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Post by stitchedskull on Apr 26, 2006 20:41:23 GMT -5
(sorry, little muse.) Ivory crania rose from the earth's whispy, green hair, but was drawn down, as if help by a rope. Scared, storm hued eyes stared at her looming figure. He was in no state to bolt, pressed against the roots of a warm tree, hind curled ot his belly, with one foreslint out, the other curved around his chest. Snorting lightly, his breathing rose, dark pupils dialting as he thought on his options. Fight, or try to flee. Shaking himself softly, he recalled her. Not as a friend, but one who meant no harm. His head rose and cocked, like a learning foal. Soldiers sat upright, arching in her direction before the pools relaxed on her once more.
"What is it you want?" He asked meekly, hardly able to recall their past talk before they ventured into the shelter of the woods. It wasn't memory lose, it was more due to an overcrowding in his mind. Pety things like words didn't concern him much, and had little anchor to his memory. The harbor of his brain had more important, troubling ships to be concerned with. "My name is September Memories." The bronc thought impolite to not give his title, unsure if he granted her with it yet. |
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Post by ♥/tiyre on May 11, 2006 19:19:25 GMT -5
c.arila
Hesitant... Nothing else could describe the mare so well. Cloud and sky mare cocked her head at his words, wondering why he seemed to not remember her. Oh, well. That was something that rarely happened, and in truth it was refreshing to not always be concidered the "top of the heap". At his name, she smiled. So... he gave his out. Her own was easy, and she'd give it to him, if only for a friend. The friend she never had.
I am Carila
n.obody's F.OOL
((*cringe* my uber-long post sucked my muse! Oh, well....)) |
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Post by stitchedskull on May 14, 2006 14:59:26 GMT -5
Lifting his forehalf, he pulling a flint from under him, thudding it back on the ground before him. He nodded his crania, tapping the earth with his velvets, motioning for her to lie down as well. It felt awkward for him to be looking up so high at another.
"Carila?" He said, then nodded. "Carila." The second time it was whispered to himself as he tried to remember the name. It would be easy enough for him. "What brings you here? The weather is horible." He felt the breeze along his haunch, a few raindrops pouring in through the leaves. With a sigh, he hoped to find better shelter. Behind him was a small rock over hang. It could fit them both with easy, tightly, but easily. Now, did he really want to get up and move to the new shelter? It was hardly fifty yards away, but he would have to get up, a task he didn't feel like doing at the moment. Perhaps if she went, he'd go.
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Post by ♥/tiyre on May 26, 2006 17:21:59 GMT -5
c.arila
Taking the cue, blue splashed czaress settled her mutt body beside the dappled stag. Firey orbs watched him in interest. Stags had always been below her - now it was different. But she still didn't know him. Sure, she knew his name - September Memories - but that was little. Also, he seemed to change suddenly. Carila was caught in a snare of curiosity.
His words entered her auds, passing over her brain. Smile met his words as she shook her head, the very weather getting in her eyes.
Horrible weather? This was always a favorite - the rain, the wind. It reminds me of my old home. Of Baka and Rebel... I come because my herd bored me. After all, I am one who only adventure calls too. Sure, I was supposed to rule in my mother's stead, but such a tedious task! All the stallions were idiots!!!
she replied, laughing softly.
n.obody's F.OOL
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Post by Corpse on Jun 3, 2006 21:27:52 GMT -5
September settled back down with her, auditories intent on her sounds. He nodded on occasion, smile on his grey velvets.
"All stallions /are/ idiots." He said once she was through. Memoirs didn't really think of himself as a stallion. There was no reason to. More often he related to the mare's, and rather speak with them, than the important matters of how to raise a proper herd. He could, quite frankly, care less about how to raise a herd. Never would he want to, and even if he did, he never would.
"I only knew one decent one..." His words made his muzzle grow a bittersweet smile, eyes distant and sad. A heavy sigh took it's leave of his body. "Nevermind." He muttered and turned his head from her gaze. His mind was elsewhere. What to think? What to think of something that rips tears to your eyes, but to forget would make life utterly vacant? And the happy thoughts only reminded him of what he didn't have, and forced him to question why he no longer possessed such joy. |
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Post by ♥/tiyre on Jun 14, 2006 18:28:49 GMT -5
c.arila
Femmora nodded, agreeing to the statement. She didn't feel as though he was a stallion - merely a friend. A friend who didn't pressure her into anything, who let her chose her own path. That was a true friend.
Carila cocked her blue head, imploring with her liquid sapphire eyes about the "stallion" Septemper Memories was speaking about. A non-idiotic stallion? Was such a thing possible? Wonder caught her breath as she waited.
n.obody's F.OOL
((sorry - muse = 0. Working on new site *cringe*)) |
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Post by stitchedskull on Jun 19, 2006 14:03:34 GMT -5
With a soft sigh, his averted gaze flickered up to her. "I'm sorry." Shaking his head he lay it in the damp grass. "It's something of a long story." After a long, slightly awkward silence, he spoke again. "Have you never had a mate, before?" He asked. "If it's alright to ask. I understand it can be a touchy subject." By no means was he questioning if he could be her mate. Not a cell in his brain wished that. They wished not for a mate, but for a love, and this femmora didn't qualify, simply because she was a femmora.
He looked up at her with grey pools as he awaited her words. September was quite fond of Carila. She was kind and honest, and seemed to care, even though they had just met. As he thought about how he felt about her, Memoirs began questioning what she felt. Perhaps he was just another idiot stallion. Though, never did September see himself as a stallion. |
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Post by ♥/tiyre on Jun 20, 2006 0:24:36 GMT -5
c.arila
Blue shook her head, grinning softly. Oh, if only he knew the stallions she had had a pick from!
Nay, I've had no mates, no lovers. I've found none who I'd want - merely ones that wanted me. So of course I had to turn them down.
Just like her mother - she could never obey another. Never counted as the same - except for the same as Rebel. But Rebel loved any stallion that didn't attempt to harm her foals. Oh, so many foals! Carila was the eldest of her father's children - Rebel had had two mates before, and untold after. But Carila had been chosen to be heir - mainly because Siren wanted to kill the King (not her father; Rebel had killed her father previously); Ikkakujuu had gone to find greater, brighter skies; Raven was constantly attacked because she was thought to be her sister; Nevermore, because she was the sister, and was too silent, too... hurt; and little Uraraka had died of a strange virus due to imbreeding (that was when Rebel finally decided to get a new stallion - Baka wasn't cutting it). But she had given it up. Why? Because she had to be classified as different. Just as Rebel had been different from leaving her family. Oh, to be the same as someone different!
n.obody's F.OOL
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Post by Corpse on Jun 23, 2006 18:18:48 GMT -5
September shifted his weight again, listening to her words.
"I supose you're lucky enough to have those who want you that you don't want, rather than the other way around. My pickings are.... really rather slim. You know." Shaking his head, he gave a soft sigh. "I've had one mate... er... love you could say. Wasn't much of mate." A dry-humored huff of laugh made him feel awkward. As he thought about the stallion, he frowled and looked away from her, taking intrest in a twig in the grass.
The two had met at a creek. September was bathing and drinking, the other resting. The other, Tainted Romance, was a dark chestnut with a black banner. He was a fine horse. Neither had a herd, and became two bachelor brothers, then, their friendship grew and grew, until it was something more. Two years of happiness went by, until September woke to find his lover gone. In a panic, he searched about, finding his body in the pit of a gorge. A nearby mare told him the chestnut had taken his own life. Since then. September didn't know how to cope, and took full blame for the other's death upon his shoulders. Since, he had never really been the same. |
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