A few years ago it had been his awful duty to tend to his Master's Carriages when they came in. One of his first Solo Missions, as he liked to think of it- a chance to get out and about, to get some fresh air. To see the sky a bit and get out of the dungeon.
That hopeful feeling was soon trampled under the horrible hooves of devious equinal oppression.
He was not about to let THIS one get the better of him, no matter how harmless it looked.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 11:52 pm
Calder had never heard of the Igor's past or feelings towards horses. To him, everyone loved the creatures and seeing as both of his parents had been fine kelpies of the most stunning looks, he felt confident that he was one of the most gorgeous stallions on campus (a good thing for a kelpie but bad thing for a monster who wanted a good reputation). Then again, he probably was one of the few horse-looking monsters around. Well, aside from a rotting boil he met a while ago.
Despite his attempts to bury the Igor, Christof pulled himself out, looking none too pleased as he got up and out of the hole. Then again, it WAS Christof who went in there in the first place and took a nap. Now he wondered if he was going to take a shovel to his him.
Concerned, Calder turned about so his back wasn't to the undead boil and watched him carefully. He didn't like that shovel, but would the Igor really hit him?
Watching, he wondered how to calm the Igor down. It was almost like person practice. Being a horse, he wasn't supposed to talk and was suppose to ease a rider into a false sense of security. His parents had just written to him to start taking his studies seriously and seeing as he had yet to speak up to Christof, he decided to play along.
First off, he wanted him to drop that shovel or lower it. Approaching him would be bad. Best to play dumb and harmless.
With that, Calder plopped his rear down and watched him, ears up and then, ever so slightly, lifted his muzzle up to sniff the air in Christof's direction.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 12:47 am
Keeping his bearings and hefting his shovel like a caveman might have once hefted a spear between two clenched hands, the hunchback planted his feet, stitched mouth contorting into a grimace as he snorted back his reply. Just hold your ground. And pray there wouldn't be a trampling. Don't let them know you're afraid.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 10:06 am
Calder looked at Christof, at his stand and determined look as he held a shovel as if he would be taking down a lion. Now the kelpie knew very well how dangerous his kind could be. With powerful legs and thick hooves, you could easily bash in a skull or destroy a vital organ in one blow. That was if you pissed a horse or a kelpie off, and while Calder was angry at Christof, he wasn't THAT pissed.
In fact, seeing the Igor getting ready to do battle with him, not knowing who he was aside from looking like a horse, he couldn't help but laugh. A high, cheerful whinny sang out as the white horse laughed at the Igor.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 11:03 am
Christof's nostrils flaired again. Was... was... was it LAUGHING at him?
No, Horses couldn't laugh. They were evil, horrible creatures, yes, but stupid all the same. Well... well! There was nothing more to it than scare it away and leave him to his misery!
With a snarl in his throat, he charged at the pony, swinging the shovel threateningly.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 11:09 am
OH NO HE DIDN'T!
Calder had made no attack. Had sat, not made a single move, and had shown no aggression, and Christof flew off the handle. What did he think he was going to do to him? Bite his head off?! What part of sitting pony said murderous hellbeast? It was downright rude and Calder bolted up on all fours when the Igor started to swing that STUPID shovel again. It was just like the first time they met. Was this how Chritsof handled meeting creatures? If so, how the heck did he have so many friends?!
Stepping back slowly each time the Igor came closer, the kelpie turned it's head back and forth, watching the shovel move, timing it just right before he shot his head out and bite the handle.Then, he planted his hooves into the ground and looked right into the Igor's mismatched eyes.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 11:18 am
Christof snarled back, eyeing the horse directly in the eyes as he wrenched at his shovel, trying to get it free- but it seemed that was no use with the creature's monstrous jaws and thick powerful neck. And so he did the next thing he could think of- lurching forward, he headbutted the thing before it could bite his poor precious shovel in two.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 11:25 am
Whether it was just a spontaneous thought or something he picked up for working with horses, the blunt force to the head had worked. Stars and pumpkins danced in Calder's vision as he was thrown back, and then flopped down, rolling on his back as he whined and whinnied and cried out. AHHHH! HIS HEAD HURT!!!! THE AGONY! THE PAIN! THE TERRIBLE HEADACHE!!! WHAT A WORLD! WHAT A WORLD!
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 11:29 am
The hunchback blinked, reeling as his own stars hit his vision, but mostly he was shocked that... it had worked? Maybe he had been too small when he had been on Carriage duty, it never had worked then, only enraging the beasts further to happily trample him but this...
This was pathetic.
He gave a grunt, victoriously pulling his shovel back to slam it down into the dirt and leave it there before stalking towards the fallen creature, a scowl planted firmly on his face.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 11:35 am
Calder had stopped his flailing to curl a hoof about his muzzle and try and press on his face where was hit, but that sort of movement was beyond him in this form. Instead, he made small grunts and whines before he noticed upside-down Christof lift his shovel. AHHHH!!! HIS FRIEND WAS GOING TO BASH HIS BRAINS IN AND THEN DUMP HIM IN A FRESH GRAVE!!!!
At least that's what he thought before he dropped the shovel down. Confused (when wasn't he around Christof), he watched him come near. Flopping to his side, he laid there, looking up at the Igor.
Then he made the biggest eyes he could.
OnO
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 4:43 pm
The hunchback snorted, eying the cowardly horse. What was wrong with it anyway? The horses he had always met were fearsome beasts ready to trample at any given moment. This one... maybe it was a ruse? More the likely. Why wouldn't it just leave him alone to wallow in misery in peace?? Like his life wasn't complicated enough without some stray creature trying to pick a fight! He shook his head, turning his back to walk back to where he had left his shovel, ready to heft it up and lurch his way home.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 7:49 pm
DRATS! His plan to he harmless didn't even strike a single chord of sympathy. Christof's love of animals seems to be greatly lacking. Maybe that was why Scruff was ignored when the Igor had gone through some mad craze before the whole island trip. Then again, why have Scruff? Really, shouldn't Calder's natural form in this stage be what appealed to anyone and caused them to melt at the sight of him? He bet his parents never had this problem!
Rolling over to sit up, he watched at the Igor moved back to his shovel. Then, heaving himself on all fours, he trotted over and kicked off, sprinting until he snatched up the shovel as he passed by and trotted off a ways before turning back, prancing with his new shovel. He was careful not to break it, but he held it in his teeth like a dog might hold a new bone. He gave a whinny and a grunt to show how pleased he was.
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