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 Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 10:19 am
 He was free. free as a.. Well.. Bird. Then again, he had always been free. There was nothing holding the stallion back as he made his way across a meadow in the light of the waning moon. He seemed to be on a mission, but there was only one mission on his mind. Keeping away from everyone! Namely someone he wouldn't speak of here. Passing through the meadow, Frolick stopped a moment to look around. The trees all looked the same, but he didn't catch the scent of anyone else in the area. This was good, it meant that he wasn't close to anyone's home. He liked that. Perhaps he would make this place his own home and drive others out of it.
There was a thought, but he didn't how to go about it? He was always wandering, a loner who needed no one. Sometimes he regretted it, it made him lose something. Bah! Thoughts of the past were always depressing.
"Right, where to begin."
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 9:11 pm
Moira walked daintily, carefully crossing the grassy meadow, her wings gently fanning the air as she went. Her eyes blinked occasionally to keep them wet, but they were not focused in any particular direction. She had a knack by now for not colliding with things in her path. Those who spent much time with her at all wondered how she generally seemed to know where solid objects are, avoid them, and still remain so serene and graceful. Little did they know that she'd developed a sensitivity to moving air and had learned to use her wings to ascertain where the air did not have a free path, allowing her to route around anything large. It didn't seem to help with roots and pebbles along pathways, though, so she relied on careful footwork for that.
She soon neared a large object, and judging from its scent, it was another Star like herself. "Hello," she said softly.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 8:21 am
Frolick meandered around where he was going to claim as his own home. Selecting a large dead tree that still stood as his resting place. Sure, he could have picked a hollowed out, living, tree. But that wasn't the mood he was in, things that were dead or dying seemed to fit him best. Out of all his siblings, Frolick was the most anti-social and hated company to the highest order.
The moment a soft 'hello' reached his ears, his back having been turned to the Arion mare. The larger purple colored stallion whipped around and looked at the mixed breed with cold eyes. How had she snuck-up upon him? And what was she looking at? Snorting in displeasure he moved away, muttering.
"Hi"
That was it, he had other business to do, sort out things and make a wall so that others didn't stumble upon him so easily. Using the magic of his horn, Frolick started pulling limber limbs of trees down and weaving the branches together. This would have to do, for now. Until he would come up with something better.. Or he just got annoyed all together and wander once more.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 5:19 pm
Moira noted the tone in the stallion's voice, though whether it was distractedness, grumpiness, or unsociability, she wasn't sure. She chuckled. If he was simply grumpy, he'd engage her about it, and if he was unsociable, he'd ignore her laughter. Either way, she didn't mind. Her nose lowered toward the ground and she sniffed around until she found a patch of blooming clover. She tore a huge bite off, cloverbuds comically protruding from her mouth in every direction. She chewed happily -- clovers were her favorite, and she loved them best when they were flowered.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 5:30 pm
 The rustling of branches and vines was usually nothing particularly unusual--a breeze blowing foliage around, a deer or something stumbling its way through the wood--it wasn't all that remarkable. But to Neuralia and her continuing adventures to figure out how the world worked around her meant that instead of ignoring the sound, she made a b-line for it. Her olfactory sensors detected the scent of two stars in the distance. The pseudo-skin on her face broke into a smile--other stars! Hooray! She made her way through the trees, careful not to let them scratch her until she reached the edge of the woods by an old dead tree. A pair of arcturai stood there--a tense-looking stallion and a quiet mare. The stallion was weaving branches around the tree as if to create a wall.
Okay, something was going on here. Neuralia knew she shouldn't disturb either star or butt into business that was not her own, but she didn't know what else she could do. She was too lonely, darnit! "Is there something in these woods I should know about that you would need a wall?" she asked the stallion. Her voice had a tinge of metal to it, and sounded ever-so-slightly echoey. A side effect of the material used to make her vocal synthesizer.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 7:02 am
At least this one chose to mind her own business, but he did wish she would go and eat somewhere else. Shesh, couldn't he catch a break here? Turning away from what he was doing, branches pulling against each other until they snapped apart again. Great! That was a bust! Seems that a branch wall wasn't going to be happening this time. Further more, this place was starting to get over run!
Turning those narrow purple eyes, Frolick looked at this even stranger star that happened upon him. Just his luck, was his washed out purple coat attracting everyone?! What haired tail flicking behind him he listened to this new one talk, she had a strange way of speaking. Not as strange as how she looked, to say the least. Ears turning back, he turned his back to his one too.
"The only thing I require a wall for is to keep those like you two out of my mane." was his answer to this metallic looking star, speaking it loud enough for even the Arion to hear as well. "If everyone hadn't really noticed, I like my solitude."
Stomping a cream colored hoof against the ground, Frolick moved away from the trees he thought was going to be a good place to live. Apparently not if they attracted the attention of everyone else in this blasted world. Muttering to himself, he looked back at the two mares, just wondering what their deals were. Were they trying to gang up on him? Was this their plan? Or had someone else 'paid' them to do all this?
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 7:54 am
Yeesh. What a pill. "Thank you, phoenician one. You have answered my question with admirable laconicity. I shall be sure to avoid the purple terror." With that, she made a wide berth around the old, dead tree, making towards the turquoise arion. She looked much friendlier, and she was rather curious about someone who could have so easily angered the standoffish stallion. Before she could reach the other mare, however, a thought occurred to her and she turned her head back towards the stallion.
He probably would ignore her, but that would be his loss. "I suggest a concretion of course aggregate bound with crushed rock, burnt lime, and water. Reinforced with steel, it provides a strong, easily molded barrier. And in addition, it is as cold as you like it." Not the most succinct of jibes, but then again, Neuralia was hardly witty. With her disappointment at her rude reception satisfied, she turned towards the arion mare. "Good evening. I am called Neuralia Spark. What is your name?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 5:13 pm
Moira raised her head and tilted it to the side. The voice speaking to the antisocial stallion had a strange quality to it. She couldn't quite identify what it was...did it sound hollow, alien, something else? It sounded a bit like it might if you listened to a seashell. Not that she'd been able to do that very many times; she'd done it once completely by accident when she'd laid down at the beach and ended up with the shell under her ear. Trying to do it on purpose hadn't gotten her very far. Moira cleared her throat. "Pardon, are you speaking to me?" she asked. She was also unsure what it was, exactly, she was speaking to, as it smelled a bit like a Star but also smelled...like iron. Perhaps the Star just lived around metals or had rubbed along a patch of it somewhere in its recent travels. She really couldn't be sure without getting much, much closer with her nose. "If you are, my name is Moira," she said with a smile.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 7:32 pm
Frolick snapped around to speak to the metallic star as it moved over closer to Arion that had called herself Moira. He hadn't let the names get past him. He just remained silent upon his own name, there was no reason to open himself up to these two. Well, if these two females wanted to talk to each other, then he could leave them to it.
"Whatever. Have your little tea party" was all that escaped the stallion.
Flicking his tail at the both of them, he headed off. Shoving a large branch out of the way in his passing letting it snap violently back into place. If there was anything on the branch it was thrown in the direction of the mares. He would find somewhere else to make came.
"Rotten, bloody mares. Just as bad as Peren and her ilk. These ones would probably want me to settle down as well." Sulking away, eyes half lidded. Frolick marched in a direction he smelt water in, all this aggravation was making him thirsty.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 4:59 pm
The other mare acted strangely, not how Neuralia would have predicted at all. Her throat clearing was strange, and just a little off-putting, but not entirely so. Neuralia tried moving her head quietly back and forth to see if the arion tracked the movement of her head with her eyes--then realized that was a silly thing to do. After all, there was nothing to latch onto in her face. most stars couldn't tell where her eyes were, it just wasn't natural. But her question as to if someone was talking to her when they plainly were? Neuralia suspected that the arion had very poor eyesight, if any at all. Nothing wrong with that, of course--Neuralia just didn't encounter it much. Her creator's father had had one bad eye, but she'd been given to understand that bad eyes were blue--this one's were green.
But the mare's smile was a lovely, delicate thing, and despite her suspicions, Neuralia returned the smile, and in as warm a voice as she had programmed, replied, "I was, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Moira. I am called Neuralia Spark. Do you know that rude stallion over there?" She turned her head to look at the arcturus in question, but by that time, he was gone. Huh. Rude. For a star who'd spent most of his life swimming in the ocean, tasting blood and salt water on his tongue, fresh water was strange. It was too sweet, too flat. It didn't taste like anything. It was just...a pale imitation of water. And the way it felt on his ankles was wrong. Nonetheless, he made no movement to leave the pond he stood knee-deep in. Most of his armor lie on the shore , except for his helmet--he'd had too much trouble taking the wretched thing off without help. Even the shoulder plates had been nearly impossible.
A sound from behind him--a tiny sound. A star, then. The enormous stallion, nearly nineteen hands high, made no reaction to the sound of another star. There was no point to--this was an average-sized creature, not a monster he had to fight. It could come to the water if it liked. He dipped his beak into the water and dabbled it up into his mouth.
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