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 Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 5:38 pm
They Found You There are somethings out there that you never hope you meet. some people Are able to go their whole lives without a hitch. Everything is happy and perky and filled with sunshiny roses. But then there are others that dont have such good luck. In fact you can say that some people have quite bad luck indeed. Call it fate or karma, heck even call it coincident, but no matter what you call it you my friend have bad luck. For out there running in the wild are monsters. Monsters that seek blood, and they can hear your heart. They can hear your heart beating and they are hungary. Hide while you can.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 6:58 pm
This land was really very pretty. Not like home, but pretty all the same. The young flutter moved slowly through the small forest clearing, enjoying the fragrant blooms that made their home in the gap among the trees. She didn't recognize these flowers, they didn't look like the tiny, delicate blooms that clung to the sparse places high in the mountains she and Prokaz had passed through. They were so much bigger, and there were so many more colors to them. And their scent, oh, it was so very lovely.
If she had pollen on her nose, she had yet to notice. In her usual, larger size it was only the sweet smell that she could enjoy, she would need to be much tinier to taste the necter within. But she didn't know these flowers, and she had learned that some were less friendly than others. Volshy sincerely doubted that these were like those snapping flowers, surely they would have attempted to eat her nose by now, but one such scare was quite enough. She would wait for Prokaz to be around again before she stuck more than her nose into a strange plant. Nor was she planning on eating any of them, she only needed to make herself sick once eating something she wasn't sure what it was. No matter how pretty the flower looked, it might only be suitable for bees, or flies, or maybe even just ants.
But that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy them all the same. Prokaz would be back before too terribly long, perhaps tomorrow morning. Smiling, humming softly to herself, she picked her way delicately, careful not to crush any of the delightful blooms, to another small cluster of flowers. It might be a little lonely while her twin was absent, but she could certainly handle wandering around a pretty forest full of flowers for a little bit. There were worse fates than temporarily lacking a sibling looking over her shoulder. She would feel better when he was back again, but she would never keep him. He had every right to wander off and explore without her slowing him down. He liked to meet new people, lots and lots of new people. She enjoyed the company of others too, but there was also something really quite wonderful in spending time in the quiet as well.
Pausing, the flutter mare glanced up at the patch of clear sky through the gap in the trees. The sun was almost set now, twilight stretched silver fingers across the heavens and just the first few stars were beginning to peek through the growing curtain of night. Not a cloud in sight, the air was soft and still and full of flowers. It was a beautiful evening, one that she might have liked to share, but the quiet, slow shift of night to day was nice too. Conversation would only have broken the pretty silence, and the silence was pleasant as any words could be.
That quiet meant something was wrong simply never occurred to her. There weren't too many forests where she'd come from, the lack of birdsong just didn't seem something to be alarmed by.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 7:33 pm
Oh how sweet and innocent and young people could be. To anyone else, seeing a mare in the woods smelling flowers would be an endearing sight. She seemed quite content and happy with herself as she moved about smelling all the different types of flowers. She was completely unaware of the danger that lurked just a feet feet away.
Two purewalkers had woken up not long ago. Their eyes gleamed in the light of the fading sun as the assessed the situation from the shadows. Finding the mare was only too easy. She smelled lovely, and her delicate wings made the ever so slight sound of dusty paper rubbing together. It was like an invitation to all around that there was easy food to be had.
Rishy crouched low behind some underbrush. Her fur blended perfectly with the shadows. Next to her was her mate, a large purewalker with light fur and gleaming teeth. Rishy’s tail twitched back and forth as she watched the mare. She was thinking...thinking about how to have the most fun with this. The mare was obviously innocent to many things, so perhaps she would be innocent to the danger of purewalkers. Well it would be no fun to just run in there and kill the thing, thats poor sportsmanship, so she formulated a sinister plan and then leaned over to whisper it in her mates ear.
“Circle around, be ready to catch her when she tries to make her escape, until then stay hidden.” Rishy then stood up and shook herself off, letting all her fur lay flat and sleek. She made sure that her claws were pulled in and then walked right into the clearing. She cleared her throat and in an almost surprised voice spoke to the mare. “oh my, why hello there, im sorry, I did not realize that someone else had already claimed this spot for tonight.”
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 7:59 pm
Ghostpaw rumbled at his mate's request. Normally he would never take orders from her, or any other mare, but he had an inkling of her plan and liked the way she thought. He moved into the underbrush, his transparency helping him to hide as he moved to a position on the other side of the mare. Already his mouth watered with the thought of fresh meat.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2013 6:54 pm
If she were more musically inclined the young flutter mare would certainly have found a soft, sweet melody to sing, but the words, as always, would not come. Instead she lent her voice to a soft hum, a barely audible expression of her joy in this beautiful evening. There was no need to be loud, the softness of the quiet was precious and sweet. Almost as sweet as the blooms were. Each was a tiny bit different, though many were clearly the same sort of flower. Unique. They were unique, even though they shared many traits with one another. The shape of the leaves, the colors of their petals... but they were still unique and it was so wonderful... it would be a real cruelty not to be willing to share.
“Oh my, hello,” Volshy returned the stranger's greeting, straightening politely to face the newcomer. She had... had never... never seen a mare like... like this. Paws? How could a mare have paws? The fur was a bit strange too, but only because it was not that cold here. Ah, but Volshy was from a colder climate. If this exotic stranger was from a warm place, then couldn't this weather seem cold? It was late evening after all, night time was always a bit cooler than the day. The moon just couldn't spread warmth the way the sun could, though it was beautiful all the same.
“It would be incredibly callous of me to turn you away from a clearing I have no claim to beyond my arrival preceding your own,” she said, quite in command of her proper manners. Mother and father, they had taught their children well indeed. “Please, you are more than welcome to join me. I am not adverse to company in the least, I assure you.” Volshy smiled then, determined not to become shy of a stranger just because of a strange appearance. For all she knew, paws were normal things among those who lived here. Or, if not among those inhabitants of these woods, in this land, perhaps wherever this stranger with the dark fur and the, curiously colorful, claws had come from they were the norm. It would be cruel to call unkind attention to such a thing, whether common or abnormality. Especially if it were an unusual thing. Imagine how hard it must be to be viewed as different, and thus unpleasant, simply for being born a way that others had not been? Volshy knew she would certainly have been crushed.
But, again, perhaps this was normal. There had been plenty of paw prints in the earth, and while most of them were smaller than the paws on this stranger, perhaps they were simply due to a change in sizes. After all, that was quite a common thing were Volshy was from. Perhaps others were just as terribly curious and wonderfully fascinated by the tiny hoof prints she must have surely left behind now and again... oh!
“Sorry, how rude of me. My name is... ah... well it's difficult to pronounce. Most simply call me Volshy, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
Ah the bliss of ignorance.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2013 7:28 pm
Rishy took a look around the clearing as if she was admiring the flowers, but really she was looking for the best striking advantage point and any trouble areas if the mare decided to flee. "this is not yours? but it is such a lovely place." she took a few steps closer to the mare and took a big whiff. "it smells a lot like you do, kind of sweet, and enticing. thats how i found this place, i could smell it, but i guess i was really smelling you the whole time." her tail twitched and she fought back the saliva that was building up at the mares delicious smell. hopefully Ghostpaw was in place because she was not going to be able to hold back from attacking this mare for much longer.
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