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04-27-2013, 11:11 PM
ANTIQUITY
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walk "talk" think
There was tension between the two strangers. She didn't understand the sudden hate in the air, but it became quite clear with Abel's words. Her ears flicked back with the awkward silence that followed. It seemed as both the stallion and the unicorn mare awaited a decision that she wasn't prepared to make. Had she known that there seemed to be a competition between herds to recruit members, she would have worked her way around the battlefield. But now there were two pairs of eyes staring at her to choose between two herds she had no knowledge of.
She leaned more towards Abel's soft green eyes. There was a fire that sparked with Arah's racism for his species, but he maintained his composer and seemed to do what he could to make sure she was warmly welcomed. On the other hand, she did travel all this way to be surrounded by others of her kind. They can't be all racist right? She grew up around the more normal species, and had many "friends" amoung them. She stepped back a couple of steps, regarding the pair with quizzical eyes. "I...I would like variety in my friendships. I find that normal looking horses are just as interesting as unicorns. I have yet to meet a pegasus, though I am confident that they have their share of interesting stories...." She trailed off, begining to get lost in her thoughts.
She was quiet for a moment, trying to sort her racing mind and respond to both of their propositions without getting their tangled feelings for each other mangled in the process. "I know nothing of your herd, Arah. But I feel it in my best interests to explore for a bit, get a feel for this new world. Perhaps in the future, I will find you, and you can welcome me to your home. For now, I suppose I will take your offer, Abel, and accompany you. I wish you good health and happiness, Arah."
The small Welsh turned towards the large, young stallion. Offering a smile, she thought about sending him a face to tell him to hurry and escort her out of the area. To be honest, Arah's hatred for the cold surprised and embarressed her. How rude, she acted. It was souls like her that gave her species such a bad name. No wonder the other members of her foal-herd regarded her with such animosity. They must have thought that she was smug and rude. She will make it a life goal to prove them wrong. Unicorns must be regal, peaceful and saintly. Anything less is unacceptable.
She leaned more towards Abel's soft green eyes. There was a fire that sparked with Arah's racism for his species, but he maintained his composer and seemed to do what he could to make sure she was warmly welcomed. On the other hand, she did travel all this way to be surrounded by others of her kind. They can't be all racist right? She grew up around the more normal species, and had many "friends" amoung them. She stepped back a couple of steps, regarding the pair with quizzical eyes. "I...I would like variety in my friendships. I find that normal looking horses are just as interesting as unicorns. I have yet to meet a pegasus, though I am confident that they have their share of interesting stories...." She trailed off, begining to get lost in her thoughts.
She was quiet for a moment, trying to sort her racing mind and respond to both of their propositions without getting their tangled feelings for each other mangled in the process. "I know nothing of your herd, Arah. But I feel it in my best interests to explore for a bit, get a feel for this new world. Perhaps in the future, I will find you, and you can welcome me to your home. For now, I suppose I will take your offer, Abel, and accompany you. I wish you good health and happiness, Arah."
The small Welsh turned towards the large, young stallion. Offering a smile, she thought about sending him a face to tell him to hurry and escort her out of the area. To be honest, Arah's hatred for the cold surprised and embarressed her. How rude, she acted. It was souls like her that gave her species such a bad name. No wonder the other members of her foal-herd regarded her with such animosity. They must have thought that she was smug and rude. She will make it a life goal to prove them wrong. Unicorns must be regal, peaceful and saintly. Anything less is unacceptable.
Arah and Able /tags
GOOD /muse
441 /words
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GOOD /muse
441 /words
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