Post by Stormelle on Sept 17, 2005 11:06:13 GMT -5
A cold wing wipped at the black paints white mane. Her eyes half closed to keep the dust out of them as she flew her black and white wings puping he along. Shaking her head she glanced down at the earth bound friend. " Hutan, do you think we should stop for now?" she yelled over the wind. Hutan's slightly spiky black mane wipped back and forth in the wind, "No! We need to get there. I want to meet people Flis. Lets keep going." Flis however glidded down and fold3ed her wings running with her friend.
As the approched The Orchard both mares smiled at each other and then ran intot he trees where the wind was less. Standing together they glanced about, noone else seemed to be here yet. Sighing Flis'zyith glanced at her friend, " Do you think anyone will reall come?" Hutan sighed, " I have no clue but lets hope they do because I really want to meet more people."
A small stallion is nearby, not on the wing but instead on foot. The reason for this soon becomes clear as you see that the wind is too much for his light, dragonfly-like wings. Purple mane flapping violently in the wind as he looks about, he notices several other paints nearby. Shuffling one vibrant hoof in the dirt, he wonders whether he ought to go over there or not... He's rather shy and reclusive, you see. Shivering anxiously, he walks a little closer... trying not to intrude or anything.
Post by MadMooCow on Sept 17, 2005 22:52:42 GMT -5
A sky blue stallion sits but a stream cleaning his white wings feather by feather, he sighs it is quite a task but must be done. He sighs and flicks his tail. He looks up and see the other Painted unicorns and debates going over. He had now been here before and does not no anyone out side his own lands. www.geocities.com/emmaslands/Punicorn6.html
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Post by Stormelle on Sept 17, 2005 23:27:27 GMT -5
Flis grinned brodly as she spotted several other paints, being the more socail of the two she was trying to diced who to go say hi to frist. Shaking her head slightly she troted over the the blue Nitheli, " Hey! How are you today?" she aske dher mane wipping in the wind.
Hutan gasped and took a step after her then without much more hesitation she troted into the middel of the medow smiling and nodding at eac of the paints in turn. She was nervous and you could tell.
"If the word didn't suck, we' all fall off."-Unknown person.
A tiny bit comforted by Hutan's nervousness, he steps up to her, smiling slightly. "Hello... I'm Neth. What is your name?" Knocking a hoof against the ground, he hoped she would at least like him a little bit; he was just a small stallion and quite shy.
Bero'ishal's ears pricked at the sound of the other's voice, he stood up so he was closer to eye level with the other Paint. His vanity would have to wait. "I'm very well currenly, your self?" He said grining his greeting.
Neth nods to each of them, but then seems embarrased and says "Well, if we're all mentioning full names here... then mine's Neth'pen'gepet..." If he could have blushed at the, he would have- it meant "purple striped baby". He coughs, clearing his throat. "My dam's kind of... odd." He adds by way of explanation.
Eran and Kyvear looked at each other at the mention of another Flis. Then, breaking the moment, Kyvear went next to Neth and pushed against him playfully. "Aren't they all the same?" she asked.
Eran hung back. She was shy and quiet, and she didn't know anyone except Kyvear, who was always socializeing. She should be used to it by now, but she wasn't. Finally, she lowered her head and began to graze. The grass was quite bitter.
'Time will tell, it always does.' - Tithe by Holly Black
'Sometimes a white lie is better then the dark truth.' -Soul Stealer by Martin Booth
'To face a man of true genius to the drudgery of school is to put a race horse on a treadmill.' - Charles Caleb Colton
Bero noticed Eran grazing "you bored?" he said flexing his wings. "What sort of game?" he said, thinking that he'd rather sit back down and preen his faethers again. Anything that required too much effort would have to hold off for another day or untill her felt more enegetic.