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 Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2014 3:02 pm
  This is a private RP for ArashiX ( Teepee) and Uta ( Teepee). Please do not post without permission. <3
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2014 3:35 pm
Icicles were melting and the sun threw rainbow prisms on the ground where they were. Snow was receding. Birds arrived and began to sing. Sorra, frisky and full of life, danced to the music of his own tune, wonky and weird though it may have been. He was certainly an enthusiastic sort with a coat brighter than grass and a mane and tail tinged with bright fire.
But the colours of his pelt meant nothing to his personality.
His fings flared at the apex of his rear. If he could have heaved himself into the air like that, he would have. Crashing to the ground and loving the way the soft earth squished and squelched beneath his hooves, he made a beeline to a puddle...and mud.
The mud would wash off, after all!
He slipped his way in with a laugh at how he felt a newborn colt again, just emerged from his basket. Lowering his head, he blew ripples across the small muddy puddle and pranced, sending mud splashing up against him and all around. Spring was definitely a time for play.
And play Sorra would!
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 7:06 pm
The cold snows were melting, and the world was a mess of slush and mud. It wasn't, perhaps, the prettiest of environments, but the young mare was absolutely joyous at the sight of new growth. The sunlight felt good upon her back and shoulder fins, and the flames on her back hooves were bright with inner delight. She was a most peculiar breed, given she was a peculiar mix of fire and aquatic -- while she didn't need to be in the water, she certainly preferred to soak from time to time, even if the flames that danced upon her were temporarily extinguished. They always came back. Thankfully for Iara, the slush and puddles she was currently trotting in weren't strong enough to extinguish the fires that licked at her ankles.
So it was, the young mare happily picked her way through the slush covered world. She had no where to go, no place to be, and was living life the way she wished to live it! Her mother had always treated her different due to her disregard for her training. Oh, sure, she had learned how to be strong and independent, she knew how to use her hooves and speed and even her fire to her own advantage! But . . . She wasn't a hardened mare. She wasn't cold or tough or cruel - -she preferred beauty over destruction, life to death, pleasure to pain. She preferred freedom and jewelry, walking the beaches to collect treasures washed ashore during the night tides. . . not fighting, or training,or learning how to take a beating.
No, Iara was as tropical and sunny of heart as she appeared -- much to her mother's thorough disappointment. Iara knew she wasn't of her mother's ilk, knew that she didn't follow such a lifestyle, and the tension between filly and mare had been great. Thankfully, though she was young, she no longer needed to live such an amazonian lifestyle. . . . She was her own mare, and she intended to live life just to her taste!
For now, that involved playing in the slush and mud.
((Sorry for the short post! o.o Am getting dragged off unexpectedly.))
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2014 1:11 pm
The sun was warm and the mud was...decidedly chilly! Sorra snorted as some of the sodden dirt splashed up against the underside of his belly, but laughed and gave a hop. He landed and his legs split apart. With a gasp he scrambled and tried to pull them back together but only succeeded in crashing with a spray of cold mud and murky water.
Ohhh. Ouch.
He winced. Snorted. Laughed.
Slowly, he managed to gather his wayward hooves and heaved himself to stand once again. Or rather, to slip out of the mud and leap back to semi-firm ground. He gave himself a shake and looked around. Dark and a splash of green caught his attention. Sorra's ears perked.
"Hey there!"
With all the fearlessness of a young soquili, the crossbreed picked up his feet to trot in the direction of his unexpected companion, a bright and curious expression on his face! He was, of course, completely heedless of the mud splattered on his coat.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 8:34 pm
Iarra’s ears pricked and she jerked her head up when she heard someone call out. How she had missed the sight of him, the world might never know! The stallion that approached was not only covered in slush and mud, but beneath the grime had what appeared to be the most vibrant coat she’d ever seen! It wasn’t quite the same color green as her own markings, it was . . . brighter, more yellow than blue, but it certainly stood out among the slush covered plains. It reminded her of spring, of warmer days, of greener fields, and she couldn’t keep from smiling at him. This stranger, whoever he was, looked absoloutely ridiculous covered in mud – but who was she to judge? She was likely just as sloppy looking, and knew her coat suffered from the puddles and slush she’d currently roamed.
“Hey there, to you too!” She greeted with an amicable drawl, allowing her pale tail to give a little happy wag in excitement. It had been quite some time since she’d last had the pleasure of anothers company, and this one looked about her age – young without necessarily being stupid, but old enough to know a few things about the world! It was perfect! “Having fun in the slush, I see?” She laughed, eyes bright with pleasure and good humor. She gave a little nod to his muddy coat, not at all put off by the sight. She wasn’t haughty or vain like some mares, and a little dirt never hurt anyone. A lot of dirt, actually, could be quite fun. . . The kelpie in her – wherever it had come from – enjoyed mud, slush, and water particularly well. . . though the fires that licked at her back hooves often seemed to object.
“If you’re hoping to look like a sprouting flower, I’d say you’re doing a perfect job of it!” The first green among a mess of brown – it was wonderful!
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 11:15 am
Sorra's blue eyes brightened as he got a better look at this - ah, lady, by her voice! - and her rather impressive coat. Were those things at her back hooves uncomfortable? But goodness did she have a lot of amazing markings! Oh, and the spindly spines at her shoulders--what were those? The membrane between them seemed transparent, just a little.
She seemed friendly, which was lovely. Considering the beautiful spring day, he'd hate to have grumpy company.
Mind you, he didn't really like grumpy company in general; it brought him down, made him wilt a little if he was exposed to it for too long. Perhaps he was just that gentle of a soul that he was so affected by others. Still, take away the negative presence and he was soon to perk right back up, so it also meant he was rather resilient. And that, to be sure, was something he was absolutely grateful for!
The green stallion flushed a little at her compliment. He didn't mind being muddy, but he did take a quick peek before giving a sheepish grin that quickly turned true.
"Why thank you! I figured if it'd help along the rest of the plants, I'd show them what to do!"
He laughed, giving a little wink to show he was joking and not at all serious. The earth was quite good at knowing what to do, already. She'd done it for a great many years, as far as he could tell, and rather fabulously, too! He pranced a little on his way there, dislodging at least a little bit of the mud as he went. The bright eyed boy paid no mind to that, either, figuring a little more mud in one place or another certainly wouldn't hurt the earth that was coming to life again now that it was spring.
Sorra grinned with sudden realization as to why he thought her coat so fascinating!
"I adore your coat. It reminds me of a cavern with little glow-bugs suspended on bits of string I've been to. They have this lovely, calm glow. It's really beautiful, actually, all dim but so bright all at once. Have you ever seen them or the like of them?"
They wouldn't be out, even in the caves. Not so early in the season. But perhaps if she was passing through - which he actually would intend to ask - she may yet see them on her ambles. It would just be that instead of bombarding her with a sudden spurt of questions, he would pause to let her reply. But his eyes were bright, so it clearly wasn't for lack of enthusiasm.
"My name is Sorra, by the way. Are you travelling through on a journey?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2015 2:19 pm
Iara was pleased that the muddy stallion seemed full of good cheer. After having been raise by such a serious, and sometimes dominating and demanding mother, it was good to meet someone that appeared far more relaxed. She liked that he was so pleasantly spirited. Ah, but this was why she had taken off, and left her homelands, hadn't it? With an unknown father, and a mother that wanted fighters, Iara had no reason to stay. She was a lover, after all, and was drawn towards those that were less serious or less critical of others. Her mother hadn't broken her spirit, but oh, how that mare had tried!
So it was, Iara couldn't help but be glad that this stranger seemed as sunny as the beautiful but slushy spring day. "Well, you seem to be doing a great job encouraging them. I'm sure they're thrilled by the company," she added with a firm nod and a bright smile.
The stallion's compliment did catch her off guard. The black and green coated mare had never given her appearance much thought. She had always thought herself pretty enough, but nothing amazingly elegant like some mares she had seen in her travels. Still, it was nice all the same, and she couldn't help but laugh in delight. "Well thank you! I've never heard of glow-bugs, aside from the summertime fireflies. . . .but it's wonderful to know that they share my coat colors. Perhaps one day I shall find a cave worth exploring, and try to find such a scene." She craned her neck a moment to admire her pattern; it had always been something she enjoyed, and was the only thing of her father's she possessed. "My father had a green coat similar, according to my mother; so I suppose we shall thank him, whoever he is, wherever he might roam." She gave a nod in honor of the unknown stallion, before deciding to take on more interesting conversation.
"Your own coat is very vibrant from what I can see! I've never seen such color, or such patterns. . . it's quite lovely, too! We can be appropriately bright together." And that sounded like as grand a plan to her as any. "My name's Iara, and it's good to meet you, Sorra. I'm on no journey, just traveling with no destination in mind. I'm hoping to see the world or at least get my hooves to where they need to be when, wherever the spirits deem that to be." Iara had no idea where the spirits might take her. She had no idea where she wanted to be, aside from far from her mother. Sometimes she considered trying to seek out her father, but that seemed like a far too monumental task. Additionally, her father had left and had clearly no interest in being a family man. It was probably best she let that one lie and not disturb it. So, she roamed . . . mostly because she could. "And what about you, my good sir?"
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