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Post by Thalron on Sept 23, 2004 4:21:28 GMT -5
Out in the field a white form blended in slightly with the white clouds passing on the horizon, save for her red eyes which continued to stand out with the temporarily white background... "You have become unnervingly good at this, How am I supposed to tell when you have stopped?" she says seemingly to herself as she sits down in the grass, nudging something in the grass infront of her with her hoof. It would be hard to see the small form hidden in the grass on its side, but definitly possible... The small creature was a melcey which seemed to be very, very still... not even breathing, although the chevei did not seem to worry a passerby would most certainly wonder to the state of its health. (( www.geocities.com/thalron2002/c49f_2.gifwww.geocities.com/thalron2002/Adopted/p1065m.gif )) |
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Post by Leafy on Oct 4, 2004 1:43:07 GMT -5
( www.geocities.com/l34fy/c133f.gifwww.geocities.com/l34fy/c135m.gif ) Another pair of chevei entered the orchard a short while later, their ears pricked with interest as they trotted over to the other chevei in the grass. "Hello." the male greeted in a curious tone, unused to seeing outher chevei with teh exception of those outside of his realm while the mare stood slightly back, a silent ghost amongst the cool greens of the orchard. |
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Post by Thalron on Oct 4, 2004 1:50:45 GMT -5
She looked up as he approached and nodded in response "Greetings," she said in a only semi caring tone, nudging May'cal closer to herself as she looked back down "Please watch where you step, Cal is rather an annoyance to see in these grasses." Her voice was not devoid of emotion but showed a rather subdued amount of feeling.
The small melcey still remained motionless and un-breathing even when moved.
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Post by Leafy on Oct 4, 2004 1:55:06 GMT -5
The frosty mare eyed the melcy cooly, then carefully checked under each of her hooves for any others like the strange green animal. "What's wrong with him?" The stallion queried, lifting a hoof to carefully nudge the little thing, unused to a half living melcey as well.
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Post by Thalron on Oct 4, 2004 2:02:38 GMT -5
She chuckles slightly and shakes her head "It is uknown to me, Perhaps a game? Or a way to attract attention to himself." she says slowly before looking back up at the stallion, her red eyes scanning him idly before looking over to the mare and back "Forgive me if my manners seem elsewhere, My name is Ziia, Who might you be?" she asked with a small nod/bow to them.
May'cal twitched slightly but managed to remain mostly dead-looking, he probably can't hold his breath for much longer...
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Post by Leafy on Oct 4, 2004 2:05:59 GMT -5
He bowed his head to her while the mare gave a curt nod, "I am Tristesse, and my companion is Tempate, forgive her if she seems a bit cold, she just doesn't like speaking." He said apologetically and with a shrug of his withers. "What brings you out here?" His eyes scanned the sky for a moment before turning back to her, trying to start a conversation.
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Post by Thalron on Oct 4, 2004 2:16:23 GMT -5
Ziia nooded "Sometimes conversations are best without words..." she says then glances up at the sky as he did, then gets a strange distant look in her red eyes pausing for a second or two before answering in a almost sad voice "It was raining..." is her only response to the question...
May'cal opened his eyes for barely a moment when the stallion had looked away then closed them and intended to keep still, unfortunately for his plan a small bug decided to fly into his nose... Causing him to startle and then start sneezing wildly in an attempt to remove the bug from his nose.
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Post by Leafy on Oct 4, 2004 2:24:45 GMT -5
He watched her quietly, noting the wistful gaze toward the sky until the melcey sneezed, he gave a startled gasp and leapt backwards at teh unexpected sound while the mare held her ground, looking ready to rip apart anything that threatened.
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Post by Thalron on Oct 4, 2004 2:34:39 GMT -5
Ziia continued to watch the sky for a second or two before looking down at may'cal, she hadn't seemed to notice him sneeze... Or atleast wasn't startled by it "Cal, you should not act out so suddenly... It is not polite to startle people." she says to him in her almost emotionless voice, which seems to be the only one she has, Looking up at the two she shakes her head and bonks May'cal on the head lightly with a hoof.
May'cal lowers his ears for a moment as she talks but immediatly snaps out of his mock guilt, considering he was planning to do something much more startling... "Oooh ooh Tristy is green too!" he exclaimed sounding...hyper, having just seen the two new chevei now.
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Post by Leafy on Oct 4, 2004 2:39:35 GMT -5
The stallions eyelids lowered slightly as his ears drooped with displeasure, "Tristy?" He monotoned, the nickname appearing to leave a fould aftertaste in his mouth when he sneered at it and shuddered as the hairs at the base of his neck stood on end. The mare noted this and almost let out a small chuckle on his behalf, but opted to remain silent instead, making note of it for much teasing later.
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Post by Thalron on Oct 4, 2004 3:53:40 GMT -5
Ziia sighed and fwapped him again as she chuckled "I do not think it is such a bad name for him to call you." she says with a small smile appearing, "It is usually some such thing as, bob or frank..." she sighs and looks over at the mare before standing up and looking back at tristesse "Please don't be too offended by his behaviour, He is rather childish." she says with a small bow to the pair.
May'cal Grins widely and hops towards 'Tristy' playfully, making sure to avoid the frosty mare in the process "Hey! I bet your green because you eat grass! I think I am cause I have lots of lime candies... Oh, wait no the grass is purple at home so that doesn't make sense....Oooh Oooh I know you eat lots of green candy too!" he says quickly and excitedly sounding almost like he didn't pause to breath as he hops around the stallion happily.
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Post by Janalee on Oct 9, 2004 0:10:17 GMT -5
A wild laugh comes from behind the top of a nearby hill, quickly followed by a flashing leap of a melcey. She disappears into a patch of thicker grass, apparently waiting for someone. A chevei stallion reaches the crest of the hill, shaking his head; “Is that really necessary every time you have a new view? Honestly now Parindra.” Another melcey shuffles past him, and without even bothering to look up at him answers, “Oh, lighten up my ‘blue boy’, at least most of the way was through flat forests.” The chevei flattens his ears in annoyance, turning to glare at the last member of the group, a lorriam, as she giggles. “Come now Nakyta, do try to look more pleasant in front of the strangers anyway,” she says gently as she motions to the far group shyly. He turns around, amazed that they had actually found anyone; looking more pleased, he leads her towards them slowly, the melcey pair apparently taking the long way if any way at all.
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