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 Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 11:42 am
 The hippogryph mare shook a clawed foot, trying to get the mud from off it and from between her claws, and then resorted to scraping the foot on the grass nearby where she was digging. She'd decided to make at least a start on her fish pond, though she had little idea of how to fill it with water once she'd dug a suitable sized hole, and even less on how to safely transport some fish to it.
She had chosen a spot out of the way, and hopefully fairly hidden; she wanted neither anyone from the Flock with a taste for fish, nor birds to find and get the fish whenever she managed to solve her pond problems, and she wanted it to be shady so she'd picked a spot by the tree so that the sun didn't evaporate the water too quickly.
Goldfish really had no idea if her idea would even come to fruition, but she'd sooner fail from trying, rather than fail from not even bothering to try at all. So after a little break and a stretch, she went back to the start of the hole she'd made and started scraping and digging at the earth once more.
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Posted: Sun Aug 04, 2013 1:52 pm
Having been granted some free time away from the other stallions, both to exercise as well as perhaps search for some new plants and foliage to decorate, the stallion had no particular place to go. He went where his legs brought him, completely content, and pondering the composition of a new song. Some of the ladies enjoyed the gentler aspects of his profession, and Weuweu did like to be ever so prepared.
Unfortunately, his attention was distracted. Picking his way through a shaded bit of foliage, a most peculiar sound was heard. It was rhythmic, but not at all like that of a drum or shaker; in fact, it sounded like someone scratching. Curious as to whom it might be -- he assumed it another harpy, for they were still well within the borders -- the vibrant coated stallion picked his way delicately towards the source. It didn't take him long to find a gold and red plumed mare getting all sorts of dirty while she dug some sort of hole.
"Might the good mistress be in need an extra claw?" He queried subserviantly, dipping his head towards the mare. He knew his place, and did not mind offering reverence to those who earned it. He had been born male, which kept his rank limited. Weuweu Laka did not mind, did not question, did not care. He was happy, content to be among his kin, and he was as faithful to the Flock as the stars were to the night sky.
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 1:13 pm
Goldfish hadn't heard the stallions approach; she'd been engrossed in trying to dig the hole in an even fashion, and when he spoke she was shaking out her claws again, loosing clumps of mud out from under them, flexing the digits as the dirt felt weird where it was compacted under the claws.
Technically she knew that in the whole Flock hierarchy she was above this male..but right at that moment she felt lumpen and ungainly and she knew that she was in a muddy mess at the moment. There were some fine specimens of stallion around but this one was pretty breathtaking.
'Uh..' she said, mumbling a little but she managed a smile anyway, as she really wasn't the type to stay down for long.
'Well..I mean, that would be cool and helpful but..' she raked him over with her eyes again, enjoying the view some more.
'It's, well it's dirty work and you will get muddy.'
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Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 9:00 am
Weuweu looked down at the mare, not at all bothered or put off by her disheveled appearance. The females within the flock were a mix of artists and warriors. They were not meant to be made for delicate use or handling, and were certainly not raised to be afraid of a little grime. While the stallion did not look forward to tearing his feathers, or finding grime beneath his beautiful claws, he was not so self-absorbed as to know the times and places in which to preen.
"You say this as if I've never been unkempt before," he'd coo, giving his long, luxurious tail feathers a little shake. Good humor and amusement danced in his gaze, and he dipped his head in a bit of a bow. "Besides, I know of a clean pool in which we might rid ourselves of the days grit afterwards." He could pamper and preen the golden lady with ever gentle ministrations later, should she wish such a thing.
For now. . . it seemed as if he might be called on for another task.
"Whatever might you like me to do, hmmm?" He queried respectfully, giving a long, stretch so as to loosen his muscles, and prepare them for . . . actual strenuous work. "Your wish is my command."
Leave it to Weuweu to turn any situation or scenario of one to his advantage. Though, given how he looked through the world with rose colored glasses, it was not, perhaps, all that surprising. There was always something, or someone, to be admired and fawned over. It was both his job, and his greatest joy.
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 11:22 am
'Right now, you look as if you've never been unkempt, or even had a feather out of place in your life.' Goldfish said, grinning at the colourful and bejewelled stallion.
'But if you're willing to get all mucky than I really would appreciate the helping claw..and hoof.' she said, moving so that there would be space for him to dig as well.
'Oh it is?' she raised a brow, and then fell silent, thoughtful..going to an interesting place in her mind. She gave herself a little shake and coughed a little.
'Well..for now, I'm trying to - well, I'm trying to build a pond. Which I'm sure sounds like a strange thing, but I have always had a fascination with fish and I wanted to see if I could build my own thriving environment for the little finned fellows.' she explained.
'Obviously first a hole needs to be dug. A pretty deep, long and wide one at that.'
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2014 4:32 pm
Weu flicked his tail feathers, though his smile never left. A small part of the stallion wished to heartily object – as pretty a hippo’gryph as he liked to be, she was sadly mistaken if she thought him never unkempt. Some of his most favorite games required the players to wind up more than a little mussed, though perhaps, that was not polite conversation. No, Weuweu did take pride in his appearance, very much so, but he was not simply some fragile adornment. He had strength for all that he had beauty, and he intended to show the mare exactly what sort of stallion she was dealing with! “I assure you, looks can be deceiving,” he all but cooed, giving her a broad, self-assured smile. “I am not afraid of getting dirty, and if I must suffer for such a cause, I would much prefer to suffer for yours.” Ok, so he couldn’t ever not flirt. . . but this was his job, after all. He was raised under the knowledge that he was meant entirely for the ladies pleasure, in however they wished to seek it. If Goldfish wished him to dig a pond with her, then so be it. He certainly had the time, and could think of worse, or more dull, places to be.
“A pond would be a most magnificent thing,” never mind how she planned on getting the water and fish to it. Still, he did not doubt the mare’s cleverness. She must have thought of those operational issues through, especially to dig as far as she had. Without hesating, the colourful stallion hopped down to where Goldfish was settled, and began to help dig in the mud. He was not averse to it, and he might show off a bit more closely. He was brave, he was strong, and while he had no hooves, his claws were sharp and good for scooping. “And what might be the good lady’s choice of fish to see within this pond?” A bit of small talk would help the work go by more quickly, and Weuweu wanted to know this mare’s dreams. . .starting with her pond.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 12:00 pm
Goldfish coloured, her cheeks turning a sort of orangey hue as the blood rose under her citrusy hued pelt. She gave the stallion another grin, and gave a half-shrug.
'If you say so.' she said, chuckling.
'I'll definately take you up on your offer of help, but don't say I didn't warn you about the getting mucky.'
And she flicked a tiny bit of mud at him, poking the tip of her tongue out at the stallion with a giggle.
She moved over to make room as she saw he was heading into the hole that she had thus far carved out, and she spoke as she dug down, mentally working out how deep it would need to be.
'I haven't really thought beyond freshwater fish, I've been more focused on getting the pond dug and watertight. I didn't want to start imagining too far in case I can't overcome stopping the water from soaking back into the earth.'
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