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 Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2015 3:06 pm
 The interestingly colored mare had instantly seen the potential of a small, dark, quiet glad back off the beaten path. Of course, she rarely walked the beaten path except to cross to un-beaten paths. The known wasn't nearly as fun as the unknown to her. The chance of something silly or frightening lurking around the next tree, bush, or rock.
When she had a chance like this, Charnette often set up a prank to play on the next unsuspecting pony to walk by. Since she wasn't on the normal path, that could sometimes take days. It was all worth the wait in the end. Charnette was in fact setting up for such a prank now. She was tugging vines up so she could range them the way she wanted to make the place a tiny bit more spooky.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2015 12:13 pm
Atlas shivered as he walked along the path, Turok the buffalo plodding on faithfully beside him. The day was chilly, I'll come down with something most likely Atlas thought to himself gloomily as he strode. He and Turok were coming down from a small cliff just above here, or to be more precise, Atlas and Turok had been up on the cliff, risking their necks as well as his. Othello and Turok had been daring each other to walk closer and closer to the edge, Atlas had been having a nap. Othello had progressed right up to the drop off and was peering down the dizzying height, for what reason, Atlas could only imagine, when the ground beneath him had crumbled. Turok had grabbed him and yanked Atlas out of danger, but not before Othello had tumbled off the edge of the cliff. Atlas grumbled to himself darkly, he was not at his best when suddenly yanked out of sleep to find himself teetering at the edge of an enormous drop-off. Atlas didn't like heights... Didn't like much of anything as a matter of fact. He tossed his bright mane out of his eyes and huffed, now instead of having some time to himself to rest, he and Turok had had to climb all the way back down the cliff, a harrowing experience in itself, he had nearly broken a limp at least six different times, and they were now forced to scour the brush below for Othello...
Where could that skull mask had gotten too?
Since birth Othello and Atlas had been crammed together in one body, forced to share everything in the most literal sense of the word. That had been difficult for the brothers, the nature of their family was such that their parents and siblings weren't put off by two souls sharing the same body, but Atlas was reserved, pessimistic, and gloomy while Othello was energetic, brave, and dramatic. Othello would have to tolerate Atlas badgering him all the time about dangers and dire consequences to his actions while Atlas had to listen to Othello complain bitterly about how boring whatever he had decided to do was while he had the body... Until Kitten had brought her children home a skull mask just like her own. It hadn't called to their brother or sister, but Othello and Atlas had known it was meant to be theirs. Whenever Atlas put on the mask, Othello took over, whenever Othello took off the mask, there was Atlas. They hadn't realized how dependent they had become on the system until now, because with the skull mask missing, Atlas couldn't find Othello anywhere. He was searching each corner of their mind trying to seek out the familiar voice, but it wasn't there!
So lost in this contemplation, Atlas nearly walked into a vibrantly patterned mare. "Oh! Excuse me!" he sputtered apologetically, glancing up to meet her ghostly eyes, when his gaze flicked to the side. In the tree above her head, Othello's mask was cradled between a few branches. He had found him! But how to reach him? "There you are!" he called out angrily, barely noticing that his reaction would make no sense to his companion. "You gave us a real scare! What were you thinking?" magnadearel Sorry about my length! Trying to figure out how this dual personality thing will work and struggling with a stubborn muse xD
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