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oh darling, you should be here to see this [Hatching!] - Aisling - 10-04-2016 RE: oh darling, you should be here to see this [Hatching!] - Albrecht - 10-05-2016 The crafters cave is only halfway down the valley from the hot springs and the small, protected cave at their back, but it's more than far enough to become drenched in the sudden down pouring of rain as it crests the peaks of the Basin and comes rushing downhill towards the walking rack of ribs and grime below. His ears flatten and his nostrils pinch against the driving wind and wet. "God-fucking-damnit." He hisses between clenched teeth, pausing just long enough to let his serpentine companion wriggle down his crest and into the protective folds of the scarf tied around his neck. 'Run, run.' The python chimes from his pocket of dryness and warmth, bemused at the thought of his bonded running anywhere, a picture of skeletal Albrecht clinking and clanging along in cartoon fashion blooming between their minds. The stallion lurches forward into a canter, his spidery legs carrying the pair over ground at a surprising speed. "Gonna be awfully hard for you to walk so far with no legs." He grumbles between panting breaths, but when his nose curls to his chest it's to check for any slipping of the fabric there and not to dump its contents. He charges toward the peppermint ponys cave with half slit eyes and takes the last few strides in front of and over the threshold in a final bound of effort, skidding to an unceremonious halt just inside the cavern. "Oh." He breathes, surprised to find the quote-unquote fortune teller from the aurora festival already inside. He shuffles back a step, but stays well within the cover of the stone roof, loathe to go outside again before the weather clears. "Is Johnny-" He begins but breaks off abruptly, eyes adjusting to the dim light of the cave and revealing a medium sized egg at the mares hooves. Stroms head pokes out of his makeshift hammock, curiosity flicking his tongue at rapid speed. 'Hatch?' He asks, but they can all see the hairline cracks spreading across the shells surface now. "Gonna get the bull to go with your shit?" The stallion asks, shaking water from his coat and beard like some giant, emaciated dog, heedless of where the displaced moisture might land. "Alby talks" 'Strom talks' OOC // @Aisling RE: oh darling, you should be here to see this [Hatching!] - Aisling - 10-06-2016 @Albrecht RE: oh darling, you should be here to see this [Hatching!] - Larue - 10-08-2016 Larue...
The lemon drop filly darted through the downpour, her quick movements hugging along trunks for as much shelter from the rain as possible, as she tried to get back to her and her parents’ cave. Though the rain did not sting as heat did, it still was an oddly unsettling feeling as it dripped over her candied skin, so she rushed towards home, safety, and shelter. Were she older (or perhaps simply more observant) she might have noticed the messy muck of another’s rapid dash into her family’s cave. As it was, the tartlet didn’t notice and, in her haste, nearly crashed directly into Albrecht’s muddy haunches as she careened into the cave. She squealed in surprise as her long, knobby limbs flailed to catch her balance while she lurched to avoid running into him—though she (luckily) did arrive just in time to hear Albrecht’s choice use of particularly bad words that momma never let her use. Lemon-freckled rimmed ears swing forward, candied blue eyes wide and swinging between Albrecht and mom. “Oh aye, as long as you’ve go’ the piss to go with your poor attitude!” And the filly giggled with delight as her mother used such language and such a tone with someone other than herself. “You’re in for it now, bag’o’bones,” she whispered loudly, and with excited amusement, to the old man. But, much to her disappointment, her mother’s annoyance relented and she focused on her something at her feet—and egg. It must be the egg from the forest that had almost (but not entirely) snagged Rue’s short attention span. “You got the egg, ma?” her pert voice was laced with surprise and awe, bright eyes darting at the egg which cracked and ’kree’ed’. “It’s hatching!” her excited shout was accompanied with a bound towards her mom and the hatching companion, dark flaxen tail twitching with excitement. ...pucker up @Albrecht INCOMING LEMON DROP RE: oh darling, you should be here to see this [Hatching!] - Albrecht - 10-10-2016 His head tilts in amusement as more unfamiliar words tumble from the fortune tellers mouth, these loud and acidic in the air, their meaning easy enough to discern in context. "A little water won't hurt the thing." He mildly answers her rebuke, but his attention drifts past the mare, his spindly neck rising to let him peer toward the back of the cave where his ailing eyes can just make out a mound of white and pink fluff against the back wall of the cavern. Brows pinching, he wonders what illness affects the candy-corn, what symptoms could squelch his usual enthusiasm. Ears twitching uncertainly, a ghost of real concern flits across his features, but though he might have asked the crafter himself of his condition and given hint of his own emotion, that modicum of camaraderie does not transfer to the wanna-be witch occupying his cave. He stares just long enough to be sure of the rise and fall of the Weavers sides, then turns, but before his emerald eyes have time to refocus on the foreground of the cave a flurry of sound and motion breaks out behind him. A clamor of thunder and scrambling hooves heralds the appearance of something slim and vaguely yellow tinted. The thing bursts into the cave with a wild squealing, its trajectory pointed directly at the old stallions hips. He shudders in surprise, haunches clenching and curling behind him and one hoof lashes out in instinctive assault. The whomp of flesh meeting flesh is loud and hollow, their close quarters keeping the sound confined. 'Young.' His companion reports from the vantage of his bondeds withers. "And stupid." The stallion replies aloud. "What the fuck are you doing?" He accuses, but the venom of his words is borne of frustration and the immediate shame that burns through his chest on sight of the filly. He's kicked a foal, a baby, a child. Old habits... his subconscious cruelly jokes, sending too many emotions flurrying through his mind at once and the underlying pain of his thoughts thrums once through his system, slicking his ears back against his poll and jerking his companion into a defensive s-curve. Not again, he silently groans in dismay, but his mouth stays tightly shut, his expression one of malice and blame. "You can't just careen into people like that." He chides the youth, his harsh tone and over-defensiveness hiding the truth of his feelings."You're gonna get yourself killed that way." The python on his back stays coiled protectively, a silent observer of the titans around him, but he wonders at the automatic and violent contrariness of his bondeds thoughts and actions. Why does he huff and pin his ears and make snide remarks when all he really wants to do is say, I'm sorry? The stallion falls back a step, creating distance between himself and the other two conscious occupants of the cave, hoping the sudden crumbling of the eggs outer shell and the tiny noises emanating from within it will redirect the pairs attention while he steadies his breathing and corrals his emotions back to their monochromatic range of annoyance and indifference. "Alby talks" 'Strom talks' OOC // @Aisling @Larue RE: oh darling, you should be here to see this [Hatching!] - Aisling - 10-19-2016 RE: oh darling, you should be here to see this [Hatching!] - Larue - 10-21-2016 Larue...
Her breath left her in a squeak as the boney man’s cloven hind hoof solidly connected with her slender ribcage. A soft crack reverberated through her tiny, lemony body as a slim rib cracked. Her small body crumpled on the ground near her mother, as his accusing and venomous words lash out at her, defensive chides following quickly on its heels. Though his words fell on puny, pinned ears that were deaf to anything he had to say. But she did hear her mom’s howl of rage, and her squinted teal eyes looked up to see her pale, small but mighty mom sidle between herself and the hoof-happy bag’o’bones. “I’m—ouch,” her reply to her mom’s question about her well being was interrupted by a particularly painful twinge from her right side; the broken rib was protesting against its use in speaking. But any attention that would have been pinned inward on her injury was immediately shifted towards the small dragon that was emerging from her mom’s egg as it let out an excited trill. The small filly gingerly rose to her rose thorn hooves, but it was too much to actually move towards the small dragon. So, instead, she reached out towards it, ears tuliped forward, “What’re you—“ she painfully paused in her whisper, “—you gonna— name it?” And then her teal eyes swept towards the man that had so forcefully kicked her, narrowing slightly, “What’d you—“ a pained, short intake of breath, “do that for?” And then, with her haunches leaning against the cave’s rough wall and her small jaw set, she waited for her answers. ...pucker up @Albrecht RE: oh darling, you should be here to see this [Hatching!] - Albrecht - 10-31-2016 He continues hastily backing, convinced that the cream colored mare will launch herself at him in a fit of maternal rage the second her muzzle lifts from the fillys back, but he can't quite bring himself to turn until that first assessment is made, until the filly speaks again and proves her nonterminal status. "I-" He stammers in the face of her scrutched up little features, her demanding, if slightly breathless, tone. Thankfully the chirping, trilling antics of the newly hatched companion steals most of the attention in the room and he's able to avoid having the hide ruthlessly removed from his backside as payment for his crime. "I don't like surprises." He answers shortly, his temper rushing to dull the sting of other emotions. "And I don't like sour things." He adds, seemingly just to twist the knife, but his eyes widen on the end of the words as if he's surprised by his own sourness. The python draped across his back barely has a chance to pull himself up over the stallions thin neck before he's turning, unkempt hooves scrabbling on the wet stone of the cavern floor to propel himself away, tail tucked tight to his thighs and hocks, though from the rain or something less tangible is uncertain to all involved. There is just enough time before his emerald eyes slit against the weather to catch sight of the infantile jade dragon escaping fully from its shell, its tiny eyes pinned unerringly on the Thief. Bullshit rings in an increasingly familiar tone through the back of the stallions mind and the python also dwelling there has pride enough to be insulted by his bondeds continued envy. "Alby talks" 'Strom talks' OOC // @Aisling @Larue |