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 Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 3:15 am
 The butterfly winglets behind the small mare's ears twitched slightly, her ears pricked forwards, eyes narrowed, a forehoof lifting up and slowly scraping at the mud. Poofy tail twitched as her bottom wiggled in anticipation, muscles tensing.
Go! Pixarella yelled inside her head, springing forwards, hooves pounding on the ground, sending dusty mud and browning grass blades flying into the air in her wake. She stretched to her full length as she galloped, each time her hooves hit earth, it was with a concentrated and concerted push that propelled her forwards.
She covered many yards, her breathing hard but steady in her ears, the multi coloured necklace bouncing against her chest. Finally she skidded to a halt, turning as she did so, grinning at the long mark her turn had made in the grass.
'I won!' she crowed, dancing on her rear hooves, looking up at the single white cloud that had been slowly travelling across the wide, blue sky. Yes. She had been racing a cloud.
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 11:59 am
Qing's eyes followed the solitary cloud hovering far overhead. He stood still, with the exception of his heavy breathing. Sweat trickled down his flanks as the wings on his rump futilely wafted in an attempt to cool him down.
It had been a heavy climb. Usdia weren't the best cliff-hoppers as a general rule, but his exceptionally small size, peculiar for one with imp blood, had only made it even more difficult. Still, he had persevered and made it to the top.
A dull ache panged in his legs, but it felt good. Endorphins rushed through his veins from the thrill of the physical labour. It was good. He felt alive and free. He could go where he wanted, do what he wanted. He was-
A happy sounding-shout caught his attention, breaking his reverie. Pricking his ears towards the noise, a cautious curiosity filled him. He snorted and gave himself a quick shake. Who was that? He reared up onto his hind legs, giving himself a better view. There - was that a purple Usdia? Pressing a single ear backwards, he pondered for a minute.
Well, what did he have to lose? He might as well go and say hello.
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 4:14 am
Pixarella's poufy tail waggled as she continued to celebrate her victory, one of the coloured sticks that was usually jammed in the floofy appendage falling to the ground. She caught sight of it in the grass, and bending, snagged it with her mouth and as she stood upright again, noticed the reddish orange Usdia approaching.
How long had he been there? She mused to herself, feeling slightly embarrassed that he might have seen her celebrating her silly victory, then she wondered if he'd seen her running, in which case he was certainly to be full of admiration for her speed and skill. She decided to meet him halfway, and clipped jauntily over, the stick still tucked in her mouth.
'Hey there!' she said, slightly indistinctly as she spoke around the stick.
'You mind jamming this back in my tail with the others?' she asked, wiggling her tail at him and nodding.
'C'mooon,' she said, giving her cutest expression.
'Help a girl out!'
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 4:24 pm
The ambling gait he took towards the purple figure was relaxing. His breathing calmed, sweat evaporated off his flanks, and the pain in his muscles subsided until he could barely notice it. Soon he was back to looking presentable, trotting along with his little tail swinging from side to side jauntily.
It didn't take long for the little Quillin-Imp to approach the stranger. A mare, he realised, wearing an assortment of colourful gear. For a brief second, he hung back, unsure of how he should proceed. What if she wasn't interested in his company? But not a second after the thought passed through his head, she was calling him over, her words barely audible around the bright stick she held in her mouth.
Qing's normally slanted eyes widened in surprise as, without even a chance to introduce himself, the stranger was asking him to help her out. It was not that the stallion did not want to aid her, for that would have pleased him greatly, but the nature of the task was not the sort one would often ask of someone you just met. But Qing's gentlemanly instincts kicked in, as he politely dipped his head by way of greeting. "I-It would be an absolute honour to assist you, my lady?" His eyes briefly lifted from the ground to look at her inquisitively, unsure of what he should call her.
Taking a deep breath, he leaned in tentatively, one ear pressed halfway backwards with slight concern. He gingerly took the other end of the coloured stick into his mouth, taking every care to uphold a careful non-contact barrier between himself and the mare. He didn't have any aversion to physical contact, it was just that most people felt uncomfortable being this close to another, and he didn't want to make Pixarella feel awkward about the situation.
Once the stick was firmly in his mouth, he pulled away, averting his gaze in the polite manner possible as he approached her rump. He gave an almost-nervous flap of his wings, unsure of where he should place the stick, but did not let that slow him down. After all, he could not be caught hovering about near a female's behind! Taking lots of care not to tug at any hairs, he very gently pushed the stick into her tail-tuft close by another stick. He let go, watched it for a second to check that it would stay in place, and then moved away again.
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Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 1:53 am
Pixarella didn't really do proper, and so she felt no awkwardness at asking a perfect stranger for such help! She grinned broadly as he seemed to tentatively grab hold of the stick she was holding in her mouth, and for a moment an imp of mischief danced on her shoulder, urging her to bump her nose against his just to see what he would do! She didn't listen, only giving the stallion a cheeky wink as she let go of her end of the stick, turning to watch as he approached her derriere.
When the stick was in place once again, she gave her tail an experimental wiggle, and then shook her whole bottom, and then bounced on her rear hooves.
'Hey, good job! It's staying..' she said, giving a little dance on the spot.
'Well, thanks!' she turned on the spot and made as if she was just going to bounce off again, but paused and then looked at the stallion, her head tilted to one side as she gave him a thorough once over.
'You wanna race? C'mooon, say yes. Yes. Yesyesyesyes. Pleeeeeease.' she said, wheedling and widening her eyes.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2014 4:20 pm
Though at first the stallion had felt somewhat awkward, the mare's light-hearted attitude and the bizarreness of her half-dance half-wiggle made him break out into a huge grin. "Th-thanks." He stammered, trying not to let his self-consciousness show. Almost subconsciously, he dipped his head and averted his gaze, as though hiding a blush. But as she continued bouncing around, he let himself relax again, peeking up at her and giving his butt-wings a curious waggle. "I'm glad I could help," Still unsure of what to call her, he went by what he'd been brought up to say "My lady." It didn't really sound appropriate, given her beyond casual actions, but it was better than nothing!
And before he could say anything else, an entire string of words had shot out of her mouth, on a completely different topic. A race? He wasn't entirely sure he was good at races, he was pretty sure his sister had always managed to out-run him when he was little. But then her wide eyes seemed to plead him and he felt himself crumble away to their desire. The grin crept back onto his face against his will. "How could I say no to someone as adorable as yourself?" He pricked his ears forwards, his tail darting from side to side behind him.
Unexpectedly, he found himself really quite excited. It seemed the mare's bounciness was incredibly contagious. He jumped up and down a couple of times, trying to work on staying light on his hooves. You were supposed to do that, right? He let out a happy giggle. This should be entertaining!
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 6:52 am
'I'm glad you could as well! My sticks are part of my look, am just about naked without them.' the mare said, winking cheekily, noticing that he seemed an easy one to embarrass. Which was fun, as she wasn't - though that was probabl evident from about a second after meeting her.
'Lady?' Pixarella laughed heartily at that notion.
'I'm sooo beyond ladylike.' she said, waggling her poufy tail some more.
'Ladies certainly don't thrust their bottom at strange stallions, well, I don't think so...'
She was taken a bit aback when silver-tongued flattery was the next thing that came out of his mouth, causing her to re-evaluate her first impression of him.
'You couldn't and shouldn't.' came back the bold reply, and then she added;
'Oh, and I'm Pixarella, but you can call me Pixi.'
She watched as he attempted to warm up, and she did her own stretches, extending and flexing each little, but muscular leg in turn. She did a full body shake and then looked around for a good place to mark the end of the race.
'Let's see..from here..' and she took a step or two forwards and dragged a line in the earth.
'To that biiiig boulder in the distance.'
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2014 4:02 pm
Qing found himself grinning enthusiastically as he relaxed, daring to venture out from the usual confines of his shyness. "Well, I don't suppose I've ever met a lady quite like you, that's definitely true." The wisps around his ankles fluttered rapidly, from a combination of both nerves and excitement. Most people didn't stick around long enough to talk to him much. It was nice, very nice in fact. Even if as her boldness drew him in, it also set him on edge. He had no idea how to act around someone so... herself. So open and friendly. But he liked it.
"Pixi," he tested out her nickname, for it felt inherently wrong to use her full name to her face, "it's a pleasure to meet you." He gave a friendly waggle of his butt-wings, his whiskers twitching as he tried to somewhat contain his grin. Normally he'd drop his head in a polite mini-bow, but social normalities seemed out for this encounter. "My name's Qing."
He finished his warm up as she did hers. He wasn't really sure how you were supposed to know if you felt warm enough, or what particular stretches you were supposed to do. But he went with it anyway. Mostly, he attempted to discretely copy her because she definitely seemed well trained in this. He had the overwhelming sensation that he was definitely going to lose.
As she marked out a start and finish point, he made his way up to the line. He waggled his rump as he settled into a good starting position, trying to keep his knees bent so he could spring forwards. That, at least, seemed to come a bit more naturally to him. Maybe he hadn't lost as much as he thought he had. "Would you like to do the honours?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 11:59 am
"Yeah, I bet it is true. But really, calling me Lady sounds really peculiar, I've never been proper, or refined or any of that other stuff that they are meant to be. I'm all..bouncy, and outspoken and..and.. and me." Pixarella grinned, hooves scraping at the ground as her legs wanted to be running already.
The race was almost forgotten for a moment as the mare tilted her head, not sure she had hear his name right, and she stared at the warmly hued stallion before giving a slightly exagerrated bow to him.
"King! So you're like royalty?" she asked..yup, she had definately misheard his name, and should she be racing someone of his status?
"Are you sure you can race, is it like bad form or something if I beat you?" she asked, she'd almost said 'when I beat you', but that seemed far too presumptious a thing to say to a King!
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2015 11:48 am
Qing looked at her in surprise, before an awkward laugh escaped from him. He doubled over, trying to control the sudden shaking of his chest. He knew it wasn’t polite to laugh at others, and he desperately tried to control his unexpected mirth. His head bobbed from side to side desperately as he tried to shake it to signal a ‘no’, but his breath came in gasps still. ”Ah, n-n-no!” Finally he managed to stammer out the words, forcing himself to stifle the laughter. He couldn’t help the big grin that was still spread across his face, but at least he wasn’t being disrespectful anymore. His mother would have had his hide for that! ”I-I apologise, I didn’t mean to be rude. It’s just. No one’s ever said that to me before! I’m so sorry.” Another giggle threatened him, but he kept it down.
This time he looked Pixarella – Pixi, he corrected himself - in the eye as he gave a definite shake of his head. “I am but a humble Usdia, I fear. Please, you do not have to bow to me at all.” He paused and tilted his head, a rarely seen mischievous streak rising up within him. Normally he had to be so careful, looking after those around here. But now he felt relaxed and safe, and like he could be… himself. Whoever that was. “Well, unless of course you’d happen to lose, then I suppose you could bow down to the winner.” His grin widened to show that he was most definitely teasing.
“My name is Qing, kind of like ‘King’ but it starts with a ‘qwuh’ sound instead of a ‘kuh’. I guess the two really are close words, though I assure you I am most definitely not a king. Or a prince. Or anything of the sort!” He gave a happy bounce, eager to get started with the race.
His eyes scanned out to the big boulder Pixi had pointed out before. He hadn’t done much racing, certainly none since he’d been a foal. What were the chances he would ever actually win? Judging from her eagerness, Qing thought it was close to zero. But there was something about her challenge that made him want to prove himself wrong, or at least give it his best shot. It was quite a distance away. But he was used to walking long distances, surely running would be no different? He was fit and used to lots of exercise from his wandering ways. Not to mention he was quite small and lithe, that could only help him to run faster, right? He shook his head, trying to stop second-guessing himself. There was only one way to find out who would win, and that was to race!
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2015 4:25 am
Pixarella wondered what he was laughing about but when she realised that she'd obviously misheard his name and confused him for some sort of Soquili she laughed along with him, pleased that he seemed able to finally relax, and she smiled broadly at him.
"Okay, I definately won't do that again. Especially after our race." she said, teasing him back and then, wanting to see if he was still feeling any kind of awkwardness, she replied to his assertion that he was neither prince nor king.
"Oh I don't know. I think you're something." she said, giving him a sweet smile this time, and then a little wink. She bounced back to the line she had made that denoted the start of the race, her hooftips pressed up to it, her gaze fixing now on the finish post.
"Ready?" she asked, not looking at him now, as she was in the zone. Phail Ninja Eeep, sorry for the delay in replying x_x And I think we'll do a die roll to see who wins the race, think that'll be fun XD
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Phail Ninja rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 6:00 am
Qing could feel himself relaxing around the talkative mare. It just felt natural, like that was the right state to be around her. He just wanted to laugh and bounce around with her, even if that wasn’t quite the proper thing to do around most Soquili, it felt right… for her.
And then she dropped her next line. She thought he was something? Qing felt his heart flutter uncertainly within his chest, his muscles lurching as it seemed to literally skip a beat. Heat flushed to the surface under his skin, burning beneath his fur uncomfortably. “I-I…” He stammered the words nervously, feeling his tongue twist in knots and his throat close shut into a lump. But it was a good kind of excitement, like the rush before a race, like the exhilaration of a good laugh, like the anticipation of a new adventure, he realised. Though his stomach was doing flips deep within his belly, he found himself standing a bit taller, a shaky smile spreading across his features. She thought he was something? A shiver rose up his spine at the echo of the words. It made him feel like he should be something. Him. Plain old him. Not royalty. Not a gentleman. Not… anything. And yet here Pixi was, telling him he was something.
And then she winked and he felt his knees get weak. His heart slammed shut for a second, making him jump, before it burst back into action, racing away as though they had already started running. His breath came low and shaky, he felt so flustered in that moment. Never had a mare said such a thing to him! And certainly none had winked afterwards. But that was exactly what Pixi would do, he realised. That’s who she was. She was the kind of mare who wasn’t afraid to drop a line and then wink at him. And he… liked that. She was so full of live, full of joy. “W-well, you’re not so bad yourself.” The words just slipped out, almost effortlessly, despite his nervousness. And then he winked back, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
But now he had a race to win. He cleared his throat before stamping his hooves against the ground quickly, suddenly feeling extremely glad for his Quilin blood. The breed was well known for having a calming aura, and now he used it to its full effect, on himself. He forced himself to soothe away the shaking in his legs, slow down his pulse until it wasn’t rattling against his eardrums and calm his breathing until he was taking normal, deep breaths again. And that was it. He was focused. He was ready. He stared at the boulder in the distance like it was his enemy, wanting to get to it first. He gave a short, sharp nod. “Ready.”
CitrusCupcake OH MY GOD THEY'RE SO CUTE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. And a dice roll sounds good! I'll roll 1-10, then you can roll too, and whoever is higher wins? <3
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CitrusCupcake rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2016 3:07 am
She giggled to herself at the stammering, and she could almost hear his embarrassment spreading over him at her words. But she wasn't about to look, she didn't want to distracted any more as she was determined to win this race. It wasn't anything personal, she was being honest when she spoke to Qing, she did think he was a cutie and hadn't said it to be psychological and get in his head. She just had to win. She always had to win.
"Okay..so. Steady.." she kept her front light now, hunkering down a little on her haunches.
"Go!" she yelled, and sprang forward as the word rang out. Despite being a practiced runner, she also knew she had a disadvantage that she couldn't do anything about, her mane and tail were wind drags because of the poofyness, and so she always tried to run as horizontal as possible so that she waas as smooth a line as possible. Her hooves drummed on the ground as she ran, and her breathing fell into the usual rhythm.
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