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 Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 5:36 pm
It had seemed like forever since Daray had gone off on his own. With Aita and his three daughters, there never seemed to be any time left for himself. Yet... now as the trio had grown into beautiful mares, he knew it would soon be time for them to leave their happy little cave.
Trotting out of the forest he had wandered into, Daray found himself walking across the empty clearing, unsure of what to do next. Now that he had an afternoon to himself, he didn't want to spend it mulling over ideas of what to do. He wanted to DO something. Have fun. Be free... like he used to be. He hadn't had a good, foalish romp around in quite a while, and he grinned at the thought of what his mate would say, to see him acting like his old goofy self.
Laughing aloud at the mental image, his walk turned into a gait, and finally into an exhilirating run across the field. How good it felt to have the wind rush through the mane again!
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 5:45 pm
The short, pink pony trotted across the field as fast as she could possibly go. The nice, cool wind excited her as her curly, pink mane was tossed about. She halted to a stop though, seeing another. He pranced up and down and giggled, a high pitached squeal it had seemed to be.
"Hello! Hello!" she excalimed over and over, her blue (I think ><) eyes opened wide and unblinking. "What's your name? Mine is Jigglypuff!" She wiggled her bottom and stared at the male. The happy-go-lucky female had met a Soq, of course bigger, she never saw many small Soq like her afterall, and when she thought further than that, she hadn't even met many Soq.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 5:51 pm
Daray flew to a halt, his orange eyes falling on a rushing blur of pink headed in his direction. What in the hell was it?!
Then, the short pink stumpy... thing, started to speak to him. In a high pitched voice that reminded him of a foal... a very happy foal who had gotten into mounds and mounds of sugar. But this creature looked far too different than any foal he had ever seen. For one thing, the legs were stumpy for it's body, and not lanky and long like most foals. And she.. or it, or whatever it was... didn't seem to be young, from the face, but what did he know?
"Wha... hello there," he finally said, wondering if he shouldn't be backstepping away from this foreign creature. "I'm... I'm Daray. If you don't mind me asking... what's a Jigglypuff?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 7:33 pm
The female giggled. "I'm Jigglypuff! You know... A usdia..?" the pink horse said, tilting her head. She couldn't believe he didn't know what a usdia was though! The twitched her pink ears and made a big frown, something she never did. "I can't, no, won't believe that you don't know what a usdia is..!"
She dropped her head, her pink, curly hair surrounding her saddened face. What should I do now? she asked herself, puzzled and indesive. She slowly lifted up her head and stared at Daray. "What else do you possibly don't know?!" she asked, her blueish-green eyes looking as if they were tearing up.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 10:12 pm
"You look kind of like a horse," Daray admitted, taking a cautious step forward to examine the creature a bit better. "You seem to have all the same parts as a horse... only smaller. Though I've never heard of a Usdia before... "
He stood there, puzzled, trying to come up with answers in his head. How was it that a creature like this existed and he had never known about them until now? Usdia must be... perhaps a herd of strange mini-pink horses with big innocent looking eyes? It was a scary thought, dozens of these little creatures swarming around, with high squeaky little voices.
"Jigglypuff..." he said, testing out the term. It was a funny word, but he liked funny words. "Well, Jigglypuff of the Usdia. What brings you to this land? And where is the rest of your herd?"
Hi started stammering at her tears. It was rare for him to make a mare cry, no matter what size she was, and it confused and bewildered him that this one was almost immediatly crying at what he said.
"I'M....I'M SORRY!" he quickly blurted out, unsure of what exactly he should be feeling sorry about. He had learned, from experiences with his moody mate, that apologizing was definitely the best way to go. Even if you don't have a clue as to what's going on.
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