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Post by bellasuem on Dec 22, 2014 22:07:03 GMT -5
Delvin's breath was just slowing back to its normal pace after his training session. The young Olde stallion he sparred with certainly knew what he was doing, but then again so did Delvin himself. The scarred bay shook his head, frustrated. Why would Vasska insist on splitting his forces, and only using half for the actual battle. He understood that perhaps some horses weren't cut out for an actual war, but certainly less than half of their numbers.
But, he'd made his bed by choosing to side with the Olde and now he'd have to lie in it. If the Olde King decided Delvin wasn't one of the horses who were going to see battle, he'd find his own way to the battle field, or at least some way to help defeat those monsters. Irritated by his own thoughts, Delvin took a moment to actually look where he was going. Some horses still practiced with their partners, though most had dispersed around the fields. The scout knew a fair number of Exiles had joined up with the Olde like him, but damned if he knew any personally. He did, however, know the difference in how each herd smelled. The Olde horses held some earthy, damp smell to them, while the Exiles were far more crisply defined in his opinion. He spotted a small horse stomping out towards an empty section of the field, and the smell on the wind affirmed that they were an Exile. Deciding there wasn't much else to be done, he sighed and followed after the horse.
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Post by arcanamajor on Dec 28, 2014 9:48:30 GMT -5
((Ooc: sorry it's been a while! Christmas had me all distracted and then this completely slipped my mind. I'm so sorry!))
All these new arrivals were making Amblyn's skin itch. New scents, new sounds, they were all around her and the constant bickering slowly gnawed at her sanity. Being surrounded by loudmouth idiots - especially those from Olde, the stuck-up whiners - made her feel prickly and she hadn't had the chance to relieve said annoyance yet. Maybe she should try and find one of her less favourite herd members and 'strike up conversation'. Nothing like a good talking down to cheer one up.
She flicked her tail aggressively, ears swiveling as she sneered at the edge of the woods where she could hear some buffoons thunder around. It was like they wanted to alert everyone and everything to their presence. They'd never win a fight this way. Trudging through the soft grass of the fields they'd been staying at, Amblyn paused. Someone was tailing her. Why would anyone even do such a thing? Her lips pulled back in a snarl and her ears flattened. She turned, rounding on the frightfully-imposing form of a stallion.
"Why are you following me?" she bit. "Surely you have better things to do than chase after mares who'd rather be left alone?"
She glanced at the scars that adorned his hide. Oh yes, this one was a fighter. She'd seen him around, she thought. He was certainly someone she'd remember. Tall, with a wild pattern on his scarred sides, and strongly defined muscles. One of those stallions, for sure.
"Maybe you should practice some evasive maneuvers so your pretty face doesn't get scratched up any more."
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Post by bellasuem on Dec 28, 2014 22:18:12 GMT -5
((No problem at all, I've been on and off so much the past few days too lol))
Delvin could tell pretty quickly that perhaps this wasn't the best horse to try and cook up a conversation with, but he had already bothered to walk over so he decided against turning around. Besides, this had to be better than listening to those fanatics swoon over their unicorns for one more second. The bay snorted in grim amusement; if they could fight half as well as they preach maybe they'd do well against the Bachelors after all.
Delvin was fast closing the distance between him and the mare, but he wasn't expecting her to round on him like she did. He stopped abruptly, and his ears tilted back, partly out of habit and partly out of her reaction. He didn't blame her, he'd probably do about the same if he was in her position. But that didn't stop him from being annoyed. "Maybe I was just walkin' over to the woods," he shot back indignantly, "Not that there's actually anythin' better to do around these... Northerners, anyway," he growled, glaring at a pair of Olde horses sparring in the distance.
He stared down at the short mare, huffing a short laugh at her thinly veiled threat. "I don't think I have to worry about that right now. Not that you could reach," he retorted.
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Post by arcanamajor on Dec 30, 2014 12:19:14 GMT -5
Amblyn's eyes narrowed as she looked up at the tall stallion. Had he just snorted at her? Why, the nerve! The pretty mare scowled angrily. Was he mocking her? Yes, his height proved superior, but she could match up to him, she was sure. Well, in wit at least. Ugh, stallions and their love for strength and valor.
"Well, maybe," she spoke, tone dripping with her annoyance, "you could walk to the woods some other way. There's plenty of woods behind you. I'd say they'd make an excellent direction for you to be heading in."
His attention was drawn then by some warring Olde members and she glanced their way as well. Annoyance at the Olde herd and their myriad of ridiculous ways - unicorns, to be sure! - was something she understood, so she didn't share anything except a soft huff at his words. Prissy though they were, with their shiny coats and long limbs, Olde horses were still well fed and strong. She had no intention of sparking their fury, if only because she rather liked her mane the way it was.
"I don't think I have to worry about that right now. Not that you could reach."
Amblyn bristled visibly. Had he just mocked her stature? He certainly was not gaining any favours, treating her like some filly who'd yet to grow into her limbs.
"I don't need to be able to reach from here, stallion," she spat. "One swift kick to those long legs of yours and they'd break in two. I'd be able to stand on your head should I so choose."
It'd be a terrible waste, ruining the pretty stallion's pretty coat further, but then it'd be worth it. Worth it just to see his smug face falter.
"Though with my luck, I'd break my own leg as well as yours." The mare sighed, glancing up again. It was going to be one of those days, wasn't it?
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Post by bellasuem on Jan 1, 2015 12:24:54 GMT -5
"Well, I'm already goin' this way, so why would I take the time to turn around and go the way I already came from?" he answered slowly, as if he were explaining something to a foal.
Delvin could tell he had struck a nerve with the prickly mare, especially when she threatened to break his legs. Not the kind of encounter he'd been looking for, but things hadn't really been going his way these past weeks anyway. He probably should've expected this. He sighed to himself; this is where socializing got you, he thought bitterly.
The bay scout snorted again, shaking his head as if to chase away a bothersome fly, "If ya' did manage that, I suppose you'd at least get the feelin' of bein' taller, at least for a minute," he answered. Considering the way the mare looked and acted, he half-believed she'd try it, too. The Olde herd would love to gossip about that, how the Exile heathens like to skirmish and argue to pass the time.
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Post by arcanamajor on Jan 1, 2015 13:30:08 GMT -5
"Oh boy," Amblyn snarked. "I suppose I shouldn't have expected you to understand the finer points of sarcasm. Or even my wanting you gone and as far from me as possible. Not to worry, for your sake I will suggest you move east instead. That way you can walk in a direction new to you, yet away from me."
Her nostrils flared as she finished her rant. He'd been mocking her and his tone had been obvious. As if she were some filly looking for her mother. Oh, if he wasn't so big she'd take a bite out of his hide. Those darned stallions and their self-importance. At least she had earned her position!
The stallion shook his head, mane whipping about at seemingly nothing. Maybe this one had an addled brain? She glanced at those around them, wondering if an Exile member would be along presently to warn her away, but as it stood only Olde members remained nearby. None of them would be able to tell her if she'd been conversing with a halfwit. She wouldn't be surprised, either way.
"Longer than a minute, I'd say." She snorted, long forelock moving in front of her eyes until she shook. "And I've never heard of a horse surviving two shattered limbs, even one as big as you."
It wasn't that she was threatening him, she decided. No, she was helpfully curbing his ego. He'd never appeal to anyone if he kept on being as brash as he was now. No, indeed, she was doing him a favour. Handsome stallions needed fitting personalities and he was much too full of himself. Amblyn smiled to herself. Why, she was being a good and just herdmate, taking care of him!
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Post by bellasuem on Jan 4, 2015 18:18:36 GMT -5
Delvin ground his hoof into the turf at the mare's caustic explanation. Of course he realized she was being sarcastic; he wasn't foaled yesterday. Far from it, actually. As if that wasn't enough, she still looked like she wanted to lunge at him right then and there. He would never understand the moods of mares, he thought with another irritated shake of his head.
The bay snorted, "Oh, I don't disagree with you," he started, "I'm sure I'd be done for just as fast as you if some little pest decided to come along and break my legs," he continued pointedly.
It probably wasn't a brilliant idea to fuel the little mare's fire, but honestly what else was there to do. He needed a bit of distraction from the looming battle, and better to avoid picking fights with Vasska's delusional herd and have the fury of them on his back. The scout huffed again, "The Bachelors'll have a tough time dealin' with you, they have plenty of tall stallions with legs ripe for the breakin'," he told her. Maybe she'd take it as a compliment.
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Post by arcanamajor on Jan 11, 2015 15:47:02 GMT -5
The stallion looked irritated. Amblyn grinned inwardly. Vexing over-important males ranked high on her list of daily pleasures. That she'd manage so this early in the morn was a welcome treat. As long as she could keep him from striking her, this would be a welcome bit of fun.
"The Bachelors'll have a tough time dealin' with you, they have plenty of tall stallions with legs ripe for the breakin'."
She snorted at his words. Compliments, or something that were meant to appear that way, did little to sway her. He was just speaking the truth and why should the truth be special? No, stating obvious things was for colts of few years. It didn't impress her in the least.
"If you think you can charm me, think again. I've been flirted with by handsomer stallions than you and even they couldn't meet my standards. I do not dally with fools."
She sniffed daintily, turning her head with a pleased smile. At least this one finally saw her for who she was. Someone of importance and skill.
"Though I have no doubt I'd distract those stallions plenty," she purred, flicking her tail and grinning.
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Post by bellasuem on Jan 11, 2015 20:42:02 GMT -5
Delvin raised his brow as the mare went from scoffing indignation at the idea of being 'charmed,' as she deigned to put it, to quite obviously being pleased by his remark. The bay snorted; as he's said, he would never understand the whims of mares.
The fact that she might've considered his vaguely argumentative ramblings as flirting was a funny thought, at least. He picked quite the character to start a conversation with, unfortunately.
"I do not dally with fools."
"What a coincidence," he stated dryly, "I don't either." The inkling of a smug grin appeared on his face, "Maybe you'll have better luck with one of these Northerners," he suggested, "Go chatter with one of them, or break their legs. Whatever suits you," he suggested.
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