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Post by zenith on Jun 12, 2007 15:25:10 GMT -5
((Whoot! Thats cute. They're going to make one cute pair. Little kitten will be something of a weird thing for her, she'll have to think about that one for a moment. Aha. I happen to think that they are going to have a great time, teasing and jesting. Possibly making more of it, but I happen to like the teasing and jesting, thats really fun to do. ^^))
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Post by zenith on Jun 12, 2007 15:29:47 GMT -5
((I'm trying not to do fortune telling, as I'm sure I'd end up making a disappointment for the both of us or trying to push things into a situation that they are not supposed to go. Although I do foresee them having a great time. They seem to be the funniest ones. Although I haven't ventured too much into other boards at the moment. Hehe.))
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Post by Starbird on Jun 12, 2007 15:30:32 GMT -5
((Grin. Do I get a reply?))
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Post by zenith on Jun 12, 2007 15:34:39 GMT -5
((Sure thing, I'm getting it out ASAP. ))
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Post by Starbird on Jun 12, 2007 15:35:38 GMT -5
((Don't hurry, meh mam wants it again. Tah!))
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Post by zenith on Jun 12, 2007 15:42:29 GMT -5
Laughter? Since when did laughter come into the equation? And why was she so funny? Since when had she become so danged funny? A light stamp of her hoof as she glowered a tad bit, what did she say? "And I said what that was funny?" she questioned, rather irritably at that. Although she had to admit she wasn't too much of a fighter, just a haughty she-horse with pride that tended to swell to a bit too much. And this was apparently her first test, eh? Test it be, and her ears pinned against her head. Watching the stallion all but giggle at her.
"I don't recall where the joke happened to show up." she stated, crisply and cleanly, although that was bellied by the look on her face. Oh dear, there was an inch of hardened anger and a slight bit of humor. But that humor was fading fast and she pouted, looking very silly at the moment. It was her reaction, how could she be funny? It wasn't even something she could remember! Did she somehow put up a joke? Tail lashed at her side and she stamped her foot with a little bit more power. It was a call, in a way, pay attention to me! Why, and most importantly, where did I say funny?!
Hazel eyes looked like they could grill an egg by just the vision and the heated glare she had on her face. To say a secret; it wasn't that hard to calm her down once you got her angry. Tease her and calm her, although she wasn't near as friendly to the mares that did that to her. In fact, she never spoke to them again. Much less even responded to them, but something about this stallion kept her there. What was the pull?
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Post by zenith on Jun 12, 2007 15:43:01 GMT -5
((Alright, I look forward to a reply whenever you can crank one out. ^^ See you later!))
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Post by Starbird on Jun 13, 2007 8:20:50 GMT -5
Oh, dear. Oh, dear, botheration my me. Where to start? Where to start indeed? Dante pulled a heaving breath, still grinning from ear to ear. He tried to regain eye contact. The expression on her face blew it to hell and high water. He couldn't respond at all to her first comment. Startled and so indignant... she really did resemble a young cat. He did believe he had affronted her royal pride. "I don't recall where the joke happened to show up." Her voice was clipped and cool, but he could practically feel her swelling with indignation. He hazarded a glance upwards to catch her red-cheeked pout. That did him in. "Well," he was having significant trouble breathing "well, I don't precisely know where to begin. Ah hah hah..." He trailed off into warm chuckles, finally able to straighten a bit. She was glaring at him fit to send him to cinders. Stamp, stamp. Let me guess, Daddy's little girl, all grown up? The indulgent smile he gave her had just a little too much warmth in it to count for infuriation purposes. She was very, very young. "Let me just say you don't have the face for the seductress angle, little kitten."
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Post by Tilliah on Jun 13, 2007 17:57:36 GMT -5
Phratica listened with intent calmness to the other mare and stallion banter, waiting quietly for her moment to speak. Her bay coat shone irridescently in the late sunshine, her eyes flicking from one equine to the other as she grazed nonchalantly upon the baked brown grass. Sensing the other mare's agitation at the piebald stag's deep, hearty chuckles, she almost smiled. That was the quality in being silent. She snorted instead, and raised her head. A seductress angel ? She almost snorted again. You don't find those often. Her browned forelock was whisped out of her eyes by a gentle breath from her soft nostrils. With a quiet appearance, her snippy, lilting voice graced the tender ground.
"If you wanted a seductress angel, you wouldn't be here." The last syllable reached the other equines' ears with a sharp, spitting ephasis. here She gazed coldly out at them, and flicked a lazy bluebottle away with an eggbeater tail. She was a raggedy horse, to say the least. Her coat was barely scruffy, but a bit dull. The only sign of real life was in her eyes. They searched the others' expressions endlessly and purposely, with a deliberately calm feeling. She loved beating another mare. At any game. At the moment, she was completely calm. And although princess over there acted like she was, you could feel the anger in waves pusling from her. She was defenitely new to hiding her feelings.
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Post by Starbird on Jun 13, 2007 18:37:44 GMT -5
((Oh, woot, Tilliah! I thought you'd left.))
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Post by Starbird on Jun 13, 2007 19:24:03 GMT -5
"If you wanted a seductress angel, you wouldn't be here," someone spat. Blinking, Dante turned. Where had she come from? Almost anywhere, you dolt. You were laughing so hard a rampaging boar could have snuck up on you, a nagging voice that sounded like an old friend sniped. She looks just the type to take advantage of it, too.
Take advantage of it, eh? The newcomer slouched bellicosely a few paces away. Rather ironically, she was nearly the same color as the kitten- chocolate-pointed chestnut, minus the rough belly splash, plus a little star. She'd been Ori-fied, though- scruffy, faded, liberal application of road dust. Either she didn't know how to take care of herself or didn't care. He was betting on the latter. Her eyes were not the sort of orbs you saw on people like Ori. He could feel her classifying them. Kitten- Rival. Him- Prey. So she wanted to roughhouse?
"Nice opening, Miss Merc, but you flubbed your line. I said, 'seductress angle'- way of approaching a situation?" He grinned, showing some fang. She could be Kitten's big sister, all grown up and familiar with her claws. Here he'd thought he'd hooked a cunning mercenary... He'd hooked a baby one and the real deal was fishing for him. "Close, though." ((XP I don't quite like the last bit. The dialogue will stay the same, but I might rewrite the ..non-dialogue text.))
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Post by Tilliah on Jun 13, 2007 20:29:19 GMT -5
((OOC: I'm grounded, but on Xeoa's Computer. XDD))
Phratica swivled an irritated ear at him, pretending not to care. But he'd hit a soft spot. He' punctured her pride, and for that he'd pay. She could feel him coursing over her with curious eyes. Openly. Deliberately. "Well the way you said it made me think that you had flubbed your line," The mare replied, with open disgust in her voice. It was no longer pleasant or lilting. It was spiteful, and meant to kick hard at him with gaurd you couldn't have with physical violence. Her eyes hardened.
She was surprised the other mare hadn't said something. For some reason, she felt as if she was on the stallion's side already. He had a way of charming with his words. But not her. She did not lower her head like the other. She just stared into his confident features, her heart cold. Her nostrils flared with each breath. Phratica would not be prey for anyone. Especially some foolhardy over confident stallion. With a huff, she turned back to grazing, knowing no matter what he said now, she had the upper hand. Oh, if only she knew him. She wouldn't be so naive.
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Post by Starbird on Jun 14, 2007 10:24:42 GMT -5
((Smooth! XD)) He'd got her there. One ear went back and she flinched. Dante had the funny image of a balloon with a hole in it fwizzing around a room. Oh, he'd done it now. The mare's eyes locked on, seeming to burn the message, You'll pay for this, into his hide. The words she spat at him were absolutely venemous. She would have scared him more if she'd picked words he wouldn't have expected from a yearling. Or Little Kitten. Then again, it would have scared him anyway if he hadn't been such a social kamikaze. Dante was, however, a lost case. Her nostrils were flaring with each breath. She glared daggers at both him and Kitten, head high, refusing to back down. I still have my pride! snarled she. Did she know she was blushing? They were alike. She spun away in a huff, stalking back to the patch of grass she'd apparently come from in the first place. I refuse to speak to you. Speaking to you is pointless, I've won. Sour grapes! Now this just had to be amended. The piebald grinned. He was having too much fun to let her get away now. "And that, Miss Merc, was a weak comeback."
((Ooh! I'd thought this was longer. Sorry.))
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Post by Tilliah on Jun 14, 2007 10:50:10 GMT -5
And now, he was using her. Anything she did, he knew what to do with it. IF she didn't soon thin of something, he'd drive her crazy. Phratica turned to stare at him with a new look in her chocolatey eyes. Two could play at this game.
She molded her features into a pathetically sad, hopefully surrenduring look, and spoke with the boice of one who has given in. "I resent that," She said softly.
But of course, it was all a trick. She wanted to see what she could do with him. It didn't matter if he knew she was toying with him. She knew he was toying with her, so what was the problem?
"But I do agree." She finished, lowering her eyes. But look carefully, and you'd see she hadn't changed anything else in her posture. Her neck was still arched from when she'd pulled away from her graze, and her head was still high.
Yes, I resent that. I resent that quite a B I T;;[/i]
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Post by Starbird on Jun 14, 2007 11:50:44 GMT -5
Pfsoo. That was the sound of Dante exploding into laughter again. "What is this, the Bad Actors Convention?" he gasped. That, that was too much. Puppy dog eyes? Puppy dog eyes? He was dying. If laughter is the best medicine, I am high, high, high. Oh, dear. He couldn't breathe. That was a weird feeling, doubled over and actually laughing too hard to get proper oxygen. It didn't do anything for the mirth, but it did cause him to clam up a bit. He semi-straightened, still snickering, and looked her over with the eye he wasn't winking a tear out of. That face was thankfully turned to the ground, but the rest of her body had apparently not gotten the memo she was in 'poor, pitiable me' mode. She was stiff as a board, and her rumpled fur was even more crazy for the bristling. The abject contrast between her expression and body language was comical in itself. (He managed to keep a hold of himself, this time.) "Okay, Miss Merc, maybe you'd better stick to the assasinations. Theater is a rough business, you know." He wondered what she was ploying him for. To see if he could be manipulated? Would she suddenly spring for his throat? Trying to guilt him into an apology? (Wouldn't that be an anticlimax.) All her guile had went out the window when she'd fumbled. The resembelance between her and Little Kitten was extraordinary. He was honestly wondering if they were related, now.
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