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 Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 4:04 pm
Dia trampled the grass as she ran across the empty field. It was a warm spring evening, and Plague was nowhere in sight. Which meant he could be anywhere.
Cursing to herself, she noted how she wasn't running as fast as she usually did. Was she growing out of shape? Hanging around Plague for the weeks they had been together must have cut back on her exercise, though she couldn't recall exercising any less when she was with him as opposed to not.
Her eyes glanced around at the environment surrounding her, looking for any black winged figure that might be lurking in the distance. Her nose, though not nearly as strong as other creatures' continued to sniff the air for any foul odor that might derive from a certain mutant.
He was bound to be around somewhere... or could he have finally found himself a distraction worth ignoring her over?
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 4:41 pm
She had found a nice, cool patch of grass that had been kept shaded from the heat of the sun throughout the day. As the sun set dew had formed on the grass making it perfect then to flop down on for a good roll. While she didn't care for submerging herself in bodies of water this made for a wonderful way to clean the day's dirt off of her pale pink coat and she could do so without soaking her tail!
After she was convinced that her coat was clean she rolled to her feet, giving herself a good shake. "Much better..." She murmured to herself as she tossed her head high. It was a beautiful evening; a beautiful end to a beautiful day.
An end to a day... A night that was just begining... And such a good start it had.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 7:20 pm
Dia's ears perked as she heard a faint rustle in the distance. The land was relatively flat, with the exception of a few curves, so she was able to tell if anything walked across the field, yet not if anything lurked among the neighboring forest. Her eyes darted about in the direction of the noise, and landed across a young looking mare, who sported her own coloring. Had it been any other time, Dia might have taken offense to the young beauty stealing away her pink and white, but not today. Today, she was running away, needing escape from Plague's ever watchful eye.
She made her way across the field and approached the mare, who seemed content in her grass rolling to care if anyone was around.
Dia, who was prepared to snap at the mare out of frustration and anger, paused for a moment to calmly revert to herself back into her usual personality... the personality she loved to practice and perfect, before Plague's arrival. Perhaps she needed to practice some more on this young mare, to distract her from the imminent arrival of the mutant.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 5:55 pm
Her brow lofted slightly as she turned her head, catching sight of something that seemed to be just as vibrant in coloration as she was... If not moreso due to the way the pink stripes on her legs stood out so brightly against her white... And that hair?
She smirked, closing her eyes for a moment as she waited for the mare to approach her. Many would think that closing their eyes when a predator lurked about was a bad idea. It was. She wouldn't deny that... But, for now, she failed to believe that she was in any sort of danger. Had she been she would have been attacked by now. She hadn't heard the other mare approach. Her defenses had been down completely and she wasn't about to change that now.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 6:56 pm
So the mare was going to ignore her now, was she?
Dia snorted, and made her way closer to the pink and white horse, only stopping when she was a few feet away, her pink eyes watching the mare's closed eyes in case they'd open and pay her the attention she most definitely deserved.
She tossed back her pink and purple curls, rustling some of the candy wrappers as she did so. She was not about to let some haughty little thing try to make her feel inferior. Dia knew she had to earn at least some respect from being a kalona, after all, much less the beauty she expressed in her every move.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 7:17 pm
She opened one golden eye, tilting her head slightly to peer at the other mare. "So you did decide to come a bit closer... Here I was begining to think you were more of the lurking sort. With a coat such as yours I didn't really think such a thing was the case... But one never knows these days..."
That sly little smile of hers was so close to being a smirk as she gave her head a light toss. Short mane fluttered slightly before falling still once more, tail twitching once behind her. She waited for a moment, letting the silence sink in again only to quickly interrupt it with her own softly alluring voice. "Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 7:26 pm
Dia huffed, and her bat-like wings shifted behind her. How horribly rude of this mare... didn't she realize that there was a kalona in her presence, of all creatures?!
"Beauty, m'dear, has no need to hide, nor roll in the grass, like some common dog," she snorted back, her pink eyes meeting the golden cat-like ones of the stranger. "We stand out on our own, and should be respected as such."
Stepping forward, after the brief silence, Dia tossed her own long mane back and raised her head proudly in the air. "I am Diabetia, and it would do you good to remember it, for it's a name only the most beautiful can possess."
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 7:37 pm
"Mm... Then I suppose you're the sort who would rather submerge herself completely in water? Either that or you simply never clean your coat." She closed her eye once more, grin spreading a bit further. "I happen to enjoy keeping myself clean without the risk of my tail tangling as it dries. If it tangles it isn't nearly as lovely when I swish it." She did so for emphasis.
Stretching her neck she shifted her stance, turning so that she could open both eyes to eye the other mare properly. "Diabetia, is it? I shall try to remember it although I believe that something like 'Dia' would be far easier for one so terribly simple such as myself..." There were mocking tones in her voice but she still managed to grin; more teasing than anything malicious. "As for a 'common dog' I fear that is where you made your mistake... You see, I am certainly no dog. Kat, or Katarina if you prefer to keep things formal, Dia."
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 8:40 pm
"Well, you certainly wag your tail like one," Dia replied smugly, watching the mare's long tail move back and forth. "I think you were misnamed at birth, dear Kat, for you appear much more canine than you ever would come across as feline."
She ignored the shortening of her name, less she give more fodder for the mare to tease her with. The kalona knew the mare was being sarcastic with her, but took advantage of it. "Oh, I agree. Poor thing, it must be hard for you to remember such things when you're too busy forgetting your own species."
She tossed her head back and gave off a high-pitched laugh, mostly for show and in hopes of embarrassing the rude creature. It wasn't every day that Soquili stood up to her, despite its intelligence or lack thereof, and Dia was taking a secret pleasure in the banter between the two of them. It was almost enough to distract her from the reason she had wandered so far. Almost.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 9:35 am
"Wag? No, no, no... My tail is no more suited than yours is for wagging, Dia." Her grin shaped easily into a sly smile as she closed her eyes once more, tilting her head high. "I have no trouble recalling what species I am, dear, although it seems to me as if that problem might be yours... Calling me a dog when you have teeth like that?"
She opened one eye again letting it lazily drift over the other mare. Her brow lofted as she caught what, to her, looked like an additional curve to an otherwise lean, muscular mare. "Don't tell me... You're carrying puppies, aren't you? You have my condolences. Your figure will never be the same, you know..."
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 9:01 pm
"Kalonas, if you knew anything dear Kat, are born with fangs, which help them shred and chew on meat of lesser unfortunate creatures... like yourself."
She grinned, further exposing the sharp teeth she spoke of, and her pink eyes wandered away from the mare's cat-like golden slits to examine the rest of her dainty features.
Her eyes stilled, however, as the mare made a snippy comment about 'puppies'. Raising her eyes back up to meet the opposing female's she glared, not quite understanding where the words had come from. "What are you talking about?"
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 10:50 am
She couldn't help but smirk as she took a step towards the other mare, lowering her head just enough that she could better inspect Diabetia's figure. "That is what I'm talking about, Dia. If you cared half as much about your appearances as you've been prattling on then I highly doubt you'd let yourself put on a bit of extra weight by eating one too many strawberries."
She stepped back, giving her head a light toss as smirk turned into grin. "You're either expecting... Or you're fat. Which is it?"
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 7:04 pm
Dia stared long and hard at the mare, and silently watched as she lowered her head, motioning towards the kalona's stomach.
This mare must be touched in the head, Dia thought to herself, one eyebrow raised. Either that, or she lived amongst starving Soquili. Though she might be a bit out of shape, Dia took pride in her figure, and would never let her attention lapse from it. She wasn't about to turn into some wrinkled old ugly mare, if she could help it. So, naturally, this mare had to be mistaken. Such a silly, foolish thing.
"You don't know what you're talking about," the candy kalona snorted, taking a step back from the nosey mare who had approached her. "You obviously have a very misconstrued view of how a horse should look like, to come up with silly conclusions like that. I am neither fat, nor pregnant." She spat out the word with disgust, appalled at the very thought. Her, a mother? What a horrible nightmare.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 7:20 pm
Oooh! This was grand. She continued to grin as she lofted her head high, trotting to turn a slow circle before the other mare. "This is what a mare should look like, Dia-darling. See how lean my legs are? How sleek my sides? Now... Turn your head. That's it. Turn and look at your side." She gestured quickly with her nose. "See that stretch there. I don't know how you couldn't when it's so very obvious to one so simple such as myself..." The way that word was said, soaked with sarcasm, spoke of just how 'simple' she believed herself to be. "If you aren't fat you're pregnant. If you're so insistant that you aren't pregnant... You're either putting on some extra pounds or you're lying."
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 7:32 pm
She watched the smug little twit trot around with her head held high. To give her credit, she was as sleek and lean as she boasted, which turned Dia's mood even more gloomier than before. But if this little hussy could do it, who was to say Dia couldn't?
Ignoring the command from Kat to examine her own side, Dia mimicked the younger female by raising her own head, and starting a trot of her own, hoping to circle around the boastful creature. Instead of trotting gracefully, however, Dia felt the same reoccurring awkwardness to her step as she had felt when she was running away from Plague. For some reason or another, she wasn't able to keep a perfect balance as she trotted, and only managed to make it halfway around circling Kat, before she finally stopped and took the mare's advice to look down at her side. Could she really have gotten that out of shape?
What she saw horrified her. Instead of the trim, beautiful ivory stomach she once had, she found a large bulging plumpness that had taken its place. She knew she had gained a bit of weight, but really had it been this much?! It couldn't be anything else besides fat... it wasn't as if she.. as if she...
Raising her head, she gave a blank stare as the memory hit her, and hit her hard. Indeed, there was a possible chance she could be pregnant. Slim, but possible. The idea had never occurred to her; she never believed it could happen. Never wanted it to happen. Wouldn't believe it happened.
Could she really and truly be... pregnant?
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