Marek snorted making his way through the forest away from the latest village he and his " mama" had visited. Another snort followed by a low chuckle escaped the stallion. Visited yeah right, he and mama liked to go steal things from the two leggers. Not that they had much use for any of it beside food, but it was something they had bonded over so they did it every once in a while. Trying to see who could take the most with out getting caught. " Mama" focused mainly on jewelry and things related to flowers. Marek himself prefered daggers and flowers as well but that love had come from " mama" Smirking the stallion thought of the daggers he had got today. While a few were plan normal one he had managed to finally get one he had his eye on for some time. A wooden handled dagger with roses carved into it. His favorite flower, and the blade its self was pretty awesome as well all curved and zig zagged. For bloodletting he figured. Turning his head he peered at the daggers which were stuck into the wood of his tail almost like deadly accesssories.
Whiskey had taken to wandering through the forests lately. Ever since her 'love' - ha she could nearly spit at that word - left her broken and miserable, she felt that she had nothing to do with her life. She had half-heartedly searched for her sister who could perhaps offer her some kind of comfort, but to no avail. She was ultimately alone. The decision her and her twin had made to split up and see if they could find lives on their own had been a horrific mistake. Her naivety had led her to be swept away by a seemingly adoring stallion - who of course turned out to have a heart as black as her shawl. She was tired of males and their lies. She was bitter. Frowning to herself, she continued her daily roaming, half-hoping she'd meet someone like her and half-hoping she'd be left alone forever. She didn't know how to feel lately. It was killing her.
The stallion wagged his tail. Then laughed at the thought. Tail. He was sure as hell what he had was not a tail growing from his rear end. It was a tree branch and grew and acted as such. The only time he was really even away of it was when he tried to move it or when one of the daggers pierced it to deeply. Amusement at his own.. tree branch soon fled. He hated times like this. While he wasn't a man whore like his father who seemingly need to be around others all the time in case he felt like getting it on. Marek felt a need like that .. well sorta he constantly had the need to be around others to be he didn't know surrounded by something he could interact with and would interact back. Eh he could deal with it. It was all good as long as he didn't end up completely like his father. Shaking the thoughts from he his head he decided to find some one to talk to. The motion of shaking his head had gotten his hair over his eyes but he didn't care much he like his father only had limited eyesight but he had gotten every use to it so he contiuned on his way, bumbling through bushes and stomping on anything that got in his way.
Whiskey continued her morose walk through the foliage, humming sadly to herself as she went. Her moods lately bounced around from horribly angry to horribly depressed. The empty spot she felt where her sister used to be ached. Suddenly, she stopped. What was that noise? Her ears perked as she heard the rustling of bushes and tree limbs. Much too loud to be a small animal. Whiskey froze up. Although she was a bit larger than most mares she had come across, she had no way to really defend herself besides stomping with her hooves. And by the sounds coming from the trees, whatever was coming her way was too big for her hooves to do any damage. Worriedly, she backed up a few steps, leaning against a large tree. She could flee. But a part of her wanted to see what it was coming this way. That part won out as she backed up a bit more, placing her body so that she was mostly behind the tree, but could see. In this position, it would be easier for her to flee if the creature was a threat.
Marek laughed watching small woodland critters run in fear from his stomping. He knew he had to look insane at this moment, hair in his face his wooden tail now wagging like an excited dog's his wings flapping a random beat he could only hear in his head along that coupled with the fact that he was tall taller than most regular soquili infact he could fit most normal females under his belly and chest and still have room to spare. Probably made his look over sized and intimating. But that shouldn't really matter out here in the middle of the forest where no one was around. His hoof stomping down Marek froze as a delicate scent hit his nose. Shaking the hair from his eyes he peered down lifting his hoof slowly." Oh no!" Dropping down to the ground Marek's tail slide to one sid as he lowered his head the rest of the way to nuzzle and push at the flower he had just stepped on. " Come on come on your okay. Mama will kill me if she finds out I stepped on you"
Whiskey froze at the sight of the large, dark stallion. His hair was unruly, and he had what looked like - tree branches? - coming out of his head and a tree branch-like tail as well. Were those... daggers stuck out of his tail?? He didn't look like someone Whiskey wanted to mess with. She started to inch backwards, preparing to flee, when his voice cut through the forest. She froze and glanced back at him, only to see that the imposing-looking stallion had dropped to the ground to tend to a flower. That was... unusual. Whiskey narrowed her eyes, examining the scene. She then noticed the stallion had a large purple rose on his neck, much like her roses in her mane and tail. Perhaps he was a nature-loving soquili? Though, he didn't seem to mind the various bushes he had stomped on, just the flower. She hummed to herself worriedly. Why should she even care? This was a male after all... and he looked scary. But he seemed so distressed over the ruin of a delicate flower. She was so going to regret this decision. She inched forward, moving so that her top half was visible. "Um, hello are-are you okay?" she winced at the stutter. God was she weak or what.
Marek's head popped up at the soft sound of a voice. " Hello? I'm fine, who's out there." Eyes searching Marek tried to determine where the voice was coming from. It sounded like a femal but with his family he had learned not to judge something before you got to see it and know it. Pushing himself onto his knees Marek peeked over some bushes trying to spot who ever had spoken. Maybe this was one of the mythical creatures his half sister and her mate claimed to hunt. Frowning slightly he tried to remeber the different creatures he had learned about from his sissy. A fairy or an elf? What of those things talked. Snorting he shook the thoughts from his head. He had been raised to be think wicked so his mind quickly pushed those soft things from the fore front and instead started to image much worse things. Now those he wouldn't mind meeting. He could kick its a**. Mama was like a knight well as close as horse could be she would be impressed.
Whiskey blinked. Could he not see her? She must've been too covered by the tree. Humming nervously to herself, she gradually moved out of the cover of the trees. She had no idea why she was doing this. He seemed to be fine. He even said as much. "Um, me. I'm here," she called. She was so awkward with males, even after dealing with her past 'love'. She knew she had to get over that eventually, or else every male would think they'd be able to take advantage of her. She glanced at the stallion and couldn't help but stare at the rose on his neck. She and her sister both loved roses. Maybe that's why she felt okay with approaching this stallion.
Marek let his ears flick to the direction of the voice before he turned his head and squinted to better see the figure who had spoken. Damn not a mythological creature. But possibly a new friend from what he could make out it was definately a female soquili. Raising slowly to his feet he tried his best not to look to scary as he smiled. " Hello there, I'm marek its noce to meet you" Marek's smiled turned abit goofy as he relaxed. His mama had always taught him to be respectful and nice to females. So for the most part he relaxed around them feeling secure with himself and as if though he had no need to protect himself from them. And for the most part even if a mare did attack at him he was more than big enough to easily stop most of them into submission.
Whiskey smiled. Well that was an unexpected friendly introduction. A little voice in the back of her head told her it could be a trap, just like last time. The friendly smiles always twisted into cruel smirks in the end. She pushed the thoughts away. "Hello, M-Marek," Oh gosh that horrid stutter! Males always made her nervous even before the love incident. "I'm Whiskey. It's nice to meet you as well," she thought of anything else to say to make a good impression. "U-uh I like your rose," Oh god what? Could she sound like any more of an idiot? Whiskey winced.
Marek smiled proudly and turned slightly posing to show off his rose. " My mama bred them. I had gottn some flowers from my birth mother theyir more.. dark blueish but I didn't really want that color so my mama bred them with other roses of different colors till she got this on." Marek loved nothing more then to talk about his mama she was one of the few people he had really connect to as a child. Sure she wasn't blood but she cared for him when he was lucky to get his dad to remember his name at times. He knew it some times mad him sound still very childish but he didn't care it made him happy so he was gonna do it. When he found the right ones to be his loves they'd be okay with it
Whiskey smiled as Marek showed off. "Your mama sounds talented. My sister and I love roses," She swung her tail to the side and bent her head to show him her own roses. "I have purple and blue ones, but my sister has red and white ones," It felt nice to talk about flowers. Hell, it felt nice to talk to anyone at all about anything really. She had been so lonely lately. She was glad she had at least found someone interesting and non-threatening to talk to - even if it was a male.
" Very lovely. Mama's mom is the angeni of roses or something. I don't really know I haven't met any of her family. They don't really approve of mama being around Me and Maral." Marek shrugged lightly. " She's always had a special love of flowers roses especially and knows alot about them." Marek took a slight step forward to try and get a better view of the mare's flowers. While he could get a vague sense of what they looked like being as far away as he was and with roses being so small he couldn't really make out anything but the color.
Whiskey smiled at the stallion's compliment, before frowning as he mentioned his grandmother's family not approving of him. She saw him take a step forward and took a few cautious steps forward as well. "M-my sister is the only family I have. We don't know too much about flowers. We just appreciate their beauty," she grinned a bit, recalling her and her twin's adventures hunting down flowers and just enjoying nature. "Who is Maral?" she asked.
" Huh? He' s the man whore other's wise known as my father. Mama isn't my birth mother she's Maral's next mare." Marek snarled lightly at that thought, while he loved his mama and was glad that she was around he wished she wouldn't breed with his father. His dad was a jerk, hell he was a lot worse than that. But its not like he had any say in that matter even if he did he wouldn't disrespect his mama by bringing it up like that. Mama had made her choice and he would do the best to support her in it.
Whiskey's eyes widened at that. "O-oh." She didn't know what to say to that really. "That doesn't sound too... pleasant?" she wasn't sure if she should say that she thought the majority of stallions were unpleasant and man-whorish. That he was the first decent one she had met since that a*****e had treated her like dirt and then crushed what little of her heart was left beating. She frowned. "Why would your mama want to be with a... 'man-whore'?"
" Mama and Maral have been friends since mama was a filly. I'm not really sure why beyond that. Its mama's choice and I won't disrespect her by asking." Marek smiled sheepishly as he lowered his heads abit. " My dad.. he isn't plesant he's a donkey's back end. But mama has taken care of me since I was born. She paid attention to me when no one else in the harem would."
Whiskey frowned at that, taking a few more steps closer. "It's horrible that he treats you so. But I'm glad that your mama takes care of you. No one deserves to be treated badly or ignored," she had a brief flashback of the stallion of her past kicking her to the ground with his heavy hooves and snarling in her face. She winced and shook her head. "No one deserves that at all," she muttered.
" No they don't, and dad doesn't mean to do it . But its just the way he is and he's been that way for along time. Now I've started making my friends I don't mind so much, He shows he cares in his own weird ways." Now that the mare was closwer he could compeletely make her out, While he found most mares to be lovely. This one was more so, with her coloring and the accent of the roses she wore it just fasinated him. " Your very lovely" ... Wait ..had he said that out loud? Crap! Blushing lightly Marek lowered his head hiding behind his hair~
Whiskey nodded as he explained his father's ways. She loved how stallions always managed to make the excuse that they were just like that, that they couldn't control it. It was not something she believed. Her annoyed thoughts screeched to a halt as Marek called her lovely. She felt her face heating up. Lovely? Her? "Oh t-t-thank you," That darn stutter. "You're handsome," Her eyes widened as those words came slipping from her mouth. Oh gosh. She mirrored Marek's actions and turned away a bit, shielding her burning face from view. This was too embarrassing.
" Many mares come through my dad's harem but not of them have been as lovely as you." Gah okay not only had he said the first thing out loud which was bad enough, he had to go off and mention all the mares his dad had seen. Not really nice to compare a mare to a bunch of nameless basically faceless mares your father had around. Turning Marek wacked his head into tree. Stupid. stupid .stupid.
Whiskey continued to blush at the praise, finding the stallion's attempts at flattery adorable and humorous. She started when he started to whack his head into the tree beside him. "O-oh! Stop that please - you'll hurt yourself!" she exclaimed, quickly trotting to his side to examine his head.
" I don't really feel much of anything. Most of me is really tree like even though I don't really look like it. " Looking down at the mare he lowered his head anyways so that she would be able to insspect him. While he might not feel most wounds. It didn't really stop them from happening or bleeding for that matter. In most cases Marek simply didn't notice them.
"Still," she murmured, looking over his lowered head with a critical eye. "You could've hurt yourself," Thankfully, his head wasn't bleeding. From what she could see it was just a small abrasion. He really was tree-like. If she had done that she probably would've cracked her skull in half. She suddenly realized how close she was to him and stepped back a step or two in embarrassment, her face heating up. "I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to get s-so close," she exclaimed.
" Its alright you smell nice too." Okay his dad had taught him to be suave hoping Marek would carry on the harem. Yeah sure Marek had no plans what so ever to have anything like a harem but he had paid attention to the lessons so he could make friends with mares more easily but aparenlty none of those lessons we're working out right now. Mainly because he couldn't seem to recall any of them.
"O-Oh thank you," her face just seemed to get hotter and hotter. This was so odd. Usually the stallions she'd come across would put on all the moves and lines she had heard ten times over and it would not affect her. But this wonderfully awkward stallion was making her blush like crazy. "I-It's probably the roses that smell good," she chuckled.
Marek stepped closer lowering his head so his nose was right above her skin and the roses. " No its more than the roses. Their the main scent. But there are scents under that. Sweet glass, well soquili. gentle flowers." Oh good spirits he was really messing theis up wasn't he? I mean while mama said being to suave could be bad but she had also said that being to ackward could be bad as well and he sure felt ackward at this moment.
Whiskey's eyes widened as he got even closer to her. Oh gosh. Oh gosh. He was smelling her. She giggled nervously "I-I'm glad I smell g-good!" Wow she was just not doing well in the socializing department today. With him so close, she couldn't help but take a whiff of his scent as well. It was a pleasant musky scent that reminded Whiskey of the forest, with the underlying smell of sweet roses. "You smell wonderful," she breathed. oh. gosh. If she wasn't worried about her health she would've copied Marek and banged her head against the nearest tree. "I-I'm sorry," she apologized. "I'm usually b-better at-at talking. I'm not sure what's wrong with me right now," she blushed, hiding her face.
That brought anotheer goofy smile to Marek's face. " Don't worry about ti I seem t obe in the same position. I really don't know what's wrong with me its been dripped into me that I should be suave. Cultured, mannered but i can't seem to remember any of those lessons right now." Taking a step back back Marek tossed his head back to get the hair from his eyes. Frowning lightly he turned to a tree and started to rub his antlers aganist the bark. Trying to scratch an itch.
Whiskey peeked from beneath her hair. "I'm glad you're not like that," she said. "I'm... sick of stallions like that," she frowned. "Y-you're the first stallion I've met in a long while that... I like," she smiled.
" Really? I don't tend to get along with many other stallions. I'm like my dad in the sense he has an easy time with mares. But at the sam time its because of him I can't really get along with many other stallions. To many of them remind me of him in ways, and it makes me angry I guess. Not that good with emotions to be specific enough." He shrugged again.
"Yeah, stallions are... not my favorite," she muttered. "I had a... b-bad experience." she frowned. "Like stallions remind you of your father, they remind me of... someone I really don't like,"
" Some one hurt you didn't they? Badly enough that your not willing to trust easily again?"
She frowned, her eyes glistening. He hit the nail on the head. "Yes... that's right"
" A stallion ... he never should have hurt you. Females are to be respected cared for. Your much stronger than us."
Whiskey blinked. No one had ever said something like that to her before. Females stronger? She knew of some that possessed sharp talons and captured stallions, but a regular harmless soquili like her? She may not believe it, but it was soothing to hear. "Thank you. Your words mean a lot," she smiled at him. "It was my f-fault really. I fell in love too quickly," she chuckled. "It was my mistake,"
Marek shook his head very stuck in his ideas about love . The speed didn't matter but love was always shared unless some one was tricked. " Love is equal no matter the number of partners. The only time its any one's fault is if some one is tricked but its not their fault its the person who tricked them's fault."
Whiskey mulled that idea over in her head. "Mmm I guess that's true. Still I wish I had seen his true self sooner," She sighed, shaking her head. "But what's done is done. I can't stay rooted in the past,"
Marek nodded. " Exactly. You can't blame yourself for not seeing beyon what was presented to you. Don't let the past hold you back from finding true love."
Whiskey tilted her head to the side, taking in his words. She smiled. "You're quite wise... I just hope that I can find someone who really loves me back this time,"
" I'm sure you will if you trust your heart. Your a very nice mare and your heart seems pure it will find what it wants"
She smiled her face heating up again. "Thank you. You're very kind"
Marek laughed blushing again. " I'm not sure about that but I do like to help when I can"
"No, you are," she laughed. "You're the kindest stallion I've met,"
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