═══════════════════════════ ■ ■ ■Zeddler ■ ■ ■ ═══════════════════════════ Journalxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Featuring
Frayden and short appearance of
Dira.
═════//■ ■ ■ 06/30/11 The thread RP starts on page 515 of main thread and continues several pages until both parties fell asleep.
Log is as follows:Zed: o' n 'o -huffs and prances about indignantly-
Freydan: *watches Zed prance* .... o_o
Zed: o 3 o -notices the stare.... wiggles tail more and prances over to Freydan- Hey there sexy boy. -eyebrow waggle-
Freydan: *blinks, flicking his ears confusedly* Sexy boy...? o A o
Zed: -Tilts head and flicks an ear- Yes. Well. No. You're kinda mossy. But Mossy is cool. Totally. Are you mossy? o 3 o
Freydan: Er... *glances down at his hide and blinks* Um, I guess so?
Zed: Amazing! - gapes at like a foal- Do you roll in moss every day to get that color?
Freydan: *snorts a little* No, this is my natural color. Do you have humans put their hands on your hide every day?
Zed: -grins- Shiny... Uh... -glances at the hand prints on his own fur- Well... Funny story. It involved bleach and a long nap... -not really, but looks dead pan serious, then giggles- But no. I don't have humans paint me every day. They do touch ups once a week though.
Freydan: Touch-ups...? *blinks again, then snorts a little and shakes his head* That sounds pretty odd to me.
Zed: Yes.... Well, I can't just use a paintbrush and paint myself, can I? That'd just look silly, Mr. Moss. o 3o
Freydan: But, why do you want to be painted? Do you not like your natural colors? o A o
Zed: Oh. -Quiet for a while, thinking- Well, as handsome as I am, I needed warpaint to be all awesome and stuff. No. Well.. -frowns and flicks ears, uncertain- I don't know!
Freydan: *tilts his head, snorting in confusion* So.. basically you don't know why you want paint on you? Funny...
Zed: -pouts and stomps a foot, being childish- I look cool! . . . . Don't I? o n o ? -insecure is insecure-
Freydan: Um... you look unique? *bobs his head a bit hurriedly* That's a good thing I suppose!
Zed: -Perks ears up happily- Really? Yay! -prances around Freydan- Pretty Mister Moss~ -pauses- Wait? What is your name anyways?
Freydan: *tilts his head and exhales, really not getting the whole paint thing* My name is Freydan. And you?
Zeddler: o 3 o Freydan? Pretty fancy name. Name's Zeddler. -nods for emphasis. And the paint is just to look cool, like the bandanna-
Freydan: *blinks* Um, thanks? It's nice to meet you, Zeddler. *gives a small bow of the head*
Zeddler: -bored, decides to spice the conversation up- Soo! o 3 o What's a sexy boy like you doing in this patch of grass?
Freydan: *mumbles to himself about being called sexy boy again, is such a straight-laced horse he just doesn't get it* Um, grazing? *leans down for a mouthful of grass to prove his point*
Zeddler: -finds the reaction totally hilarious. Plans on coming by often to tease the fancy stallion about good looks- Really? Grazing you say? -cranes neck and sniffs at the grass, takes a small nibble...not impressed- Not blending into the grass? You'd make a great rock. A handsome rock. A rock that would be the envy of other rocks! Lord of the rocks! -goes on and on about rocks of royal lineage-
Freydan: *will be oft confused by the teasing, no doubt* There's not much else to do in a meadow, really... *tilts his head, shaking it to get his forelock out of his eyes* Um... there are probably better things for me to do than pretend to be a rock.
Zeddler: -will enjoy it greatly then- Probably. But then you can get the darling females to rub against you thinking that you're some awesome rock~
Freydan: *were he human he'd be blushing, but as is he snorts embarrassedly* I-I don't think that strategy would work too well.
Dira: o3o;
Zeddler: -Chuckles, really amused now. Found a project- D'aww.... You never know if it'll work if you don't try.
-Catches wind of another, nostrils flair catching the scent- o 3 o OH HI THERE! -yells to Dira- Come meet a walking rock! Good for scratching! Very effective.
Freydan: I think I'll just pass on trying it.. H-hey! I'm not a walking rock! D:
/Zeddler: Awwww! But you're a sexy mossy rock, Freydan! -bumps the stallion over towards the lovely Dira- And she's soooo pretty~
Freydan: But I'm not a rock--ack! *is bumped and stumbles towards Dira rather ungracefully before regaining his footing, moving his legs about rather nervously* U-um, hello.
Zeddler: -Giddily prances after, leaning towards the pretty mare- He thinks you're pretty and would like to ask you out on a date. -deliberately making the stallion uncomfortable-
Freydan: *gapes a little, quickly getting his wits together* Zeddler, I said nothing like that! *if he could blush, he'd be bright red*
Zed: -Blinks, head tilt and glances back at Fray looking quite confused- What? So you don't think her coat is lovely and shines in such a way the snow pales in beauty? -dead serious, mentally cackling-
Frey: W-well, er, I didn't say I didn't think she was ah, pretty! I-I just hadn't said anything about her yet, that's all! *is quite flustered and embarrassed, a front hoof pawing at the ground nervously*
Zed: ... -quietly watches, quirks a painted brow- Aren't you just the cutest thing ~
Freydan: *gives a flustered snort, tossing his mane in slight agitation as he tries to find something to say without sounding like a complete fool* I have nothing against how she looks!
Zed: -waggles eyebrows at- Oh? Then maybe you ain't after the pretty fillies...?
Freydan: *blinks in confusion* Huh?
Zed: -looks cresfallen, then sighs- If I had hands, I'd be patting you on the nose now. -instead gently noses the other stallions mane-
Freydan: *tilts his head, utterly confused by now* Ah, okay...? *is so straight he really has no concept about sexual preferences like bisexual or gay or otherwise, so he just exhales loudly and watches Zed, still looking bemused*
Zed: -snorts and snickers, finds Frey's innocence adorable- It's okay. -Settles for just teasing the poor dear than pursuing - You''re a fine mossy rock that is stuttery around pretty females. ^__^
Freydan: I'm not a rock! And I just get nervous, that's all! *snorts again, shaking his head a little*
Zed: Nervous? Why? They're pretty dang intelligent and a hoot you know. Girls aren't different from boys you know. -confused, and it shows with a slight frown and slight drooping of ears-
Freydan: I don't know why, I just do! My dad was the same way! *flicks his ears back a little, giving a slight equine frown* I can't help it
Zed: I see. -takes a few steps back and really examines the stallion- I don't see why you should be. You have the looks, and you're fun to talk to. Dang, we need to socialize you more. -VRY SRS, also grinning quite madly( as in crazy) - Then you won't be as nervous.
Freydan: Socialize more? Um... okay then? o A o *has no idea what he's getting himself into, which may or may not be a good thing* I suppose I have to meet others if I'm going to start a herd.
Zed: Yep! Everyone loves a leader willing to go out there and talk to someone! Say's they're confident! Strong! And...er.. um... -ran out of adjectives and coughs- We'll just need to start out with small groups and move from there, yeah? o w o; -knows next to no one-
Freydan: *bobs his head in agreement* You're right. I won't get anywhere if I don't get out and talk to others. It won't be too hard... *mentally trying to convince himself not to act like some colt that's wet behind the ears when he meets a new female*
Zed: -Bobs head as well, then gets an itch on his shoulder, nibbles at the fur- It'll be harder if you don't try. After all, you're only as confident as your experiences. -is being reassuringly supportive-
Freydan: Exactly! So I'll work on not being nervous and hopefully find others who would like to be a part of my herd. *whickers happily, shaking himself to get rid of the sudden excited energy that came with getting a goal to reach* This shouldn't be too hard at all, Zeddler. o u o
Zeddler: That's the spirit! o w o -more excited to meet all the others - . . . Though it is late... I should probably go back to my patch of grass and take a nice roll in the hay before them farmers wake up. -giggles, spins in a circle, noses Freydan fondly in a friendly way- Don't be a stranger, Mr. Handsome Mossy Rock~
Freydan: Alright then. I should get going as well. *yawns, then blinks at being nosed and whickers* Perhaps we'll see each other tomorrow, Zeddler
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