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 Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 9:04 pm
The day was fine, with the sun shining overhead and a light breeze blowing. Dandelion fluff floated on the breeze, and the scent of flowers drifted tantalizingly. Luca was enjoying herself, and playing a rather odd game.
She was in a swiftly running stream that was only fetlock deep. It was wide, though, and the purple mare had found a means for amusing herself. Bright flashes of color darted here and there through the water. Oranges, yellows, and silver shapes of varying sizes swam beneath the surface. She had siscovered that it was wonderful fun to splash through the water, leaping like a wolf in winter after a mouse, to try and catch the fish beneath her hooves.
Only once had she caught one, and it was a very fat, slow, and hadn't taken her splashing hooves seriously. It had startled her the day it occured, but she simply flipped it out of the river and left it on the bank for some hungry critter to wander by. Since that day, the fish seemed to have taken her seriously. But that was the fun! The challenge of trying to catch the fleeing, darting little bodies, knowing that she never would again. And knowing that if she ever did, they deserved to become some wolf's snack or a fox's meal.
So it was that she danced in the water, curling mane flying, tail stuck to her hindquarters in lavendar curls, water dripping down her striped legs, dyeing her cat a deeper purple. Her neigh of a laugh echoed as she continued to plunge about in the water, eyes focused on the flashing colors amongst the glittering drops of flying water.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 9:15 pm
Entreri was taking advantage of the nice weather but trainning as usual and currently was taking a run through the forest. covered in sweat from pushing himself as usual to keep in shape and kept his skills sharp, he was wanting a drink now adn knew jsut where to get one. keeping at the same pace, he took towards the river to grab a drink then be gone. but as he closed in on the river and heard a happy whinny to his distaste, he slowed down and peeked from the trees, seeing a purple, curly haired mare splashign around the river. snorting and not caring if it was quiet or not, he stepped into view and slowly made his way to the water, wondering why on earth the mare was slashing in the water.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 7:32 pm
A flurry of birds, startled from their roost in the bushes along the river's bank alerted her to the approach of someone. As the rustle of feathers and cries of the alarmed avians faded into the nearby trees, she stopped cavorting in the water and turned to regard the alicorn stallion.
Snorting, she pawed one dripping hoof into the water with an odd plunking sound, and then bobbed her head with a playful smile. "Why, hello there, honey," she drawled gently. She tossed her head, flinging her damp forelock out of her eyes for a moment before it again fell across one side of her face. Curling bits of her mane stuck all along her neck damply, unmoved by the head-toss.
She took in his sweaty state, the muscles that slid beneath his hide. It seemed this hunk worked out! She resisted the urge to raise her brows into intrigued arches. Instead she smiled even more and moved towards him. "I was going to ask what brought you to me, but it seems you could use a cool drink first."
She climbed slowly but gracefully out of the water and paused, flicking her tail, ostensibly to shake the dripping water from it. A smattering of droplets sprinkled the stallion before she turned herself around. She dropped her long lashes coyly. "Why not refresh yourself before we bother with niceties like introductions, hmm?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 5:01 pm
Artemis stopped in place and mentaly rolle dhis eyes at being called honey. that wa one thign you shouldn't call him. specaily when he was a starnger who could be a dangerous one. tossing his mane, he didn't say a word and only nodded to her in reply. walking over to the edge of the water and lowering his head to drink. drinking his fill, he truely wondered if this mare always was like this and lifted his head up. flexing his wings once, he stared at her a moment before speaking. " i would rather not be called honey, specialy when i never have seen you before." leting his lip curl and sneerign a bit, he then spoke again. " so whom might you be? your rather bold to be calling a strange stallion you don't know honey, which i beleive is a term used between two who are mates."
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 5:56 pm
She tipped her head to one side quizzically when, after he'd drunk, he made such a stiff request. But she wasn't one to ruffle feathers... too much, anyway. She tucked her chin in a nod of acceptance at his wish. But his further comment made her snort in a half-chuckle, half-exasperated manner.
"Clearly you have not been to the south, Sir Stallion." She verbally capitalized her formal address of him, a faint quirk of her lips revealing her amusement at his odd approach to the whole situation. "Where I grew up as a filly, anyone was addressed in terms of familiarity. It was a way of making someone feel more... comfortable." During the pause, she lowered her eyelashes, then gazed at him smokily from beneath them as she spoke the last word.
Her words were clearly informative, though her demeanor was more personal. She held this gaze for a moment before swishing her drying tail and tossing her forelock again. "I am Luca, Sir Stallion. My apologizes if my presumption to be friendly overwhelmed such a distinguished gentleman as yourself." Again, her words and tone were completely without fault to be found, but her expression was faintly mocking. Stallions who avoided personal attatchments or involvments tweaked a devilish part of her.
With a bend of the knee and a dip of a shoulder, she smiled prettily and politely inquired, "May I, a stranger to you, dare inquire as to your name, Sir Stallion?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 6:07 pm
This truely almost made him raise a brow at this mare as she suddenly went from flerting to being formal in talkign with him. but the looks she gave him did not slid past Artemis Entreri, oh no he was on gaurd at all times and wouldn't allow anyone to trick him. " that clear here and theres a different in being freindly and being too friendly." snorting softly, he gave a slight nod of his head. i'am called Artemis Entreri.." purpusly pausing in his sentance he contiuned. " tis a pleasure to meet you Luca." if she kept up playign games with him, she wouldn't fair well or he wouldn't stick around long.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 1:45 pm
Oho, so this was how it'd be? Sweet and sassy Luca sometimes could get her back up, though never very seriously. Always there was that dash of amusement, that twist of sensuality. "Just as there is a difference between being polite and being truthful?" she countered with an amused snort. "I may not be a mind-reader, sugar, but you definitely don't seem pleased at all to meet me." A smile tugged as her soft lips. "I do believe I make you nervous, with all my comfortably affectionate ways and my appealing looks."
Really it was more of a smirk than a smile. This sort of stallion tended to rub her the wrong way, so that she used her forward ways as more of a sublte aggression rather than a come-hither call. She knew very well he wasn't at all interested in her and her ability to please a stallion. But she couldn't resist pricking him a little, perhaps to soften his pride, perhaps to merely poke holes in that same pride.
Just to prove her oneriness, she sidled up closer to him, visibly inhaling his sweat and sliding an appreciative look along his body where muscles clearly rippled. "It's too bad too. You and I could have such fun together." She practically purred that last, shifting her weight in his direction. Inwardly she was laughing mischeviously. How much could this haughty stallion take?
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 2:07 pm
Entreri watched her every move and listened to everythign she said. did she really think he could be so easyly affected by her forwardness and affectionat ways. " oh really? did i alrady make it that clear so fast that you know already i do not wish to be near a mare such as yourself." slippign away from her, he moved over to her other side. " you must be reading me wrong if you think your actions really make me nervous but it should be already obivious that i wont fall to temptations or sly little tricks. besides i do have standards for myself" slipping away from her side his face expressed really nothing but his eyes showed the small amusment though this game would get old way too fast for him as he idnt care to deal with mares like this one.
(( hehe told ya he would be amusing to rp with her XD ))
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 2:17 pm
Fair enough. "Alright then, if not nervous, then irritated." She eyed him as he moved around her. She chose to stand still while he maneuvered. Mockingly she wondered if it would help him feel better, feel less threatened by a confident, aggressive mare such as herself. Well, aggressive in a different sense than he was. The very thought made her smirk.
"Ah, those pesky standards," she commented dryly. "Always slotting 'mares like myself' into the lesser, lower catagories. It allows those of you who are 'higher and mightier' to look down your long soquili noses at us and feel superior." She snorted derision and swished her silky curled tail. She pranched a few high-stepped paces after him, acting snooty. "Would you feel better if I put my nose in the air?" She followed suit. "Would I be prettier with a haughty expression?" She twisted her lovely face into a holier-than-thou look. "And how about if I ignored those of lesser kind?" She again raked him with her eyes, but this time disdainfully, making his sweaty and unkempt state obvious. "I suppose this would be your idea of a proper and well-mannered mare?"
She stalked away from him then, her feet drawn high, chin tipped upwards, sneer on her face, disparging glance thrown back at him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 2:30 pm
" so quick to asume when i talk about standards for myself that it was about mares. tsk tsk never be so quick to asume but your right i have a certain distaste for mares like you and for any other mare who I think weak." Entreri let a dark smirk creep to his face as he watched her stalk away and only give a glance back after having givin him a disdainful look for how he currently looked. having no care what others thought of his looks he always ahd a unkept look about him anyways no matter how clean cut he looked to keep himself. " enjoy the rest of your evenign i got better things to do than mess around with a mare." leaving in the opposit direction, he had enough of the mare and had the urge to ether clean up or just go back to what hehad been doing before hand.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 2:40 pm
She dropped her pose with a shake of her head as he made assumptions himself and then left. As if she cared that a stallion was sweaty! It sorta made things more interesting, in her opinion. But then, that one had never cared a whit what she thought, who she was, or what she did. He was too busy feeling himself better than she. She shook her head again, as if to discourage a nosy fly. So full of himself, and so very blind. Luca wasn't the deep sort, but she could tell that stallion had issues.
"Well a polite and courteous goodbye to you too, honey," she called after him, her tone more wryly exasperated than mocking. "I hope you have a nice day too, thank you so much for the stimulating conversation!" Now that was mocking. With a flounce of her tail, she returned to her preferred activity of 'catching' a fish.
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