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Post by erosaf on Sept 26, 2010 6:18:57 GMT 8
would think so
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 26, 2010 6:41:23 GMT 8
Rummy watched him carefully, know that there was still a game game that he was trying to win. "Apparently some use to you, Baru," she replied. She smiled a little, keeping her gaze on the creamy who had joined in on the fun. The small fae flicked her whipcord again, wondering if the cream stag would be so drawn to her as Baru had been.
To him her gaze turned, as she swerved around on her haunches. How could it be that she was drawing in so many stallions? It wasn't like she was some treasure to behold. As soon as Baru left, Rummy wondered what had made him. Rather, she would like many stallions around her. Talking with him had been interesting. "Why did he have to leave?" she asked, trotting after Baru Dengin quickly, her crown raised high with interest.
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Post by erosaf on Sept 26, 2010 6:54:25 GMT 8
"he left because he is a forcer and he knows that I have no patience for his kind, like many others there." Thowra sighed as the mare moved towards where the brown horse was walking away. "Don't bother following me, fae," Baru Dengin said, not turning his head at all when he heard the following mare.
The cream stallion made no sound, so it was a surprise when the brown horse found himself face to face with the cfraemy again. "What the hell do you want, Thowra?" the brown jeered. "If you raelly wanted her, don't let my presence turn you away," the creamy replied.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 26, 2010 8:21:13 GMT 8
Rummy sighed. "But...Baru. I wanted to go with you," she said, walking up to his side again, her face falling. Why did he suddenly not want her? The creamy had caused all this, she knew. Why did you have to come? she thought, looking to the cream stag again. Really? He has to save the day all the time and be some big hero. For all she knew, he was a forcer too.
The red roan fae wondered why that cream was ruining her chances with the bay stag. "Really, I do," she said, ready to take off. Getting rid of the heat cycle would appeal to him too. Rummy wondered if he would turn her down just because the creamy that smelled like pine was before them. Don't listen to him she thought, stepping closer to Baru. She hoped he wouldn't listen to Thowra. She hoped that she could be his.
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Post by erosaf on Sept 26, 2010 9:54:43 GMT 8
The silver horse backed off, not doing anything but leaving. He knew now that she had wanted the forcer. Baru Dengin looked at the fae. "I am a forcer, unlike Thowra. However I am not one of those digusting pure blooded hellions, whilst he is. I guess both things have their drawbacks."
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 26, 2010 10:06:18 GMT 8
Rummy nodded, her face no longer lit up with the game that she had been involved in before. Now, she had made her choice, and the forcer was the one that she had chose. Why though? What had drawn her to him so? The red roan didn't know the answer to that question other than the mindset that everyone had good inside their hearts. "Were you always a forcer?" she asked, walking a step closer so that their pelts were brushing.
In some perspective, she did not care for purebred hellions either. They were a little unpredictable, but she liked a hellion stallion just as much as she liked any stallion. Rummy found it hard to believe that she had chosen just one, but she was getting a little annoyed at Thowra. Rummy considered herself maybe just a little bit of an attention hog, but that was naturally the way she was. Some were meant for the spotlight, and some were meant to follow. It was hard to consider one fae in one category or the other, but she thought she fit in the first one rather than the second.
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Post by erosaf on Sept 26, 2010 10:14:11 GMT 8
"No, I was not always this way. My father made me to be this way though, once I stopped needing my mother. It has been my way of life for four and a half years now." He sighed.
"I may not be one of those hellions, but I'm as bad as they get some of the time." He felt himself changing though and that did amuse him at the moment. What was making him change?
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 26, 2010 10:32:25 GMT 8
Rummy stood spirited through all that she had been through although no one had tried to change her, like Baru's family had. "I grew up in a herd, and always would catch the stallions' eyes and their hearts. None of them really caught my interest though, until you came along," she said with a flirtatious grin. The red roan knew that he felt different than the others though. "Baru, you don't have to be like them. There's always time for change," she said, flicking her tail, just to remember that she was in heat again.
The red roan knew that she wasn't really one to give advice, mostly because she had longed for the attention of stallions and jealousy of mares all her life. Rummy really hadn't focused on ideals or standards like some faes did. They bored her. The fae had more or less followed her heart. It sounded naive, but it was the way that she worked, she guessed. There was only one thing that she was longing for now, and that was a young one. It was probably just because of the heat cycle though.
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