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11-11-2012, 07:53 PM
A mare emerged out of the thick. They didn't need anymore useless company. Her presence wasn't needed. "We do not need useless company, as this mare has already said." Soft colored orbs turned menacing and stared at the unwanted.
"Well, Ktulu, it would be nice to be with a few outcast. I am not completely anti-social." A small chuckle escaped from his quiet throat, filling it with a raspy rumble. A small voice echoes in his ear. Tilting one ear back and one forward he listens to it. Sounded like a confident young. His gaze returns to it's normal stance and looks to where the voice came from. A small foal stood there. He looked slightly unusual though. Two small ram-like horns sprouting from his cranium. Legs tinted blue with slight zebra markings. A almost white tail. Trojans gaze swept across the young one. He looked so much like Ktulu, he estimated, he was her foal. "And you are?" His gaze still fixed on the little one. His chords were normal and not menacing at all.
How odd we must look.. Thoughts were all he was thinking. A rammed little one, a horned mare, a rude, snide unwanted, a bear, and a paint. The blood on his hindquarter clotted, and his mane held it's feather still with it's slightly wavy texture. Blue-silvery orbs with, both, a cold look and a normal one. Black hooves that were almost as silent as a feather.
He paid no more attention to the mare that had so rudely interrupted them. Did she have a reason to do that? No. Did she want to think she was more powerful and use a bossy tone? Yes. Did we like that... hell no. It would'nt 'fly' if she did that again.
OOC: Did you see what I did there? With the fly thing, ya know cause she is a peg?
"Well, Ktulu, it would be nice to be with a few outcast. I am not completely anti-social." A small chuckle escaped from his quiet throat, filling it with a raspy rumble. A small voice echoes in his ear. Tilting one ear back and one forward he listens to it. Sounded like a confident young. His gaze returns to it's normal stance and looks to where the voice came from. A small foal stood there. He looked slightly unusual though. Two small ram-like horns sprouting from his cranium. Legs tinted blue with slight zebra markings. A almost white tail. Trojans gaze swept across the young one. He looked so much like Ktulu, he estimated, he was her foal. "And you are?" His gaze still fixed on the little one. His chords were normal and not menacing at all.
How odd we must look.. Thoughts were all he was thinking. A rammed little one, a horned mare, a rude, snide unwanted, a bear, and a paint. The blood on his hindquarter clotted, and his mane held it's feather still with it's slightly wavy texture. Blue-silvery orbs with, both, a cold look and a normal one. Black hooves that were almost as silent as a feather.
He paid no more attention to the mare that had so rudely interrupted them. Did she have a reason to do that? No. Did she want to think she was more powerful and use a bossy tone? Yes. Did we like that... hell no. It would'nt 'fly' if she did that again.
OOC: Did you see what I did there? With the fly thing, ya know cause she is a peg?
