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 Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 3:58 pm
The breeze was cool the sun was hot and tyler had just compleated what she was sure was one of the best pranks ever. . .well okay maybe not ever but certainly the best one this moon cycle. Now however after all that running she felt a treat was in order and an apple sounded just right.
After a bit of walking she found an apple tree they were too high for her to reach with her teeth with a shrug she laid her pillow on her rump am bumped her hip against the tree. As an apple fell she caught it with her teeth. A few more hit the ground and rolled arround.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 1:25 pm
 It was likely the sound of the apples hitting the ground which drew Zangar's attention - he was never one to pass up a windblown apple or two when the chance occurred - of course when he actually came upon the tree and noticed that the apples were scattered about the feet of a particularly nice looking filly Zangar was brought of short.
"Well hello there" He stated in what he considered his most charming voice, flipping the end of his scarf out of the way so that he could peer at her from between the folds of material. "I thought I heard some apples hitting the ground - but I wasn't aware they were being guarded by a nymph like you" He went on. Smooth Zangar..so smooth! He mentally patted himself on the back for what he thought was a very witty comment and gave the mare a warm look.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:24 pm
Quirking a brow tyler looked about to see if he was talking about another mare. When she found there was no one else she swallowed the bit of apple and laughed heartily.
"me? A nymph? I think your head wrap obscures you're view a bit more than you assume If that's what I appear to be." she replied stepping a but closer and eyeing h I'm curiously.
"and if that's the case I would like to ask where you got it so I might procure one for myself." she added.
Tyler was no beauty. She had no flowing tresses, no beautiful coat, not even a pretty color. She had a mottled coat, short straw colored mane and a bushy foals tail.
"I'm a lot of things but beautiful is not one of them." she then leaned down to eat another apple.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 6:49 am
"My mot..."Zangar started to explain about the scarf and them stopped - how could he possibly seem cool and suave if he told her that his mother had given him the scarf? No best to say something else then - not a complete lie but you know a bending of the truth "I found the scarf when I was just a foul, an epic adventure if I do say so myself" He concluded, it was partially true - he'd found the material, his mother had just had it fashioned into the scarf. Not a lie..not completely.
"And I believe you do yourself a disservice Milady but alas the pretty ones always do - I am Zangar, do you live in these parts?" As somewhat of a wandering type Zangar often asked this question - he had found that it was a good way to get a read on the area he happened to be traveling through and once in a while the other had some information on local curiosity's that were worth checking out. For instance someone had told him that there was a cliff nearby where one could dive into a deep pool and cool of if they so chose - Zangar had never jumped off a cliff before but it had sounded like a relatively fun idea - never mind that he'd never really swam before, surely that was instinctual right?
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 5:24 am
Her ears pricked forward with genuine interest at the words "grand adventure." She smiled now in a more pleasant her whole demeanor changing in an instant. It was so difficult to find a stallion who liked to move about just for the sake of seeing what was around the next bend. So many were just content to settle or felt a journey needed a goal set to be bothered with at all. He seemed . . .fee spirited he seemed . . . Well like her. That kind of flare was what the green prince had lacked and exactly what she needed to get her mind of of . . .oliver. Even thinking his name still gave her a small pang of seething jealously.
"No I'm not from these parts I'm actually a bit of a nomad or an adventurer if you will myself." she sated proudly reaching back she showed him her pillow.
"my mother had this made for me it like the one she wears."
She shrugged and gave a small laugh then set it back on her rump.
"no adventure behind it but I cherish it all the same." She added. He certainly was handsome. she mused. Then pushed an apple toward him with her nose.
"trade ya an apple for a story?" she asked coyly.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 10:04 am
"Ah! A mare after my own heart!" Zangar declared with approval as the mare spoke of her penchant for wandering "Why stay in one place when there's so much to be found in the world is what I always say" He added with a sage nod. The change in her demeanor was not at all unnoticed and he took note of her pillow with interest - ah well perhaps she wouldn't make fun of him when he revealed that his mother had made him his scarf after all. "It's very nice" He agreed "Just because we wander doesn't mean we don't care about where we come from...lots of Soquili have a hard time understanding that, they want to set down 'roots' and live in one place but why? They're just missing out on so much more. Life is short I'm not going to stay still and waste it in one place" He concluded accepting the apple with a warm look and a solid crunch .
"A story huh?" Chewing the apple he pondered one to tell hr - but really given the current state of their conversation the only one which seemed appropriate was the story of his scarf. Very well then "Alright, I'll tell you how I got my scarf - I was just a foal at the time but even then I was hardly the stay in one place type, my mother was forever trying to keep me in one area and one day I happened to wander a bit to close to a two legger camp, they had all this material strung out on lines and I just couldn't help it really - I simply had to have some of it but obviously I couldn't get it in the middle of the day..so I went back to my mother and talked her into staying there for the night, I believe I claimed I was too tired to move on and since she had been looking for me all day she was more then happy to just rest herself. Anyways once she fell asleep I snuck back to the camp and snatched some of the material. I didn't really know what I was going to do with it but my mother had some cuffs and I thought they would look good on me. On the way back to my mother with my prize however I got lost in the dark, fell down a ravine and into a fast moving stream. I tried to get out but the current was far to fast so I was swept downstream a good distance before I was able to crawl out. My material was all raggedy and torn by that point but I held on to it anyways. It was halfway through the next day before my mother found me and while I got in trouble for stealing the material when we went back to return it the camp had moved on so I got to keep it. My mother cleaned it and had it turned into the cuffs and scarf - as a reminder about how easy it is to get into trouble. Suffice to say I kept the scarf but forgot the lesson." He finished with a slight laugh
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 5:05 am
"If it were me in your place my mother would have been right there stealing the cloth with me! Your story was definitely worth an apple or two" she laughed pushing another toward him.
It was true her mother was less of a mother and more of a super mischievous older sister. Tyler couldn't remember once ever being actually scolded. Sure she got told not to get caught rather sternly but never actually scolded for doing something.
He was really quite refreshing to be arround compared to other stallions perhaps she would skip the tricks just this once (at least right away anyway), do things the old fashioned way.
"your rather interesting you know that and -" she paused giveing a sly sort of flirtatious smile"I happen to like rather interesting." she commented giveing her short tail a flick before turning to wander off toward the tree line . "call me tyler and . . .i think I may be able to help you out with that cliff you were talking about."
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 10:18 am
Zangar chuckled slightly and accepted the second apple with a polite dip of his head before crunching it up as he pondered his answer. "My mother likes a good adventure now and again but she's always been keen on 'doing the right thing' as well" He told the mare with a shrug. "Or at least I think she's always felt it her duty to try and instill that in me" He added - knowing quite well that his mother had gotten into her fair share of trouble during her adventures.
Interesting huh? He supposed that he could live with interesting..certainly it was better then some of the things he had been called in the past - and the fact that she seemed genuinely interested was enough to bring a smile to his face. "Well" He told her slyly "I should rather hope so - I'm not to interested in those who like dull and boring" He concluded, following after her as she headed for the treeline, his ears pricked forward at the mention of the cliff "Oh? Have you been there?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 3:05 pm
she laughed lightly at his return of her compliment of him being interesting.
"I have." she replied with a wiggle of her short tail " however just as your mother attempted to instill lessons of doing the right thing my mother instilled a lesson of another kind. fear. Fear of water to be exact. its a desert dweller thing i suppose. either way Ive never been so brave as to jump off as you have suggested." she shrugged kicking an apple up off the ground into the air and then catching it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 10:11 am
"A fear of water?" Zangar eyed her for a few moments- she did not seem like the type to have such a fear, she seemed far to adventurous to be plagued with such a thing. "Is it only your mothers lessons..or a bad experience which causes your fear?" He asked out of curiosity. "I admit to not being fond of high places once in a while.. especially when the wind is strong, but I always manage to fight through it somehow" He shared with her, certainly he didn't want her to think that she was the only one with a fear to work through.
Had she never gone swimming then? Or stood under a waterfall? Those were sad thoughts to the stallion - as both activities were ones he considered quite lovely, and most certainly not something that one should miss out on in life.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 12:33 am
"My mother was a desert dweller. Water is scarce in the first place making large pools of it a unusual thing. Besides that Watering holes or even beautiful oasis's are where most predators lurk to snare the unsuspecting while they clench their thirst. . .eventually my mother like many of her old herd just began to fear water as a type of survival mechanism. Fear keeps one alert and alert keeps one alive.
So when my mother came to these lands she carried that fear with her then instilled it in me whether she meant to or not."
She explained casually as they walked along. as if she were talking about something as simple as the weather.
"I've never had anything bad happen to me but when I get into it . . .i just freeze up. Mother does the same thing I think, thats where I got it from." she looked this way and that "I can work past it but only if I really feel I have too." she added.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 2:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 3:27 pm
Zangar supposed that as excuses went that one wasn't terrible, how you were raised and the actions you saw exhibited by those who raised you had a pretty strong impact on the Soquili you became as you aged. Still ... it was a sad thing to think about all that she would miss out on with this fear, not all waters contained the dangers she worried about, in fact Zangar happened to know about a great many little pools that were perfectly safe.
"I expect that fear was quite warranted where your mother came from then ... and admittedly there are some waterways I've come across that are not entirely safe either, but many are quite safe and quite beautiful. I expect you would look quite fetching next to a waterfall." He told her, giving her a wry grin as he tacked on the compliment to the end. It was a truthful compliment, he was more then sure that she would look lovely next to the water, not that she looked bad anywhere really.
"In any case it is good that you can work past it when you need too - I have heard that if you force yourself to do so often enough the fear will even vanish ... It hasn't done so for me yet with heights, but I do keep trying.There are some lovely places in the mountains I would like to see without being scared out of my wits the entire time." He told her with a quiet laugh.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 6:11 pm
She hadn't had a conversation that lasted this long or was thins enjoyable since Oliver. It was rather refreshing. she forgot how good it felt to actually just talk to someone instead of tear them down or trick them into something.
she snickered "Fetching? About the only thing I would be fetching is a cold" she laughed trying to seem like she hadn't noticed the compliment.
She paused for a long moment considering if she really wanted to say what she wanted to say. Would it sound too corny? she wondered well certainly not any cornier than anything he has said. whats the worst that can happen?
She cleared her throat "Maybe it will be easier for each of us if we work on it together."
Ugh that was corny. hurry say something that makes it seem like a joke.
"Ya know like that ridiculous circle of support thing people always go on about it."
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