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 Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2013 8:50 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 10:47 am
Daevyn had always been a loner, in fact, he very much preferred to be the loner. As a hermit he had always been left to his own devices and he had been content. The world had been quiet, no one had irritated him, and the resident creatures that lived in his swamp had come to a mutual understanding with him. In fairness, upon his arrival they had all been sceptical, but the moment he had placed his plans into fruition they had begun to appreciate what he had to offer. Whatever Daevyn was and whatever plans he had developed were of no concern to the animals, they simply appreciated that the larger predators had grown to avoid the swamps... and it all had something to do with monsters, spirits and a decidedly malevolence presence.
None of this was true of course, but Daevyn had catered to this belief, and as the rumours had spread both he and the creatures who had crafted this swamp into a haunted and unappealing location, had lived in peace and harmony. Or rather they had lived in peace and harmony until an old face had crashed back into his life and holed herself up in his home. She had been heavily pregnant at the time, a complete wreck, and had been unceremoniously abandoned by her then mate. It had been very much a case of bedding the naive mare and then leaving her - stallions nowadays had no sense of honour and responsibility.
Alas, while Daevyn might have been gruff, and while he may have been partial to the quieter aspects of life, he was not without compassion... even for females. He had eventually recalled who the flutter was, a brief visit to his home many years before, and when she had declared she had nowhere else to go, he had permitted her to stay. Unfortunately the raptor had not anticipated that she would then grow to call it home and it had come at a great surprise to the stallion to discover that she fully intended to raise her children in his swamp.
...Yes, in his swamp, in the mud and grime that she had been so repulsed by.
Unable to find the words to express his discontent at this situation he had said nothing, assuming that the moment one of her children became unwell through the slightest ailment, that she would promptly pack up and leave. Sadly this had not came to pass, she had given birth to two daughters, and she had taken to his swamp like a duck to water. Much to his chagrin so had her daughters and the only way he had managed to get the accursed flutters out from under his feet was to deposit them on high branches - they hadn't learnt to fly yet, he could be thankful for small favours.
However there was one thing that the stallion hadn't accounted for, and that was that he would begin to grow fond of this trio of mares that had now landed on his doorstep. The children weren't his, they would never be his, and the mare drove him positively batty, but he was beginning to notice that if he didn't hear them chattering incessantly then he would begin to worry. Yes, the great hermit could almost be accused of becoming a family man - gods forfend!
Nevertheless the stallion had managed to detach himself long enough from the trio to find peace and quiet elsewhere, closer to the border of his home than he was normally accustomed to. Thus, this was where the stallion could be found on this hot afternoon, cake from head to toe in now dried and cracking swamp grime. He had no intention of moving anywhere fast this afternoon, if anything he aimed to be as quiet as possible... They'd never find him if he was quiet.
At least he learnt that much.
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 12:01 pm
Pinkie had spent the past few weeks wandering around and exploring outside of his father's home. He had meant to do this as a foal, but was so focused on learning his princely duties that he pretty much forgot about it. His father was always putting it in his head that he had to act like a prince and make sure nothing on him got dirty. He would spend hours cleaning his already clean body so now that he was an adult it pretty much was ingrained in his whole persona. The only downfall was he didn't have friends other then his family and that wasn't enough for him.
Snorting the aggravation from his mind, he wandered onward glancing at the dewy grass and the pleasant scent of rain. He loved the rain and hated it at the same time. It ruined his hair and got him all wet. He didn't like being caught in it, but he didn't mind the smell after a good long rain storm. Thankfully he missed one already or maybe it was a light rainfall that he missed, either way he was happy.
He paused noticing that he was stumbling upon what appeared to be a swamp. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck beginning to stand up at the sight of the dirt and the grime. Him and his absentmindedness. He couldn't believe he nearly walked into something so filthy...something that just made him want to throw up.
He scanned the area for a way around or even a way across would be fine as long it was a clean path. There was nothing. He felt a little panicked, but calmed himself down when he noticed something on the side. A lump of sorts? Was it a rock or something living? He didn't know, but he also didn't want to feel like a crazy person trying to talk to something inanimate. "Hello?" He called out to whatever it was. Even if it didn't respond back he wouldn't feel as crazy.
Then he felt his front right hoof beginning to sink causing him to look down only to see it completely swallowed up in the grime of the swamp. It was nearly knee high and he didn't understand how he didn't feel something like that. Without much thought, he panicked and began running around in circles like some maniac. "IT'S ON MY FOOT!" He shouted trying to find some way to get it off, but nothing was working. He even tried rubbing it off on some grass. Nothing and there was no one around to help.
One known fact about Pinkie was... he may act like the perfect gentleman, but once dirt got on him, he turned into a flailing idiot.
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Posted: Tue Aug 06, 2013 4:32 am
Had he said 'quiet'? He meant positively chaotic then, because the stallion was becoming all too aware of the fact that since Illumise had dropped back into his life, it had never been quiet. If it wasn't her and the children chattering incessantly, it just had to be a passer-by that interrupted his quiet reverie and sunbathing. Worse still was the fact that this particular individual had done it in such a dramatic fashion that Daevyn couldn't even ignore it, the shrieking was positively soul shattering. Well, he'd have been lying if he said he knew that a male soquili could make that noise...he had to wonder if the unfortunate fellow had been castrated.
...Ah, but they didn't practice that, did they?
Instead, the stallion remained quiet for a considerable amount of time, watching as the kalona ran back and forth in such a peculiar fashion. At first the raptor hadn't been entirely certain of what was 'on' his foot, but after repeated observation it eventually dawned on him. Evidently the pink stallion was referring to the rather sticky swamp mud, and just like Illumise, he had a bit of an aversion to it. The raptor did have to wonder why creatures who loathed mud deemed it so necessary to walk through a swamp if that was the case!
"Stop running," Daevyn instructed, his voice like gravel as he cut through Pinkie's distressed yells. "The more you struggle, the worse it becomes," he stated and shook his head. "Stand in the sun and let it dry..."
"You can brush it off then."
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 7:22 pm
 He didn’t know how he was going to make it. The stallion was just a mesh of dirt and grime. He couldn’t do anything to get it off and now this other stallion was telling him to let it dry so he can brush it off! He let out a long sigh looking at his hooves and if his father saw him now he would be mortified. Cleanliness was something the family always stood by and they always made sure they kept up their looks for appearances sake. “How could you be fine with this?” He asked the other lashing his tail around behind him for a moment trying so hard to calm down. He didn’t want to be a whiner or a complainer, but damn was he freaking out internally. “I haven’t met anyone who is okay with being dirty. Then again I have lived a pretty sheltered life.” He said speaking the truth. He stuck around his father a lot whom was pretty stuck up and all about good looks. His mother on the other hand was a whole another story. She was a rough and tumble kind of mare, but neither of the brothers possessed her qualities.
With much effort the stallion, trudged his way over to a sunny spot and stood there hoping it didn’t take long for it to dry. It even smelled bad. “So I’m guessing you live around here?” He asked trying to keep his mind off himself at the moment. He couldn’t think of the mud. No not again or he was going to end up having another panic attack. The last time something like this happened he freaked out so badly he dove into a lake and because he wasn’t thinking, he nearly drowned. His mother had to save him and even though he was clean, he was mortified from it. She didn’t see what the big deal was having mud on you, but he saw everything wrong with it. He was a little bit of a diva.
“My name is Prince Pinkie..if you care to know.” He said wondering if the stallion even wanted to know his name. He usually didn’t go telling others his name, but he was looking for a little change of pace. Besides, he was finally away from his family exploring on his own accord. He didn’t mind it so much.
“In case you were wondering I’m not one of those violent kalona, but I’m sure you already figured that out. Others I have met are afraid of me and I never understand why.” He never thought he was too threatening. I mean he was pink, the most girly color and one that just screamed, ‘I will not eat you.’ Then again he could always be using that to his advantage, but he didn’t think like that. He was completely harmless to the point where he didn’t even eat meat. He ate berries and plants.
He definitely was strange for a kalona.
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