A meeting between Verloren, Eris and "A Wishful Hero": Part 1
Firkasa
((Bah. Comp went freeze mode on me.))
Golden eyes darted around a slush covered field. A hint of grass was poking out of the cold earth but it was not enough to indicate that spring was soon approaching. At least, not to Verloren. The young stallion praced this way and that around the slushy and muddy fields in another one of his strange antics. Perhaps he was chasing the "shiny thing" again. Or, perhaps he was just trying to hang on to what little youth he had left from his foal days. It almost seemed like yesterday when he was a foal. Then again, he could pick on the other younglings if he wished to do so. Yes... that would be quite fun.
A golden colored hoff dug into the muddy earth as the young green stallion contemplated and formulated a little plan to play with any foal he might happen by next time. The fun they could have. Verloren's flank shivered slighly as a cold wind brushed by. He raised his head into the air, wondering is something was coming.
Golden eyes darted around a slush covered field. A hint of grass was poking out of the cold earth but it was not enough to indicate that spring was soon approaching. At least, not to Verloren. The young stallion praced this way and that around the slushy and muddy fields in another one of his strange antics. Perhaps he was chasing the "shiny thing" again. Or, perhaps he was just trying to hang on to what little youth he had left from his foal days. It almost seemed like yesterday when he was a foal. Then again, he could pick on the other younglings if he wished to do so. Yes... that would be quite fun.
A golden colored hoff dug into the muddy earth as the young green stallion contemplated and formulated a little plan to play with any foal he might happen by next time. The fun they could have. Verloren's flank shivered slighly as a cold wind brushed by. He raised his head into the air, wondering is something was coming.
Naita
Hoofbeats, muffled by the splashes of slush they inspired, piped up on the breeze, winds muted by the dying days of winter, spring's first rays of sun not yet broaching the place, but they were near enough for some warmth.
A spotted youth made his way cheerfully, snuffling at the wet earth now and then, searching for some idealised verdant pasture where the perfect blade of grass was never more than a tongue's length away, no mind for his short mane at all. A few locks were muddied, flung back, and left brown patches on his black and white form.
At his side idled a sight far more commanding than that of a dirty, yet cheerful young stallion, if only for her cleanliness in comparison.
That mane, that tail, spun gold, dipped in wine. That figure, creamy magnificence, fading to white before her golden hooves, kissed here and there by wine-touched tribal tattoos.
That face... rolling eyes at the work of Zatarra.
Such was Eris, beautiful in all but nature.
A spotted youth made his way cheerfully, snuffling at the wet earth now and then, searching for some idealised verdant pasture where the perfect blade of grass was never more than a tongue's length away, no mind for his short mane at all. A few locks were muddied, flung back, and left brown patches on his black and white form.
At his side idled a sight far more commanding than that of a dirty, yet cheerful young stallion, if only for her cleanliness in comparison.
That mane, that tail, spun gold, dipped in wine. That figure, creamy magnificence, fading to white before her golden hooves, kissed here and there by wine-touched tribal tattoos.
That face... rolling eyes at the work of Zatarra.
Such was Eris, beautiful in all but nature.
Firkasa
((*Pokes her computer for it had another freeze episode*))
Ears swiveled forward as the sound of sloshing hooves in the muddy earth caught Verloren's attention. His large head turned to look at two familiar forms. One was that of a familiar black and white stallion. The other was of his winged "sister". Glad to see semi-familiar faces, Verloren carefully made his way to the two other soquili with a slow trot. "Nice to see the two of you again!" Verloren responded as he approached the two. "How have you been?"
Ears swiveled forward as the sound of sloshing hooves in the muddy earth caught Verloren's attention. His large head turned to look at two familiar forms. One was that of a familiar black and white stallion. The other was of his winged "sister". Glad to see semi-familiar faces, Verloren carefully made his way to the two other soquili with a slow trot. "Nice to see the two of you again!" Verloren responded as he approached the two. "How have you been?"
Naita
Golden eyes raising to meet that jade figure, Eris bowed her head in response, before casting yet another eye-rolling gaze at Zatarra.
"Muddy," came her answer, voice oozing that calm, collected aura that made the stallion at her side long to n** her.
"And yourself?" she then queried, allowing her eyes to rest on him a moment, well aware the spotted stallion would not dare go through with such.
Though his mouth did swing her way for a moment, history proved right, and no retalliation was given.
"Happy," he corrected Eris, however. "Happy."
"Spring's coming," he then burst forth, front legs leaving the safety of solid ground a moment, scarlet eyes dancing.
"I can feel it, I can taste it!"
"Joy."
"Muddy," came her answer, voice oozing that calm, collected aura that made the stallion at her side long to n** her.
"And yourself?" she then queried, allowing her eyes to rest on him a moment, well aware the spotted stallion would not dare go through with such.
Though his mouth did swing her way for a moment, history proved right, and no retalliation was given.
"Happy," he corrected Eris, however. "Happy."
"Spring's coming," he then burst forth, front legs leaving the safety of solid ground a moment, scarlet eyes dancing.
"I can feel it, I can taste it!"
"Joy."
Firkasa
Verloren chuckled in a kind manner at the two. "I'm both muddy and happy. Its true that spring is coming. I'm interested to see what may come this season." Quietly, the young stallion gently wiped off some of the mud from his hooved by brushing it over some grass. "If you want Eris, you can clean your hooves at the nearby stream. There's one not too far from here."
The young stallion's eyes dance between the winged female and the older stallion. How two different personalities came together was beyond Verloren's understanding. "Out of curiosity, are you two siblings in any way? You do seem close." In you own way, Verloren finished the last part of the sentence in his mind, fearing that he'd be rude. He still had the idea that because everyone was "taller" then him, he had to be polite around them. Not that it was true anymore.
The young stallion's eyes dance between the winged female and the older stallion. How two different personalities came together was beyond Verloren's understanding. "Out of curiosity, are you two siblings in any way? You do seem close." In you own way, Verloren finished the last part of the sentence in his mind, fearing that he'd be rude. He still had the idea that because everyone was "taller" then him, he had to be polite around them. Not that it was true anymore.
Naita
Zatarra attempted to scoff at this, but succeeded only in a vague sort of cough, which escalated rather beyond his control. In the midst of his coughing fit, the femme took over the answer, sighing out the beginning of it due to the appaloosa male's foolish ways.
"We live together, but thankfully share no relation."
A twitch of her golden wings seemed an attempt to prove this. Of the appendages she was prodigously proud, and almost pitied the two she lived with for the lack of them.
To his other comment she nodded happily, setting off in the direction he mentioned, before turning her head back, fluttering those eyelashes mockingly, and calling back to the stallions;
"What, no gallant chaperones?"
The montoned male narrowed his eyes at her batting ones, but did, grumblingly, set off in her wake, muttering about 'women.'
"We live together, but thankfully share no relation."
A twitch of her golden wings seemed an attempt to prove this. Of the appendages she was prodigously proud, and almost pitied the two she lived with for the lack of them.
To his other comment she nodded happily, setting off in the direction he mentioned, before turning her head back, fluttering those eyelashes mockingly, and calling back to the stallions;
"What, no gallant chaperones?"
The montoned male narrowed his eyes at her batting ones, but did, grumblingly, set off in her wake, muttering about 'women.'
Firkasa
With a hearty chuckle, the green stallion walked up to the winged mare's side and bowed his head. "I'd be glad to accompany you." Verloren turned his head around to gaze at Zatarra for a moment before starting to walk towards the stream. "Even if you don't share any relation, you do seem close... in your own manner." The young stallion tossed head lightly, taking care not to sprinkle any straying water droplets on his two companions. "I have no other soquili companion of my own, so I don't really have any right in saying such things."
Youthful eyes gazed forward as gold melted into the crystal clear stream before them. "Ah, here we go. The newly melting snow gives this stream its clear quality. Or so I've observed."
Youthful eyes gazed forward as gold melted into the crystal clear stream before them. "Ah, here we go. The newly melting snow gives this stream its clear quality. Or so I've observed."
Naita
Affecting the accents of a damsel, Eris batted her eyelids once more at both males.
"Why sirs, I do declare you're as sweet as sugar."
It seemed the affectation could only be stood for so long however, for with a hearty laugh, the femme began dousing the lower portions of her legs in the stream holding each under the cool waters until the mud was eased off, leaving the area around her hooves once more pure white, a striking comparison to the golden hooves.
"Your heroes?" tried Zatarra, a simple attempt at a trick he had tried many a time. He fancied himself a hero, in truth, and though the other mare who shared his home allowed these fantasies, Eris would never allow him such claims.
However, on receiving no answer but a glare, the stallion returned his eyes to Verloren, smiling widely.
"We're close as chalk and cheese," he chuckled, "but it must be hard not to have anyone to fight with."
"Oh yes, all that peace and quiet, horrific," came a voice from behind, Eris' eyes catching at the pair of males, some portion of her mane caught in the current, bobbing and swaying with the water.
"Why sirs, I do declare you're as sweet as sugar."
It seemed the affectation could only be stood for so long however, for with a hearty laugh, the femme began dousing the lower portions of her legs in the stream holding each under the cool waters until the mud was eased off, leaving the area around her hooves once more pure white, a striking comparison to the golden hooves.
"Your heroes?" tried Zatarra, a simple attempt at a trick he had tried many a time. He fancied himself a hero, in truth, and though the other mare who shared his home allowed these fantasies, Eris would never allow him such claims.
However, on receiving no answer but a glare, the stallion returned his eyes to Verloren, smiling widely.
"We're close as chalk and cheese," he chuckled, "but it must be hard not to have anyone to fight with."
"Oh yes, all that peace and quiet, horrific," came a voice from behind, Eris' eyes catching at the pair of males, some portion of her mane caught in the current, bobbing and swaying with the water.
Firkasa
Verloren watched Eris closely. She was an odd one, not as odd as Zatarra but he liked her personality. Stretching his neck around to look at the other stallion, Verloren couldn't help but chuckle at the hero and chalk comment. "Well, I don't mind it. It allows me to have the free time to do whatever I please. I explore these lands a lot because of that. I don't mind being alone. It is quiet. But peaceful too as you have stated Eris." The green stallion bobbed his head in the golden mare's direction.
A curious look came across the young stallion's face as he once again turned to face Zatarra. "Do you like fighting?" It never occured to Verloren that fighting could be a hobby. He never had the chance to fight and even if he did, it was only for defensive puposes. Verloren was just that kind of personality.
A curious look came across the young stallion's face as he once again turned to face Zatarra. "Do you like fighting?" It never occured to Verloren that fighting could be a hobby. He never had the chance to fight and even if he did, it was only for defensive puposes. Verloren was just that kind of personality.
Naita
At the question of fighting, Zatarra stretched himself to full height, puffing out his chest and beginning a tirade;
"Fighting? I fight the noble dragon, I fight to free damsels, I fight to right wrong, and slay evil!"
"You fight to get yourself stuck in muddy bogs."
The memory rather deflated the stallion, but a sheepish grin remained on his features.
"And I fight to get out of muddy bogs. ... with a bit of help."
Here a creamy face peered over the appaloosa's shoulder, golden eyes cast on the jade stallion.
"Check the short chunk in his tail," she advised, "that's from when I had to pull him out."
That Eris had little idea of talking the elder of the pair up was sadly obvious. Her affection for him was of a sisterly sort, and included much mockery.
"Fighting? I fight the noble dragon, I fight to free damsels, I fight to right wrong, and slay evil!"
"You fight to get yourself stuck in muddy bogs."
The memory rather deflated the stallion, but a sheepish grin remained on his features.
"And I fight to get out of muddy bogs. ... with a bit of help."
Here a creamy face peered over the appaloosa's shoulder, golden eyes cast on the jade stallion.
"Check the short chunk in his tail," she advised, "that's from when I had to pull him out."
That Eris had little idea of talking the elder of the pair up was sadly obvious. Her affection for him was of a sisterly sort, and included much mockery.
Firkasa
((Okies! ^^))
"Errrr... dragon?" Zatarra certainly spoke of strange things sometimes. Almost as strange as the things Cocheta described back home at their teepee. The jade shaded stallion lightly shoke his head at Zatarra's shortened section of his tail. "Eris is very kind to you to pull you out of a place like that. Bogs aren't a place for any living creature to travel alone. Its easy to get stuck and trapped in the muddy earth. Sometimes even forever. But! It looks like the two of you made it out quite all right. Where might this bog be anyway?" Verloren was itching for a new adventure. Perhaps he would go to the bogs and check out the place for himself. It sounded like an interesting place to see.
A thought glanced over the young stallion's mind. He and Zatarra weren't all that different for both easily fell into their own fantasies. Verloren was simply more aware of his surroundings perhaps. He would have liked to have someone like Eris traveling around. She was probably more aware of her surroundings then he was.
"Errrr... dragon?" Zatarra certainly spoke of strange things sometimes. Almost as strange as the things Cocheta described back home at their teepee. The jade shaded stallion lightly shoke his head at Zatarra's shortened section of his tail. "Eris is very kind to you to pull you out of a place like that. Bogs aren't a place for any living creature to travel alone. Its easy to get stuck and trapped in the muddy earth. Sometimes even forever. But! It looks like the two of you made it out quite all right. Where might this bog be anyway?" Verloren was itching for a new adventure. Perhaps he would go to the bogs and check out the place for himself. It sounded like an interesting place to see.
A thought glanced over the young stallion's mind. He and Zatarra weren't all that different for both easily fell into their own fantasies. Verloren was simply more aware of his surroundings perhaps. He would have liked to have someone like Eris traveling around. She was probably more aware of her surroundings then he was.
