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 Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 10:28 pm
 With a moan, the twitchy foal fell from his feet and stared at the ground blankly. Nothing he ever did made sense, so his sudden movement obviously proved this.
"Uhh.." a spasm had hit him so bad that he had fallen and face planted. His next movements involved some twitches, and a few winces. When his body seemed to be chill again, he was too lazy to do anything, so he just layed on the ground.
He hadn't seen his parents in awhile, and most older Soquili were too afraid of him to do anything. He was the coloring of an insultantly blood red, and he really had no idea of that fact. It was strange that he was still alive, and the reality of it all never hit him.
His disguting mix of a body winced a few more times until everything seemed to be ok. He started moving his tail to make sure his body was alright, and he slowly was able to pull himself up again. Growing pains seemed to be driving his body wild, and he scoffed at its ridiculous ways. His mind was starting to adjust itself better, and his insanity was slightly more controlled. But, his speech was lagging, but he didn't care, all he needed the mouth for was to eat.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 4:07 pm
Hearing the strange sound that emitted from the foal, his head snapped around dangerously quick, curiousity begot the older brute so easily. Taking a leap over a small brush, he found himself face to.. well sort of face with a small colt, who was laying on the ground, every so often a part of him twitching violently, which made Jack worry. Was it dying? Did it have seizure or what was happening. The fact that the colt was so red had paid little attention in his mind, he too was coated in such a violent red in parts.
Frowning widly, his muzzle stretching back as he peered at the smaller one, pacing around it as he watched the foal's body slowly finish twitching. "It would appear you ares sstable once more. Are you allright?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 4:50 pm
Spade jerked his eyes up to see a crazy looking unicorn in front of him. What? A Unicorn? The bristles on his body shot up and he used all of the force in his body to snarl at the other creature. " I HATE UNICORNS! ITSS YOUR FAULT I AM RUINED I HATE I HATE YOU!" With a another jerk, he felt his jaw lock, and after a moment he was able to untwitch and return to his snarling behavior.
He was so blinded by the fact that the unicorn tried to help, that he continued frowning with utter rage.
His little wings shook, and he tried to bask up the energy to continue speaking. But- it was strange, the stallion didn't look like a normal unicorn that roamed the land, and the little UniKalona stared for a moment before relaxing his eyes. Even his twitching subsided, since he seemed deep in thought. "Yeah.." he said, with a quiet mumble.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 11:40 am
A sharp sound of jingling burst out in the little clearing as Jack's head snapped back when the emotional explosion had suddenly came from the muzzle of the little.. whatever it was. Taking a few steps back to give the little one some of his space, the oddly glowing eyes of the stallion looked over the colt once before he decided to attempt a conversation once again. He had truely not expected such an outburst from something so small.
"It'ss good that you're slowly getting more well.. and.. jusssst for the record; I'm not entirely fond of unicornsss at timess, myself. Too dainty." he started, attempting to bridge some kind of agreement between the two of them. Back whilst he was still uncursed, he had always been a bit.. different. Not exactly Unicorn quality. "But it soundsss like you have a persssonal vendetta. You are bound to thisss accurssed bloodline, too. Am I correct?" he queried. It wasn't that he hated being a unicorn, himself, it was that the pure bloodline made it difficult for him to feel.. any remotely comfortable with his own curse.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 12:22 pm
"YOUR DAMN RIGHT!" Spade said, while spitting some saliva towards the ground. He had completely ignored the first sentences that the stallion said, and went straight towards what was bothering him.
But.. after a moment, he noticed what the stallion had said about Unicorns.
"We are both cursed, into this flower loving- pansy a** breed. But, at least you aren't like me." Spade said, while drooping his ears. "Others won't kill you because of what you are." Unless he was a meal of course. But, the stallion in front of him looked tough enough to handle himself in that scenario.
"I didn't know there were different types of unicorns.. I guess that is kinda cool." he said, looking up with childish eyes. The black stallion looked almost evil, so maybe unicorns were varied like that? His body then spasmed lightly, but since his emotions were calm he was able to relax now. He wanted to know more about the stallion, and why he was a different unicorn. "Are you evil?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 5:24 pm
Unable to control himself, Jack's head tilted to an extreme right, ear flickering and maw stretching to a dangerous degree of a thoughtful frown, as if his mouth had split his face in two neat pieces, almost. Resting his legs and standing still, he looked down to the other on the ground, the strange winged child in which he couldn't help but become completely curious in.
"That may not be asss true asss you would believe, young one. I .. well..." he trailed, trying to think of a good explaination as to who he was, and why he wasn't quite a "flower-loving-pansy-a**" breed, as some of the other in the bloodline had appeared to be. "... am not quite.. evil asss one would ssay, although I have done many a malice filled thing in my youth. I am not bound to any rulesss~stating how kind hearted I mussst be due to a deep ssseeded cursse that was befallen on me as a whelp."
That seemed like the best thing to state, he thought to himself, and with a shake of his head, he pursued the conversation more. "Think of it as .. I have a ssshacklelesss self-consciousss, to choossse my fate. Mossst do, they jussst cannot see it. I am sssure if you looked for it, you could find your own chain to manipulate."
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 6:56 pm
Spade blinked a few times, before rolling his eyes crazily, and then catching himself in an awful body spasm. "Whaatta?" MAN this stallion was confusing! But.. he thinked he made sense.. maybe Spade was just stupid? He was still learning, afterall.
"I don't think I have any chains on me.." he lifted his hoof and looked at it carefully, JUST to make sure. "So.. are you saying being evil is more complex then I think?" With a light ear twitch, he scampered a few steps closer and sniffed the stallion. "I thought if anything we could control our consciousness, I control mine!" Well, somehow, of course.
When blood was in the air though, Spade was a completely different story!
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 7:28 pm
"Iz.. sssort of metaphorical. The chainsss are in your mind, I'm sure you'll get it when you're older. I sssure as hell did." He stated, frowning a bit with his jagged maw. Taking a moment to shuffle his head and move bits of mane that had slipped into his range of sight, he returned his glowing vision back to the laying down creature, ready to answer any other question he may have. Intelligence was like a fountain, always ready to fill a mind, and he was always able to impart in some.
"I wouldn't think to sssay that being genuinely evil is.. more complex, it jussst hass a lot more moralsss to think about. Both sssides can ultimately make one double-guess themssselvess. One who isss ultimately good may worry if helping ssomeone even if they are chaotic may leave them wondering if they are doing the ultimate right thing. It really dependsss on how much you think about what you're doing... I guesss." he went on about, pausing every so often to let the little one soak it all in, before finishing his little 'lesson of the day'. "There really isss no 'good' or evil', it'ss jusssst the moralsss and lessssons you're raisssed in life. Anyone will consssider themself 'good' and whatever they do not agree with 'evil' in theory. I like to consssider myself "Bizarre"."
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 8:11 pm
Meta.. what?
Well whatever, Spade just snorted before responding to some of the other things the stallion said. "I don't think about what I do, so hopefully I won't have that problem!" A huge grin grew on his face, and he found his tactic of life to be just perfect! "I think thinking is overrated." Ah yes, that defined his personality very well!
"Do you think a lot? That must turn into a headache, that's what thinking does for me." he shivered suddenly though collected himself, and took a moment before looking back at the stallion. "I think my body does all of the thinking, it talks to me secretly with all of these movements."
Insanity was an interesting thing....
"Bizarre sounds better then both good and evil." he finally concluded, while bobbing his head. "I think I am also strange, so I won't pick between good or evil. I'd rather do my own thing." He really was just blabbering to the stallion, as he always did.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 8:27 pm
Giving a soft chuckle to the little one's ideas of life, he just clicked his maw a few times and shook his head, wondering how silly genetics must have played when he was created. It kept him on the tips of his hooves though, never knowing what he'll come up with next. It was seeing himself at the beginning of his own accursed insanity.
"Great wissdom comesss with a lot of thinking. I like to believe I think a lot, but I am not the wisssesst of horsse. But yess.. sssomedays I do get headachess from thinking too much. But.. Unlike your twitching, my cursse speaksss to me. I was not alwayss how you see me now." he answered truthfully, although this time his voice did not waver this time, he knew his fate.
"Perhapsss it would be besst to consider your self neutral, or like me, bizarre. It makess for interesssting timesss, and less issues with what to do when a ssituation comess up." he finished, chuckling at the colt. He was much more intellegent than he led on. It was a youthful, vigilante like intellegence, yes.. but it had a lot of merit to it. He would grow up wise.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 8:36 pm
"I like that idea.. being neutral seems more fitting to who I am, since I am a creation of many things.." he sighed, trying to understand all of these concepts. His youth was seriously holding him back, but maybe it was just his brain...
Bringing his small face back at the stallions, he wagged his spaded tail and grinned playfully. "Whats your name, mister, so I can remember? Mine is Spade!" Spade- so he would be reminded of the nasty mix that he was. Even his name called to him in a curse. But, ignoring those memories, he focused hard since he wanted to remember the stallions name. He didn't meet or talk to many Soquili, so it seemed he might make a kind friend out of this discussion.
"What could you have possibly been before? Hopefully not nice! That would be weird.." To imagine the dark unicorn hanging out with other fluffy unicorns made Spade feel sick in a sense. It just wasn't natural!! "I wonder if I will change when I grow."
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 1:13 pm
"Sssometimes being one of many thingss can be a blesssing. But I underssstand what you are ssaying." he stated, quickly, almost to put the issue to rest for now, there would be no end for that conversation this day; an issue to raise a friendship in life on. Or something to that effect; the unicorn had never stayed in places long to develope life-long relationships with others. Maybe he should start. "But I wasss not much of a creature, back in the day, lessss colour and more naivety. I'd rather forget about the old Jack."
Hearing the sudden introduction from the little one, his eyes widened in a youthful amusement, before flickering his tail once or twice, and answering the query. "Sssspade, a very interesssting name, indeed. Fitting for one ssssuch as yourself. I myself, am known asss Jack-B-Nimble. A fairy-tale name, for sssure."
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 6:09 pm
Jack B Nimble? That was a weird name! But strangely, it suited the stallion very well.
"Can I call you Jack then? Cause' um.. sometimes I am bad at remembering things, its a small problem.." He was ALWAYS bad at remembering things, but he figured might as well be honest about the truth. "My name is fitting? I never really thought of it that way, its just a word.."
Obviously he had a lot to learn, because he felt himself confused by many of the things the stallion was saying!
"I guess now that I look at you I can see you are kinda scary. Scary is good.. I hope to be scary.." Yes, that was all that was needed, and he hoped he would grow into something disgusting. "I can't really describe it, but at least you aren't white and fluffy." he snickered lightly, but twitched at the end and was silent.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 2:15 pm
Jack softly chortled when he watched the youth bank the name into his memory, before nodding to him, sending anothe rhythm of jingling and clinking through the air. "But of course, you can call me Jack. Mossst do anywaysss, Jack-B-Nimble isss somewhat of a mouthful to remember."
Turning his head to regard the area once more to see if any other creeps and spooks had appeared while he was conversing with the youth, he shook his head, evident that he was still listening avidly to the colt. "I do hear that a lot, being frightening hasss it's advantagesss. I haven't had a natural predator attempt to hurt me in awhile. I sssupossse it's part intimidation, part unsure as to what it's ssstalking." he started, before shaking his head a bit more, this time to move his mane, not so much for the conversation. "But, assss a pointer, it'ssss only 50% how you look, when it comesss to being frightening. You have to have the attitude alsssso."
Although he knew down inside, it wasn't really the smartest thing to be teaching foals how to be synister, or frightening - it was a change in pace to find one who was interested in being a spook.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 3:08 pm
"I have some horrible predators.." he then said, with a slight gulp. "I am unlucky I suppose, since they entire Kalona race wants me dead." Was being an abomination really that terrible? Spade certainly didn't think so! His body reacted terribly to his thoughts, and he shivered uncontrollably for a moment, before breathing again.
"I need to work on attitude, that's my biggest problem. I am told I am and will be scary but.. I am also told I am not smart."
But who ever said that brains needed to be taken into account to being scary? None of it made sense to Spade, and he growled as he thought about how others reacted to him. "I dunno, there is something about you that would be scary, like because you are different." Others did fear what they didn't understand, anyhow..
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