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Post by Hud Levine on Jan 7, 2012 19:47:34 GMT -5
Oh! Clotille was taken aback at the sudden disturbance coming from her belly. The rumbling was familiar to the mare. Hunger spread throughout her body quickly, letting her know that lunchtime had arrived. How was she to know? She couldn't see the sun's position in this dense part of Carlin.
Murmuring to herself, Clotille lowered her lovely auburn head between her knees, searching for nourishment. It wasn't difficult; spring had sprung and grass was plentiful. Taking a clump between her teeth, she tore it up from the ground. The temporary relief for her stomach was all too short-lived as it begged for more. The mare knew she'd be there for a while.
It wasn't all bad. The trees were pretty and for the moment there seemed to be only a small insect demographic... Oh how she hated those nasty, vile little organisms. Why the Mother deemed it acceptable to keep them escaped her. As the liver chestnut mare munched, she made sure to keep her long, robust mane from interfering with her lunch by keeping an eye on it. It wouldn't be the first time.
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Post by nala on Jan 7, 2012 20:39:52 GMT -5
Lisbeth Black eyes peered up at the tree's from their home close to the ground. Lisbeth had slept late today, taking advantage of what little sleep she was able to get. Her white nose was the first thing to rise from the ground as she rolled onto her feet. She'd been wandering this winter and into the spring. She was unsure what this forest was called, but all she could think was how unpractical it was.
Sure, beauty stood for something in society, but society was nothing to this loner. Lisbeth shook out her mane as the greens blinded her newborn eyes. Her flanks hurt today, particularly the one she had slept on. Life was not kind to Lisbeth so she took no care in its beauty.
But fire, that was something she could befriend, and today this "fire" had lit the forest ablaze. Knowing that it was a mare before her, she took the chance and approached. "Brand, vad heter du?" She whispered. She'd had no contact with other equines since the attack, but she was ready for this one.
ooc: so meh, idk bout her. and Brand, vad heter du? = Fire, what is your name? she's kinda odd right now and idk why? |
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Post by Hud Levine on Jan 8, 2012 16:01:17 GMT -5
With a gasp, Clotille was caught off guard. Her head shot up to its normal height at the stranger's voice and pointed in the sound's direction. Her brown eyes widened at the other mare's language. Not only was she sent into a state of complete horror by the interruption, but now the the stranger was talking to her in a language she'd never heard? The look on Clotille's face would scare her if she could somehow see her reflection.
"AYAH! What'chu talkin' about?!" she whooped and nearly yelled. Her speech had always been dramatic and fast. Her chest heaved with relief that it was only a mare. A tall one, at that. She felt a little bad for erupting the way she did, but Clotille hated being frightened. "Ai am sorry," she apologized, sighing and turning her head to the side, her ears remaining backward. "Ai just don't expect you to come out of de nowhere like you deed!" With one final sigh, she looked back to the strange mare. Did she speak Clotille's language at all? Would any of what she'd just said sink in?
OOC: Bear with me. Never done a hispanic accent. xDD
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Post by nala on Jan 10, 2012 20:43:37 GMT -5
Lisbeth Lisbeth stopped when she saw the reaction of the fiery mare. She herself had an accent, but she spoke fluently in the common tongue. The black mare flicked her ears back, more out of irritation then fear. This, slightly smaller, yet powerfully over bearing mare had taken Lisbeth off guard a little. She proved to be a challenging start to a new beginning of social behavior.
Just mumbling to myself, she whispered, turning her head slightly to the right and keeping her full attention on the red mare. She was unpredictable and Lisbeth new she lacked control of the situation. She was uneasy, and she didn't help the other mare any with that death like stare that bore into anything threatening.
ooc: you're too cute. |
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Post by liza on Jan 10, 2012 22:58:30 GMT -5
Lanthir lay peacefully in a small spot of sun she had managed to find under a gap of leaves, eyes half-closed as she enjoyed the whisper of leaves in the light breeze that ruffled overhead. The sun felt good compared to the cool dampness of soil and moss and leaves, and the young mare had begun to doze off before a cry cut the murmur of the forest not too far away. "Ai!" she gasped, her head snapping up and legs scrambling to stand before she could think clearly. Lanthir realized with a shake of her mane that there was likely no real danger, but dismissed her embarrassing reaction as instinct.
Though there didn't seem to be any signs of danger, but Lanthir was interested. Perhaps there was another horse out there to strike up conversation with. She shook the remnants of dried leaves and bits of moss from her side and weaved through trees until she came across two strangers. She pricked her ears and lowered her head, attempting to mask her caution with a friendly air. "Hello! Pedich Edhellen?" she asked , keeping her distance before stepping forward with concern. "Is everything okay? I heard someone call out..." Lanthir wasn't particularly social, and bursting in what looked to be a private conversation made her uneasy. After all, everything looked fine and she had really come looking for company, not because she felt someone needed assistance.
ooc i thought this would be a good place to try her out and also the whole elvish language thing? xD idk if it's a thing i want to keep doing haha it feels a little weird
but Pedich Edhellen - Do you speak Elvish? |
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Post by Hud Levine on Jan 15, 2012 23:15:51 GMT -5
At the sight of the new mare turning her head in what felt like sorrow, Clotille's mouth opened just a little as she went in closer to the stranger, concern on her face. "No, chica! Ai dinnot mean to scare you away like liddle buhnny!" Her tone was completely serious and fraught with worry for the black mare she'd apparently upset. Clotille stepped closer to the black mare, looking in her black gaze with her own brown does. The poor girl seemed so troubled; she couldn't just let her go! Clotille's maternal instinct had always been strong. Even if the stranger was so tall, she could not fight her own instincts to nurture.
Then, an interruption. Clotille's stare was broken when she heard the voice of yet another strange mare, her eyes shooting immediately toward the newcomer. Again with the languages! Clotille almost had the mind to roll her eyes; no, that would be rude. "No no, everything is fine. Dat was me, Ai was startled." She spoke fast and with purpose, her heavy accent filling the air. With all of the dialects ringing in such a small vicinity, it was a wonder nothing exploded other than Clotille's mind. "All bettar now!" Her beam was wide and proud, as usual.
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Post by nala on Jan 19, 2012 21:50:29 GMT -5
Lisbeth Lisbeth shrunk away from the red mare as she got closer. She wasn't prepared to get close. Within the next moment she felt herself shrinking silently back to where she had stood before, her ears flicking forward and her attention turning to an even more unpredictable being. She was not scared, merely in a bit of shock; after all this was the first contact she'd had with any equine since her attack. This was interesting.
She wanted to speak, yet remained silent eyeing both mares warily as she stood still. She wondered if the red mare had seen her scars yet. The approaching one wasn't at the right angle and she didn't worry what she thought. She recognized the mares dialect, but she couldn't make out any words.
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Post by liza on Jan 31, 2012 19:12:11 GMT -5
Lanthir frowned a bit at the lack of response to her own language, but swiftly revived her cheerful demeanor. After all, she couldn't truthfully say she'd been expecting a positive response. "Oh, good!" she replied, returning the red mare's smile sincerely. She felt elated by the presence of the two strange horses, figuring she had spent a little too long in a reclusive state. Lanthir enjoyed alone time, but it was admittedly enjoyable to see a few fresh faces now and then. Though her first instinct was to say goodbye, apologize for the interruption and disappear into the forest, she figured it couldn't hurt to stay and chat if she wouldn't be a bother. Her gaze averted to the other horse, ears pricked with interest.
Lanthir peered curiously at her, wondering why she was so distanced and wary. Her ears flicked forward and she stepped closer to the other horses. "Ah, I'm sorry, I suppose I haven't made a proper introduction," she murmured. "My name is Lanthir, and you?" Her eyes flitted to the red mare and back to the other, lingering there with curiosity. She did not mean to alarm her, and felt a bit awkward with her distance. I hope I did not alarm her. I was a bit abrupt, and she seems wary now.
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Post by Hud Levine on Feb 2, 2012 16:37:59 GMT -5
Clotille could see that this black mare was not taking her outgoing personality all that well. She seemed distant, like she was thinking about something else the whole time - like she wasn't in the moment. Had something happened to her to make her this way or had she been born this way? Clotille leaned towards the former, by the looks of her scarred coat. The wine-colored mare's countenance drastically altered as she deciphered a different way to approach her. Clotille would not take 'no' for an answer! She went from worried to sad, as if she herself had been offended by the black mare's fail to respond to her. It was just a tactic to get her to speak.
"Well, Lantheerr, seence jou ask," Clotille's gaze averted quickly from the newcomer to the black mare and back to Lanthir. "Ai am Clotille. Eet ees lohvely to meetjou!" Clotille smiled sweetly from cheek to cheek as she lowered her head in greeting. Turning back, she addressed the other: "Y tu? What's your name?"
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Post by nala on Feb 4, 2012 14:05:54 GMT -5
She eye'd the red one warily as she was asked of her name. Looking back to the newest addition to this meeting she licked her lips before responding. I'm Lisbeth. She paced slowly away from Clotille as they spoke, well rather thought. The black mare raised her head to its ultimate height, subconsciously trying to prove herself larger then the others and therefore safer in their presence. She wasn't afraid, only nervous, and she paced in place as the meeting continued.
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