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Post by queerly on Jan 7, 2015 23:07:51 GMT -5
Can I Change Your Mind
A roleplay between Queerly's Eden and Katha88's Arturo
[Summer 399]
Eden was the sort of horse that expected things to go as they were supposed to. He expected to get up at sunrise. He expected to make a light breakfast of the succulent grass surrounding the Silver Wood, perhaps chiming in on the conversation of his fellow healers but mostly just listening to them discuss the day's upcoming events. He expected to do a bit of stretching after his meal, and to have a peaceful morning walk through the woods. He expected to see plenty of lovely sights: a few rare birds, perhaps a doe and her children, or maybe even a herd member stuck on a log.
Wait a second.
The appaloosa ground to a halt, staring at the pathetic sight he'd just stumbled upon. Yes, that was indeed a horse stuck on what had to be the largest fallen tree in the Silver Wood. He recognized the fellow as Arturo, or at least he thought he did. From the current vantage point, he could only see the stallion's sooty hindquarters, squirming and kicking in an attempt to vault himself off the monstrous log. He didn't seem to be making much progress. In fact, the wriggling was only making him more stuck. Eden couldn't fathom how he'd gotten himself into that position. Was he trying to clear it?
Eden stood there drinking in the hilarious sight for a long time before it occurred to him that he really ought to help the poor guy out.
"Looks to me like you bit off a bit more than you could chew, friend." He called as he came up behind Arturo, hidden from the Knight's field of vision. He imagined it surprised him quite a bit, and tried not to laugh at the thought. "Would you, 'hem, like some help?"
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katha88
Familiar Face
Olde Herd
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Post by katha88 on Jan 23, 2015 7:10:45 GMT -5
How could he possibly have gotten into such a situation!? As he tried to pull his leg free from the massive old silver tree log, he felt the pain striking through his left hind leg. It didn’t matter how much he wiggled and writhed, he was stuck. His face was burning of the effort and would he possess light pigmented skin, he would be brightly shining pink by the effort, stress and anger and of course the shame. The big knight Arturo, always serious on his task, stuck between some logs - the cougars would come and eat him, he was certain.
The day had started oh so peaceful, with a nice breakfast munch and some hours of watching the herd. Then he went on with his training, running through the forest, jumping some logs, getting stuck on a log. Yes, he simply slacked over this massive tree and his hind leg got stuck, just like that. Don’t you forget the big face palm he suffered, after the sudden grip of the tree. His face, chest and legs were full with scratches and his head hurt.
He desperately hoped he could free himself, before someone else would find him like that, he couldn’t bear the thought that a rook might find him like that…
As Arturo kept on kicking and struggling, he suddenly heard something, rustling and a femaleish smell. Startled as suddenly someone talke to him. Bit off more than I could chew? Arturo wondered what she meant with that, his brain slowly progressing… OH DEAR, a mare had found him, it couldn’t probably get worse. Did she mean the tree? Arturo tried desperately to get a glimpse of his soon to be rescuer mare, but all he saw with his eyes rolled back, was a buckskinish silhouette. Help, of course he needed help, but he could not admit it. „Well, I think I could handle it my self, I think… but I guess some help wouldn’t hurt. Thank you…“ He didn’t want to admit that he couldn’t even make out who was standing behind him, so he waited patiently.
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Post by queerly on Feb 3, 2015 3:43:07 GMT -5
The stallion pursed his lips hard, withholding a snort that would have come across as most unkind. The poor fellow was already in quite the compromising position, best not to rub salt in the wound. Well, rub it harder, anyway.
"Alright, alright. Let's see... balls, how'd you even manage to get into this mess?" Eden asked, picking his way across limb-littered ground to where Arturo was still struggling. He craned his neck towards his tail, trying to grab hold, but a reflexive flick had the tresses sweeping across his nose. The horrible build of a sneeze tickled his nasal cavity. "Ugh." He took hold of Arturo's tail with his teeth, feeling for a good grip before he dug his hooves in and began to pull like a dog playing tug-of-war, legs scrambling for purchase with very little progress made.
When it became clear that pulling wasn't going to do anything more than wear track marks into the dirt, Eden spat the hair from his mouth. "Okay. Okay, so that didn't work. New plan." He called, voice strained from the fairly simple exertion. He refused to be hard on himself for it. Pulling meaty knights off of logs wasn't part of the healer job description. "Right, don't kick me."
Eden ducked his head and began to push against Arturo's rump instead, hind hooves digging into the grass and front ones leaving the ground.
Arturo didn't budge.
"That didn't work either. Alright, NEWER plan." Eden said. The appaloosa began to back up. Ten feet, twenty feet. Thirty. He stopped there and lowered his head, lining up his aim as his black-tipped ears fell flat. This would either work, or he was going to have one hell of a headache, and Arturo one hell of a sore rump. Regardless, it would be one hell of a story to tell. With that optimistic little note in mind, Eden charged, throwing all his quarterhorse lineage into the sprint. He struck Arturo hard enough that the sooty buckskin was dislodged, and Eden followed him right over the log with a screech of surprise. The two stallions ended up in a pile of tangled limbs on the opposite side of the fallen tree, and Eden's creative vocabulary could be heard across the entirety of the Silver Wood.
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katha88
Familiar Face
Olde Herd
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Post by katha88 on Apr 29, 2015 5:24:48 GMT -5
As Eden tried to grab Arturo on the tail and pulled on it, he pushed against the tree with his front legs but except for some pain in his loins, this plan did not work out. Arturo let out an annoyed huff and let himself sink ungracefully on the tree log, his legs dangling around the huge monster. As Eden suddenly pushed at his butt, Arturo scrambled up his legs again, “by the unicorns!!” he grunted and tried to pull himself out with his front legs, driven by Edens push from behind, but again - except for some scratches on his front legs - he did not move.
Arturo again tried to get a glimpse of that bull mare that was pulling and pushing on him and suddenly it came to his mind who that Buckskin might be. NEWER plan! Ripped him from his already concerned thoughts. “W-what are you planning on?” Arturo tried desperately to see what the horse behind him was planning on, when he heart thundering hoof beats. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!” Arturo scrambled on the giant log desperately to get out of it, and then …. Eden hit him like a train.
As Arturo stared at Eden the snorted loudly, “Eden, I knew it was YOU!” Irritated, Arturo tried to struggle free of him … or her? As he realized that wild throwing of his legs would not help to free them of their tangled limbs, he calmed down and breathed. He looked at Eden, but quickly his eyes darted away to avoid eye contact. Arturo feld ashamed beyond believe, not only by the overall awkward situation, but also about Eden. He never could figure out why this mare wanted to be a stallion and how to address him/her. Saved by a mare that was somehow a stallion (again big question mark above Arturo’s head), he would probably even have preferred Caligo to save him. Probably not, but oh he was so confused.
As Arturo slowly untangled himself, he hushed a quick “thank you Eden” and got up on his four legs. He couldn’t handle this situation, Eden had helped him so much, but he didn’t know how to act around Eden. She had always appeared strange to him as he did not understand the idea of a trans gender and why somebody would want to live as another gender than they were born and be called a stallion when they were a mare. He squinted at Eden, he didn’t wanted to leave and be rude.
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