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 Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 2:46 pm
Rain was a matter of the future though and she was in the present. The youthful mare happily pranced and wove her way through the thick trunks of ancient trees as the nearby stream trickled along. It reflected the sunlight beautifully and provided a clear image of the observer to itself. Slowly alongside the stream she glanced at her relection in the stream and lowered her nose to the edge of the glistening water. There it hung and she gazed past the reflection of her green eyes into the stream at a little orange fish swimming past.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 10:47 am
The stallion looked longingly into the stream. He was parched and his muzzle was chafing his face. His mouth was clamped closed by the man-made device strapped onto him to prevent him from hurting anybody. Wallace would have laughed at the thought had he been able to breathe enough. He didn't need his dull fangs; he had sharp hooves and a dagger-like horn attached to his skull. All the muzzle did was make his life hell.
A few moments passed before he noticed the mare not too far down the stream from him. He reacted quickly by moving into what little shadow there was. He watched her silently, as if he were stalking his prey.
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2011 1:59 pm
Ofelia's ears flickered, did she hear something? She wasn't quite sure it may have been a rustle of leaves or the whistle of the wind. She refocused onto the fish, it had black stripes how cute she thought. She was watching it swim in loops when her ears twitched again. Surely it wasn't just leaves, but she wasn't willing to leave her current investigaton in favor of another without completing this one first.
The little orange fish flciked up a few glistening droplets onto Ofelia face and she had to blink them away as a few flew into her eyes. Once she had done so she lifted her head and shook back her mane which had fallen into her face. She was about to return her gaze to the fish when she caught sight of something that was out of place. She could barely make out the still shape hidden in shadow but it was there. She assumed it was another soquili and didn't hesitate to call out to the soquili she had found out the presence of quite accidentally. "Hello there!" she called as her eyes sparkled cheerfully.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 8:12 am
A look of frustration and bitterness appeared on the stallion's face. How he hated being talked at when he couldn't reply. Wallace moved slowly out of the shadows, his tail dragging behind. He'd have attempted a smile as to not frighten the mare, but his mouth trap would've hidden it anyway.
The stallion continued to approach the mare, inching ever closer with every step. Though he didn't wish to scare her, Wally sort of wanted her to notice his frightful appearance and leave. With this thought, he picked up his tail and lashed it around a bit, but kept his wings tucked to his side. His green pupils stared at the mare coldly, as if warning her. Most knew of the Kalona breed and were terrified of them. He figured that chances were she was too.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 3:04 pm
It was a stallion that Ofelia had noticed and though he didn't reply she was undeterred. The soquili emerged from the shadows that had shielded him allowing Ofelia a better look of him. Though most's eyes would go straight to the out of place muzzle Ofelia's eyes were drawn to his bright green eyes, they were brilliant like hers but of a differnt shade. As an afterthought her eyes rolled over the rest of him. He had black stripes as well, or green stripes over black, she could never really tell, just like the fish she was just watching. His long mane was a lovely pure white and she couldn't help but be curious as to how it stayed that way. She for one, was appreciative of her brown coat as it hid any dirt that may have flung up as she ran or explored. The necklace was an intriguing shape but she didn't linger over that as her eyes had quickly moved up to the muzzle. How could that have possibly gotten there?
She was about to question the muzzle when the stallion started to shift again. His tail writhed back and forth perhaps he was trying to ward her off she thought, but wondered as to why he didn't tell her to leave. That was a stupid question she realized, he couldn't the muzzle would muffle anything he tried to say. She casually rolled her eyes at herself, still not the least bit frightened of the approaching male. She noted that the purple flowers in his mane were a bit delicate for the persona he was trying to show as she neared him. If he wasn't planning any closer of course she would.
Quite unsure of how to approach the situation she attempted to assist without offense "Do you need some help there?" she queried unabashedly. Hopefully his masculine pride wouldn't be crushed by her assistance, not that she really cared. She knew some stallions were like that and she had no intention of helping one that would be rude, they anoyed her.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 7:51 pm
Wallace relaxed. Help? How the hell was she supposed to help him? And with what? He looked himself over. Nothing was dirty, his hair wasn't tangled, no flowers were out of place. Everything was perfectly normal for him. Then he noticed something. There was a beetle crawling on his leg. He used his tail to push the bug to the ground and then looked back at the mare questioningly. Was that it?
He was beginning to feel even more uncomfortable around the mare. Wallace just couldn't figure out what was so wrong that the mare felt he'd need help. He was obviously an able-bodied stallion. Then it hit him. The muzzle. Not many had seen such a contraption as his. He could easily get the thing off, it was putting it back on that was the problem. With a shake of his head, he examined the mare further. She was a tiny little thing. Like a deer. He pushed the thought from his mind. Deer were food. But... Was she a deer?
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 6:07 pm
The stallion looked at her oddly, as if it was she that needed help, perhaps mentally at that she thought to herself. No it wasn't she that needed help, she was quite alright but how could he stand that with a little cage around his mouth, she imagined that it would quite uncomfortable plus why would he want to be prevented from talking. She for one wouldn't be able to handle that, she was quite a bubbly talkative mare and pitied those that weren't allowed to share in her delight in the same way.
She glanced down to the beetle that he shook off then looked back up to his face. "Do you want any help with that little cage, there?" she asked pleasantly but gave a glare at the teeny suppressor as if were her greatest foe. She did a little hop, skip, and a jump towards him before he replied, of course she did not come too close as to make him assume that she was going to help whether he wanted it or not, though she may. "I'm Ofelia by the way," she trilled as her little tail wiggled playfully as was the way with it.
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