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01-03-2017, 04:50 PM (This post was last modified: 01-03-2017, 04:52 PM by Nero.)

He was so very tired. It seemed like everywhere he went there were more horses, and his feeble defenses were on the edge of collapsing. His open aggression or adamant solidarity did not seem to be working on the large amount he wandered across, and having to constantly think about appearing menacing was exhausting. Why couldn't he just be left alone? All he wanted was a full belly, somewhere just a tiny bit warm, and then he'd be somewhat happy. As happy as he'd ever been, anyway.

It didn't really cross his mind that there should be more to life then the very necessities. He liked to think he enjoyed the basics and that’s why he stuck to them, without any complications such as a mate, friends, children…. No, that was all far too difficult. Especially the whole mate thing. Nearly every single mare he came across was heavily faulted in some way- either through ego, or something more sinister. He said nearly, as he was sure all were, he just hadn’t spent enough time in their company to show their true selves.Of course, he himself was no knight in shining armour with his dull grey and black coat, darkened further with dirt. His character also left a lot to be desired, and he had no illusions that he was perfect- just that no one else was any better, really.

He in himself was rather self-preoccupied, he mused. After all, he doubted that other horses cared what he considered them, but he just could not help but share his opinions. Rather silly. The large draft shrugged his immense shoulders and finally focused on his surroundings, mustard eyes blinking sleepily. He was at first thankful he seemed to be alone, and was also grateful this area did not seem to be cold like most of where he’d wandered. It was as if spring had slipped into the water and touched the trees low hanging branches, sending life shooting through them even as mere hours ago it was a wasteland of blue. Secondly he noticed the pool of water, and hoping it was as tepid as his surroundings, slowly made his way into it. The water was still extremely brisk, and the stag snorted, standing to his fetlocks. He really needed a bath, but was it worth it? With a grunt, his thick legs stepped deeper, and with a tremulous effort after some pawing, he began to roll in the water.

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Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 5.0

Mare :: Pegasus :: 16hh :: 3 (Orangemoon) HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Watermel0nBob

01-23-2017, 09:45 PM

Myrrine

She had hidden away for the next few days after dealing with Tilney and the entire confrontation in the Threshold. She couldn't bear to really face anyone with the guilt eating at her entire being. She had helped Nero out of the Threshold and then left him on his merry way as she went to cry herself to sleep. She hadn't found the will to really care after that. So finding her here in the grove as she wandered aimlessly was honestly surprising, because she didn't want to be anywhere and yet here she stood looking rather pathetic.

Ears drooping, tail hung limp against her thigh as she stared at her reflection in the water quietly, hoping that maybe if she looked long enough the woman on the other end would magically change into something better. One shouldn't have such wishful thinking. Ears flickered to the side of her, hearing sudden splashing that caused her petite cranium to raise and soon find the man she had last seen since the incident. Lashes fluttering, she watched him roll and sway in the chilly waters, wondering if she should dare approach. It wasn't as if he had been too keen with her upon their first meeting, and yet she couldn't help but want to make sure he was settling in well.

Finding her resolve she slowly made her approach, head down and timid as her whole body screamed how uncertain she was in her actions; before she slowly let words fall from her inky lips; hoping that she would not get too much backlash,"Are.... Are you settling in well Sir Nero?"

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Daisy

01-26-2017, 03:05 PM

The water felt wonderful, jumping up his sides, pulling the dirt and filth from his coat. Not that he really cared what he looked like, but it was... Refreshing. He managed to roll right over in the shallow depths, effectively dousing both sides of his mottled coat. Wings sure got in the way, but they too needed a cleanse. Gradually, he found his feet again and rose with a great groan, massive weight heavy on his stocky pillars. He wondered often what it would be like to be graceful- thin, or lithe, with long legs and the ability to move without a second thought. It would be very nice, he guessed, not to have to put so much effort into almost every motion. Walking was easy, and trotting wasn't too bad. Cantering and galloping just felt ungaily, much like flying.

It was almost a curse to have his wings. He barely used them, as it made him feel ridiculous. He needed a great run up to get himself off the ground, and once in the air, he seemed to dangle oddly, not at all magnificent. Even in his youth he hated watching all the other foals take off with a sprightly spring, instantly meters in the air. Rather then suffer mockery, he would stay on the ground with those who could not fly. It did not keep him from taunts, of course. There was nothing that could keep him from ridicule except being alone.

Which of course, he was not. Hearing someone walking towards his little patch of paradise, Nero stared over at the figure. For a moment, his ears were forwards as he struggled to make out who it was, and then they flickered back upon his skull as he took in the familiar build. She was not a threat to anyone except herself. He remembered her crying in the Threshold, and her utter self-loathing when faced with her guilt. He had felt some sort of pity for her, but only momentarily. She had, after all, bought it on herself. "You. He muttered, dropping his head to have a swallow of water while he watched the spotted mare.

He found it strange how eager she seemed to be to please him. He had shown no kindness to her, but had unfortunately revealed, due to the presence of a foal, he wasn't as nasty as he appeared. Even so, he was sure he could rectify that situation with a few choice words and a touch of blood. Hopefully his sullen attitude would be enough. It was remarkable how he managed to convince himself time and time again to do the littlest amount to scare others away... Perhaps in the hope that this time, they would stay. He shook away the whispered voice, half-heartedly bringing his attention back to the butterfly winged mare. "Whenever I can find a place where I am alone, yes. Otherwise, this place is far too well-populated, Myrrine." The stallion grumbled, a pinch of whining in his tone. Pathetic. Why did he say her name? It was like he wanted her to know he remembered it or something.

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Myrrine Posts: 179

Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 5.0

Mare :: Pegasus :: 16hh :: 3 (Orangemoon) HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Watermel0nBob

02-02-2017, 11:48 PM

Myrrine

When he finally saw her making her approach, his ears were quick to flatten; and it caused her to immediately pause in her footing. She wondered if this was simply a front from him, or if he perchance was actually not at all pleased to see her. With her eyes downcast so as not to further displease him; she remained rooted in her spot in case he decided to turn her away. Upon his first declaration she physically flinched, her head twitching back as if she was expecting to be slapped. If he thought he was pathetic, one wouldn't want to know what she should be labeled as. Soon she was looking away, not wanting to upset her more with her presence she was about to turn away; only for his next sentence to stop her.

Taking a moment to register what he was saying; letting it filter through her mind like a slow trickle trying to reach the center of the brain; it finally clicked in her mind and she was slowly smiling a soft smile. He had remembered her name, and despite his previous gruffness her chest began to fill with a hesitant warmth that gave her a sense of security. Maybe he wasn't too upset with her after all. Keeping that gentle smile on her features she nodded; looking around at them before back to him and continuing in a more hushed; hesitant tone,"It indeed is very populated. There is much life in Helovia and it's a wonderful place for all equine alike to flourish."

As she spoke her eyes took note of his dirty form; of his body shedding dirt into the cool waters and causing a murky pool to form around him. He seemed to be a need of a bath, was he trying to clean himself or just enjoying the water on his most likely itchy skin? Would he opposed to her offering her assistance? She knew how challenging it could be to clean all of yourself; especially when you had wings. Finding her resolve she looked to him kindly, hesitantly taking a step closer as she tilted her head ever so slightly in inquiry,"Do you.. do you perhaps need assistance in cleaning? I um... I could help should you need it." Was she crossing some sort of line by doing this? She only hoped he wouldn't be too angry if she was.

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Daisy

02-08-2017, 03:33 PM

Nero found it mostly amusing how delicate and submissive Myrrine appeared to be. He guessed she must be very young, and he wondered how she'd survived so long being so quick to bow to anyone's will. Perhaps it was easier here, perhaps showing strength only made others wish to take you down more, and appearing weak made them leave you alone. If that was the case, the spotted mare was smarter then she acted. But here, now, she didn't want Nero to leave her alone. No, she had deliberately sort him out, and it made the big stallion wonder why.

She might have no friends, he supposed, what with the whole ordeal about her foal. Even so, Nero thought it was a bit stupid to seek him out as company, or as a friend. He wasn't exactly the friendly type. That being said, he noted as she started to smile, he wasn't as nasty as he liked to make out. It was a bit of a shame he let that loose. Nero tried to grumble at himself mentally, but it was a half-hearted effort at best. He was secretly pleased she had caught on- not that he'd ever, ever acknowledge that, not even to himself. One ear pricked forwards as she began to speak, while the other dutifully stayed tucked against his neck, giving him an amusing appearance. He snorted loudly, both pins flicking back to their usual resting position. "You sound like you're advertising." He wanted to add he wasn't buying, but he guessed he sort of.. Was.

There was no real explanation for why he was still here, apart from indulging in the luscious grass that seemed to spread about Helovia. He supposed it was quite a "flourishing" place, not that he was going to say as much to the mare. Noticing her gaze on him, he forced himself not to move about, and instead tried to ignore her. Yes, he was ugly. No, he didn't think that gave her a right to stare. Her question caught him completely off guard and he started, jolting in place slightly while he turned his head to look at her. What on earth? "Why would you want to do that?" He asked, voice gruff, before he could stop himself. Why would she want to get closer to his dirty, dull frame.

He was a stallion of course, so his mind did jump to that. It had been some time (he was under-exaggerating- it had most definitely been years) since he'd last experienced that simple joy. It was actually fairly joyless, in his extremely limited experience. Still, the urge was often there, annoyingly reminding him of the reason why it was so hard to stay away from other horses. The natural act of procreation- not only the mating part, but the making babies part, making a family part. It was ingrained no matter how much he tried to ignore it. Cursing himself for even letting his mind linger to such thoughts, and hoping it didn't show on his expression, he returned his mustard glare to the young horse. His mind was trying to reason with him that it was practical to take her up on her offer. He knew it was just trying to trick him. With a huge sigh, the stag shook his head. "If you must." He murmured.

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Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 5.0

Mare :: Pegasus :: 16hh :: 3 (Orangemoon) HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Watermel0nBob

02-08-2017, 06:42 PM

Myrrine

As he listened to her awkwardly speak, his own comment caused her to pause, really thinking about what she had said before breaking into a genuine laugh. It did sound like advertising didn't it? How silly of her to make such things happen when she had only been expressing the result of why Helovia had such a large population. What she had decided not to mention was that another reason why was because some horses didn't know how to contain their urges. Clearing her throat and hoping he hadn't noticed where he mind had wandered to, she instead looked back at him kindly as her smile widened a little more,"It did sound like that didn't it? That certainly wasn't the intention, but maybe someone would like to use it!" She was giggling again at such a silly thought, eyes closing as they wrinkled at the creases, all the while beginning to step closer to him in case he should accept her previous offer.

What she didn't expect to see was an expression of surprise across his features, the way his body jolted as if she had electrocuted him. It caused her ears to droop back hesitantly. Had she somehow offended him with her offer? She hadn't meant anything by it, she had only wanted to help him with making sure he was entirely clean. She didn't see him at all as ugly, in fact she found his ruddy coat to be rather unique, and his larger form exuded the strength he most likely possessed. He certainly didn't look like a regal prince or like the other lithe, square-jawed men in these parts; but not every girl liked a blue eyed blonde. Sometimes the nerd in the corner with the thick brimmed glasses was their shtick. Myrrine knew that others often found her to be pretty because of her wings, but she didn't agree with them.

She was simply Myrrine, and that was what she was okay being. The young woman who once had a childish heart and love for life. Now all that was left was the dreams of a dead man and a daughter who felt abandoned by her. Trying to push these thoughts in the back recesses of her mind she instead offered him a lopsided smile; making her approach and ignoring the icy sting the cool water brought to her submerged legs. Instead she watched him, waiting for consent as she spoke softly to him once again,"Why wouldn't I want to? Surely everyone deserves to be pampered... I mean, should that be how you see it. I simply thought you would like some help getting those harder to reach places." She looked down shyly, her foot gently rippling the water as it scuffed the bottom of the stream, until her eyes once again found his and brightened when he relented.

She was soft in her touch, careful not to come too close should it make him uncomfortable; before bringing her black lips to his muddy hide. Her teeth found purchase in the dusty hairs, and as she worked on lathering out the grime she couldn't help but notice how nice his coat actually was when cleaned. It was mottled into different colors, but the gunmetal hue was rather pleasing to the eye, and she wondered how different he was going to look after all of this. Letting her eyes closed as she began to relax, she let her hind weight rest on one leg as she traversed further down his spine, being only gentle as she was thorough in her motions. Her own white coat made it easy for dirt to be noticed, and so she was used to taking the extra time to make sure she looked put together. She was not a vain girl, but she did often feel much more refreshed once she had properly bathed. She hoped Nero felt the same way.

"You have a very nice coat. I bet it's going to look rather handsome when we're done," she blurted suddenly, and as soon as the words left her mouth she was utterly embarrassed; pausing her cleaning to step back and sputter back out to him,"N-Not that you w-weren't handsome before just, i-it's always nice to have your c-coat clean." Gosh she was being so rude! She should just shut up now before it was too late!

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