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Post by shadowsareblue on Sept 30, 2011 15:15:34 GMT -5
| I don't really care what you think of me/Because either way you're going to think what you believe |
| There's nothing you could say that would hurt me |
Rowland paused with a sigh, standing just inside the border of the trees. The day was hot, unusually hot for the season, and it took large slashes of his silky tail to keep the flies off of his sweaty pelt. The tall, cool pines were a relief after running through the sun for so long, and he was looking forward to finding a quick moving river to rest by. It had been quite a while since he'd been to this part of the forest, but he was rather sure he knew the way; he has quite a good memory for these things, you see. So with another quick tail flick and one last sigh, he took off at a brisk trot, his legs kicking high in front of him and his head resting high in the air.
It took a bit of maneuvering to travel the forest without stepping on or in something you shouldn't, but he'd spent enough time in them to avoid those pitfalls fairly well. Although not his favorite place to be, he enjoyed sitting in a nice glade, the smell of the forest strong on the breeze, and as such came here fairly often. He might not admit it to anyone but himself, but he preferred pines over most all trees, not only because they could be found higher up in the air than most others, but simply because they looked and smelled divine. As a colt he had spent many hours rolling in thick beds of pine, going so far as to disregard the amount of sap that would collect in his gleaming coat.
Finally, he spun cleanly around a corner, his eyes lighting up as he reached his favorite clearing in this part of the forest. It was rather small, but it was surrounded on all sides with tall, bright green pine trees. A crystal clear river cut through the middle, and he knew from previous seasons spent hiding here from hot days that it was wonderfully cold as well. Careful not to soak his flowing mane or tail, he gently stepped his feet into the shallow bank of the river. The chill was instant, and wonderful. Closing his eyes with a small smirk, he let himself settle into his spot, prepared to enjoy himself for as long as he could.
[orange]Comment:[/orange] This thread is totally open to anyone who wants to join... But I do warn you that Rowland is kind of a jerk. He's not really the type to treat other horses kindly, regardless of how sweet and/or scary they are. Just a quick warning -- His opinions do not reflect my own!
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Post by Spuds on Sept 30, 2011 16:50:02 GMT -5
Pandora
I made my way down the river. Yes, in the river. It's the best way to travel. "I'm gonna wash that blood right outta my hair, I'm gonna wash that blood right outta my hair, I'm gonna wash that blood right outta my hair, and send it on it's way!"
Disturbed yet? If not, you may be soon.
My previously snow white feathered ankles were now stained with blood. Not my own blood, mind you. Someone else's.
A pretty, well-meaning mare's. She is--or rather, was a nuisance to me. I warned her to stay away from me. But no, she decided out of the kindness of her heart, to travel with me, and try to reform me, and show me how to behave.
Ha.
So, I did her in. Boy was she easy. And that pitiful look on her face when she realized! Others have attempted to tame me before. Now she shares the same destiny as them. The same living conditions also. Just another corpse, lying on the ground, without a single breath of life left in their lungs. How picturesque.
For being such a small thing, she sure was a messy job.
I really must experiment to find a tidier way.
I made a mental note to cease the opportunity to experiment, when I cross paths with the next one. Oh don't think me some crazed assassin. Well, you can think that if you want. But it's not like I go around looking for equines to kill. They come to me. And they bother me. I warn them, but they do not listen. So, I do the rest of the world a favor, and make rid of them. Silence is golden. I hate it when people go on and on with all that utterly useless blah. 'Treat others the way you want to be treated.' Oh give me a break! I ask you, what delusional lunatic thought that one up?
At just the thought of it, I rolled my eyes.
I lowered my head to drink from the water. When I raised it, I saw a stallion not far ahead. Oh joy. He was just standing there, with his eyes closed. I suppose he was enjoying himself.
Well, I can't stand it when others enjoy themselves when I'm not. I suppose the quote is 'Misery wants company'. Well, I don't want company. I just want the misery part. And I also noticed there was a smirk on his face. What's he got to smirk about?
Feeling agitated, I plodded through the water, taking precaution not to step on the rocks that lay beneath the liquid surface.
"Greetings, rogue stallion. I am Pandora. And now that the introduction is over, I feel it my duty to inform you, I was here first. So in simple words, get going. As in...NOW."
My voice said with venom, and I glowered at him.
Words: 485 Muse: Great!! Notes: Ah, so happy to finally RP Pandora.
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Post by shadowsareblue on Sept 30, 2011 17:07:13 GMT -5
| I don't really care what you think of me/Because either way you're going to think what you believe |
| There's nothing you could say that would hurt me |
"Greetings, rogue stallion. I am Pandora. And now that the introduction is over, I feel it my duty to inform you, I was here first. So in simple words, get going. As in...NOW."
It was with a twinge of frustration that Rowland opened his eye, just one mind you, and pinned the mare, Pandora, with a bleary look of annoyance. Of course, as soon as he started enjoying himself, someone would ruin it. Not bothering to move from his spot in the river, he resigned himself to answering the annoying shrew of a creature. Oh, joy, she was covered with blood on top of it all. Just what he needed – not only was she annoying, but she was crazy.
[orange]”Must you go on so? Never mind, don't answer that. I'm Rowland, and it's a... pleasure to meet you.”[/orange] his tone was soft; however much he didn't like her attitude, he wasn't looking for a fight. His meaning was clear though, and he made no attempt to hide exactly how pleasurable he thought her company.
With that, he stepped carefully to the side, ensuring she had plenty of room to pass and pointedly ignoring her orders for him to move. With not so much as another glance at the mare, he closed his eyes once more, fully prepared to ignore her presence with every part of his being.
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Post by Spuds on Sept 30, 2011 17:49:05 GMT -5
Pandora
He looked at me with almost as much annoyance as I felt for him. Well, at least he isn't enjoying himself anymore! Part of your mission is accomplished. Now if he'll just be on his way, everything will be perfect. Well, that's what I was hoping for. Apparently, he had other ideas. Must you go on so? Never mind, don't answer that. I'm Rowland, and it's a... pleasure to meet you.
"A pleasure? Don't waste your chivalry on me. Save it for some half-wit mare who cares." I watched with growing impatience as he moved to the side, as if gesturing that he would allow me to pass. I however, had absolutely no intention of going anywhere. But I bound and determined that he would. He closed his eye once again, as if blocking me from his mind. That's another thing I can't stand. Being ignored. "Either you are deaf, or just plain stupid. Personally, I'm leaning towards stupid. I told you once. Don't make me tell you again." The first time, I speak with words. And occasionally the second. but after that, I let my hooves do the talking for me. And they always get the point across.
Muse:  Notes: Sorry it's such a terrible and small post.
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Post by shadowsareblue on Sept 30, 2011 18:08:30 GMT -5
| I don't really care what you think of me/Because either way you're going to think what you believe |
| There's nothing you could say that would hurt me |
Rowland opened his eyes with the smallest spark of anger at her insolence. He'd never been fond of mares, they took far too much attention in his mind, and it seemed to him that this one was no different. For the first time, he truly looked her over, ignoring the blood on her coat with only the barest hint of disgust. She was pretty, he could give her that, and he supposed that made it at least the smallest bit easier to deal with her. He'd always been able to appreciate beauty; it was definitely a lot more concrete than silly little things like feelings.
"Either you are deaf, or just plain stupid. Personally, I'm leaning towards stupid. I told you once. Don't make me tell you again."
Of course he would run into a hardheaded mare, of course. Not like he could bump into a quiet one who would simply leave him be and go on their way. No, no, of course he couldn't. That would make things too easy. If she didn't want chivalry, fine; and if she wanted to play a game of insults... Fine. [orange]”I'm neither deaf nor stupid, but I could ask you the same, as I was clearly here before you. And if you persist in being the worst sort of annoyance, then I guess we'll just have to make due with each others company as I don't plan to leave.”[/orange]
He paused, before giving her a brief, obvious, look up and down and leering at her. [orange]”It's such a pity you insist on being intolerable. If you could find some way to stop spewing filth like an uncivilized ox, you could make a stallion an... enjoyable companion one day.”[/orange] He flashed her a wicked smirk and moved away to the far side of the clearing, his hooves flashing as he pointedly kicked up his legs. Although he refused to back down from the challenge this mare gave him, he still couldn't bring himself to care enough to truly fight. As far as he was concerned, they were both creatures of beauty, and any fighting between them would be a shameful waste.
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Post by Spuds on Sept 30, 2011 20:06:55 GMT -5
Pandora
Again, I watched as the stallion opened his eyes.
”I'm neither deaf nor stupid, but I could ask you the same, as I was clearly here before you. And if you persist in being the worst sort of annoyance, then I guess we'll just have to make due with each others company as I don't plan to leave.”
If there's anything I hate more than a stallion, it's an obstinate stallion. Them and their delusions of grandeur. "As if. Fine, if you want it that way. But the thought of having to endure such thing a thing is almost cruel." But I am not one to back down. He looked me up and down, as if sizing me up. This only upset me all the more.
"It's such a pity you insist on being intolerable. If you could find some way to stop spewing filth like an uncivilized ox, you could make a stallion an... enjoyable companion one day."
Of all the arrogant, conceited, Arg! This stallion was really getting under my skin. He smiled wickedly at me and moved away from me.
"You really mean that?" A lovely smile adorning my muzzle. Of course, that was all an act. I was merely poking fun. And because of this, the smile didn't last. It was soon replaced by my true reaction. With a voice bathed in sarcasm, I replied. "Just what I've always dreamed of. To sacrifice myself for some ungrateful stallion, who would think I was property, and that I ranked beneath him. How can I ever deserve such an honor."
And in response to him moving away from me, I trotted after him. Why on earth, I do not know. But I did. "What? Afraid to be next to a mare?" I asked tauntingly.
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Post by shadowsareblue on Oct 1, 2011 15:50:07 GMT -5
| I don't really care what you think of me/Because either way you're going to think what you believe |
| There's nothing you could say that would hurt me |
[orange]”The only thing I am afraid of is catching whatever vile disease it is that twisted your brain into its' foul mess.”[/orange] He kept his tone light, but internally he was fuming. This was why he didn't bother with others. It was exactly this sort of confrontation that made the entire process unbearable He pointedly ignored the fact that he'd already spent more effort in his conversation with her than any he had had in years, and that he was free to leave when he wanted. No, this was merely a matter of pride, one that he would settle, win, and never think about again. It was just how things went.
Despite what he said, he kept a close eye on her as she approached. As much as he didn't like mares, he still didn't buy into the “helpless little creature who needs to be defended” propaganda. He'd traveled enough to know how much that wasn't true. It was experience that told him exactly how dangerous a mare could be. And this one? She looked like trouble. He gave his surroundings a quick one over, marking the clearest escape routes in his mind just in case. Things like where logs were placed awkwardly in a path, or where two bushes stood side by side with just enough room to pass through. That done, he turned his attention back toward the mare, he refused to even bother thinking of her by her name.
It would be a lie if he said he didn't think about just turning and walking away. But for some reason, he was compelled to stay and see where this went. However annoying and crass this mare might be, she was still... Intriguing.
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Post by Spuds on Oct 1, 2011 16:27:47 GMT -5
Pandora
”The only thing I am afraid of is catching whatever vile disease it is that twisted your brain into its' foul mess.”
"Oh don't worry about that. I was born with it. And I assure you, I'm not contagious. But because of my "twisted mind" who knows what I'll do next...maybe go off into a violent fit of rage, or maybe...I'll start spewing blood from my mouth, oh! The possibilities are endless." I said in my normal voice, which consisted of a medium dose of sarcasm. Sarcasm is my native tongue. I just speak English so I can communicate with others when necessary.
I could tell I was really starting to get on Rowland's nerves. Good. "So, what have you got against mares? I don't blame you for your distaste towards them. I hate the entire equine species, save myself. Everything is so stereotype."
Everything is stereotype. Mares are expected to be soft and gentle. Never speak their minds. And for what? To live out their lives as a broodmare for an egotistical stallion? Talk about ambitious. >.>
I watched as he cast a quick look around, as if looking for a direction to make his get-away. This brought a satisfied smile to my face. And a pleased feeling in my mind. He didn't seem intimidated, which was too bad. But at least he wasn't having the time of his life. Or maybe he was, but not in a good way.
The warm rays of the pale sunlight rested on my contrasting black and white hide. I shifted my weight from one stocky hip to the other, casually. Why am I bothering with him? I know I hate to back down, but there are so many other things I could be doing, instead of wasting my time on him... And yet, I made no effort to move. I just stood there.
Words: 313 Muse: Notes: Hmm..What to do now?
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Post by shadowsareblue on Oct 1, 2011 19:21:32 GMT -5
| I don't really care what you think of me/Because either way you're going to think what you believe |
| There's nothing you could say that would hurt me |
”So, what have you got against mares? I don't blame you for your distaste towards them. I hate the entire equine species, save myself. Everything is so stereotype."
[orange]”You mares are always either headstrong and uppity, or 'sweet' and servile. It's disgusting to look at,”[/orange] he said, a hint of agreement in his tone even as he pointedly included her in his statement. He didn't even bother to reply to her sarcastic little diatribe, figuring he'd let her run herself out. He'd never been one to play along when people were trying to make a point. He found it far too troublesome to deal with. [orange]”Not that most stallions are much better, mind. They all seem to be overly obsessed with 'honor' and other such worthless pursuits, or simply lack any form of dignity altogether.”[/orange] he rolled his eyes as he said this, memories of the simpering idiots he'd had to deal with in his travels flitting through his mind.
One of his least favorite dealings with others of his species was with one particularly 'sweet' Arabian mare. Before he'd wised up and learned better, he spent a few days traveling with her, and although she hadn't been that pretty she'd seemed to have a sparkling personality to make up for it. He soon learned better. When he tried to split ways with her after a few weeks, she attempted to force him into staying, telling him that he was destined for her and that she loved him with all of her heart. He wasn't actually sure what had happened to her, but last he saw she'd been bleeding and broken on the ground after he'd ensured she would be unable to follow him. He thought she might have survived but... Anything is possible.
Realizing his thoughts had carried him away, although only for a moment, he pulled himself back into the present. Pandora was prettier than the other mare at least, whose name he couldn't bare to remember, and he'd learned that dealing with a pretty mare at least had some benefit for him. He got something nice to look at, and they were less likely to lust after the first fit stallion that crossed their path. He took a step closer toward her, interested in provoking her despite his inherent dislike of conflict. She was amusing to annoy, and it seemed that he could do so simply by acting like himself, which took little to no effort on his part. In fact, he found it rather... refreshing, to throw barbs at someone who wouldn't burst into tears after the first volley.
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Post by Spuds on Oct 2, 2011 18:37:24 GMT -5
Pandora
You mares are always either headstrong and uppity, or 'sweet' and servile. It's disgusting to look at.
"True that. There's no happy median, is there? Just one extreme or another. What is this dreadful world coming to?"
I noticed that he was trying to take a jab at me with that comment, but I showed no reaction. I know I'm not perfect. Even though I would prefer for other people not to know that. But since I've already made my faults obvious, why get touchy? Besides, it would please him if I got upset. That's what feeds the addiction to spiteful words. I should know. That's what I live off of.
Not that most stallions are much better, mind. They all seem to be overly obsessed with 'honor' and other such worthless pursuits, or simply lack any form of dignity altogether
"Oh definitely. It's absolutely sickening. And then there is the forcer, devilish type. They at least they provide some amusement. And can be quite enjoyable to mess around with. But I am curious to know, which of those categories do you place yourself in?" I asked, with an innocent blink of the eyes, and a voice to match.
I've met a lot of horses in my four and a half years of walking this earth. And the majority, I've hated with a passion. But let's take a moment to concentrate on the couple I have liked, heaven forbid. They were brothers. Very hansom, and lots of fun. The bad boy type. I liked them both, and they both liked me. But I couldn't decided between them. Frankly, I didn't want to try. They decided for me. One killed the other. I was sad, and angered at the living one. To think that they were under the impression that I was something that could be fought over, and claimed! Without so much as discussing it with me first. But I decided to forgive him. But then he got ideas about reforming, and becoming a "respectable" stallion. He assumed I would be his mare, and we'd have a heard. So he changed completely, and started treating me like a helpless, defenseless little mare. Like one of the other mares. Who were all ditz, by the way. So, I told him off then murdered him. Now you know that I've tried the whole Romance bit. And because of it, I've come to the conclusion that it is way overrated, and not for me. I suppose I will be a loner for the rest of my life. But after meeting all those idiotic horses like that mare I mentioned earlier, the idea of being a loner is appealing.
But who knows. I may change my mind someday, if I find someone bearable. Maybe.
I watched as Rowland took a step closer to me. I narrowed my eyes, ever suspicious, and maybe even interested. Being a snarky person myself, I at least can appreciate the genius that goes into it. Though I wouldn't call Rowland a genius.
What is he up to? I waited for some snarky comment on his part. For that is what I fully expected.
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Post by shadowsareblue on Oct 3, 2011 21:26:31 GMT -5
| I don't really care what you think of me/Because either way you're going to think what you believe |
| There's nothing you could say that would hurt me |
Rowland lifted his head high into the air, gathering the shreds of his poise and pulling them back around himself. He refused to be caught off balance by Pandora, and he refused to let his composure fall away. His confidence was, in his opinion, one of his best traits, and he wasn't about to let some upstart mare ruin that. The urge to move closer, to investigate her more in depth was still there, but he would not be ruled by it. He was far above that sort of behavior, after all.
"Oh definitely. It's absolutely sickening. And then there is the forcer, devilish type. They at least they provide some amusement. And can be quite enjoyable to mess around with. But I am curious to know, which of those categories do you place yourself in?"
With a quick shake of his mane, flicking it strongly to get it out of his face, he turned his head toward her once more, carefully settling a smirk back onto his face. He was known for his dignity, and he would keep it in tact. [orange]”I am in the category of not caring, so don't bother trying to dig deeper,”[/orange] he snorted in amusement, he'd always refused to lump himself into any category that might relate him to others of his species. [orange]"Also, don't ever buy into a stallion's 'forceful' facade. Chances are, they're only trying to protect their poor, defenseless heart, and really all they need is someone kind and loving who understands them,”[/orange] he finished his little diatribe with his voice dripping in sarcasm, unable to veil his dislike of such idiotic matters.
Before he realized it, he'd let her draw him back into their debate, and he cursed himself for that. He'd learned not to let himself be distracted when dealing with others. If he was going to play games with her, he was going to do it properly. With that thought in mind, he started moving forward with slow, deliberate steps, sidestepping Pandora neatly as he passed. He walked to the rivers edge, barely keeping her in the corner of his eye, and pantomiming calm as he slid his head down to the water to drink. As he did so, he was very careful not to let a hint of nerves show, knowing this entire little routine would be ruined by the slightest hint of a flinch.
Let her sweat, he'd enjoy watching her react. From what he'd seen so far, she didn't do too well with being disregarded or ignored.
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Post by Spuds on Oct 5, 2011 22:00:16 GMT -5
PandoraYes I opened the box.
No I don't regret it.
Curiosity killed the Cat.
Misery wants company.
And all those heartwarming
quotes from far and near.
Need I say more?
Rowland shook out his mane, and responded with that aggravating smirk on his muzzle again. I am in the category of not caring, so don't bother trying to dig deeper I was about to reply, but he continued. Also, don't ever buy into a stallion's 'forceful' facade. Chances are, they're only trying to protect their poor, defenseless heart, and really all they need is someone kind and loving who understands them.
"Don't worry about my digging. If I were to dig, it would imply that I thought there was something worth digging. So be not in despair! I shall cast down my shovel and bury it." I made a dramatic gesture, with a toss of my head. I noted the sarcasm in his voice. "And as for the stallions...They don't need someone who will baby their childish 'feelings', and foolish heart. They need a slap up side the head, and to be forced to grow up and toughen up." Disgust was evident in my voice, as I practically spat out the words.
Rowland side stepped past me and walked back to the riverbank, and started to drink. How dare he act as if this conversation is over without my consent! Hmph!
I stood still for a moment, debating what to do. Briefly I considered going up behind him and kicking him in, but decided against it. I suppose I could have simply walked away. But I really didn't have any other plans for the day, so there was no hurry for me to leave. Besides, this is my river! It's my turf, and I'm not going to give it up.
Finally, I made up my mind. I walked up right beside him. I turned my black and white face to him, and smiled, narrowing my eyes slightly, turning the smile into a more mischievous one. With a graceful arch, I jumped into the river, in front of him. I sent water in ever which way, to splash him. I started laughing hysterically. It's been so long since I've laughed. I usually snort in amusement, but never a full out laugh. Surprisingly, it felt very nice. I made a mental note to laugh more often.
With a devilish grin on my face, I looked towards Rowland, ready to savor every moment of his reaction to his little, heh, unexpected bath.
Words: Muse: =D Notes: Hehehe! What next?
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Post by shadowsareblue on Oct 6, 2011 19:25:24 GMT -5
| I don't really care what you think of me/Because either way you're going to think what you believe |
| There's nothing you could say that would hurt me |
It was with a sense of horrible apprehension that Rowland watched Pandora leap in front of him. He had a split second of realization to what she was doing but by that point it was too late. There was no way he was avoiding the wall of water coming in his direction. It felt like the world slowed down, and he braced himself for it just as the water hit, narrowly missing his face. That little flea-bitten cur would pay, oh she would. He didn't even have to check to know that his mane was destroyed, most like laying limp and soaked against his side. It took ages for him to dry out, and he was left itchy and covered with dust when he did. She... he didn't even have words for it.
It took a few deep breaths for him to relax enough to think clearly again, and it was only then that he was aware enough to hear her laughing. He watched her, finding an odd sense of reassurance in her laugh. It wasn't exactly comforting, but it let him relax a bit, content in the fact that she had no worse goals in mind.
He drew himself up to his full height, all 15 hands of it. He might not be the tallest of stallions, but he knew that he was a fairly impressive sight when he tried to be; his wide chest and thick neck supported by a set of powerful and steady legs. All in all, with his (normally) perfect mane and his cool demeanor, he stood out from the crowd, and he knew it. Slowly, his eyes locked with hers, he pawed at the ground, his sharp hooves digging grooves into the dirt. She better be ready to finish what she'd started.
With a quick movement, designed entirely to catch her off guard, he leaped forward, his hooves diving heavily into the clear water, splashing a wave of water back into Pandora's face. He raised his head as high as he could, prancing toward her with a surprisingly sincere grin. His legs splashed as heavily into the water as he could manage, sending wave after wave of water after her.
Though, like many things, he would never admit it, but the water felt nice against his sweaty pelt, and it was almost... fun. He barely spoke, and yet she seemed to understand him regardless.
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Post by Spuds on Oct 8, 2011 14:41:33 GMT -5
Pandora
I watched with utter delight as the water collided with his (previously) immaculate mane and body. Oh the poor chap had realized just a few moments too late.
My sides were starting to hurt from laughing so hard. Finally the laughter subsided, and I noticed Rowland take a deep breath, and he looked me in the eye, and pawed at the ground. I snorted and narrowed my eyes once more. I could feel words written on my face, saying 'Bring. It. On.' But I don't think Rowland say them.
Although I had a good idea what his act of retaliation would be (Think about it. There's not many ways in a river, are there? And ya gotta use what you have.), I stayed put, and waited. But even with this in mind, I did think there might be a chance he would be too prissy to get in the water. Nonetheless, he lunged in the river and sent splash after splash into me. It was wonderful! Knock yourself out Honey. I can stand here all day. I grinned. I have traveled down rivers for so long, I feel just as comfortable in the water, as I do on dry land. I wouldn't be surprised if one day I grew fins! Well, maybe that's exaggerating a little, but you get the idea.
I jumped through one wall of water that Rowland sent in my direction, and landed about one yard in front of him. I swung my powerful hindquarters around, causing a big splash to fly at his face and chest. If I am going to be soaked, so is he. I reasoned. I started laughing once more, and danced around him in a circle, kicking up my heels like a young filly.
I could tell he was finding this experience in the water pleasurable, even though he didn't admit it. Oh well. It'll do him some good to stop being such a snob, and to live a little.
That last sentence seems awfully nice for me, doesn't it? Well, don't get used to it. The only reason I'm alright with him having fun is because I'm having a blast!
"Come and get me Pretty boy. Show me what ya got." My voice and eyes challenged, playfully. I grinned, and stopped dancing around him. I turned my backside towards him, and kicked out my hind legs harshly, to splash him once more. .
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Post by shadowsareblue on Oct 13, 2011 1:43:20 GMT -5
| I don't really care what you think of me/Because either way you're going to think what you believe |
| There's nothing you could say that would hurt me |
Considering how absolutely frustrating this mare had been, Rowland felt surprisingly... Well, surprisingly not-frustrated. It wasn't anything as supremely vapid as affection that he felt toward her, more a sort of satisfaction in the fact that she seemed to be quite similar to him in various regards. Which, considering how detached he liked to keep himself, he would actually admit that was a fairly big step. Yes, he thought with a bit of amusement as he watched her dance around him in the river, enjoyment plain on her face, she was definitely tolerable. At least, she was for now.
He breathed with measured breaths, waiting until she was prancing just in front of him... perfect! His timing was set, now he just had to move, and move quickly. His muscles bunched in one quick motion, their powerful force propelling him forward with a leap, just fast enough for him to catch the air above her flank with a bite, the resounding -clash- of his teeth echoing through the woods. He gathered himself again, giving her a quick grin in the hope that she'd catch on, but not waiting a moment longer than he had to before taking off. He barely watched where he was going as he dashed headlong into the forest, the paths he had marked earlier coming in quite handy at this point. The entire point of the game was spontaneous, and definitely a bit out of character, but at this point he didn't mind that. He did like to have fun, after all, even if he rarely indulged in that urge with others of his kind.
[orange]”Just try to catch me!”[/orange] he shouted out quickly as his legs stretched out, his voice loud to insure she heard it just as he left the clearing. He wasn't sure she'd follow, though from what he'd seen so far of her competitive streak, he had an inkling that it might be the case. It was also a comfort to him that he had nothing to lose. Worse case scenario meant she didn't follow, and he lost... absolutely nothing from that. He'd already had plenty of fun, and if she didn't follow and left him alone, well, that was okay – he'd more than filled his social quota. Not to say he wasn't hoping she would...
The crash of his hooves through the undergrowth was soothing, and so familiar it was almost second nature. He loved it all, the way the wind streaked through his still drying mane, and the way that the scent of pine drifted up from the ground with every needle-crushing step. It would be interesting, if she had followed, to see how fast she was. He was exceptionally fast, he was sure of that, but she was an unknown, and interesting test if you will. She'd moved quickly in their games in the clearing, quicker than he'd expected, so he hoped that she would surprise him.
[orange]Comments:[/orange]Sorry if I kind of derailed the thread, I just couldn't think of an apt response for him in that scenario... So I just sorta winged it. xD Also... another apology, my brain is fried so this post might be a little incomprehensible. Sorry about that.
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