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[lucifer]

How she felt them, their beady little demon eyes, pink claws and puffy cheeks, strewn with fat smirks and high-pitched chirps. To drive her mad, that was their goal, acorns finding flight and crunching beneath her hardened hooves. Swat their fuzzy tails with whispers, damn Squirrels. Oh, but the annoyance didn't show upon her delicate facade, ha, she finally found something of amusement, though still disliking those creatures, she did so find an audience no? Her even stride began to sway with her hips, silken tail wafting away to cascade down her haunches, head rising to eye the seemingly invisible tree-living animals. Oh, they were so jealous, they with their twitchy noses, for she was one sexy beast, no denying it bitches.

Ah, but that game grew old, troublesome to act as such for this mare. Though sleek, slender, toned, and carrying everything of any feminine trait, she was what you may call a tomboy, but she was never one to shy away from some fun with the boys. Her bite is far worse than her bark, or neigh as you see fit. She speaks with the fluid clarity and pitch of an innocent little pony, but find a way to piss her off and you'll regret it, Oor maybe having not even angered her, you might regret it anyway. She was no liar, most of the time, because if amusement were found in a lie, then how could one resist? She was Astrum, it was a simple as that.[/color]

[Denali]

Speckled hide swayed with the rythem from his own hooves. Tri-ple-et, Tri-ple-et. The pattern reverberated from the impact of his rock solid hooves to the earth time after time. No, he did not rightly know where destination of his lay, all he knew was that he was traveling. Lungs expanded and sucked in the combining gasses to supplement his growing bodice. His still lanky body was still quite short, and though he had not grown into himself as of yet, he would definately not grow to serve a very threatening pose, as he would be small for a horse, probably only 14.3 hh or if he got lucky 15hh. But alas, he does not know of the measuring system. So beast traveled, until he found himself encountering a femme that was soo astounding..soo..undescribable. He stopped. Couldn't move. For the first time in his life, he saw pure beauty and grace. He had taken his first baby step towards maturity. The only problem was: it took an unnatrually sexy mare to kick his lazy butt towared its destination to be coming a mature stallion.....eventually.

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[lucifer]

Light filtered through the colored trees above, laying in patterns upon her rusty hide. She liked the silence of words, for the noise of this sheltered land was a soft song...expect for the squirrels, they were just annoying. The feathers at her fetlocks were tugged at by the broken sticks below, while the arms of branches dared to reach out and stroke her sides. Luckily, her name and tail, though thick, were not easy to tangle, so the silken tendrils gave way to the combing of the trees lonely attempts to connect with a breathing creature. The earthen scents were drawn into her large lungs, but upon a second sigh...eww. The stench of some prepubescent little equine.

She wrinkled her nose and let her chocolate robs seek out the lanky figure. She had walked into a less wooded area, light now poured over her flesh and she stopped, four legs square, head lowered slightly before rising. "Eh?" She smirked, walking with a dainty stride toward the young male, hips swayed and plume flicked as she came close.Dial tilted upward."What's wrong with you?"[/color] She asked in a sweet, sarcastic tone. Stamping a hoof in a demand for an answer. Poor brute, he was a perfect candidate to mess with. [/font][/color]

[Denali]

Frozen remained brute as glowing fae floated towards him. Her frame did not grow, as he had expected, rather, it remained the same. She was quite small, but well filld out. Quite mature, quite knowledgeable. As for him, in contrast, quite the opposite. He was, in fact, quite fool hardy. And unfortuantely for him, he was probably about to get his poor ass beaten. No offense meant to you younger readers out there. But all he knew was that, as mature as she was, he suddenly felt like the luckiest "stallion" in the whold wide world.
That is, from his point of view, of course, considering that he was not yet a stallion, as he is only of one year.
However when her sweet sweet tune reached his ears, and finaly sank into his previously numbed brain, his brain awoke with a great start. With the power of thinking returned, he slowly decide on how to reply.
"Nothing really, just taking in the sights."
Where that came from, he knew not, but he did know that although, yes, he was hinting on this sexy beast of a mrare, but at least he didn't sound overly stupid and coltish when he said it. Not to him anyways. and this is the point wher eI, the manipulator debate weathe rI want this colt to look like an absolute idiot of not, like all boys do at some point. For without the moments of idiocy, boy do not grow up to be men. As they neve learn how to properly handle themselves, hence I shall sit and debate this subject whilst I sit and wait for Solyss to reply to my young and deeply "in love" colt.

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[lucifer]

Ah, so he deemed that there was nothing wrong with him? She saw differently, but perhaps this be normal behavior among the colts of these lands, she wouldn't judge him by that. "You always look this way when 'taking in the sights?'" She questioned, brow rising. She let a laugh within, but it never did reach her lips. She cared not for his name, for a name only further classified her encounters, she'd rather leave it up in the air. She gave a soft sigh and gazed at him with a serene look, but she held back her amused smile for this moment. A fly dared to lay upon her pelt, and she directed her energy to a single muscle to shoo it away. Now with less trees, the Autumn breeze whispered and played with her mane as she stood with a collected manner.[/color]

[Denali]

Colt, within, went rigid. how dare she. Assuming that he was some sort of...sort of..colt. Inwardly he pouted. For the first time in his life, he wished that he was older, and wiser, and most of all knew how to deal with the ladies. As for his response, well his mind being as it was, was buzzing with the unusual torment of what we humans would call puberty, however, since we never use this term with horses, I will merely say 'maturing'. At this point he was very unsure of what he should say. He'd never felt this akward before.

"uhh, yes, I mean no..well, really I couldn't say, as it's rather difficult to view oneself when one is unable to look directly at himself. or I mean, I don't know because I can't look at myself. OH How am I supposed to know?!"

At first, all seemed well, however by the end of his speech his once slightly sensible words were whittled down to a very coltish whine. One only used when protesting a parent when they don't, say want to oh, maybe stay within sight, or stay alongside, instead of running off to frolick with their friends. However at this point, his sister like figure finally caaught up with him, and desides to make an appearance. Perhaps to help make a fool out of him, or perhaps she will side, as always with her brother like figure, and defend his stupidity from this..interesting mare.

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((go ahead and post, I'll reply with both afterward))

[lucifer]

As he spoke, she was still, the only movement was the batting of her eyelashes in indifferent blinks. Her ears gave a flick as her gaze went into a distant gloss, seeing as this stuttering wasn't so hard to follow as it was boring, and she wished not for boredom. As he finished, she was silent for a few moments, blinking. Then her maw pried open,"Come again?" She asked in a soft tone, ears flicked. Yeah, she'd caught what he was saying, but is was more fun to make him repeat it...Then her eye caught sight of another form, young at that. Hmm, yes, let us keep the boredom to a low, more company was never discarded, so she simply tilted her head to watch the new-come filly. [/color]

[Denali]

((hokay, sorry 'bout that...xx))

||:Montella:||
so light was her fleabitten 'paloosa pellage that from distance fae seemed white. A healthy sheen glistened as the sun's rays glinted along her lithe bodice. Although she had only just caught Ryshane's last words, even she dissapproved at the way she was said. the stars in his eyes were impossible to miss. It was that obvious. Though she highly dissapproved of his way of expressing his exasperation, she did not like the looks of the fae either. At first glance she was distant - way off, mentally, in la la land. Only when her own movement caught the petite fae's eye did she snap to and come 'round. There seemed to be a hidden smirk within the fem's eyes, subtle as it may be. the energy the fae was was dull and bored. and slightly annoyed. This she liked even less. the more she lingered o're the fae's prescence the more agitated she bacame. Her full and luxurious mane and tail; she felt like a rat compared to her. She was lanky, and ugly in her youthliness with a scrap of a mane and a thread of a tail. Oh how she wished she could nab some of that femme's. If only. At the fae's spoken words she grew intolerant. Deciding it was unfair of Ryshane to have taken off without her she threw her body weight into him, and dug her pincers into his neck, a nip, not a bite. Though when the action took place, harks pinned tightly 'gainst crani'.

"You'll never, ever find yourself with any mare if you keep that up."

Yes, full of her bitter anger as she was, she would bash him for his mistake. Embarass him. Torture him. Whip him up good. Teach him to leave her behind. Weather it be just physically or weather it be to leave her merely as part of his youth-hood. Never would she let him forget her. She was too annoying, and she knew it. No she would be her making sure that he made no stupid mistakes. that was the whole reason she had started out with him anyway. all his mistakes were so ignorantly stupid. Neverthe less, at the time, when they had so bodly ventured away, yes she had at that point crushed on him. so he was cute? so what? Not like other fillies her age didn't think so too, they had and had once been incrediby jealous that he had seemed to take a liking to her of all of them.Be it as it may, she was, now no more than a nuisance to him. that's how she planned to remain.


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WHY did she always have to follow him EVERYWHERE?! Always. Wherever he went she went. No matter what.
He could have walked over a cliff, and yeah, he bet that she probably would too. but NOW? when this..this..absolutely...absolutely..georgous, beautiful, sparkling, glorifying, (mature horomone bearing) fae was here? the fae nipped harshly his nape. He squealed in anger and protest. What did he do to rightly deserve that?
Yes, okay he would admit that he had maybe purposly attempted to leave her behind, yes but only feebly. Was such a bashing so rightly deserved? He didn't think so.
When her words reached auds pinnaes pinned flat and haunches lifted up forehand in rear. Angrily he lashed out at her with his fore feet. Not truly and honestly trying to hurt her, just letting her know that he was severely annoyed with her - beyond words.

"Well what would you expect when you come along and cause all holy hell for me?!?!"

Though his protest was honest, the colt, being brute as he was, did not reflect on his own words. And so it was, alas the brute sucking in the poinons of the stagious air. it is a shame.

[lucifer]

Now what have we here? The tension of a mutual relation was poured heavily into the crisp breeze. Another of her hormone type,a catchy color at that, showed up like a ghost of sorts, though not so fluid in motion. She merely glued a smirk upon than delicate maw and watched the antics of the youthful beings. Ah, but she was not nearly finished with her having fun, so play along did she. "You'll never, ever find yourself with any mare if you keep that up." Oh really? Poor young brute, this fae was filled to the brim with a yearning to ruin his moment of bliss, if be it so called. She liked that these two were younger, for usually was she looking up to view her conversation partners. Sensitive ears flicked back and out in some bemused action as her maw cracked opened.

"Why? Do you not find this charming?"She quirked a brow at the young mare and moved closer to the brute, a laugh was settled inwardly with the subtle sarcasm of her airy tone. Her eyes were unchanged in a stone-set expression, but so eyed both with amusement. Poor male lashed out at that ghastly fae and uttered some complaint, she pretended to ignore the irritance and cocked a hind leg. Now where would this conversation lead to? [/color]

[Denali]

[Montella]



Pistons shifted lithe bodice easily out of reach of the chico's flailing feet. Was this mare stupid? Sure she had age on her in physical years..but talk about utter stupidity. Maybe this mare was, as some would say, "special". in her "own" way. perhaps that was it. Whatever the reason, she took to it naught. Overwhelming emotion as she had never felt before welled up within. she did not know what it was, or it's purpose. Sinew fringed with energy that was not adrenaline. She did not know what to do.

"Be it what you think it is. However, forgive me if I don't follow you over the cliff."

With that she sent a death look upon facade was shot to wards idiotic colt. Sinew bunched and mentally mare, but physically filly pivoted upon haunches and propelled herself off, disappearing as readily as she had come. she was done.

[Ryshane]

[Stupid actions are created by an instable state of mind. However, past the present, they are the foundation upon which the mind is held stable.]
Flints landed sturdily 'pon ground. Bemused smirk or sorts crept into th' chico's eyes. He was pleased that he had run her off. Without his knowing it, it was a first time, but it would not be the last. It was a sign, a symbolism of what is to come. Of what is to become in their relationship. Of what is to be and what is foretold. Perhaps, though, the foretold is not at all what truly is to be, but what is the direct opposite of what things will be. Never will we know. He did not know what was to be, nor the outcome of his life of lies. Nor will he, until they are done and past. Only regrets.
However, at the present, there was this gorgeous, but smallish lithe fae standing before him. ojos turned to take in the beauty of this magnificent mare. Never before had he seen such beauty.
[[|Oh but you have Ryshane....don't you remember the first time you laid eyes upon the graceful filly Montella?|]]
Image flashed within mind, memories, of those days, before. No longer. Lies, all of them. He never truly felt that way anyway. Besides a true stallion's purpose was to spread his genes, and to protect his harem. Harem. That one word which made reasons why stallions were above mares. that was what he would become. His dream, in his own mind, to be the top stallion, below no one; feared by every other stallion, so much to the point, that they would surrender their mares when he but made an appearance on the scene. The mares would gravel at his feet. Telling him how awesome he was. So powerful. A quiver Ran down his spine. [[|one day you'll see Montella, just you wait|]] The thought was slicked and slathered with venom that the colt had never once felt before, of course, in his youthful innocence. But now he was grown- growing, anyways. And soon he would he at the top.

"So, you roam anywhere specifically?"

Not really one for small talk, but not really one for deep conversation, he went with what came out. Not sure what came next, boa lowered and chico nibbled s bit on the grass below his feet, but didn't really eat any of it, he was too focused on the mare.[/center][/size]

[lucifer]

Expression had long since retired into boredom. Lobes flopped and facial features were stern. Oh yes she was special ha! She could live with that, though boredom seeped trough her veins her amusement sparked with a dieing flame as mare became uneasy and eventually dissipated into somewhere that surely wasn't here. Jealous much,dear? Now attention riveted over to the lanky little male and she shifted away, eyeing him before lowering her maw to the chilling ground to pluck some near frozen blades from the soil. Now, what was this? She raised her head momentarily as he spoke, but then lowered it once more, plume flicked lightly."If one were to roam anywhere 'specifically' then wouldn't that contradict the point of 'roaming' dear? " Brow quirked, oh yes, she roamed specifically wherever she felt like it. tsh. [/color]

[Denali]

Her sinew flexed as her evolutionary teeth ripped and tore the tender and slightly frozen grass. Her melodic tune wove itself into his mind and wrapped itself around it. Captured. How easy it was to mettal with such an innocent and undiciplined, unwary mind. So young, soo..tender. Yet, at the same , so incredibly inaccurate. oh, young stupidity, alas all must venture through thoes lands of shame. Or perhaps lands of joyous mischief. Ne're did he think that any mare would but mean as what they said. nor did he ever realize that all had inner voices - consciounces - of their own. Thoughts which provoked inner thought so deep, so unnatural tha the simplest word within it he could not comprehend.

such was this state this mare to him. He could not read her word as much of her could, but of course, she was she. One of herself. Not of another. rare is it to come across another who shares you near every thought, emotion, and understands everything, even that of utter gibberish. polar opposites. In everyway these two were. Old to young, ancient minded to amazingly simplistic. One by which thought of things in utter complex way sthat they are, in great reality, quite simple. Such are the ways are the dumb minded, to speak with such simplicity that they are, in honest truth, complex. Such are matters in Life. How simplistically complex. Baffled as he was by this fae. He was unsure what to do. His mind on the verge of explosion due to stress in this new sitioation of which was foreign to him. Tempted as was beast to leave, some deeper insight, instinct, rooted him to the spot. Perhaps, within past life, he was a tree.

"yes, I suppose. then you call no place home?"

Heaven forgive the innocent and grieve the ill placed.

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[lucifer]

Her neck rose into a comfortable angle, hips cocked as one hind leg lifted to releive pressure upon her joints. Her chocolate, fire-licked- eyes bore into the young male as he was so lost in thought. Creepy almost, and when amusement hit that sense, she would snap the fraying edges of the feeling. Her inner voice was what you got when words left her lips and hit the air, keeping thoughts bundled up just stresse the mind, and hell that was never fun. She was out for fun and comfort, when it wasn't reached, that's when her devilish anticts coughed up new amusing tactics. "Isn't it about your nap time, hun? " She stated in a smooth tone, thick, yet stern. Her gaze was drawn away, this was far longer a time to stay in one place at once than some grazing before it began to snow, and her sinew was tight with stillness. Her nostrils flared and warm air escaped in a cloud of vapor.[/color]

[Denali]

Must one be so rude as to derive and pit the young, and still innocent? Perhaps, and yet perhaps not. Maybe she wa always mean, but whatever the reason, she cared not for him. Oh how his heart ripped apart, torn to shreds, and yet he had known her no longer than a few moments. Her magnificent beauty, thoes ever accusing eyes. Of which he knew naught the reason behind her deep dislike to him, as he had done nothing. At least from his view. Perhpas he was wrong, or had been asking something unknowingly uncomfortable for her. He knew not, only that it ended right here and now. She cared little to not for his prescence. Such is life. there was always Montella..although she had gone awry and ran away. She'll be back. He knew. she always returned.

"No. I sleep not during the the time in which the sun's rays bleach my eyes. Only when it doesn't. You grow impatient with me and care not of my prescence. I will purge your being of my prescence."

He knew not what he said, nor where it came from. perhaps there was some inner part to him by which was linked to her mind, therefore giving him the occasional gift to speak at least halfway intelligently. Maybe not. Who knows. He dared not stay, she would surly do something to him. Pistons carried the colt away, and out of sight. [gone]

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