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 Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 10:17 am
 That damned lizard of his had brought back the wrong plant. He had specifically asked for the green leaves with red veining on them, not the red leaves with green outline! Now he was forced to march half way across the damned world and get the plant himself. He needed to be planning his way bck home and gathering minions not venturing out on tasks that Morose should be able to handle. Speaking of Morose where had the lizard wandered off to? He was supposed to be following so that Mornhavon could show him which plants were the ones he wanted for next time.
"Where the hell are you Morose?" He yelled out but there was no reply. There would be hell to pay if Morose didn't find him by the time he got to where the plants were growing. "Bloody idiot." Mornhavon mumbled as he checked his progress. The plants should be somewhere around here. As his anger over Morose boiled he reminded himself to make sure that any of his minions would need to have more intelligence than the lizard or else he would be even worse off than he currently was.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 11:28 am
 Syrrin cracked an eye open and raised his head, peering over the foliage where he had been sleeping.What, in the hell, was that noise! Taking notice of the purple Usdia - he didn't notice the horn from this distance- he growled slightly. Figures some interloper would decide to come along and ruin his nap...and he'd had to trek all the way out here to avoid being woken up by Lapin too.
What a waste! Standing up and revealing the crushed green and red plants he'd been sleeping on he shook his pelt. "Hey! Would you keep it down over there you lout! Some of us are trying to take a nap!" He yelled at the approaching mini. I mean really..who wanted about yelling like that?
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 4:22 pm
The others voice grated on Mornhavon's nerves instantly. No one told him what to do! Plus last time he checked one was free to roam the lands, he was out in the middle of no where with no sign of any herd nearby. This other was just looking to be a jerk and Mornhavon could be an even bigger jerk when needed. Turning he moved towards the owner of the voice. The grey pelt stood out quite a bit amid all of the green, but then again his own pelt stood out as well. "Listen up here you half wit!" He started as he brought himself to a stop a short distance from the other stallion. "You see this?" He asked motioning to the space around them. "It's called a meadow. Meadows are open to anyone. What kind of a moron tries to take a nap in a meadow?"
Mornhavon snorted while looking over the grey stallion with disgust. He was just a regular usdia, nothing special about him and they were of pretty much equal size anyways. "You do realize as well it's during the day? What kind of pansy naps during the day? This is when everyone is out and moving around, making noise disturbing twits like you." Mornhavon wasn't in a good mood, he rarely was, but this stallion was making his mood even worse and it could turn very ugly very quickly if things kept to the path they were on now.
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2012 7:46 am
Great..not only was he being disturbed but he was being disturbed by an uncultured heathen with a potty mouth. Potty mouth? Clearly he was spending to much time around the herds foals if he was thinking like that. In any case the description fit. "Half wit? I'm the half wit? Your the buffoon prancing around yelling at nothing..and what the hell is that growing out of your head? Are you part goat? That would explain the manners..." Syrrin went on, regarding the other stallion with an equal amount of disgust.
"Let me educate you a little bit Goat..naps by definition are taken during the day, if you took a nap at night it'd be called sleeeppping" He said the word slowly as though the other stallion might not understand the concept. "What else are you going to do in a meadow? Dance around ..no what do they call what goat's do? Bound? Here why don't you eat some weeds - Goats like those too" And he kicked a bit of the red and green plants he'd crushed during his nap towards the other stallion.
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2012 7:57 am
This stallion wanted a fight then Mornhavon would give him one. He had met his share of morons in the past, though quite a few of them had been weeded out of the herd through various processes, some of which involved the two-legged hunters. Yelling at nothing? Was he seriously that stupid? Obviously yes he was. "I was yelling at a lizard who can't do anything without me standing there watching his every move." Then before he could say anything the other stallion thought he was part...goat? What the hell? "It's a horn you dolt! Have you seriously never seen a unicorn before? You are a bigger idiot than thought."
Mornhavon huffed at the explanation of a nap. He damned well knew what a nap was but usually adults didn't take naps. "Naps are for foals who don't have enough energy to make it through an entire day. Are you just a silly little foal then since you were taking a nap?" Mornhavon almost snickered but kept his composure. "Is the itty bitty foal lost and can't find his mommy?" He asked in a mocking tone. While he was willing to somewhat overlook the goat comments his anger snapped when he saw the crushed leaves of the plant he had been looking for being kicked his way. "You rat b*****d I needed those!" Now he would have to find another place they grew and who knows where that could be.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 10:33 am
"Well sure..I've seen unicorns before but they've got actual horns..not a tiny little stub like you. Goats have stubs" Syrrin stated in an offhand manner, as though the other stallion should be able to plainly see that he was right and was somewhat of an idiot for considering himself a unicorn. "Hell my adopted Nieces horn is as long as your head" He added before pursing his lips as though thinking of something "...maybe horn size has something to do with ..brain size?" He mused out loud to infuriate the other stallion.
"I don't see any lizards, I'm afraid your imaginary friend hasn't come this way" He went on, casting his glance around as though looking for a lizard. "Naps are for anyone who works hard enough to need one - judging by your pudgy little body I'm guessing you probably don't" Although the other stallion wasn't all that pudgy - accusing someone of being fat and lazy was generally an insult that drew a reaction...of course if he'd known that all he had to do was stomp on a few plants to make the other stallion mad he would have saved his breath "What..you want your flowers..here you go!" Syrrin stated before boldly turning around and harshly ripping up some more of them, tossing them in bits and pieces all over the place.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 6:42 pm
Irritation coursed through every inch of Mornhavon's body. This stallion somehow knew exactly what to say in order to increase Mornhavon's ire with every word. Although considering his penchant for anger and dislike of others it wasn't all that hard to infuriate the purple stallion. But insulting no only his horns, but his work ethic and then quite literally throwing the herbs he was so desperately searchign for in his face Mornhavon felt himself snap. Words were beyond him now, nothing he could say would matter and surely the stallion would foolishly brush them off as well. No, now was the time for action. He wasn't a fighter, he could hold his own if needed and the rage that coursed through his body now would aid him in that but he had to do something. He would beat this stallion down into a bloody mess and then shove every scrape of leaf from this plant down his throat so he would choke on it.
With a solid snort Mornhavon charged, closing the distance between him and the other stallion in quick steps. His head was lowered, clearly intent on using his apparent "goat stubs" to impale this blasted wretch of a being. He also kicked out with his left leg ensuring the other would not simply try to dodge his attack. Though his breed may be known for being healers in this moment Mornhavon wanted to make it so this stallion would desperately need one...perhaps worse depending on how his rage held.
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