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 Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 4:32 pm
It had started out as nothing, the landing of a small fly perhaps, that had started the small itch right between his shoulder blades; right where he couldn’t reach it. At first he’d tried to ignore it and continue eating, hoping it would go away. It didn’t. It began to spread across his hide slowly. He’d stamped his smokey hooves a little, trying to shake it off. That didn’t work either, the itch continued to spread across his skin. He’s shaken himself, stamped his hooves, flicked his tail and twitched his skin, but to no avail.
There was only one thing that could relieve the cursed itch…
Dean lifted his head warily; suppose someone caught him? He peered around the meadow with his black-rimmed, pale violet eyes, but spotted no one. Satisfied he was alone, the big stallion promptly flopped over on his side and rolled over, indulging in one of his guiltiest pleasures. The thick grass and rough terrain of the meadow dug deeply into his pelt, providing a wonderful scratching sensation and alleviating the itch. So busy enjoying his rolling was he that he became completely oblivious to his surroundings; someone could have snuck up on him and he never would have known…
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 5:15 pm
She is trotting along as she sees a stallion rolling about. Not being able to help yourself she trots up and is standing so her head is over him. "What are you doing?" She wonders a bit as she continues to watch the stallion. She isn't a shy one and she does speak her mind a little too much. Her tail sways side to side as she stands there looking down at him. She yellow eyes scan the area. She is shocked that no other Soquili around. This confused her seeing it is a beautiful area.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 6:06 pm
Deanneth froze.
Was that a voice? Oh, he hoped not… Warily, he slowly opened his strange eyes to see the mare standing above him. Embarrassed, he closed his eyes again and quickly staggered to his hooves. A blush spread across his painted face and he smiled sheepishly at her, “Just having a good roll, Miss. I didn’t see you come up…” A stray twig stuck awkwardly from behind his ear and bits of grass clung to his normally pristine white coat.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 6:20 pm
Patchems giggled a bit as she leans into him a bit as she nibbles the twig and gets it out from behind his ear then lets it hit the ground. She steps back looking at him. "Interesting eye colors" Her tail sways side to side as she looks at him more. "nice coloring too. Are you out here alone in this nice place?" she wonders.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 6:39 pm
Deanneth shied away from the mare slightly, still embarrassed at his earlier behavior, as she pulled the twig from his mane. He then raised an eyebrow at her brazen manner, "Thank you, Miss. I get the black from my Mum and the pink from my Dad. Your eyes are quite lovely too." Though he was a bit taken aback, he offered her his usual friendly smile. "Indeed I am alone, but I'm no longer a foal and can do as I please, alone or otherwise." He cocked his head and smiled at her, "I could ask the same of you, Miss..." He trailed off, hoping for a name.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 6:48 pm
Patchems giggles more as she clears her throat "No need to call me Miss. My name is Patchems. Because of the patches of patterns I have on my body." She bows to him as she is trying to see what his temperament is before she allows her Choleric temperament and personality take over her. But maybe she doesn't need to. Maybe he will become a friend. Who knows as of right now. "And what is your name Sir Stallion?" She smirks as her personality shows through a bit. She then trots in a circle around him. Checking him out a bit. He was enchanting to look it. She liked. She wanted him close to her. A friend she would make him. She had to make him.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 10:06 am
Dean lowered his head politely, though he had a soft smile on his face. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Patchems.” His ears flicked back once in very slight embarrassment; he’s always been taught to be a gentleman, so it was hard for him to drop the prefix when talking to someone he didn’t know more intimately. He chuckled and continued in his mildly accented voice, “My name is Deanneth, but all of my friends just call me Dean.” His smile was friendly and a little bemused as he watched her circling him, though he was rather curious as to why she was studying him so intently. Was he really that interesting to look at?
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 2:31 pm
Patchems then stops as she is back in front of the stallion. "Your coloring is still very charming and easy on the eyes. I like that." She is very straight forward. Her eyes scanning the feathers and stuff in his main. "You are be far the most stunning Stallion I have ever met Dean." She bows her head to him. She wants him as a friend. Someone she could keep close to herself. But as for now she isn't sure just how to go about that. She straightens up after the bow as she smirks a bit. "Is there anything fun to do about this place Dean?" Her voice soft and sweet as she speaks to him.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 3:07 pm
Dean threw back his head and laughed. It wasn't a scornful or derisive laugh, he was truly amused and had no intention of being rude. He grinned at her, shaking his head in amusement. "My apologies, Miss Patchems, but you must not have met many stallions if you think I'm that stunning." He quieted himself, watching her silently for a few moments. From her mannerisms and her words, he could tell she was trying to get at something, but wasn't sure how to go about it. It both piqued his curiosity and unnerved him a bit.
His plum ears swiveled around and his gaze moved from the pretty mare to scan the meadow around them. He shifted his hooves, shrugging slightly, "There's not much to do about here but eat and the grass is quite lovely today. Or, if you're completely bored... you could have a nice roll." His smile was a little sheepish.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 3:25 pm
Patchems blinks a few times as she is puzzled a bit then smirks "I have met a few. And they were a bored to look at." She stretches a bit as she giggles. "I will leave the rolling to you Dean." Slowly moving her head down as she takes in the scent of the grass. It did smell nice. She then nibbles about the grass. "You are right. This is good."
She then lays down a bit and looks up at Dean. She then takes some advice she was given by a friend. She should take it slow and get to know this Stallion more. "So are you here often?" She wonders a bit.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 3:45 pm
Dean chuckled softly as he watched her, "Well, you know what they say, you can't judge a book by it's cover." He tossed his mane a little, he loved to meet and get to know others, so rejecting someone based on looks alone was a foreign concept to him and a little distressing.
He shook his head before taking another small nibble of grass, his watchful gaze never leaving her, "No, this is the first time I've been here. I left home not long ago to find my own way in the world. You know, broaden my horizons." The young stallion flashed her his usual friendly smile as his long tail flicked the bits of grass from his pelt that had been picked up by his wild roll.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 4:13 pm
"I am normally from the forest. Lots of trees to hide my markings. Seeing I get made fun of because of them." She shakes her head as she lays fully down into the grass. "It felt nice." She could roll but should she. Well there was nothing holding her back as she then starts to roll.
She is enjoying the feeling of the grass under her as she moves about. A smile on her face with her eyes closed as she continues to roll side to side in the grass.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 5:01 pm
Dean's smile softened and his ears relaxed in sympathy, "I'm sorry to hear that... I can hardly imagine someone being able to find something bad to say about your markings. I find them quite pretty." His weight shifted and he pawed gently at the earth with a smoky hoof. "I've been teased a few times about my shadowy hooves, but not since I was a colt. Foals can be cruel sometimes though, so I don't take it personally any more." As an adult, Dean had found that there was such a great variety of coat colors and appendages in grown Soquili that it was rare to be teased.
The stallion grinned as he watched her enjoy a good roll. He found that others gave him odd looks when he indulged in that particular guilty pleasure. It was really a shame that so many others looked down on the harmless activity.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 5:20 pm
She stops and rolls onto her tummy as she looks up at him. "I haven't done that since I was a foal. I think I have forgotten the feeling. Thank you." She slowly stands only to shake the grass off of her. She smiles as she bows to him. "Thank you for calling my markings pretty. It makes me happy to hear someone likes them." She nibbles at her main to get some more grass out of it. Then does the same to her tail.
"So where do you come from. By the way I love your hooves and coat coloring."
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 1:52 pm
With a grin, Dean shook his head, "Don't thank me, Miss. Sometimes there are just a few things we need to be reminded of." He blew gently at a bit of grass stuck to her back. "Missed some there..."
Taking a few steps back, he looked down at his hooves and pawed at the ground a little. "Thank you. I get the shadows from my mother, but I really look more like my dad." He shook his mane out and continued, "I used to live with my family, quite a ways North of here. I set out on my own not long ago... to try to find my own way in the world I guess." He shrugged a little, his smile innocent and content.
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