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 Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 3:14 pm
 Never in all his life would Dallon of guessed that soothing dusk strolls through the forest could turn into nightmares so quickly. The dark pelted stallion was minding his own business, mind zoned out on deep thought when his hooves hit something all to soft. At first he figured it was just a gathering of rain water that collected from the downpour a few days ago, but then it began getting deeper and deeper. Soon enough the male's hooves were completely submerged in the gunk and his curiosity gave him no choice but to finally glance down. It was muddy, disgusting, probably going to take multiple attempts to wash it clean of his feet. "Perfect..." he sarcastically mumbled in his usual mono-toned voice.
Dal pulled his legs up, managing to yank them free the first few times with grotesque wet sounds that made his spine shiver. A few feet was all the progress he made before his legs became sunken down to his knees. The sudden drop was enough to make him give out a shrill whiny before stilling. He had never come across a puddle of mud that was so deep, so ensnaring. "What is this? Cursed, foul, despicable pile of-" he trailed off, keeping his thoughts to himself for it was how he was brought up. Sure, he laced some adjectives and implying what he was going to say but he rarely followed through with his insults.
The sun was setting fast, just barely kissing the horizon now. Dallon stared through the trees, watching it sink as he to descended. His belly was just touching the top of the grime when he gave it another strong effort to escape. Struggling only seemed to make him sink all the more though. He figured it'd be best to remain still, but how long did he have? Surely, the stallion didn't have time to just wait for somebody to come to his rescue. Just as the muck was reaching his shoulders his hooves hit solid ground, stopping him from being buried any further. He guessed this was something of a positive point, yet how would he get out from this trap? The quicksand was practically smothering him in a way that prevented him from just walking out. The stallion hung his head, hair getting dirty in the filth as he thought hard on what to do. One thing that sent a bit of fear through his soul was the idea of starving to death slowly. For being in a life death situation he was relatively calm. Bother a curse and a gift.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 9:15 am
 As Dallon struggled and fought a losing battle in the quicksand, a soft clicking noise, much like that of click beetles or the soft crack of branches, was heard softly as his hooves made squelching noises in the mire. Eventually though, the clicks got louder, and a pale mare, massive in size with her head dipped so her eyes were hidden behind her capt and hair, paused at the edge of the swampy area, not too far from Dallon, her head tipped forward, seeming to glow faintly in the dim light. She clicked her tongue again, orienting her 'gaze' towards Dallon, "... Would you like some help? Try not to struggle, it only makes you sink faster."
She moved over to a tree, making another clicking noise, then bit a slender branch, twisting her head until it broke. Testing the depth of the edge of the level of quickmud, she pulled it out slowly once she hit solid ground, satisfied that she wouldn't sink too far in herself if she took a step in, and began to unbuckle her arm straps, "wiggle one of your legs to get the water around it, and slowly pull it up and move this way..."
She then stepped in a bit and poked him with the branch, pulling back and apologizing as she tried to get it positioned in front of him, it slapping into the mud a little before she finally got it up so he could grab it with his own teeth, "Move slowly... Its partially water, so if you treat it like a very slow swim, it should prevent you from sucking down further. Spread yourself out as much as possible.."
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 10:28 am
The struggle had been distracting enough so that when the faint clicking began to echo off the trees Dallon hadn't hearsay sound. It wasn't until Livy's obnoxiously large presence caught his attention and all he could do was stare with bewildered eyes. Well, the underlying hint of bewilderment. His expression for the most part remain bland except for the slighten raise of his eyebrows. The girl was a gigantic beauty that he would love to study and interview yet here he was in a ditch, up to his shoulders in goo. How appealing.
Dallon listened closely, soaking in the instructions on how to unstuck himself from this sticky situation. He dropped his jaw, readying himself to warn her of how vial and tricky the gunk was but her foot was in before he could say another word. What was more intriguing was that this seemed intentional. The purple striped stallion focused on the advice she gave him, trying his best to wiggle his body and legs around. Surprisingly enough the female was right about everything. Dallon spread his weight, slowly wiggled and advanced onward, towards his savior. So close and yet so far away. The stallion was already so exhausted from moving a foot or two.
What happened next, though really baffled his mind. Here was this perfect stranger, directing Dallon on how to save his own life, yet right when he got close enough the mare jabbed him in the throat with the branch she had been holding out for him. He didn't yell or raise his voice. Just a subtle grunt to let her know that he wasn't pleased with being screwed like a 'cabob. "You're alright. It was a mistake," he was quick to forget. After all, this female was trying to save his life. No need to get testy. With a firm bite on the branch now Dallon used it as leverage to make some momentum. Wiggling and forcing one hoof in front of another. He was completely spent by the time he made it on land, collapsing on the solid ground. He laid there, trying to ease his heavy breaths as he stared up at the girl with black encased rubies. "Thank you..." he breathed out, showing the severity of his exhaustion.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 5:30 pm
She dipped her head, eyelids shut, but visible from the angle he was at. She turned her head slightly, her gaze slightly off from his face, instead at his neck when she opened her eyes, light flickering slightly in empty sockets before fading back to darkness, the flicker faint and temporary enough that it could have simply been imagined.
Smiling faintly, the tall mare let out a sigh of relief, "you're welcome. I could hear the squelch of the mud, and could tell you weren't just laying down.." A soft chuckle escaped her lips, "Hopefully I didn't jab you too hard with the branch -- I was having trouble sensing the end of it..."
The blind mare sniffed at the air, ears swiviling until she targeted what she was searching for, head waving slightly, "... If you have the energy for it, I know where there is a stream nearby you can drink from and bathe..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 10:21 am
Dallon was at the maiden's feet, fixated on her oddly split hooves. She was so different than what he was, and not that he had escaped death's grasp he wanted to get to know this Savior of his. The stallion tilted back his head at quite an angle, so that he could meet her eyes, or the lack there of he should say. Her eyes were like bottomless pits, filled with the tiniest flicker of blue. There was a possibility she might see him but whatever the chances were he decided to dance around the subject for now. He'd hold back his curiosity for as long as possible.
His assumption had been proven correct for the most part while she admitted to having some difficulties judging the end of the branch. "Ah, so that's why you stabbed me in my throat," he held a lingering hint of amusement in his voice but his expression remained bland and cold. He didn't really understand why he was so apathetic. It was just the way he functioned, and nobody had ever brought it up to him before so maybe it wasn't as obvious as he lead himself to believe.
When the enormous female offered guidance to a stream he couldn't help but be a bit skeptic. Without thinking much about the level of rudeness it might hold he spoke in his usual monotone voice. "That would be kind of you if you could accomplish it." He looked her over a bit before getting to his feet, ready to be impressed.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 11:11 am
While she didn't look at him, she smiled softly at the amusement, somewhat embarrassed, "I get by well enough, but there are times when having sight would be more useful. At least I managed not to poke anything vital... Or bury your head into the quickmud."
She tipped her muzzle the way of the stream, "Without sight, the other senses are stronger... I can hear and scent fresh moving water this way, burbling slightly so it's likely a stream." She walked towards it, clicking her tongue and adjusting her wings to funnel the noise back to her ears, moving carefully to avoid trees, and allow him to follow as he recovered his energy.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 11:40 am
A gentle bow of his head, a sharp angle to keep his laughter contained. Yes, it would have been pretty awkward for the both of them. For a split second he had himself spooked, never before having to hide an emotion because usually. They were never that prominent in the first place. After regaining control he mumbled, lazy with his words, "Yes, fortunately for meI hadn't lost an eye or suffocated in mud. I'm grateful for that."
Now that they were on the move Dallon could study her in secrecy. The way she moved, how she seemed to sense things was all to intriguing for the stallion. It didn't take him all that much effort because of the girls openness. "You've figured this all out for yourself? Or perhaps you had your parents assistance." The angeni mix found that he could hear a bubbling little brook just ahead. It impressed him that Live was capable of hearing it at the distance they had been at before. "Hm, seems you weren't lying. You have quite the sense of smell and hearing."
Dallon approached the water's edge and dipped his hooves in first of all, to test the temperature. Once he okayed it the male tread the water until he was at the deepest part, only wetted up to his knees. "This might take a while... if you'd rather leave I wouldn't much mind but your company would be pleasant." He knelt down in the water, letting the gentle current sweep away the grime and gunk of the clingy mud.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 9:48 am
"I am unaware of who my father was...And from what I've learned, my mother died shortly after placing me in the basket, hunted till exhaustion by a skinwalker." She paused at the waters edge, having noticed a texture change as she had stepped onto the surface, her faint kirin powers kicking in instinctively at the surface to keep her from stumbling.
Stepping back, she retook her step carefully, testing the bottom of the water before easing in slowly herself, walking into the middle of the stream as well, simply standing as she only got part of her long limbs into the muck, her short fetlocks easier to wash out than his own, "I was born blind, so I had to learn how to move on my own. I don't remember how I learned I could hear where and what things were with a click, so it must have been early."
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 10:38 am
The red orbs that seemed to float in pitch blackness studied the female closely. Her every move fascinated him and coaxed him into learning more. Though, he had to be cautious. Asking to many questions could upset this unusual mare that held his attention so effortlessly. "I am sorry about your mother..." he grieved in his own emotionless way. It got him to thinking if he would even feel a sting of dramatic emotions if his own mother ever passed on.
Dallon decided to focus his thoughts on the fact that the girl was staying by his side. Even if he had given full permission to depart. It cause his lips to tug into a rare smile. "Then you are a clever girl," he wondered if she had any idea of house different she actually was though. Her wings, her eyes, and even the articles of clothing she wore was quite peculiar. As he soaked in the water the smaller horse shook his body to rid some muck. Slowly but surely he was cleaning himself up. "Are you always like this?" He asked rather bluntly. "Always so... open..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 10:54 am
"Not always.. But then it's not every day I find someone mired and sinking in quick mud." Liv tipped her head to the side, and frowned a bit before kneeling her front legs into the water, still feeling the mud on them.
Her wings spread out for balance, but she remained careful not to poke herself with the spurs grown naturally into them, her upper set looking almost like armor, though closer inspection revealed small, snakelike scales, just barely visible even up close, growing like a shell over the spurs, as if it had developed to protect her feathers.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 11:05 am
This mare made a valid point. Perhaps, she was only opening up to him to calm his nerves from the near death experience he had nearly succumb to. He lacked a response to this so instead of making a buffoon out of himself he held his tongue, continuing to wash away the grime. By now the current had swept away all of the filth and left Dallon a wet, but clean stallion. He dragged his slender legs through the brook and soon he was up on the bed side.
His eyes would never cease studying her, because, if he were to be quite honest, she was the most graceful and mind blowing thing he had ever laid his eyes upon. For a male who devoted himself to finding the peculiar he felt as though he had hit the jackpot. "You know... you are quite lovely..." he thought he should tell her, but only because he thought she wasn't aware of how beautiful she was. This made him all the more pleased with the girl, seeing as how she wasn't arrogant in the least bit.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 9:43 pm
"Really? Usually the lack of eyes and sharp, bony wings molds people's thoughts into another opinion." She smirked slightly, with a gentle good natured teasing air as she chuckle softly. She ruffled her wings a little, making the sharp bits rub against each other with a sharp noise.
Tipping her head to the side, she settled herself down further into the water, enjoying the chill, and took a long drought from the crisp, clear water,"Statue-esk seems more common of a descriptive. Haunting. Imposing... I've been called a Reaper on occasion, which is odd considering I've never lead the dead to peace.." She licked her lips, her tongue just as dark and blue tinted as her hallow eyes, "Nor killed anyone. That I'm aware of, anyway."
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 10:58 am
The idea of others feeding this dark angel negative comments about her appearance left Dallon with an unpleasant expression. Faint, but certainly unpleasant in emotion. Such an exquisite creature should be held up high, not beaten down with such unsatisfying remarks. At least, that was the stallion's personal opinion. He always liked to be polite until given a solid reason not to be. There hasn't been many instances where he was purposefully rude but it has happened on occasion. "Honestly, I find what others call 'haunting and statuesque' to be quite beautiful then," he gave a subtle nod of his head to show his sincerity.
A sharp knife pierced the peaceful silence as Liv ruffled her feathers, causing the metal of her reaper wings to grind together. Dallon grit his teeth, feeling the resonating sound deep in his bones. He wondered if that was on accident or perhaps purposefully, her wanting to get her point across. Dal was starting to believe that this girl was in favor of being called such ghostly things. Dallon liked them, so why would it be bad for her to like it as well. he shouldn't try to change her mind if she was enjoying the usual descriptions of herself.
"Reaper... my mother speaks of my blood being tied to such a name but I never pried. She always seemed so ... nervous about my question on family," he shook the uneasy feeling of being in the dark about his heritage and gave a reassuring smirk. "Though, I couldn't imagine the two of us being related so we most definitely couldn't both be reaper's, eh?" he tried to lighten the mood with a content little chuckle. As light as the air around them. "You don't strike me as a killer... though, I have been wrong on occasion. I shall have to keep my eyes on you," and just the thought of watching her brought him joyful feelings.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 11:03 am
Liv smiled into the vacant air to the left of Dallons head, "Reapers are simply spirits that are neither good or evil that bring the spirits of the dead to their proper place, where ever it may be. There is more than one, I would assume, for even the spirits need to rest. And surely comes in different forms."
Chuckling, she nodded her head pleasantly, "Watch as much as you wish - watchful eyes do not bother the blind." She sat in silence for a long time, still in the water, enjoying the chill. Then she moved her head again, blinking slowly over empty eyes, "But what of you?"
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