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Post by Evil Crazed Monkey on Dec 24, 2006 16:03:15 GMT -5
Painted Rainbow trotted into the Claiming Valley, the thuds of the hooffalls echoing off the walls of the mountains around them, the snorts emittd from her nares heard everywhere, as if she was all around them. It didn't matter who they were, it just mattered that they were them, and they were there. Hooves were sore, but only the weak complain of pain, breaths were strained, but only the weak mutter curses. Travel, she had, and for a long time too, but stop she would not, not until she found a place to rest.
Lenses shifted throughout the terrain, searching for another presence. Deciding there were none, pistons slowed to a stop, head swiveled in different directions, searching for a place to rest. Orbs landed on large tree, pistons walked towards it, looking for shade. Bod rested under leaves, sinews slumped and whipcord hit flies, trying to get a taste of blood. Duos swiveled, searching for a brute. She had been alone for long, and she craved company. Not in a while had she seen a living, breathing creature, not since she had set out.
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Post by Evil Crazed Monkey on Dec 24, 2006 17:27:22 GMT -5
Painted Rainbow swiveled her dial at the sound of a stag, auds pricked. Her orbs soon locked on the stag, and she stared at him as he approached. She looked him up and down, sizing him up, before she spoke. "I'm fine, thank you for your concern stag."
She raised her dial, the wind catching her mane and making it flow. Her orbs glittered at seeing another equine, stag or not. Even though this brute seemed nice enough, she stayed on gaurd, being captured by a darg tyrant once before. She had eventually gotten away after "persuading" the tyrant that she wasn't worth keeping there.
"Stag, I was wondering, why do you approach me, but not ask for my name like so many others?" She stared him in the orbs, making sure her hard glare would make him crack. She then parted her kissers again, and her words flew put from her maw andtowards the brute, like a song. "By the way, my name's Painted Rainbow, but you can call me Rain for short."
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Post by Lex on Dec 24, 2006 17:44:44 GMT -5
"Because I do not believe it my right, now that I've just met you, I usually wait until they tell me. I'm Fitzwilliam, and you'll soon find that I am not like other stags."
Fitzwilliam grinned at the beauty and tried to show her he was eager to find out about her, even though he was slightly scared. [/color][/size][/i][/center]
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Post by Evil Crazed Monkey on Dec 24, 2006 18:11:01 GMT -5
Painted Rainbow raised her eyeskin slightly at Fitzwilliam. Many brutes and tyrants had said that to her, and the only way they were different from each other, was that one was worse than the last. "Oh really, and in what way might that be?" she asked.
She had always been cautious of stallions, but this one made her plainly suspicious. She knew this stag seemed no different from the others, but she just couldn't shake of the feeling that he was. Others just screamed at her and ordered her around, while this one was trying to be nice, or so it seemed.
He's trying to lower my gaurd, then, while I'm thinking how nice and handsome he is, he'll snatch me away. Ha, like that'll ever happen, she thought slyly. She knew her expression had changed as she thought this, and the brute was probably thinking she was quite weird. Oh well, that'll just drive him off, she thought.
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Post by Lex on Dec 24, 2006 21:39:16 GMT -5
Fitzwilliam sighed at this acusation; how he hated the sterotypical reaction to any stag that claimed to be different. Everytime he approached a vixen, they turned him away because of the reaction he had to everyone's questions, so this time he planned to tell the truth, as he'd always hoped he'd be able to.
"Because I'm honest; I don't try to hide the truth by changing the subject to something irrelevant and attractive. I don't try to steal faes for the sport, I believe that love should be fallen into and never retreated from, as some stags do not." [/b][/center]
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Post by Evil Crazed Monkey on Dec 25, 2006 19:36:39 GMT -5
Painted Rainbow stared at Fitzwilliam, amazed and in shock. Never, in as long as she had lived, had she heard a stallion speak words as calming and sincere as these. She was used to the harshness of tyrants, and this stag changed her view of them completely. Maybe some of them really did have a good soul.
"Well, Fitzwilliam, you have convinced me. Never in my life did I think I would hear words like that from a brute, but it sounds like I just did. You have earned my respect, stag, and if I were you, I'd be grateful of that." She dipped her head slightly to Fitzwilliam, then retreated back under the shade of the tree.
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Post by Lex on Dec 28, 2006 15:29:21 GMT -5
"Oh don't be too bold miss, someone might mistake you for someone important. I wish you not to think of me as below you. Why is it that you are so important through your eyes?" Fitzwilliam's sudden outburst surprised him. He didn't mean to say that, but he did nonetheless. "Forgive me, I was not how they say, 'in tune' with my brain for a brief minute. I did not mean for that interrogation..."[/color][/size][/center][/i][/b]
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Post by Evil Crazed Monkey on Dec 28, 2006 16:16:12 GMT -5
Painted Rainbow narrowed her orbs angrily at the stag. "Important? And where did you get that impression from, tyrant?" she said, with a hostile tone in her voice. "You were lucky to earn my respect for that one moment, because I hardly ever accept stags, never consider them as a friend."
She had stepped out from under the tree and was glaring at the brute with pure hatred in her eyes. "Yes, apologize for your words, brute, but you know you meant them. Don't try to hide it from me, I can tell these things" She continued to stare at the tyrant, her eyes not softening even a little. Ever since the incident in he old lands, which she would prefer not to mention, no stag had even dared to talk to her, and this one was crossing the line by speaking one word to her.
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Post by Lex on Dec 28, 2006 17:00:11 GMT -5
"I...I do not have the talent of conversing easily with people that I've never met before." Fitzwilliam lowered his boa until his dialreached the ground. He closed his orbs- "Sometimes I slip and say things that yes, I do mean, but I however do not mean for the opposite person to particularly hear. I'm sorry you had to find this out about me so soon. As for your respect, I have no doubt that for you to say that it is so hard to gain it, that something must have happened-earlier on- to cause you to think like that. It is not my place to ask, so if you ever feel the need to express yourself, please do it through me."[/color][/size][/center][/i][/b]
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Post by Evil Crazed Monkey on Dec 28, 2006 19:13:02 GMT -5
Painted Rainbow's gaze softened a little at these words. Never in her life had she met a stag that was actually honest with her. She lowered her boa and looked at Fitzwilliam straight in the eye. "Fitzwilliam, I am sorry about my outburst also. I am not usually like this. It's just the way all those tyrants have pushed me around, acting as if they're the ruler of the world and I'm just their toy. I am not used to stags being nice to me, and I guess I had the wrong reaction to it."
She sighed, raising her boa again, hoping the stag had taken her words to his heart. She had certainly taken his. "And as for the why-are-you-so-important case, well, we'll just have to see what your punishment will be!" She grinned, and burst out laughing. It had seemed ages since she had ever even chuckled, let alone had a laughing fit. She finally calmed down and looked at the stag again, wondering what his reaction would be to her words. She hoped it wouldn't be bad.
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Post by Lex on Dec 28, 2006 19:24:06 GMT -5
Fitzwilliam was startled by the mare's reaction, but enjoyed it all the same. He had met faes before that were very abrupt and left as soon as meet him, but he had a feeling this one would not. He was not however all for "frolicing" and being so happy as to "frolic," at least not yet.
"Yes, we shall see." [/b]
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Post by Evil Crazed Monkey on Dec 28, 2006 19:46:38 GMT -5
Painted Rainbow cocked her head at Fitzwilliam's serious mood. She nudged him playfully and nickered, "C'mon, have a sense of humor, will ya. What's life if ya just sit there lookin' all serious every day?" She gave him a playful grin, then came to the desicion that he was a serious stag. Ah well, much better than a tyrant. she thought.
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Post by Lex on Dec 28, 2006 19:59:35 GMT -5
Fitzwilliam had never thought much of fun. This fae intrigued him to the brim, so he decided to play along. Maybe he'd find it a lot more refreshing than originally.
"Yeah, what a bore I am."
Fitzwilliam smirked at himself. He followed the fae around, but just couldn't seem to get the feel of "play"...
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Post by Evil Crazed Monkey on Jan 1, 2007 22:11:45 GMT -5
Painted Rainbow stopped and walked up to Fitzwilliam. She nuzzled him briefly, then pulled away, embarrassed. She smiled weakly.
"Ha, you think your a bore, you should've met my father. Talk about bor-ing!"
She snorted at the thought of her father. She had never really liked him, and she didn't know why.
OOC: Sorry, I'm extremely museless.
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