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 Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 12:00 pm
This is an AIM log of a private RP between Chepi (RockerWolfie1616) and Wemitan (.Tortured. .Pumpkin.)  
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 12:07 pm
The sun's lovely warmth and the delicate crunch of leaves made any trip out wonderful. Today though the mare had to stay focused..it might have been easy for others but, Chepi had a wandering mind. Aras usually came out with her, every since becoming pregnant the stallion seemed to worry more. Chepi retained her usual carefree manner though she had promised multiple times to work on focusing. Focus..focus. Eye squinting her head gave a quick shake. "No no ..I can't go look for the autumn faeries today! Aras would be so worried. Besides the babies want apples..right babies?" Smiling she paused on her short trek to nudge her growing belly fondly. "Yes apples will make the wiggling stop!" Head held high the mare started marching as best she could with her troublesome tail and swaying tummy. Up ahead stood a small grove of apple trees, readying themselves for winter by dropping the last of their sweet crunchy fruit. Yes..she could do this, just a few steps more and Chepi would be able to feast.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 12:15 pm
On this beautiful fall day, Wemitan had been given the role as the gatherer. Generally, a mare would be out doing this, but they were all too busy chattering about the leaves and what things the two-legger could make out of them. They were off collecting colors for crafts, and Wem was stuck picking apples. Huffing, he looked at all of the trees. Most of the fruit had already fallen, but he knew that the best had yet to drop. The flutter's wings twitched, and his eyes squinted at the treetops. In his jaws was held a wicker basket, empty save for a small black creature with slender wings and a glowing eye. Thud! The basket fell to the ground and the creature inside stirred, rather unhappily. "C'mon, Boo," the stallion called. "Time to get to work."
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 12:25 pm
Ears pricking at the sound of a voice..yes definitely a voice, the mare froze by the first apple tree. With only one eye there were times when the carefree mare became wary. That was when she could not see another, it made her skin crawl and put her body on high alert. Stepping forward tentatively her eyes scanned the area. A wing..wings..beautiful and butterfly shaped..it couldn't be. Eye wide Chepi breathed out in an effort to calm herself..even her babies seemed to sense something from within her because they started wiggling again. "Shh babies..be still..we might scare the faerie away." Voice no more than a whisper he eye once more scanned the flutter male over. All the other faeries she had met had tun, or claimed to be 'normal flutters' but, Chepi could sense the magic. "Hello?" Hesitating her tail lifted, stirring the many leaves that littered the sun baked earth.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 12:33 pm
Wemitan's head shot up at the sound of the mare's voice. He quickly looked around, and spotted the source. Sighing, he nodded a greeting. "Hello, there." At the sound of another, the small creature in the basket also became curious. Rolling upright, its wings spread and began to flap. Slowly, it managed to navigate its way around the handle of the basket and toward the mare. Blinking a few times, it decided the other horse couldn't be a threat and flopped onto her back, using its wings as a support to stay put by draping them on either side of her. "Boo, don't be rude." Wemitan sighed and made his way toward the mare, his floating wisps of hair trailing behind and the chain attached to his leg jingling the whole way. "I do apologize for my friend... She doesn't seem to know what manners are."
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 12:39 pm
Heart fluttering with excitement Chepi turned to watch the...what was it? Certainly not a faerie...brow furrowing in thought she turned back to the male. "It's alright! Please do not run away..everyone like you runs away hen I talk to them!" Desperation seeping into her voice the mare once more turned back to the thing named Boo on her back. Leaning as close as possible Chepi sniffed at it, ears kept at an odd angle. "Hello..you must be magic too! I'm Chepi..I came to eat apples so the babies will stop wiggling." Giggling softly her one eyed gaze once more fell on the pretty male. "So..so mister faerie..why did you come here? For apples?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 12:46 pm
Boo's red eye glowed a little brighter. Her way of saying hello, perhaps? Wemitan raised a slight brow at the mention of magic, unsure of what the mare was talking about. He guessed technically, there was magic in the Soquili lands, but he wasn't entirely sure Boo fit that bill. Another thought sparked when the mare mentioned babies. He hadn't noticed it before, but she did, indeed have a slight bulge in her belly. "That's Boo, my name is Wemitan." He wasn't quite sure how to respond to being called a faerie, but he answered her question anyway. "I did. Generally, the mares at the teepee do the collecting. But I've been sent out to do it today. And I beg your pardon, but what is a 'faerie?'"
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 2:06 pm
Ah well that made sense, at least partially to Chepi. "You are a faerie..they are tiny..magical with wings like a butterfly ! They live in the forest.." Smiling her gaze fell to the apples nearby, her wandering mind leading her to delicately sink her teeth into one. As if she had forgotten the conversation completely. "Boo and Wemitan..can we be friends?" Perking up her eye flicked from one to the other. "I only have my mate Aras..but he's been a grumpity stallion lately..he told me to not talk to strangers! Faeries aren't strangers though!" Beaming happily the mare went back to her apple eating, though she made sure the male didn't run. No she wouldn't lose another faerie!
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 2:18 pm
Wemitan chuckled a little bit at the mare's child-like antics. "Well, Chepi... There seems to be a little flaw in your presumption. I am normal sized. Not tiny at all, really. So how is it that I could be a faerie?" He wondered for a moment how the mare would react to seeing him shrink his size, but decided that wouldn't be the best of ideas. "And you know what? I'd like to be your friend. And I'm sure Boo would, too. She doesn't have many who don't think her odd." As a gesture, the stallion fluttered his way up to the top of one of the apple trees and found a ripe apple. He gingerly plucked it by its stem and brought it back down to the mare. "One that the bugs couldn't get at as easily."
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 3:10 pm
Chepi frowned.. The male had a point, he had been the first to really explain it to her. "I met someone like you once though and he could shrink!" Heart swelling she gave a squeak of delight, she wanted to spin but couldn't because she knew her balance was not the best. "Really? Oh I couldn't be happier..my first friends!" Unable to stop smiling she carefully took the apple, munching away with a happy wiggle. "Wemitan..when my babies come you can be their uncle! Aras will like you too..once he's less worried. I do have a sister somewhere but, other than her there's only my father. Thank you..for not leaving..or calling me stupid." Smile softening she gave Boo a gentle nuzzle, careful of the creatures delicate looking body. "Do you two travel or stay at your teepee?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 3:11 pm
Wem chuckled a little again. "Yes, some of us can shrink. But faeries are always small, right? So maybe they are out there, but you just haven't found one yet? I mean, if I can shrink, and Unicorns can heal wounds, who knows what else is out there, right?" The mare reminded him of Phaedra, and he was very fond of her. So innocent and untainted by the evils of others. "Uncle Wem, huh? I like the sound of that." He nodded. Many unrelated foals had already called him uncle; he lived among a very family-oriented group. Everybody raised everybody, and he believed that was how it should be. "You aren't stupid, Chepi. You just believe in things that most others have given up on, and there's nothing wrong with that." A warm smile breached his face. "I live both at the teepee where I grew up, and at the teepee where my mate lives. I love her, but I couldn't stand to part with my family."
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 1:11 pm
Eye rising to the sky thoughtfully Chepi hummed before speaking again. "You are just half faerie then! I know they exist and one day I will find one.." Trailing off she smiled brightly at Wem..she felt so happy to have met the stallion. "Thank you..others look down upon me often because of my beliefs and because I have trouble focusing." Stepping in circles she listened to the soft crunch of the leaves, being careful of her tiny passenger. "Really? Thats amazing! My father lives with his familiar all by himself..he's afraid of the bad one." Brows furrowing her eye once more moved to the sky to check the time. She hadn't been gone too long..besides Ara knew she became distracted easily. "Do you have any babies?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 1:12 pm
Wemitan smiled. "Well perhaps I am, and perhaps you will." His curiosity began to bubble at the mention of the mare's father. "Oh? Who is this 'bad one?' Is it a particular Soquili, or maybe a breed of Soquili? Or is it not a Soquili at all? Maybe a spirit of some sort?" It made the stallion a little sad to hear of someone living all by themselves. He'd met a few loners, and they always seemed so sad and lonely, or sometimes angry. The flutter frowned a little bit at the mare's question, but he quickly stopped because he didn't want her to worry or think she'd upset him. "No, not yet. My mate and I haven't been blessed by the spirits yet as you have, it seems. But I'm certain, that one day, I'll have children, too. And they could call you Auntie."
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