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 Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 11:02 am
This is a private roleplay between my (belloblossom) Lockes and Phail Ninja's Timbira.
If you are neither me, nor Phail, please don't post here!
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 11:03 am
 Lockes
It's a very odd position to find yourself walking down a forest path one moment minding your own business, when suddenly another like yourself, crashes out from the wilderness into your path. It's an even more strange position to find your perfectionist nature come out in this situation, for low and behold the Soquili before you, happens to have a bit of mud on his flank.
Lockes really never meant anything by how she wiped at it, she just wanted to get rid of imperfection on the stallion's coat. But, oh, then it smudged and she was going to wipe at it again, but the stallion in question was yelling at her, and goodness knows she was just trying to be helpful and he needn't shout at her so--
And before you know it, you're standing somewhere else. It feels as though you've just recovered from some sort of headache, and you realize, quite alarmingly, that your hooves and ankles are covered in thick blood. The blade that you occasionally use to cut down wayward branches trees is covered with blood also. How horrifying!
This has happened before. Lockes thought, and she suddenly found herself remembering several other incidents similar to the one that she was faced with now. It was always similar. She would try to help another Soquili with their imperfection in their appearance, they wouldn't accept her help, and then she'd be somewhere else, with blood coating her body and her blade. She'd never been able to figure out why such things happened, and no matter how hard she tried, she'd never been able to find the Soquili she'd met previously.
Looking around now, it seemed like the mud spotted stallion, was no different. He was gone, and she didn't fancy looking for him in the situation she found herself in. If he thought she was odd by trying to clear mud from his flank, surely he would think her insane if she approached him again with her current appearance.
"How odd." She spoke aloud, and then sighed. Well, it was past time to wash this blood out. She didn't want other Soquili to get the misimpression that she was violent.
She picked up her blade between her teeth, holding it by the handle, which was the least blood-stained of the entire blade. Lockes proceeded to walk away from the bloodied clearing, in search of running water.
She was happy to find that she didn't have to walk for long, as she was soon at a slow-moving river. It was deep enough to wash away the blood on her ankles, and she gave a sigh of relief. How fortunate for her. Setting her blade on the shore, she waded into the river, and she tried to think back on what had happened again. Maybe she could solve these mysterious happenings.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2014 12:23 pm
Timbira peaked out from beneath the shade of the tree, gingerly looking around. Everything appeared to be as usual. The birds were singing, the sun was shining and the river babbled away happily. The corners of her lips flicked upwards into a slight smile as she stepped out into the clearing, leaving the shelter of the tree’s shade. The coast was clear! Only a slight hint of tension remained, running through her shoulders and down her back. She didn’t know why, but the thought of running into anyone else sent pangs of anxiety running through her. It wasn’t that she didn’t like talking to people, it’s that it was so hard – her tongue would always get caught up and trip over itself until she’d made a right fool of herself. Some ponies had it easy, they were open and outgoing like her mother, but social interactions had never come easily to Timbira. And that suited her just fine, because she quite liked exploring the forest on her lonesome.
The mare gave a shake of her neck, letting the sun seep into her fur. The knots clenching her muscles shut reluctantly relaxed under its warm pressure, her worries melting away. ”Oh, forest, why are you always so beautiful?” That day she had struck out towards the river, deciding it would be a nice place to spend such a pleasant day. Maybe if she felt adventurous enough she might even go for a quick splash, so long as no one was around! Picking up into a trot, she headed down the edge of the riverbank, letting her caution evaporate away.
But it was not to last. The sound of disturbed water reached her ears, putting Timbira fully on the alert. She crept forwards, placing her hooves with care so as to make as little noise as possible. Was it just some animal, crossing the river, or was there someone else here? Her breath hitched in her throat with anxiety. Oh bother, it had been such a perfect outing. There! Peering around the edge of the tree, the mare could see a figure standing in the water.
It was, in fact, another mare. Pale white, with beautiful golden hair. Not a single strand was out of place. Timbira hesitated, wondering what she should do. Was she friendly? She certainly looked very nice from the back, did that mean she would be nice? But then the mare shifted her pose and Timbira had to stifle a scream. Thick blood clung to her fur, staining it a deep shade of crimson. Blood. Oh god. Of course, the blood could have meant anything. Maybe the mare was injured. But something about her posture, about the calm way she was washing it off, didn’t seem to fit that hypothesis. Timbira started to back away, body quaking with terror. Oh god. Was she a murderer? Would she… Kill her? Hot tears pooled in the corners of her eyes as she stumbled backwards, trying to get away.
And she was almost successful. Until her hoof struck some metallic. c***k. The noise echoed out, as Timbira froze in surprise, turning her gaze downwards. A knife. Her hoof was standing on a bloody knife.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 12:21 am
Lockes
Lockes hadn't heard the other mare approach, she was too intently focused on getting the blood off of her ankles and hooves. How tedious a task it was, but she couldn't simply walk about with blood on her. Why, others might get the wrong impression and believe her to be a violent creature, when she certainly wasn't one.
At the sound of a metallic sort of... chime? Well, whatever the sound was, it caused her to raise her head and turn. Her gaze first when to where her blade lay on the grass, tainting the green with a red-brown color of the drying blood.
Upon the blade, a hoof rested. A clean, pretty blue hoof that was the color of the noon sky, all light and happy. As her gaze traveled upwards, she found stripes of purple, dark and pale and pristine, and then she found herself looking into two teary, jade eyes. Lockes' expression turned from one to surprise to one of confusion and sympathy for the other Soquili. Oh, this was an awkward situation to be caught in. It was a surprise in itself that this mare hadn't run off immediately. It's not like Lockes would've been able to give chase, not that she would want to, given her state of being.
"Oh dear, this is unsettling, isn't it? I'm sorry, but whatever you're thinking, if you're thinking me to be a murderer, or violent, that's not the case at all." She said, hurriedly. "Kick that silly thing away from both of us, if you'd like. I don't have any intention to hurt you, honestly."
She cast a look down at her ankles, bending them until she was laying awkwardly in the water. She didn't want to be scrubbing at her ankles while in the company of another. It wouldn't be polite!
"Really, it's not what you think it is, and I can explain myself, you know. You see, it wasn't at all my fault either, how it happened." She was so worried about getting the mare to trust her and understand her case that she babbled on about it, "I was walking about earlier, you see, just a simple morning stroll, simple to what you were doing, I'm sure. Anyway, I was walking about, when I came into the path of a stallion. He didn't look to be the friendliest of types, so maybe I shouldn't have approached him, but he had this awful splotch of mud on his flank, and I just wanted to help him get it off. I promise that was my only intent. Nothing murderous like you may've been thinking."
Her words came fast, like explaining this all to the other mare was the most important thing in the world. Someone had to understand that she wasn't violent by nature.
"Anyway, he didn't like me touching him- I was only doing that to get the mud off, mind you- but then he lashed out... At least I think he did, or he shouted or something, and then I woke up alone, like this. Really, you've got to understand, I didn't mean to hurt anyone! It was just that mud patch--" Wait... What had she said? She didn't mean to hurt anyone? Was that... Was that a confession? Her eyes widened as the realization dawned on her and she stood quickly, "No!" She gasped, coming from the water and approaching the mare, "No, I didn't do anything wrong! I was just trying to help him! Please, you've got to believe me!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2014 9:29 am
Hot tears flooded her eyes as she scrambled backwards, terror enveloping her mind. Oh god. She was going to die. The knife was there. The blood. All the images swirled through her brain, pressing down on her, compressing her chest. Timbira could hardly breathe as she struggled to escape. Her body could barely respond. She wanted to turn and run and gallop as fast as she could, but fear’s icy grip help her in its command. Her legs were like jelly, sluggish and slow, quaking uncontrollably. Timbira’s eyes rolled, the whites of her eyes gleaming with panic. A faint voice reached her ears, coming from the stranger, but the purple mare could barely hear it. The roaring in her skull reached new heights as her knees threatened to buckle.
”K-keep away from me!” She stumbled over the words, her usual stutter made only the worse by the situation. But… the mare didn’t seem to be advancing. Or even look angry. Or anything… Timbira took another hesitant step backwards, more distancing herself from the metal blade than from the stranger at that point. The stranger had even laid down in the river…
Involuntary shudders raced up and down her spine, cold sweat rolling off her flanks and leaving her shivering violently. The mare seemed to be… explaining something. Not a murderer? Not violent? But she’d seen the blood, and the knife! Had Timbira made a mistake? Was the stranger really of no concern? Maybe… she was a meat-eater… or… maybe it was self-defence… or… maybe she was one of those weird Voodoo people who made sacrificial rituals. Timbira’s stomach clenched at the thought, but she forced herself still.
Had she judged too fast? Maybe the mare was friendly… ”I-I’m sorry… you g-gave me q-q-quite a sc-care.” The stranger seemed to be babbling on now, launching into an explanation of what happened. A stallion with mud on his flank? The mare had approached him? Nothing seemed murderous about that… But at the next line all of Timbira’s fears came back in full force. The mare didn’t remember anything. Had she… killed the stallion? Timbira felt faint, ready to collapse at the mere thought. Oh god. What had she walked herself into?
”C-could it b-be that you…” But she couldn’t say the blasted words, so wrong and twisted they seemed. Her breathing was light, brain fuzzy from the lack of oxygen. Maybe that wasn’t what happened! It couldn’t be, right? There were no murderers here, right? ”W-well! M-maybe it’s n-not so b-bad. M-maybe he j-just knocked y-you out. Th-the blood c-could be y-y-yours! Or… y-you just d-defended y-yourself and h-he isn’t all th-that h-hurt, b-but you took a h-hit on the h-head?” Just a mud patch. How could a mud patch hurt anyone… right? Right?
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 12:16 am
Lockes
Lockes' ears had flattened at the alarmed cry that came from the purple mare. She couldn't blame the other mare for being frightened or confused, though she doubted that the mare was any more confused than Lockes felt.
She let herself relax into the water again, letting the gentle lapping rhythm of the water against her fur ease her into a calmer state of mind. Her ears perked up to, no longer pressed up against her head as she looked away from the other mare. If she wanted to run, she had no objection to it, though it was a disheartening encounter. Lockes herself was a victim, but this mare had jumped to conclusions, which stung more than Lockes let on.
It was only when the mare spoke again, stammering uncontrollably, the poor thing. Lockes turned her head back towards the stranger, listening to her apology and she smiled at the other.
"I can hardly blame you for being scared. I was quite horrified when I found myself like this." At the reminder of herself being covered in filth while being exposed to another, she quickly started to rub her legs against the bottom of the stream. It was turning her pale legs brown, but mud was easier to get off than blood, especially while damp. Dried blood... That was truly a nuisance.
When the other mare began to speak again, she was stuttering as much as before, maybe even more so. Lockes tried to give her a friendly, reassuring smile, but given the circumstances, she doubted that she would be able to make much of a difference. While the other mare spoke of the blood being her own, Lockes didn't think that were the case, for she didn't feel any wound on her. Still, if that story would better ease the mind of her terrified companion, then Lockes would go with it as best she could.
"I was feeling rather sore when I woke, so you must be right. I'm sure whatever it was was all in self-defense." She tried to look as though she believed her story, which wasn't exactly the most difficult thing in the world. When she had woken up she did feel sore, nauseous even (though that could've just been from the smell) so looking the part wasn't an issue for her.
Between trying to look convincing in this new attempt to calm down the other mare and trying to keep the purple mare from bolting, Lockes took a good look at the other mare.
"Dear, you look about ready to faint. Why not lay down? I won't move without telling you first, I promise." Lockes said to the other. What she also noticed, but thought best not to mention at that particular moment, was the disheveled appearance of the other mare. Her mane was so messy and rather cluttered, given the feathers in her mane. How could she stand it? She tried not to pick apart the other flaws of the mare's appearance, and had to shove away the thoughts of fixing them for her. For one reason or another, whenever she thought about fixing the appearance of others, a sort of hidden, dark feeling would move somewhere within her. It was wholly unpleasant, and Lockes had no intention of acting on it. She was just starting to calm down herself.
While waiting to see if the other would take her advice, Lockes realized only then that she had no idea what the other mare was called, nor had she introduced herself.
"Oh, how rude of me." She said, looking up at the purple mare again, for her eyes had drifted to her legs, "My name is Lockes. And, you are...?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 9:12 am
The mare's calm demeanour seemed to soothe Timbira's frayed nerves somewhat. There was no controlling her stammer, of course, but she managed to find some inner strength somewhere deep within her. Calm, I can be calm. I have to be calm. I have to think things through. The blind panic that had filled her receded, clearing the fuzzy terror that had seized her brain. She was still wary of the stranger, but there appeared to be no immediate danger. She swallowed down the trembling, trying to control her legs and soothe away the flight response.
”I-I apologise. I f-fear I may have m-misjud-dged you. Just the… the knife…” Timbira’s stomach wanted to heave at the thought of the deadly weapon, so close to herself. But it was on the other side of her from the mare. Unless… what if someone else had attacked the mare? What if there was someone else out there, hunting them? But… no. This mare didn’t have enough obvious wounds. The blood couldn’t be all her own, could it? Maybe there was a wound she couldn’t see beneath the water. Maybe. But something told Timbira that wasn’t the case. A shiver traced up her spine, sending lightning tingling through her muscles. A cold chill held her that she just couldn’t quite shake. Something wasn’t quite right. But she stammered onwards, getting out her full apology. ”And the b-blood… I am s-so sorry.”
Though the mare’s next statement seemed genuine, paralysis held Timbira’s legs. There was no way she would lie down right now, not even if Dathúil’s life had been depending on it. And she valued that stallion very highly. Oh, why had she come here without him? She knew she shouldn’t be dependent on him, but the two had hit it off so well. He was like the best friend she had been denied all her life. Maybe… maybe even more than a friend. Timbira certainly couldn’t deny that he was incredibly handsome. But she couldn’t have feelings for him, not anymore than just friends. No, of course not.
”I, I th-think I would prefer to st-tand, p-please don’t worry, I am sure I can… can support myself. I am in no fear of p-passing out.” She appreciated the stranger’s offer to stay at a distance, although it seemed that the water she in couldn’t be all that warm. But Timbira could feel the mare’s gaze trace over her own appearance, and all her fears resurfaced. She knew she wasn’t the tidiest about her looks. Did she… she didn’t have a mud patch on her, did she? Her eyes flickered back towards her flank. No, she looked clean enough. A bit... rough on the edges. But clean.
”Ahh, m-my name? I-it’s Timbira. I’m T-Timbira. P-pleased to meet you.”
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 10:23 am
Lockes
Lockes wanted to remain sympathetic towards the blue and indigo mare, really, she did. It had been such along time that she had such a... Well, it wasn't quite pleasant, for the water was beginning to give her chills and she was inclined to stiffness in her joints. But it was perhaps one of her longest conversations and that had to mean she was getting somewhere in wanting to be as social as she was, wasn't she?
Alas, even good things must come to an end, for Lockes was beginning to get a bit testy and was fidgeting slightly as a result.
"You've no reason to apologize, my dear. The knife is for cutting back invasive plantes, not the throats of the innocent." She explained, glancing down at the progress she was making on her coat and noticing with pride that the blood had ebbed and flowed away and downstream. Thank goodness.
"I'm going to stand now, dear. I did promise I would tell you when I moved, didn't I? Am I not a mare of my word?" There was a hard edge to her voice that had not previously been there. She had been sitting in the mud for too long and she could no longer ignore the cluttered mess that was-what was her name again?-Timbira's mane.
"Timbira, lovely name. Hardly perfect, but names hardly ever are." She said, getting to her legs in a quick movement and then striding over to where her blade lay glinting in the sunlight. She caught a look of herself in the polished reflection, and if she were in her calmer state as she had been previously, she would have remarked that she did look a bit batty. Picking up the blade in her mouth, she turned and stuck it directly into one of the heads of the bears that rested upon her back. She felt no pain from it, for the bears were stuffed and not flesh. The cloth beneath the head seemed to be adhered to her flesh in some manner though.
"Well Timbira, my dear, I must be off. I have other things to do than sit and soak in a cold creek. However, before I go..." Lockes turned her gaze to the indigo mare, "What do you say to me cutting out some of those awful feathers from your hair? I dare say you'd look near perfect with your lovely locks falling around your face." Phail Ninja Sorry for such the long wait! I tried to wrap up this roleplay in a single post, I hope that's alright with you! sweatdrop
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 8:27 am
Things were… not quite adding up with Lockes’ story. Timbira could feel it. The dark wave of foreboding crashed over her once more, filling her eyes with haunted shadows and liquefying the muscles in her legs. Oh why did her fear have to incapacitate her so? She wasn’t a slow mare, she could probably out-run most threats if only she didn’t freeze up into a useless lump of jelly.
Before she’d mentioned using the knife for self-defence, but now it was only for invasive plants. What invasive plants? Why did she cut them away? Timbira knew a thing or two about gardening, and if you wanted to kill the plant you had to kill the root, yet Lockes had no shovel or anything of the sort to indicate that she was really dealing with a plant invasion. But maybe… maybe she was overthinking it. Maybe her thoughts were running away with her again, especially as this was such an unusual situation…
But her mind flickered back to the ‘stallion with a mud patch’ story. And the knife. And the blood. And the not remembering much. Timbira began to feel awfully aware of the fact that she herself wasn’t all that clean. But the mare seemed to be speaking reassuring words, warning her that she was getting up and taking her time. Oh why did this have to happen to her? She swallowed down the lump in her throat, feeling pain at how large it was. She was so tense. What should she do? She wanted Dathúil to come to her rescue, break through the trees and tell her everything would be alright. But that wasn’t fair. She was a grown mare, she could take care of herself, couldn’t she? She just had to stay focused, and work on getting away.
As soon as the other mare mentioned leaving, Timbira felt a hot wave of relief course through her. Yes! This was her chance to escape. The thought of freedom relaxed her slightly, honing her focus. The dull roar in her ears faded to a steady trickle, her muscles regained some of their mobility. And instantly all that was undone as Lockes mentioned her messy mane. And hacking it away. With the knife. The knife for ‘invasive plants’. That knife? Timbira took a fearful step backwards, her mind whirling. “Ahh, n-n-no! Th-that w-won’t be necessary!” The stranger’s eyes seemed to shine oddly, was she insane? No! That had to just be the light. “I-I’m s-s-so sorry, I th-think I h-have to g-get g-g-going n-now, b-but you h-have a g-good d-day Lockes, I’m s-so sorry f-for the misund-derst-t-tanding.” She nervously bobbed her head up and down a few more times before scrambling out backwards and away from the stranger. And as soon as she was out of view, she ran.
belloblossom Just doing a final post for Timbira to wrap this up then ^.^ It was a fun RP! Thank you~
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