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Post by Scarlette on Jan 30, 2012 20:31:10 GMT -5
Amelia [/color][/font] "If you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best"
- Marilyn Monroe[/color][/font] ____________________[/center] The mangroves tickled a far distant memory – one that the cremello mare couldn’t draw upon. It was so far buried into the recesses of her memory, and so fuzzy, it was hard to tell if it was even a true memory or if it was just a figment of her imagination. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, the feeling of not knowing where she was, however. Despite feeling lost, the mangroves offered a comforting feeling. The trees and flowers offered safety in their beauty, one that Amelia did not want to squander so foolishly. She took her time exploring the land full of trees and beautiful flowering plants as her hooves carried her as though they knew where they were going. Maybe they did, and she wasn’t aware of it. Maybe it was part of that distant memory she still couldn’t recall.
In the back of her mind, she knew why she felt so at home here. It reminded her of home, or what had once been called home. It reminded her of the days she and her brother had not a single care in the world, and were ignorant to the cruel realities that waited for them on the horizon. How foolish she had been, then, and terribly gullible. She had believed, for a time, her brother was a freak for his horn, while she was normal for her strange eyes. How the lies their father had her twisted her perception; how it broke her relationship with her brother.
But things changed. They had changed for the better – and still were changing. She could feel another change on the horizon, deep within her bones.
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Post by Hud Levine on Jan 30, 2012 21:43:21 GMT -5
Hostetler pranced through the mangroves happily today, enjoying a pastime few horses could boast that they knew how to do.
Eula had always been an avid whistler; it was only natural that her only son would be a star at it too. Hoss had a spring in his step (which was very useful when traversing the piece of Yacare were mangrove roots seemed to erupt out of the ground at every turn) and a song on his lips. It was an old song his father used to sing from time to time. He hadn't the slightest idea what the words were.
It was a jaunty tune, purposefully loud enough to warn any nearby predator that the king of the mire was nearby and that they had better be on their best behavior! Hoss rolled his eyes. Like they cared. Ah well! Back to trekking. It wasn't long before he caught sight of a stark white figure in front of him. It was a mare. Had he ever seen one so pure white? If he had, he couldn't remember her. She looked glum... Was there some sort of depression bug flying around, nibbling on any mare destined to meet Hostetler? It seemed there was a trend going on...
"Allo dere, sha! You new 'round he-yuh?" His voice was bright but still retained it's signature throatiness. Not to be interrupted, Hostetler continued his tune as he approached her at a brisk trot. He stopped just before hitting an impolite distance, knowing where to draw the line. "Don't re-co-lect as Ah've evah seen you befo'!"
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Post by Scarlette on Feb 4, 2012 23:40:59 GMT -5
Amelia [/color][/font] "If you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best"
- Marilyn Monroe[/color][/font] ____________________[/center] She heard the distant tune before she saw him; though she shouldn’t have been as nearly as surprised as she was to see who the owner of such a jaunty tune was. A jaunty tune ought to have an owner to match it, right?
The stallion himself was a strange mix of black and chestnut, with white thrown into the mix. She’d never seen something like him before, but who was she to judge? It wasn’t proper for a mare like her to judge, anyways. Emerald green eyes blinded, slivers of white forelock hindering her vision. Surprise flitted across her white face as he spoke. The accent was strong, but familiar – another strong reminder of what home used to be...A strong reminder of her father, and of her brother. “Ah...Ah’m not entirely sure,” she answered honestly, refusing to let a grimace wrinkle her muzzle over her own accent. “Ah feel like Ah know where Ah’m at, yet Ah don’t at the same time. Silly, isn’t it?” she continued, giving a small laugh. “It feels like home, but Ah don’t really remember what home was.”
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Post by Hud Levine on Feb 19, 2012 21:54:12 GMT -5
Hoss was struck at once by her familiar accent, a giant grin across his face. How long had it been since he'd met up with a fellow native? It wasn't surprising that he didn't recognize her. Hostetler had only recently become determined to meet others in his lands and this mare would be the first fellow native to add to his list.
Then came the actual meaning of her words in Hoss' mind. She didn't know what she was? How could she not with a twang like that? She was home, of course!
"Well mon sha, Ah gotta assume dat chu from dis verreh place raight c'he-yah! 'Course dass judgin' only by dat lovely ver-na-cular you carreh wherevah you go!" Hoss didn't consider himself that talkative, but he simply loved meeting up with other natives. His smile did not dampen the longer he looked at her. She was stunning. Her pale coat was beautiful in every sense of the word but the real kickers were those eyes. His own brown and blue ones blinked as they glued to hers. How could anyone tear away from such a captivating gaze? "Maight Ah also say dat yo' eyes are some'a d'purdiest Ah've evah seen!" Hoss held nothing back when it came to complimenting others. He simply loved to make others feel good.
The stallion had come a long way from that cowering, mournful juvenile he had once been...
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Post by Scarlette on Feb 26, 2012 19:29:44 GMT -5
[/color][/font][/center][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=height,475,true][atrb=float,left,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background:#FFF8C6; padding: 5px; border: 3px solid #000000; -moz-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; border-radius: 10px;] The stallion’s grin was infectious; it caused a small smile to spread across her own lips. It was a short lived smile, for her brow furrowed slightly. How could he tell that she was from here? Was her accent, the one thing she hated about herself, truly the clue she had been seeking? “Perhaps you’re right,” she mused quietly, though was amused at the prospect of having always been home this whole time. It wouldn’t have surprised her, much, given how little she could remember of the early years of her life. It was all too possible that she had merely forgotten, or the memory had been obliterated some time ago, like all of the other memories.
Emerald eyes blinked, caught off guard by the stallion’s open compliment. No one had admired her eyes, which were different from everyone else’s, or at least they did not admire as openly as he had. “Why thank you, you are too kind,” she replied, her smile returning. “Where are my manners? My name is Amelia.”
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Word Count: 172.
Music: xx
Muse: Yucky.
Notes: xx
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Post by Hud Levine on Feb 27, 2012 21:58:33 GMT -5
Hostetler wanted to reply in the affirmative. He knew he was right. His ears could spot the accent of another Yacarian like no one else's. But, responding with such a boast would be overkill. He was already a boastful boy; he needed to rein it in when he could.
The mare took the compliment in stride. Her words were poised and poetic compared to the ones she would face with Hostetler. It puzzled him. He'd never heard such a familiar twang paired with such a foreign style of speaking. Or, at least, not recently. Thinking back, Hostetler remembered a colt about his age that he'd met once or twice who had a similar form of speech... His past that far back was such a blur that Hoss didn't quite agree with himself about the boy anyway.
"Ah-mee-lee-ah," he said deliberately, unintentionally putting emphasis on the wrong syllable. "Jou-lee, Miss." Hostetler bowed his head. "Ah'm Hoss. Hostetler, if you wan' be formal. Leaduh'a dese parts." He brought his head back up to gaze at her captivating eyes once again. The blank canvas of her coat matched perfectly with the splendor of emerald glowing from what should be blue or brown. He was infinitely curious about this girl.
"Where you come from, liddle sistah?" She was clearly younger than he... Endearment was key, however.
OOC: "rein it in". HAAAAH. xDD Also "jou-lee" = joli = 'pretty' <3
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Post by Scarlette on Feb 27, 2012 22:45:04 GMT -5
[/color][/font][/center][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=height,475,true][atrb=float,left,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background:#FFF8C6; padding: 5px; border: 3px solid #000000; -moz-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; border-radius: 10px;] The mare could not help but chuckle as the stallion tried to pronounce her name, but unintentionally stressed the wrong syllable as he tried. The laughter was not meant to be condescending; rather, it was more out of genuine amusement. The struggle reminded her of her own father, however distant the memory was, when he tried pronouncing her name. It seemed only she and her mother could handle it, but then again, they also spoke differently from the stallions.
She could recognize the compliment, for her momma taught her some words, at least enough to get by. Granted, his pronunciation was different from what she knew it as – but then again, it seemed as though with his accent, everything sounded different. It all sounded more...comforting.
“It’s nice to meet yah, Hoss,” she replied with a bright smile, reverting to his informal name, more for comfort than ease. The name tickled a distant memory, but her attention was more focused on the moment at hand. Her smile was replaced with a slight frown as her brow furrowed, puzzled by his inquiry. “Ah...Ah don’t know, to be honest,” she answered sheepishly. “My brother brought me here, hoping to bring back some memories Ah lost. He thought the mire would trigger something – he told me he hoped bringin’ me home would also bring back the memories Ah lost.”
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Word Count: 225.
Music: xx
Muse: Alright.
Notes: xx
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Post by Hud Levine on Feb 28, 2012 22:34:39 GMT -5
"Oh yah? Whoddat?" If this girl had as familiar an accent as she did, then certainly he must know her brother. Right...?
Hostetler's full attention lay with this mare. How could it not? In all honesty, she was somewhat ill-equipped to live in the swamp, what with her pure coat. There wouldn't be too many places for the poor girl to hide. Best to keep an extra special eye on her, he thought with a grin. It wasn't as if he would turn anyone away. He'd simply make sure they were aware of the dangers of living in the Mire with such a stark coat and follow up with some reassurance that as leader, it was his job to keep them safe. If this mare wanted to stay, he'd surely let her in on the specifics at another date.
Amelia sure was an interesting encounter. He was unused to talking to someone with her formality when speaking. Even in using his monicker instead of his true name she seemed as if she hadn't meant to. Hoss shook his head a little at the thought, nickering to the mare with a playful glint in his different-colored eyes. Oh how he hoped she would join him...
OOC: LAME, but he didn't need to say anything else so... c;
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Post by Scarlette on Feb 28, 2012 22:52:15 GMT -5
[/color][/font][/center][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=height,475,true][atrb=float,left,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background:#FFF8C6; padding: 5px; border: 3px solid #000000; -moz-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; border-radius: 10px;] The cremello mare smiled. How could she not? She loved her brother dearly, even if he could be a tad clumsily and socially inept. In a way, it made sense; Amelia herself took after their mother in personality, while Monte seemed to take a stronger liking to their father. It could, in a strange sense, also explain the differences in accents between the siblings. Amelia had spent more time with their mother, learning to be a proper “lady”, while Monte was often wandering off with their father to learn more about the world they inhabited.
“Montegomery – well, Monte by pretty much everyone who meets him. He doesn’t like his full name much anymore,” she replied, wondering if Hoss could possibly know who her brother was. It was a strong possibility; since Monte had said the Mire had been their childhood home...Would he have known the current leader of the Mire in their youth? Anything short of the past year, since her accident, and only a handful of memories from her childhood that were entirely too fuzzy for her liking, was all that remained of her memory. Or lack of memory. “He told me Ah’d meet a kind gentleman to take me in no time. Seems he was quite right,” she replied, a grin spreading across her lips. She was already feeling quite at home – and she could get used to the feeling, that much was for certain.
For once in a very long time, Amelia felt like she belonged.
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Word Count: 249
Music: La Valse A Boise Sec by Cedric Watson
Muse: Alright.
Notes: xx
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Post by Hud Levine on Mar 3, 2012 23:46:16 GMT -5
'Montegomery'... The name rang a bell - a distant, long-forgotten chime he nearly didn't recognize. Young Hoss hadn't been well-acquainted with the colt, but he remembered one of his brothers was. Landry and Montegomery used to pal around together. It seemed their paths took them away from their home and off into the world. Hostetler had nothing against them, in fact, he marveled at their ambition. Of course, even now he had no idea Monte had grown to such a high status elsewhere. It didn't really seem like Amelia did either. Maybe she did. For some reason her lack of awareness when it came to her own origins led him to believe she wouldn't be sure of her brother's whereabouts. Not by a long shot.
At the beauty's compliments, Hostetler tossed his head up and to the side, looking up with a smile. "Aw, Miss Lee-ah, yo' too kand," he said rather softly. "Jou feel free to stay 'ere as long as yo' heart dee-zy-errs! Jou is from here, yo' part'a da family!" He smiled widely, inching a little closer to the lovely sight, careful not to get too close. He wanted her to feel welcomed, not pushed. With siblings such good friends with each other (even at such an early age), it was only natural to Hoss that Amelia be welcomed into his herd.
OOC: BAYBAY?? Also, if it's a boy, can I has him?? <33
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Post by Hud Levine on Mar 8, 2012 17:16:33 GMT -5
OOC: We gonna end here?
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