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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2015 3:45:26 GMT
JENGAwe'll all come crashing down
Golden sunshine to warm ones bones chilled by winter. Fresh emerald blades full of sugar to replenish depleted energy stores. Iced waters to cleanse the pallet, rushing from their icy prisons in the mountains to the plains below. Spring bought so much beauty and life to the land. With a sharp squeal the dirtily dapple beast kicked out his back daggers in a spontaneous burst of energy that evolved into a one horse rodeo as his bulky frame pig-rooted on the spot. As much as he loved the cold, harsh reality of winter Jenga couldn't deny his energetic passion for spring. The energies that filled the world were renewed, flowing strongly through his pillars and lifting his spirit to a celestial high. He didn't even pay attention to the branches and thorns that clung and tore at his pelt with each violent movement, like tiny mountain lion cubs playing with some poor doomed soul.
The intensity of his exertion made the beast feel he had battled a hearty war when in reality it was mere moments before his body stilled with a fulfilled snort. He didn't need others around him to provide entertainment, especially in this season when a number of his kin were followed by annoying little creatures. His harks flicked back against his skull as his thoughts momentarily flickered to what he would do if he came across one of those tiny things but he decided that he was in too jolly a mood to really care about their presence, as long as they didn't shit him up the wall.
With that thought dealt with his attention turned to his bodies needs. He had been picking at fresh leaf sprouts on the trees for some time before his little personal moment and he had become aware of just how dry his mouth had become. His skull rose for his partial gaze to scan the thick vegetation he had been browsing. The rush of water was clear upon the breeze, the large beast using its musical screams to navigate the thick brush until he manged to find a path just large enough for him to follow.
His thickset frame paused as he gazed upon the disturbed earth, skull tilted so his good eye could thoroughly make an inspection. There were marks that indicated others had walked ahead but the scents were old so there was no promise they would still be in the land not that that mattered. What really had his attention were the strange little round things growing on the boggy earth. His nares quivered as he drew the strange objects scent deep into his lungs, his lips tensing as he pondered the information. It smelt musty and old, not even Jenga would ingest such a thing. Pulling his skull up the one of the beasts fore daggers lashed out before him, easily destroying his tiny victim.
His large bulk made another jerky strike as he jumped forth at the mushrooms friend that watched the scene less than a meter away. The corners of his lips curved into a devious smirk as the beast started to pounce and strike his way down the path, leaving a trail of fungal destruction behind him. All too soon the path widened, the boggy earth giving way to thick grass and ending Jenga's fun. The beast pouted in a foal-like manner as he begrudgingly made his way to the edge of the cascading waters, the mist distorting his shadowed frame. The water slid over his tongue and hit his stomach like cold fire, a chilling shudder running through the beasts muscles.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2015 4:29:54 GMT
 your heart grows cold the north wind blows it carries
down the distant... rose She stepped lightly over the forest carpet, eyes searching the floor for any sign that another being - and not a rodent - had been around the last few days. There was nothing but leaves and little prints from squirrels and birds. Shuddering, Rose picked her head up and pushed forwards, forelock dancing in front of her right icy blue eye. The little brown flecks that rested within their icy prison sparkled like little lightening bugs in the night sky. Red roan body moved easily while a big patch of black hugged around her neck. She called it her beauty spot - the black chimera that almost wrapped around her whole neck, chest, and back. There was a tad bit of black on her face that covered most of her blaze.
Something caught her attention out of her left eye and she quickly turned to see what it was. Rose tilted her head in confusion before pushing forwards in a steady trot. It was quick, easily passing by the trees in a leaping motion. What the heck was it? Pushing quicker, Rose weaved between the trees before she hit the path and was in the other set of trees. Skidding to a stop - and almost hitting a tree - the colorful girl turned quickly and headed back to the path. Looking left, then right, she stepped forward. Her steps were slow as she examined the ground; broken mushrooms and fresh hoof prints. Looking up quickly, the maneless girl snorted and bolted forward.
The roan girl miscalculated how far behind she was from the stranger because by the time she saw him, she was damn near on top of him. Squeaking, Rose skirted to the side before yelping and toppling into the water. Little clear droplets splattered everywhere and when her head popped up, she coughed and gasped for air. "Son of a..." she muttered, not finishing her sentence. Instead, she looked towards the stranger and only smiled. "Sorry," the girl said cheerfully. It was obvious she hadn't seen another horse in quite some time, so her sudden 'here I am' act made the three year old seem much younger. "I'm Rose."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2015 8:09:17 GMT
JENGAwe'll all come crashing down
The beasts dark shadowed optics closed lightly as he rose his skull from the churning waters, stray droplets racing from his maw to plummet back to their mother body. The cry of the running water silenced the surrounding world, making the small misty shore the stallion stood upon seem like some mystical realm removed from reality. With his senses of sight and hearing removed and the only scent penetrating his narres that of the water suspended in the air the beast allowed himself to be taken away by his sense of touch. It was possible he had a few damaged nerves from his careless and rough life and he was plain mad as a logical creature would deduct but Jenga liked to believe he had some sort of spiritual power, an ability to alter his energies. Well this was his belief until he somehow managed to get amazing lightning bolt conjuring abilities. He'll yeah, that will be the day.
He was almost in a trance like state, imagining the refreshing particles of flying liquid to be sparks of energy, each one that landed upon his pelt being sucked into his being and adding more vigour to his strength, when the steady rythm of suicidle water was broken by a sound that made the beasts head jerk slightly as his optics were rapidly exposed to the bright world. The strange squeaking noise was warped by the crib of the cascades but the yelp that came afterwards was most definitely from another equine. There was suddenly movement from his blind side, a blurred shadow darker than the mist of the rest of the world went by then disappeared at speed. It caused the stallion to turn his skull fast enough to cause a pang of whiplash to run through it, his wincing optics being forced closed as his facade wasa assaulted by a shower of heavy droplets. Without thinking the beast shook himself to rid his lightly dampened coat from the intruding liquid once again causing the seizing sensation in his neck.
"What the fuck?" He exclaimed angrily, lowering his skull and rolling his shoulders to chase away the discomfortin his nape. His stretches were interrupted by the sound of coherent words in the same voice that had caused the stallion to jerk his unsuspecting muscles. Instead of turning his skull he decided to shift his whole body, his heavy set frame causing the damp earth to sink under his daggers. His partial gaze fell upon the filly, a light scowl coming to his face in reaction to finding whom had startled him though that was quickly replaced as he noticed her strange appearance. With her legs distorted by the dancing waters she stood within, the maneless fae looked like some kind of water sprite.
"What on earth are you?" His deep tone was full of almost childlike curiosity. Was this strangely coloured creature magical? Was it able to grant wishes? Ohh lightning eyes, here he comes!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2015 17:14:03 GMT
 your heart grows cold the north wind blows it carries
down the distant... rose When the stallion swore, Rose's jaw dropped in mock shock. As she stood, she shook the water off of her body that wasn't submerged in water. She felt his eyes on her and she looked at him almost in a shy manner, flashing him ice blue and chocolate flaked eyes. The boy seemed a little confused as well as curious at the same time. It was weird and made her skin crawl with energy. As the youngin moved around in the water, she made it look like she was fully swimming. Her tail floated to the surface of the lake and her forelock stuck to the middle of her red, white, and black forehead.
When the man asked her what she was, she stopped and looked at him confusingly. What the hell did he mean by that?! It was obvious she was horse! Ears pinning, Rose damn near charged at him - only quickly holding herself back. It wouldn't end well if she hurt the man before getting to know him. Breathing out her frustration, Rose shook her head. "Silly boy, don't you know who and what I am? Do you live under a rock?" The words were rude, but the guy couldn't tell the difference between a horse and whatever he thought she was. "I'm Rose, one of the few maneless creatures who walks the Earth. My God, boy, what is wrong with you?" She flashed him a smile before walking out of the water and flashing her perfectly painted body to him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2015 6:50:33 GMT
JENGAwe'll all come crashing down
Jenga kept his large frame turned slightly away from where the young filly stood so that she was in full view of his fully functioning eye. He wasn't certain if he was amused or annoyed at the way her jaw dropped at his words, he hadn't decided whether he was annoyed with her abrupt entrance still. His endless pupil followed her movements through the water, her tail bobbing behind her upon the surface of the pool giving the illusion of a lazy tail following her bodice. The pain in his lashed muscles finally eased as his attention was focused on understanding what the fae before him was, then he could decide on his future actions.
His harks perked as her movements ceased, a snort of bemusement falling from his nares at her puzzled expression. The beast didn't seem phased in the least when her ears pinned back, she had the disadvantage of being held by the water, even if she did decide to charge Jenga would have ample time to retaliate. If he had a brow it would have cocked as she called him a boy and if there weren't more important matters in hand then he may have fallen into a childish fight about age and maturity. Instead he rested his weight back upon his near hind leg and lazily rested the tip of his far hind dagger upon its toe.
"Well what is wrong with me can be argued upon perspective but I'm more interested in what is wrong with you" There was a light teasing tone to his voice as he watched her exit the pond, the strange pictures of Hippocampus or Water Sprites being destroyed as she was revealed to have four normal pillars. "Does that make you a mutant? Do you have powers? Or do you have some sort of alien blood? Or camel blood?" It was hard to tell whether the stallion was full of childish wonder or simply trying to pick at the fillies strings.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2015 0:29:35 GMT
your heart grows cold the north wind blows it carries
down the distant... rose Rose listened to what the beast before her had to say - offering several different options as to if she was normal or not. She felt normal and thought she looked normal, so why was he being rude about her looks? His words of her being a mutant or having super powers struck her as odd. Hell, even him asking if alien or camel blood ran through her crimson and coal body. How foolish was this boy? Didn't he know anything? How stupid of him to think that there was some form of other blood inside her that wasn't horse.
Looking down at her chest then back at the guy, whatever emotions that had ran across her face turned into a friendly smile. She wondered how long the unnamed man would go before he settled with that she was just a regular horse. "Why are you so curious as to what I am?" The three year old stepped towards the bronco and took in his musky scent while she brushed her lips against his neck.
"What if I did, in fact, have magical powers? What would you do? Run? Go and tell everyone that there's a roan with painted black marks on her that has magical powers?" Her lips trailed along his spine as she walked around him. Her voice was a purr to keep his attention. She could have fun with this man. TAG: @dazi ╳ NOTES: NOTE HERE |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2015 3:59:01 GMT
JENGAwe'll all come crashing down
Jenga would have thought anyone stupid to not question the blaring oddities that life presented. His mind might have been caught in a state of wonder that others his age would have seen as inappropriate but the beast siply hadn't allowed the darkness of life to dampen the way he lived. Don't mistake that as him being some enlightened ethical being, he did have a strong set of morals but they wouldn't be accepted in the mainstream of 'civil' life that many creatures fell into. He embraced the ugliness of life with the curiosity of a student, misfortune and realism being his teacher.
The beast wasn't paying too much attention to the emotions that tweaked the muscles of the young fae, his interest still laying in picking apart the faes genetic structure mentally until her voice broke through his thoughts. "It would be a boring life not to question strange happenings or creatures" His response was casual, as though he had no social barrier warning him about personal space or the complexities of interpretation. He didn't question how others saw the world or how they heard his words. He understood everything about himself, it was everybody elses fault if they saw him as a puzzle.
His skull gave a slight twitch as she touched his neck, his focus returning to her though he didn't give further reaction until she spoke again, her words causing him to snort at the concept. "You can spread your own fame, I don't care for social gossip" Sure if someone had a story that could hold his interest then the beast would give them his time but he didn't like to waste it on unproductive chit-chat. "I'm only interested because I would attempt to harness them, unless it was something pathetic, like fluorescent snot" His skin tingled below her touch though only his ears followed her movement as she moved into the shadowy land of his impaired eye. She didn't appear to be a threat, she was actually appearing quite...normal. Maybe she was just physically mutated and there was nothing else special about her.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2015 23:26:13 GMT
your heart grows cold the north wind blows it carries
down the distant... rose Rose laughed when he said that she might have a pathetic power. Her laugh was light and easy while she stepped away from him. She better let him down gently if he was losing interest in it. Nor was he even reacting how a typical stallion might have. Sighing and rolling her unique eyes, Rose nodded her head twice. "Okay so I don't have magical powers. I'm just.. Unique." She offered a friendly smile before looking past his body into the distance.
A gentle sigh was released before she reached forward and playfully nipped his chest. The fae tossed her head and backed up, inviting him to play so the mood would lighten up. Her tail raised and ears pushed forward in excitement. As a three year old, her actions weren't yet under control so she could be acting slutty one moment then be a tender foal the next. TAG: @dazi ╳ NOTES: sorry.. this probably doesn't reach the min. word count but i needed to do something to keep my muse. it'll get better i promise. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2015 9:52:26 GMT
JENGAwe'll all come crashing down
It seemed this young faes attention and emotions were a random as the older beasts. One moment she's pulling faces at his words, the next she's parading around him like some whore on heat and now it seemed the air had gained a more playful hint. This was why Jenga usually avoided the youngens, it was just too exhausting keeping up with their mood swings. Hell he couldn't even control his own emotions, how was he meant to keep track of another's during prolonged periods? The confirmation of her being northing more but a bag of blood and bones fell from her maw, dousing any lingering hopes the beast had of drinking her life fluids and gaining her powers. He probably would have given up on the situation and left for something more exciting if a sharp twinge in his chest hadn't drawn his attention abruptly back to the filly. His harks flicked back against his skull momentarily in reaction to the sensation as his good optic observed his companies enthusiastic movements. Did she think he was some kind of colt that could be lured into pointless games? Did he have the energy to waste on such menial activities? It probably wouldn't hurt him to stretch his muscles, and to test just how prepared this youngen was for the horrors of the world.
His balanced shifted back as his fore daggers left the rocky earth they had been planted in, his nape snaking down between his tucked knees to snap his bared ivories at the filly. Though his actions may have appeared aggressive, the muscles in his facade remained relaxed. If she wanted to play a game then they would play it his way, which may not be something the filly would particularly enjoy. With a sudden shift the beast leaped forth, his ivories snapping towards his companion as his fore daggers returned to the earth, his leap covering the distance Rose had placed between them. He was planning to wheel her around into a head strong gallop, seeing if she had the endurance and speed to outrun potential murderers or rapists though with how random the fillies actions had been so far Jenga could make no accurate assumptions upon her reactions.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2015 20:06:22 GMT
your heart grows cold the north wind blows it carries
down the distant... rose Rose watched the man think, her excited stance holding firm. Blue and brown eyes studied him for as long as he thought. The girl tilted her head some and wondered just exactly the man was thinking about.. Was he going to play or just wander off or just stand there like a fool and letting her down? Her red tail lowered a little bit as her mind forced itself to slowly crawl out of the excitement.. Only to be thrown back into it when the brute jumped forward.
It all happened so quick it took several moments for the girl to register what was going on. First a snap of the teeth - causing her to toss her head skyward to avoid connection - and then he was right in front of her. Pinning her ears flat against her skull, Rose kicked out once then skirted to the side and brushed past him before nipping his backside. She turned quickly, out of reach of his hind hooves, and snorted.
A smirk curled at the corners of her lips as she watched him. "Is that all you have, old man?" she teased, sticking her tongue out just a tad before she stepped back even more. "Can't keep up with the younger generation?" Tossing her head, Rose let out a playful squeal before moving into a trot around the man. She stayed just out of reach if he tried to lunge and bite her again, grinning from ear to ear. The three year old raised her tail high so it flopped onto her back, clearly excited he had tried to get her. To her, it was a simple game of tag and so far the man was still 'it'. TAG: @dazi ╳ NOTES: NOTE HERE |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2015 14:09:23 GMT
As the young fads daggers shot precariously through the air and her teeth pinched at his skin a familiar jolt of childish energy burst through the beasts nerves. You would have thought the harsh years of life lessons crammed into the short lifespan of a wild boss' exsistence upon the mortal plane would have exhausted the wonder filled colt within the stallion but Jenga wasn't one to submit to death without it being his choice. A hose raised under the ever watchful eye of the hairless apes would have laughed if you called on of Jenga's age learnered as they lived into decrepid states but all those old nags learnt was to become mindless drones, relinquishing their brain and entire exsistence to the two letters, ultimately becoming meet puppets with shiny silver buckles and leather strings. A wild boss was continually looking over their shoulder, processing every noise, constantly aware of the dangers the world possessed. Jenga had learnt to read the voices of the wind and to recognise the silence of impending doom, to attack first and ask questions later. If the beast hadn't accepted that death was the only certainty in living and been blessed with a strong physique that deterred his natural predators whilst he was in his prime then maybe his mind too would have decayed with stress like the others his age, forcing his mind to mature but his carefree and egocentric existence kept the beasts inner foal alive.
The dirtied frame twisted as the stallion turned to face the colored fae, a smirk broadly covering his facade as his harks caught her words. Had he been in a bad mood then that joking may have been the youngster signing her own death warrant but luckily for her it was quite easy to lure the beast into play if you knew the right methods. "Your generation is plain foolish, believing you're near invincible." the beast retorted smugly, confident in his own 'impressive' abilities and intelligence.
The muscles hugging his hindquarters bulges beneath his earthen cloak before Jenga leapt forth once more. This time it wasn't a single leap, his pillars lurching his bodice into a conserved lope as his skull snaked viciously t'ward the more fragile creature. He aimed to drive her forward into w rush pace like a mouse from a cat, his weight remaining upon his haunches as he watched her movements with a predators intensity, teeth snapping at any part of her that she allowed to fall too close.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2015 18:57:34 GMT
Rose @dazi Three years old | Mare | Straight | Red Roan w/ Black Chimera | Mustang x Paint |
Rose smirked at the mans words, his comment about the youngins being invincible and how they were foolish. In her opinion, and maybe it was just because she was young, he was the foolish one. Thinking he was young and could keep up with her generation. Maybe the old man needed to learn his place; with the older folk.
She was just about to make a comment when suddenly the man jumped at her and didn't stop. She squealed, turned sharply, and bolted. Her head was raised high and ears pinned when she was forced into a flat out gallop. She snorts and lowers her head some to give her a tad bit more speed while the stallion behind her bugs her.
The young mares muscles stretched and tightened like an accordion, though a little bit more elegant that then musical instrument. When she seemed to ease up a bit, she heard the snapping of teeth and she pushed forward again. Trying to think quick, Rose turned sharply and headed for the trees. Her head bobbed up and down from the forced she was putting into her movement just trying to stay in front of the man forcing her to go.
As the two neared the trees, she turned sharply again and headed back down to the river. Kicking her heels up, she hoped to get the man, but then giggled from the excitement. Her forelock and tailed flapping in the wind they were causing. |  |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 5:07:52 GMT
At first glance all bets would have been on the young mare and it was only logical. She had the advantages of youth and lithe breeding on her side whilst the stallion was near the end of his prime and built for brute strength but Jenga wasn't known for betting on the favourite. His muscles had to exert more energy to keep up with the coloured mares flight but a hard skull and unshakeable determination could outdo any blind runner. With harks plastered to his nape to escape the whistling of the disturbed air, the beast was almost atop the younger creature before she unexpectedly changed direction with the precision of a jack rabbit.
The beast had to pull back sharply upon his haunches to match her change in direction, his turn not as graceful as the faes though he was right back on her tail just the same. His dark nares flared with each breath forced from his body, adrenaline pumping through his veins, preventing the beast from feeling the growing ache in his muscles. Jenga never did anything half heartedly so all his strength and energy were focused upon chasing the younger hoss.
Another change of direction caused the beasts lips to tighten as the muscles in his back legs twinged, his body now shouting out its disapproval at such foolish antics. A surprised snort broke his sharp breaths as a hoof barely missed his skull, his attention had faltered for a moment due to his discomfort. His pace abruptly dropped to a choppy trot as Rose lead the way to the river, the stallions attention completely dropping from the mare as he trotted into the icy waters, his large daggers showering his hot underbelly in cooling droplets. The stallion came to a stop in the center of the stream, releasing on last heaved breath before he lowered his maw to the water.
Once his thirst was sequenced the beast rose his skull for his good optic to seek his current companion. His words were still breathy from the spontaneous chase "You may be able to run faster but sooner or later yall be cornered"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 5:33:50 GMT
Rose Three years old | Mare
@dazi | Straight | Red Roan w/ Black Chimera | Mustang x Paint |
As the young girl realized the brute was slowing down, her pace shifted until it was a walk. The stud trotted past her into the water and she smiled. Her breath raced in and out of her lungs as she tried catching it, her own body moving into the water. Icy eyes watched the man drink his fill before his words entered her erect ears.
Another smile crossed her red lips as she moved closer to the older man. "You seem to forget that I'm a sparky three year old who is still filling out and can outrun your ass any day." She lowered her lips to the water and drank her own fill before raising her head. Water dribbled from her lips while she thought.
Her muscles burned from the sudden burst of energy that was forced upon them. She didn't mind the company of this man, his age showing experience with the world she still knew little of. Rose had explored, sure, but she had been raised about a seven day trip from Tathera. It hadn't been a long journey here so if she wanted to leave, she could.
Though why would she? It was a beautiful place she had made for herself and so far the two horses she had met seemed pretty cool. Jenga was higher up on that list, though, as he sparked some form of interest in her. Not in a romantic way - oh God never with this man - but as a friend. Or someone to help her with the world or something like that.
Of course, she may be totally wrong about him and he could eat her alive right then and there. Blinking, she could suddenly see the man again. Her being lost in her thoughts may have been obvious, but she wasn't about to point it out. "So... Where did you come from? How far away?" She was curious, needless to say. | |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 11:02:47 GMT
Jenga couldn't help but utter a chuckle at Rose's words. Such arrogance would have normmaly earned a less than desireable response from the stallion but this young mare twisted it with a youthful flirtatiousness that the beast couldn't help but play along with, at this point in time at least .. "No matter how much you grow or 'fill out' I will always hold years of wisdon over you" The stallion held his head high with a mock superiority, like a spoilt king looking down at his fillthy peasents.
The chilled water tugging at his pillars tempted the rest of bis heated body to join its soothing embrace. Not too graciously the beast lowered himself into the waters which rushed up to the begining of his nape. The chill was near euphoric to his hot aching muscles.
Jenga's chin rested upon the slowly moving streams surface, his skull cocking at the poll as the fae lay a difficult question before him. "I left where I was born at the first taste of freedom I got. I may have wanderered many realms over the years or simply in circles. I haven't any reason to have a home There had been a few places he had resigned for a number of moons but something always happened to make the stallion lose interest.
"I assume one your age still possesses too much wonder for the world to be chained?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 17:02:42 GMT
Rose Three years old | Mare
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Rose watched the man lay down in the water and took note of how his mane and tail moved. It wasn't all that fascinating or beautiful or anything, but she wanted to remember it. An encounter with someone should be remembered, no matter the smallest of details.
Her dual colored shoulder flesh twitched while bugs landed on her, bothering the peace she had just begun to feel. Her dark crimson tail flicked against her sides, the water that had been soaking against it whipping against her. It felt good, but had taken her by surprise.
When Jenga spoke a little bit of where he had come from, the mare frowned. That's not nearly as much detail an experienced stallion should have given. She was curious about him and wanted to learn more. How someone didn't have a reason to settle down kind of struck her as odd because why wouldn't you? Settling down, even at an older age like Jenga, should be a priority.
Tilting her head some, she searched for proper words to dig deeper into the brutes past. He then, before she could ask more, spoke again. This time about her youth and how adventurous she might be. A simple shrug was made before she could even think about answering. Oops.
"I tried exploring when I left home last year, but I ended up here seven days later. Exploring alone kind of sucks because some fascinating sight is boring to discover alone." Perhaps that might have been a good enough hint for the man? It had just sort of come to her all of sudden that she did, in fact, want a companion for exploring the world. | |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2015 7:22:16 GMT
The earth Hurd beast noted the young faes tilted skull at his answer to her question. He knew what she was thinking though it didn't make him rethink his values. The basis of settling down was for horny stallions to find fertile mares to plant their seed within, something Jenga had little interest in doing. To follow the path expected of stallions then he would have to squire a land, patrol its boarders, fight off any challenges and fill his realm with his kin and knowing Jenga's inability to hold a stable relationship, would only end up with someone falling dead at the beasts daggers. That all seemed like too much effort for the beast, it was much easier leading a nomadic life with no responsibilities or expectations.
His harks caught the faes words of being alone, which was a little surprising. With the information that he had sub-consciously gathered on the youngster all logical arrows pointed to her having found a homeland by this time what with her attention demanding coat and flirtatious nature. This realm must be lacking in stallions that think with only their second head or there was something severely wrong with the painted creature. She did seem rather sparatic with her emotions though Jenga wasn't one to speak about another's mental problems without being hypocritical.
The beast pushed himself back up onto his daggers, water cascading from his frame to join the disturbed waters running around his thick pillars. The beasts social skills weren't anything to be admired, the hidden meaning of words often going high over his skull, just as Rose's did. "The wrong company can ruin an outing" There were many reasons the stallion was still alone in the world but the main reason was the mental exhaustion both parties felt when Jenga was trapped in the company of another or maybe he just hadn't met anyone that could keep up with his madness. "Nobody lasts very long in my company"
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