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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on May 18, 2006 23:18:03 GMT -5
The brute watched the two bicker as though he were invisible. Cranium shook side to side, watching them like pups fighting over a piece of meat/ He knew that Beth was neutral, but a sarcastic manx. Snort exploded is' nares and the brute eyed both and turned to walk away. Banner swung from side to side while his golden body dried.
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Post by Allanon on May 18, 2006 23:37:36 GMT -5
The smile that tugged at the velvets of the flicka did not go unnoticed by Beth. It was not the typical hollow smiles that was often displayed because etiquette declared that you must. Instead, this was a genuine expression that played on her muzzle as well as flickered in her bright lanterns. Never before had someone responded like this to her words. Others simply didn't understand or appreciate the blunt truth half obscured in riddle. Beth flashed a sheepish grin of her own before she proceeded.
We must agree with you while also disagreeing. Thou must indulge in thy shadows in moderation. Too much shall drown thee, but too little brings drought. The sapling needs just the right moisture to thrive. And if thou walks only in the future how will thee survive the pebble in today's path that will lame thee as easily as the root that stretches across tomorrow's path?
Sable femme was vaguely aware of the sounds and movements of her lord at the edge of her perception, but was too intrigued by the conversation she was having with her newfound companion to care.
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Post by astoria on May 20, 2006 17:07:26 GMT -5
~*~A the corner of her mind's eye she remembered the steed in the background. A burst of carbon shot through her nares at the sound of the other's words.
Yes of course my dear soul, but, this philosophical conversation is tiring, shall we move onto less important, firilous manners?
The thing weighing on her mind, why the lack of other equines around here? She hadn't seen other steeds asidefrom Zanzibar. She sighed once again, tired for a reason unknown.~*~
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Post by Allanon on May 21, 2006 23:14:46 GMT -5
Beth was crestfallen when sunny femme called an end to their dual of minds. Philosophical debates were a way to fill the void of silence without ever really saying anything. They were a way to shroud your true self in riddles and half-truths, only revealing tidbits of self. Frivilous conversations often focused on learning more about one another, something Beth was loathe to do. Bruja heard the other sigh and cast her a quizzical look.
Be anything the matter?
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Post by astoria on May 22, 2006 18:59:11 GMT -5
~*~Rolling her rootbeer tinted globes backward she groaned. "Jump to conclusions much? No, not really guess you could say 'teenage stuf'." Her chin tucked into the delicate hollow in breastbone she stared at the other. What was it with older people and always thinking things were wrong?~*~
sorry for the short post no muse but wanted to keep this going
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Post by Allanon on May 24, 2006 0:05:07 GMT -5
[no apologies needed]
Beth's disposition, as fickle as the summer weather, changed immediately. Harks tipped back and whipcords whisked her flanks in mild annoyance at the youth's actions. Beth never did appreciate youngster's rolling their eyes at her. Forgive us for attempting to be courteous. Next time thou sighs we shall diregard thee in the same manner as we disregard the lowly fly as it falls prey to a spider. Sable femme stood silent, paperthins slightly flared.
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Post by astoria on May 24, 2006 19:41:20 GMT -5
~*~ While she understood that the actions and words of the other femme were meant to offend, she couldn't help but be amused. Comparing her to a fly? Choking on a giggle she knew would be ill recieved she attempted to hide her emotions. She couldn't help that she liked this overly cynical and pessimistic maiden that seemed the complete opposite of herself. A fly, I would think atleast a horse fly! Well, forgive her for the pun but she is still young. Cornelia smothered yet another fit of laughter. Quite sorry dear Beth, didn't mean to offend you my darling Spider.~*~
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Post by Allanon on May 24, 2006 23:29:38 GMT -5
Beth could tell that the sunny fae before her was attempting to smother her mirth. The slight quiver of her barrel and the twinkling of her eye gave away the emotions that she fought to repress. If the flicka thought this was fun, Beth was quite prepared to test the limits of the other's tolerance. Doth thou wish to be a horse fly? A great black pest who's bite brings pain and whose very presence is cursed? Fly carefully, pest, for the careless bug shall find itself in the Widow's web.
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Post by astoria on May 29, 2006 19:52:32 GMT -5
So she was being tested. She understood that, but why? All she wanted was a bit of fun and some gallent lover to sweep her off her feet. Was that too much to ask? She didn't need a governess like Nanny McPhee either. She smirked at the words of the other. Lucky for me if I was a bug, I'd be a butterly. You on the other hand, would be a cockroach.
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Post by Allanon on May 31, 2006 1:52:38 GMT -5
[hmmm...Nanny McPhee. I may have to take offense to that if I ever saw the movie. lol]
Beth found herself torn between two emotions. On the one hand she was revolted and offended by being likened to a roach, but on the other she somewhat admired the resiliency of the insect. A long silence followed the fae's words while Beth mulled over what to say. Then we shall remain safe within our armoured shell while you flit about on fragile wings. While the slightest breeze might destroy the beautiful butterfly, the humble roach may yet find refuge beneath the stone that sought to crush it.
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Post by astoria on May 31, 2006 20:19:55 GMT -5
[i din't mean it as ugly...i was watching the movie at the time i meant it as like...say please and thank you
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Post by astoria on May 31, 2006 20:24:31 GMT -5
[mm can i bring revvy into this convo?]
~*~Cornelia preened gently at the thought of being a butterfly. How nice it would be to fly with the wind in your ribbons and how weightless it must feel. She turned back to the other. Well, if she was a cockroach at least she cold survive nuclear attack. [glow=red,2,300]Maybe a gust but not a breeze. Anyhows, bugs are boring..are there any other people in this place other then you and Zanzibar?[/glow] She craned her tiara searching for others. Where were they?~*~
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Post by Allanon on Jun 1, 2006 0:14:09 GMT -5
[yes, by all means, please bring revvy in]
There be other souls, yes, but we do not deal much with them. They be boring, fleeting shadows that come and go as they please. Most notable of the wraiths be Kaliska, sister of our lord Zanzibar, and Breseis, a favorite trifle of our lord Zanzibar. The harem recently lost a soul to the wolves, but it was not much of a loss. With luck you shall come to know the remaining ones. Beth turned her diadem away from the other figure. Thinking of the others, she snorted forcefully. They are naught but numbers to swell the ranks of our lord's harem. We have no need to associate with them nor them with us. All works out better that way. Create no ties for ties are easily broken when thieving stags come to call. Beth hid her emotions behind a blank mask, chocolate orbs revealing nothing of her inner thoughts. Velvet muzzle dropped to the emerald grass. She lipped at it disinterestedly, only occassionally cropping the shoots.
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Post by astoria on Jun 1, 2006 21:47:51 GMT -5
Cornelia: ~*~ This seemed to be a sore subject for Beth and she regretted pushing it further. But you know what they always say, curiousity killed the cat. [glow=red,300]I thought there weren't any other steeds?[/glow] Childish thoughts and childish questions for a teenage mare. She knew that grwing up was imperative but boys are just so much fun!~*~
Revvy: +Upon having given up the hope that the other equines would find him, Revolution decided he would find them. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. He strode boldly to the two femmes basking in the sunlight by a cascading water fall. His sable coat gleamed and he cast the two a glance to discern their temperments. He stopped as the point of a triangle near the two and let out a bugle with his vocals. Greetings I am Revolution when he fell silent again a barely audible whisper was heard, and I am here to set you free of tyranny.
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Post by Allanon on Jun 3, 2006 23:51:22 GMT -5
The stag's sudden appearance, coupled with his commanding bugle, caught the femme off guard. Tiara shot high in the air and weight simultaneously rocked back on tensed hindquarters. Nostrils flared wide as she drank in the stranger's scent. Long locks hung like a veil over her orbs, preventing the newcomer from getting a clear view of their inky depths. Femmora dipped her dial in curt greeting. Greetings, Revolution. We be Stumbling to Bethlehem, Bethlehem for ease's sake, Beth in haste. M'Lord must have already granted thee safe passage through this land for thee to roam this far in peace. Be we far from the truth? As she ran her gaze appraisingly over the brute's form, she was thankful that he could not see her optics. Beth was impressed with the well-sculpted specimen before her, but had yet to decide whether he was worth getting to know further.
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