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 Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 2:30 pm
 Tiffany flicked her tail back and forth as she strutted along the river. She enjoyed doing this, because she could see her reflection in the water. She knew she was good looking, and it was nice to be able to enjoy herself in seeing herself.
It was a nice day out, the trees and flowers nearly in bloom, nut most still in their bud. She looked down and one large, beautiful white flower amongs many unbloomed ones, the outside of there buds a drab grey color.
"Little flower, you remind me of myself. More beautiful and radiant then the rest, and clearly bigger and better. But one day some of hte little ones might catch up, and that won't happen with me. Sorry" she said, smiling down at the flower.
She plucked it with her teeth, and carried it, adding to her performance for herself along the streem.
"Now", she said, putting down the flower and looking at it again for a moment, "You are almost as good as me, because you add to my beauty, and you will die before the others even begin to catch up, isn't that wonderful?"
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 2:39 pm
It had been quite the plesant day. Though not unlike any other day previously. There really wasn't anything all that special about this particular day that stood out amungst the red.
Yiska had taken to wandering along the sandy shore of the river. His hooves creating large hoof prints in the wet dirt as his large body moved as fluidly as the water. A small breeze lifted his curly mane and tail momentarily, and a quick flick of his tail released it from the wind's grasp.
After having made his way quite a distance, he realized he was in an area he wasn't quite familiar with. No matter. He's just go back the way he came once he felt like going home. Yiska stopped at the edge of the water. Peering down, light green eyes staring back at him as he looked at his white face. It really was the only marking on him that stood out. At least to him anyway. The same white face that he had inherited from his father.
A few seconds of contemplation, then he lowered his head to drink from the cool waters. The liquid flowing down his throat slowly, soothed it's dryness.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 2:46 pm
Tiffany continued her one-mare-parade for quite some time, occasionally picking more flowers until she had quite the bouquet. Quite a nice day, really. The loved it when everthing was in bloom, of course, but being the one to stand out was quite good too. Not that any stupid flowers could upstage her, anyway.
Tiffany was so wrapped up in looking at herself, that she didn't notice she was approching a stallion. In fact, she didn't even notice him untill she foiudn herself running directly into him. She stumbled, nearly falling.
"What did you do THAT for" she snapped at him, trying to regain her composure. "You could have gotten my dirty, or messed up my hair...or...or... hurt me!" she added, taking a few deep breaths. "You really ought to watch where you are going."
The mare looked herself over. Ah, he was quite lucky, she hadn't gotten a single strand of hair misplaced, nor was any part of her body tarnished by the dirty ground. Good, good. But really, why had he done it? Didn't the stallion know who he was dealing with?
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 3:24 pm
The young stallions body shifted momentarily as something had run into him. With the shock of impact, he nearly inhaled some water. Which would have been bad. Coughing up a lung full of water was never a plesant experiance.
His ears perked for a moment as he turned his head to see what had run into him. A white mare, covered in flowers. But as soon as she started yelling at him, his ears flattened against his head which lowered. A curly forlock falling over his eyes as he frowned, like a small puppy being hit on the nose with a newspaper.
"I'm....I'm sorry." He said as he tried to hide his face more in his hair. It was bad enough mare made him shy, but this one was yelling at him! "Are you...are you ok? You're not hurt?"
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 3:34 pm
"Hump. No, I am fine, lucky for you, and you better be sorry. But, because I am SUCH a wonderful mare, I will forgive you. In fact, for your so admirable obediance, I will even grace you with my name. It is Tiffany. And yours?" she aked, looking down at him.
Ah, it warmed her heart good to have such an submissive stallion. It seemed like lately all the stupid soquili were such fighters, always preeching to her about 'personality over looks' and 'not treating others like they are lower then you', but why did she have to abide by those stupid rules? They were for lower beings.
"Now straighten up" she snapped, suddenly feeling like she ought to be bossy. "Don't you know it is unattractive and impolite to slouch in the midst of a Lady? And fix your hair, don't let it fall in front of your eyes like that. You certainly arn't the most fortunette looking soquili in the world, oh no, not even close. But usually one's eyes are one's best feature. Unless you are me, in which case EVERYTHING is your best feature. But anyway, you arn't me. So don't let your hair look so ratty"
Tiffany often went on ego trips like that, critisizing others, comparing them to herself, and putting them down for not being comprable. Was it unfair, of course! But maybe if the other soquili paid as much attention to their outside appearence as they did to being 'nice', the world would be a much more gorgeous place. But maybe not, some just simply were not meant for beauty.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 3:43 pm
Yiska's body weight shifted slightly in his odd position. He flicked his curly tail a few times as he watched her from behind his mane. She sure seemed like the type that was full of herself. Kind of like his father, but.....his father wasn't quite this bad. "My name's Yiska..."
He didn't even have time to answer with a 'Nice to meet you' before she was snapping at him again. His head snapped upward, which in effect flicked his hair away from his face. Revealing his white face. His eyes blinked a few times as she continued to ramble about how perfect she was. Perhaps in looks, maybe. But her attitude left more to be desired.
His mind gave a great sigh as he stood there like a foal out in the open being scrutinized by others. Such wasn't a position the he was comfortable in he realized. "Sorry. I...didn't know." Was all he could get out between her long winded speak about how isn't wasn't polite to slough like that, or how eyes were one's best feature. But then came the insult she had slung at him, made him grimace a bit. He certainly didn't think he was the best apple in the bunch, but he at least did have some sort of look to him, even if it wasn't the most desirable.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 9:08 am
She smiled as the stallion followed her commends. He seemed a bit taken aback by her... strong personality, but at least he was listening. Very rarely did a soquili take her exellent advice, so when theydid, it made her very happy.
"There! THERE! See? See now look how cute you are! Ok, maybe cute is pushing it a bit, but certainly you are better looking then AVERAGE now. Maybe. Anyway, you look quite a bit better, much more presentable. See how listening to others can help you benifit, particularly me? I live to serve!" she said with a grin.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 1:48 am
An eyebrow raised quizzically as she continued to rant and rave. It really was quite draining and he couldn't get much of a word in edge wise. This mare just really didn't know when to stop talking! She also has the habit, from what he noticed, of complimenting then back tracking to turn it into more insults.
"I would figure you lived to have others serve you..." He said under slightly baited breath. Not as an insult, but as a general comment. Kind of like some high and mighty Princess who had the mind set of it's my way and nothing else. He had heard from his mother and the few others that were attached to his mother's two legger about some Soquili who thought they were royalty and above the rest. Though he never figured he'd come across one as they seemed to be few. At least with this type of ego.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 6:51 am
((Sorry for the cruddy responce last time. I was in class and the bell caught me before I could properly finish X_X))
"Hmm? Others serve me?" she paused for a moment. "Yes, yes, that would be absolutly fabulous. Ohh! Are you OFFERING? Becuase, you know. If you served me, maybe you would look better!" she said, thinking about how wonderful of a soquili she was, helping this poor stallion become something!
"But then I woudl probubly look worst..." she said, thinking for a moment. Helping others...looking good...helping others.... looking good. Looking good, definetly. "Maybe if we cleaned you up... she said picking a flower or too, and imagining him with flowers in his hair. No, that would do.
"Get in the water and wash up. I want to see if you will be a proper servent" she demanded, not even thinking that he could possibly not want to be her servant. It was a GOLDEN oppertinuty!! Who wouldn't JUMP at a chance to serve a mare as kind hearted and wonderful as Tiffany?
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 8:21 am
((*chuckles* S'ok. 83))
Yiska's eyes shifted quickly over towards the water. He had a feeling that once he got wet, she'd make some cocky comment about how he looked like a wet rat, or something. In fact, he actually expected it from her.
But. He really didn't want to get yelled at again so he quickly strolled into the water till his whole body was submerged. Dipping his head underneath the surface of the water, he kept himself submerged as he let out his breath slowly. Tiny silver fish flitted around his head, which took his mind off the current situation for a second.
Soon, he could nearly no longer breath so lifted his head out of the water. His curly hair soaked from root to tip. It was slightly straightened out, but still had long curls in it that clung to his neck. After the little dip, he figured that was good enough and made his way back onto the shore. Standing there, water droplets dripped from his body, soaking the ground. He wanted to shake himself, but knew that this mare would probably go stark crazy on him if he got her wet. So he looked around quickly for an area away from her to dry off.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 9:19 am
Tiffany tapped her hoof a bit, waiting for the stallion to finish washing himself. When he finally made his way out, she raised an eyebrow.
"You call THAT bathing? Ew, you must be MUCH dirtier then I expected! You have to clean yourself as you are wet to get all the bigs and dirt off, just getting wet does NOT cut it!" she said, glaring at him. "But I supose it isn't your fault you are so ignorent. Just...do it. OK?!?" she added, making a feeble attempt at being kind.
She waited for him to get back into the water. She wondered if he had any sisters, and hoped that they had better bathing habits then himself. With stallions, it could be excused to a level, but with mares, they should definetly care how they look at all times. Nothing disgusted Tiffany more then a dirty mare. Didn't they get that it was their job to look good?
Of course, no one could look as good as she always did, and she considered that maybe she could cut others some slack, it must be nerve-wrecking to be in the presence of such beauty as herself!
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 10:16 am
"I think I'm clean enough." Was Yiska's only responce, with a quick backwards flick of his ears. The water was still pretty cold and he was already sopping wet. What more did this mare want from him? Did she want him to turn into a wrinkled up prune or something?
More of that condesending attitude. It was really starting to grind at his nerves. And Yiska wasn't one who got irritated easily. This mare was verbally abusive and even though mares made him nervous, it started to slip away in the presance of her with each insult and rude remark.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 10:34 am
She let out a long, dramatic sigh. "Must everyone be so difficult? I guess that will do. Now, you arn't allowed to shake off to much. Go over there and do it just a little, you want your fur, mane, and tail to dry as naturally as possible so your curls will be nice and defined, ok?" she said, trying to think of what else he could do.
Normally she spend hours on end in the water, then hours on end picking and grooming herself. Clearly he wasn't going to do that, which was quite dissapointing. But then again, maybe if she was next to a dingy stallion, she would look better compared to him!
"And after you are done with that, I will start your work in servingme. I would fancy an apple right about now. A big, red one" she said, smiling. Of course, there wern't any apple trees in that part of the woods. In fact, most of the low, good red apples had been picked from the trees, and the only good ones left were up top.
But what did Tiffany care? It wasn't her getting the apples, after all.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 11:23 am
Giving a small mumble under his breath, he wandered over to the area she had indiacated and shook himself off as lightly as possible. Dry naturally? Defined curls? He felt like some sort of show horse, almost. Eh, whatever.
Yiska wasn't one who care much for taking care of his looks. His were wild and rugged in his own opinion. There were better things to do than sit around preening and grooming yourself.
He glanced at her for a second as she talked about him 'serving' her. Perhaps serving her a swift kick in the rump! But, that wasn't too nice. On the other hand, pot kettle black. "An apple?" His green eyes scanned the trees but saw only a few with apples higher up top. The lower ones had been picked away long ago. Well, he didn't feel like traveling far and wide to find her a damn apple.
So, still slightly damp he slinked away for a moment towards a tree not too far away that he could still see some apples at the top. Yiska circled the tree's base, looking up through the leaves. Well, only one way to get them down!
Turning around, he raised up a hinde leg and quickly gave the tree trunk a few powerful kicks with a hoof until the tree was shaking violently. As it stopped a few apples fell to the ground with a thud. He gave a grin but then frowned. She probably wouldn't want to eat anything that he carried in his mouth. Infact, he almost knew that she'd probably turn her nose up at an apple he carried over to her. Lifting his head, he looked over at her before looking at the apples. "Well. Here's your apple!"
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 12:26 pm
Tiffany smiled in delight, this was going just SO well! She got an apple, Yiska got to be her servant (lucky him!), and she even cleaned up his looks! She was SUCH a good Mare! Maybe there was an award for this? If so, she should DEFINETLY get it!
"Thank you sweetY" she said in a suger-coated voice, trotting over and picking up the apple. She crunched into it. Yes, it tasted very good, sweet, with a bit of a sour edge, just as she liked it.
There was another apple on the ground. She stared at for a moment. "Are you trying to make me fat? I can't eat that much, this is just a snack! Come on now, get it out of my sight..." she snapped, wondering why anyone would possibly tempt her like that.
"Anyway, what shall we do now, hmm? I've got my apple, so I supose...you do something, right? Like.....something...dirty? I don't want to do something dirty. But I am bored, so find something for me to do....now." she commanded, trying to put the horrible two apple incedent out of her head.
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