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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2015 15:50:39 GMT
Aryel could feel the arrival of summer in the sunshine that soaked right down to her bones, flooding her with blissful warmth. For once she walked rather than ran, ambling through the forest in a leisurely path that followed the sunshine dappling the ground. She was relaxed, content, a rare state for her. Summer had always been her favorite season. The grass was lush and green, predators were lazy in the heat, and the urge to breed that often possessed horses in the spring had faded, returning everyone back to their right minds. Winter was long past, the world was vibrant again, and Aryel was going to enjoy the season before fall came once more.
A loud buzzing and a sharp pain on her flank quickly snapped her out of her peacefulness. She whipped her head back, teeth snapping at the horsefly, but she was a second too late. It buzzed off, leaving a spot of red blood on her rump where it had bitten her. She huffed, good mood vanishing, and lipped at the spot to clean it. She had forgotten about the bugs.
As she walked, more flies buzzed by her ears, kept at bay only briefly by her snapping teeth and swishing tail. She grew steadily more irritated, until relief finally came into the sight of a small pond among the willows. Eagerly, she trotted into the cool water and submerged herself, until only her head showing, resting on a smooth rock. The flies left her alone for the most part now, the few that continued to buzz around her shooed away by a flicking ear. She remained in the pond until she began to be a bit chilly, then slogged her way out, back into the warm sun. The flies had left in search of other creatures to torment, so for the moment, she could relax. Dripping water, she looked around for a minute, then bent her forelegs and lay down in the grass. Aryel then began to twist and rub herself dry in the foliage, rolling onto her back, then falling onto her side. It looked a bit foolish, to be sure, but at least nobody was around to see her.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2015 12:10:34 GMT
JENGAwe'll all come crashing down
Summer, the season of pestilence when hordes of insects appeared out of seemingly nowhere simply to annoy the absolute shit out of the smutty dun beast. His flank stung with each whip of his tail, the thick hairs stinging his skin through his sleek cloak. It was easy enough to push the beast into a fit of anger without adding the stinging bites of bot flies during the light hours and mosquitoes during the darkness. No matter what one did there was little they could do except wait for the season to pass and for the cool winds to kill off the plague. A violent shake of the beasts skull sent a small dispersed black cloud of flies darting away from his facade, only to return once the beasts skull stilled once more. Why had he left the bog? He would gladly subdue himself to the stench of the bodies and vegetation decaying in the mud for the cooling relief and armor it provided.
With a slight grunt of effort the beast pushed himself forth, giving up on his attempt to stomach the annoyance of the pesky insects. There had to be something close by to aid him in his relief. His half lidded optics scanned the trees that slowly started to morph into strange domes of vegetation. Jenga paused before one of the strange walls of vines, hesitating for a moment as his thoughts ran wild. Was this some veil into another realm? Did each strange domed tree hold its own secret world within its green bubble? He cocked his head curiously before stepping through the limp branches. They ran smoothly over his bulky frame, dislodging the insects that clung to his body and trapping them in the bright world outside. The beast stopped by the twisted trunk of his chosen willow, speckles of sunlight dancing within his tiny private world. Shifting his position the beast dropped his skull into a cluster of hanging vines, allowing them to protect his facade like a foal with its dams tail.
He was almost in a pleasant doze when a sudden splashing nearby broke the soft singing of the swaying branches. His ears perked as he listened for further noise but only tiny muffled sounds reached him. He had picked up the scents of other equines upon this land though he wasn't certain if he could tolerate another in this heat but the splashing had bought the water to his attention. It could be a pleasant escape from his current and only trouble. Jenga ambled through the weeping trees, his movements ceasing as the land before him opened to expose a pond though the movement close by stole his attention.
The beasts eyes narrowed upon the small frame that was rolling upon the earth, his lips tightening as he deducted the situation. From the size of the creature Jenga assumed it was an adolescent, possibly still with their herd. Did that mean that he was trespassing on another beasts 'land'? He couldn't be bothered with a pointless fight with another beast though maybe he could let out some of his frustrations with the hot season on this poor little soul.
It took only a moment for Jenga to toss his head and burst forth from his veil of vegetation. He was only a few yards away from the other creature, a few yards that quickly closed as the beasts daggers struck the earth with exaggerated strides. If the poor small creature wasn't fast enough then it would be trampled by the reckless beast.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2015 17:07:31 GMT
The grass felt wonderful on her back, scratching her itchy spots and sending a sweet, summery scent into the air around her. She would pause every now and then to simply lay there, enjoying the feel of the sunlight and gentle breeze, listening to the quiet rustling whispers of the willows around her. The bugs were leaving her alone for the moment, she had a full belly, and the day was still young. It was pure bliss.
In her rolling and rubbing, Aryel hadn't noticed the arrival of the stallion. It wasn't until he was nearly on top of her that she realized he was going--or perhaps trying--to trample her. With a startled shout, she thrashed her hooves and rolled away from him onto her belly, barely evading his hooves as they stomped the ground she had previously been lying on. The poor grass, first flattened by the rolling mare, was now cut and the turf sent flying as the other horse trampled through it, past Aryel,
Shaken and angry, she scrambled to her feet and rounded on him, ears back and body tense with indignation. "Watch where you're going, pal." she snarled at the dun, stomping her own hoof. "Are you blind, or just plain stupid?" She had been lying out in the open, there was no way he could have missed her. If he was trying to carry out some kind of mean-spirited prank, or was simply throwing his weight around, then he had picked the wrong target. Small though she may be, Aryel had the mindset of a much larger horse, and she didn't appreciate being made a fool of or being walked all over (in this case, literally). True, the other horse may have been larger than her, but at the moment she was too irate to care. She'd gladly kick his stupid skull in if she got the chance.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2015 1:41:58 GMT
JENGAwe'll all come crashing down
It almost appeared that the small fae enjoying the long summer blades was going to meet an untimely end but only seconds before the beasts daggers pummeled her tiny frame she managed to roll out of the way. Her startled shout bought a smirk of bemusement to the beasts lips as he sat back upon his hocks, daggers slicing through the earth and upturning the turf as he skidded to a halt, turning to face the small fae, hazel gaze falling upon her unhappy facade with no sense of concern or regret. Sure her tiny stature had been one of the reasons that he had decided to try his luck at removing her breath though he would have done the same thing to a nineteen hand fellow stallion if he had been in the mood. His destructive mind didn't discriminate against size or gender, everybody got equal shares of his craziness.
His harks flicked forth to catch her angered words, tilting his skull slightly so that his clouded optic could be seen by the fae. She was partially right about him being blind, his glitched optic only allowing him to see shadows and light but he never used it as an excuse for his actions. No, he simply attempted to trample her because he wanted to. Her words didn't seem to shake him, only prodding him to see just how far he could twist her mind. "If I could almost kill you with my noisy entrance then what chance would you have against a wild cat? Only stupid creatures let their guard down like that, or those that have little care for their existence. So are you stupid or suicidal?"
His muscular frame started forward for a few lazy stride, placing him only a few steps away from the fae to better size her up, or more so size her down against his own height. "Or have you simply wandered away from your dam who couldn't be bothered teaching you the dangers of open areas?' His smirk widened at his own words, allowing his own thoughts to amuse himself. He knew that she was close to being fully matured, lacking the fluffy mane and short silken banner of a foal and her rump almost perfectly aligned with her withers but he could tell she still needed a little more time to fill out, telling the beast that she was a few years younger than himself. Oh it was always more fun to 'play' with the youngsters. They were always quicker to explode with anger or else just down right stupid.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2015 17:16:13 GMT
(ITT: The world's first equine YO MAMA insult contest Also I'm sorry my posts are so short  ) She saw his bad eye as he turned an unsettling grin upon her, but felt little sympathy for one who had just tried to flatten her. It seemed he was both blind and stupid. "Wild cat?" Aryel scoffed. "The only other creature I see around here is an ass. And for your information, I don't need clods like you telling me how to live my life. If you want to spend your time jumping at every snapping twig, then be my guest." When he moved closer, she held her ground, her entire form sending out an air of challenge. The muscles of her neck and jaw went rigid as he equated her to a child who had strayed away from her mother. The little mare didn't appreciate being reminded of her home, or her controlling mother. "Obviously, your mother didn't teach you shit." She shot back. "I guess she was too busy screwing every stallion within reach to give you any attention." She advanced on him until they were eye to eye, her head snaked forward and ears back. "Just who the hell do you think you are, trying to trample strangers?"
Aryel's cardinal sin was her temper. When she got angry at something or someone, she was slow to let it go, and slower still to stop and think about what the consequences of her actions would be. She simply acted, regardless of any danger or threat. This stallion had already shown his violent tendencies, which would have been a warning sign for a more careful horse, but she had no intention of backing down now. @dazi |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2015 6:13:30 GMT
JENGAwe'll all come crashing down
Jenga wasn't seeking pity for his personal glitch nor did he need it. He found it a boring emotion and those that needed constant indulgence were just weak attention seekers. He did use it as an excuse if he kicked another creature in the skull though, stupid morons shouldn't be getting so close to him anyway. If he had a brow it would have cocked at the small faes words. She was strangely fearless for her minute stature which intrigued the beast. Did she believe he wouldn't hurt her because she was tiny and young and female? Or did she simply not care if she ended up with a few broken bones? He let her words slide over him, he wasn't going to attack her just for the sake of it, not just yet anyway. It seemed he had broken a few eggshells and the beast was curious as to how enraged he could make her. Maybe she would explode because her tiny body couldn't contain it! That would be a memorable site.
At the mention of his mother a slight chuckle fell from the beast lips, probably the opposite result of what the youngster wanted. "She probably is, or was, if she hasn't been fucked to death" His worlds were smooth and casual, as though they were simply talking about the weather. He held no ties with his family or any creature he came across really so trying to insult another wasn't going to get under the beasts dirtied cloak. He tilted his skull so his good optic was upon he as she advanced. It was almost like a rabbit trying to bluff a mountain cat into believing it had fangs and claws. "I'm just me. It's not my fault if I can't see your short ass over the grass" The beast rose his skull lazily as she tried to be eye to eye with him, unphased by the ugly look her contorted face muscles produced. What did the little mouse think she could do to him with that tiny little mouth? And those hooves probably had no more strength then a kick from a fawn.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2015 5:41:09 GMT
She was somewhat surprised that she had guessed correctly about his mother, though not that surprised. Well, his lack of parenting certainly explained his shitty attitude. He seemed totally unaffected by her insult, which only incensed her even more. At this point she was looking for an excuse to fight him, to knock a few teeth out of his stupid grinning mouth.
And then, he had the balls to quip about her height. That did it. She surged forward without warning, shoving her face right into his. "This short ass is about two seconds away from kicking yours," she hissed. "I don't know who you think you are, but I don't take shit from nags like you. I don't take shit from anybody." Aryel wore her heart on her sleeve, and it was clear that she was spoiling for a fight. Her tail was raised and slashing the air behind her, her ears were practically plastered to her neck, and one fore-hoof was raised, as if in preparation to kick at him. To anyone who was actually using their brain at this point, it would be clear that this stallion wasn't afraid of starting shit, which should have been something to fear all on it's own. But Aryel preferred to take life by the horns. She simply refused to back down, no matter the danger. If that meant duking it out with a smartass like this, then so be it. Carpe diem. And to tell the truth, Aryel thrived on conflict. Blood was pounding in her ears, from anger and from the rush of energy she got in situations like this. Life in the wilderness was rough when one was small, and when she was pushed, she'd push back even harder to assert her right to survive.
"So I'd suggest you start being a little more respectful, otherwise you and I are gonna have a problem."
(In event this does become a fight and we do have a judge, I just need to figure out if we're supposed to play it out here and link it in the battleground or start a new thread there)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2015 7:58:05 GMT
Who was to tell if the words that fell from the beasts mouth were the truth? His mother was ancient history, forgotten to Jenga's conciouneww, so she was nothing but a distorted myth created by a compulsive liar with a vivid imagination. He had no emotional ties to any living creature upon this earth at this point in time so attacking that non-exsistant side of the stallion was like trying to kill a fly with a needle.
He had heard that ponies had a small man's syndrome but Jenga hadnt expected the young fae to explode with such force. Within a blink of the beasts optics the tiny creature was within the stallions face. Her first words drew laughter from deep within the beast, showing his disbelief at her ability to cause him any physical harm. It was like a baby rabbit attempting to bluff a fox. "its easy to tell you can start shit but not take it. Lemme guess, a daddy's girl?# either the faeds signs of aggresion were being ignored or they were goading the stallion into seeing just how far she could be pushed.
There was a challenging glint in the stallions good optic which was tilted toward the tiny creature. "I highly doubt you'd be much more than a bug bite"as he spoke the beast took a challenging step forward to shove disrespectfully against the fairer creature.
Ooc: sorry only have my phone to make posts. I was thinking she could get a good kick on one of his back legs and he could bow a tendon?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 4:49:06 GMT
(Sorry I fell off the face of the earth for a bit there! Sounds like a good plan to me)
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The look in Aryel's eyes was positively murderous at Jenga's further taunting. "Not quite," she growled. "I can take whatever you think you can dish out. It's just that I make sure I give as good as I get." As for her father, while the distant and aloof king had never been a cruel sort, they had not been overly close and she resented the implication that she always listened to her parents like a good girl. "I doubt that you even know who your dad is."
He spoke again, catching her by surprise with a shove that caused her to grunt slightly and step back. Anger crackled across her mind, blocking out all rational thought. The sooty bastard had just crossed the line. "All right." she said, locking eyes with him. She took another step backwards, but it wasn't from fear. "You wanna fight? Let's fight." She moved quickly, shoving forward as he had. However, rather than use her raw weight (which she lacked in comparison to him) Aryel sought to curve her neck and bring her head down in an attempt to bash her forehead into Jenga's nose, , bruising, bloodying or breaking it. A wiser horse would have been prepared to jump away to avoid the counterattack that would almost certainly follow such an assault, but the dun mare was hardly thinking straight, putting every out of her weight behind the headbutt. She wanted to hurt this stallion, to make him regret ever thinking she would be an easy target for him.
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