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Post by ShinjuTsukuda on Jun 13, 2015 14:00:37 GMT -5
Kids Can Be Cruel
Characters: Lars (Shinju) , Marianela (Arly)
Location: Summer Fields (Bachelor)
Time: Past
Approximate Age: 4
The summer fields were always a fun place for foals, but too the little pale white colt he it was more of a small leisure time. He wasn't allowed to play with the many colts in the herd for his age, his father always train him for long hours on strategy and knowledge so what ever time that was left for him was barley any time making friends. He only knew one so far and it happen to be an older filly named Tamera, even then he couldn't be around her much all he could do was yearn and watch from a far.
Today was different though the older filly had been playing with her other friends and he was left all alone in the grassy fields. The colt was socially awkward in a way until he would warm up to the stranger. Even though he was at the age of 4 now most foals would have a ton of friend but he hasn't he was often the one they bullied and mocked for begin so light coated and for looking like a filly. |
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Jun 13, 2015 14:19:09 GMT -5
Marianela stood alone, avoiding the other foals... Pft, whatever. She didn't need their company, she didn't need anyone's....She just wanted her mother. She sighed heavily and let the gentle breeze brush over her small delicate pelt. She was such an odd looking thing, clunky hooves, knobby knees that were hilarious to look at. Oh the joys of being a foal. She began to walk through the flowers and long grass, each sensation of the foliage brushing against her made her shiver and her pelt twitch in response.
She spotted something bright though in the light, all alone and...The most awkward thing she had ever seen. Marianela scowled, approaching it- Oh, it was that colt....Lars? Lars. Marianela rolled her eyes and approached him, circling him pretty quickly. Although he was so weird looking, she let a smile crack out. "Hi there," She chirped, stopping her circle and looking at him curiously, large ears perked and nostrils quivering.
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Post by ShinjuTsukuda on Jun 13, 2015 14:46:09 GMT -5
Not long after standing alone awkwardly shifting from on leg to the other a filly came up to him. The filly slowly approached him who was she again? he had seen her a lot as well but never dared to go up and talk to her. What was her name now...Mary? no it wasn't Mary it was Marianela that's it, he heard from others saying that her mother was banished.
Marianela circled him a few time in a quickly fashion and even crack a smiled at him, causing his heart to quickly pulsating at a high rate.Why had she smiled at him she never bother to talk to him before what else could she want with him? His father always said filly are very smart and can be string colts along easily for a ride and then drop them like flies. No how can he think that when he played with Tam just fine for last few years. So many though ran through his little head as the white colt timidly bowed to her before speaking. "H-hi...is there something you need?" he asked in a soft voice not sure if he offended the filly in any way. His eyes barley making contact with her bi-colored orbs. She was so frank and it reminded him of his friend begin so frank walking up to him as if it was normal for her to talk to him.
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Jun 13, 2015 14:57:23 GMT -5
She couldn't help but giggle at his weak voice and his question. Did there always have to be need for something in order to talk to someone else? Marianela snorted and stepped even closer, reaching up to look at his scar and glance into his eyes. Woah, now those were creepy. So blue...She ended up staring a little too long, her head leaning closer and closer with her own head tilting down as she invaded his space. "...Nope." She snorted in his face and flicked her tail, taking a few steps back.
There was a question lingering on her tongue. ".....So why are you so pale." The way she conveyed it, it was less of a question and more of a demand for an answer. He was so bright in the light! She squinted from annoyance and tilted her head to one side, lifting a hoof to drop it back down again. Although she had to admit, she wasn't the most normal looking of horses...Her coat certainly didn't hold a candle to this colt's whiteness.
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Post by ShinjuTsukuda on Jun 13, 2015 15:33:00 GMT -5
Marianela was really getting to close for comfort he wasn't the type that like having his personal space invaded, it made him feel naked as if he doesn't feel that way with his pale coat already. He caught her starting at his eyes a bit to long as the space between them were already so tight, then she snorted into his face telling him there was nothing she need from him. His face heated up blushing furiously at the close proximity giving him a lasting bittersweet taste as she backed a few feet from him.
"Uh...I really don't know my parent weren't the same colors, my father it must have had something to do with me begin a runt..." he replied looking down to the ground as the last word left his mouth.
"All I know is that I'm not a full albino, or so I learned or else I would have issues with my eye begin in the bright sunlight." he spoke matter fact as if he had learn about why he was this pale white little thing that people like to call names for. The colt had seem to regain his little ease that he has after his personal space was back at a relaxed level.
"Your name was M-Marianela right?" he asked looking back at the mare stil slightly uncomfortable.
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Jun 15, 2015 19:34:15 GMT -5
She swiveled her ears, staring a little longer. ".....So you could be adopted?" It was almost like she was excited at that idea? But...That seemed a bit cruel, even for her so she sort of twisted her muzzle and snorted loudly. "Sorry." She abruptly said. Marianela watched all his little movements, noticing how he looked uncomfortable, she grinned again. "Mhm!~ I'm Marianela. What's your name?"
The filly froze, she had the best idea!
"Can I give you a name?" She stepped forwards again with excitement. "Snowflake. You look like you could be one when winter falls...Or maybe snowball! More stallion-like! Hm...Or blanky....Because your fur is so empty and plain." She rotated to the side, stretching her legs and flicking her thick tail. "What is a runt though? Is that what your father calls you? Runt?" She repeated it a few more times, almost chiming it and turning it into a small melody.
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Post by ShinjuTsukuda on Jun 16, 2015 12:15:08 GMT -5
"W-what? N-no I'm not adopted as far as I know..." He protested, if her was adopted his father would already use that excusme to put him down further then he already feel. The filly seem to look lively as she asked him that question but soon she apologized for even asking such a offensive question which the nature of the question was a double edge sword. His ears perked up as she grinned at him with such a nice smile. Maybe she wasn't so bad, she might just happen to speak her mind before she even thought of it, It was kind of endearing to the colt.
"My names is Lars Dittmar, the Elite Lutz's thirdborn and only son." He said in a much more controled tone as if he had was pratice that over and over. In truth it was true his father made him reapeat it as if his life depended on it.
The filly froze and then she stepped forward with such excitement asking him if she could name him out of the blue! The poor colt was taken aback it was as if the filly didn't care what he just said and called him snowflake, then proccede to call him snowball as she said it would seem more stallion like, by the passing minute though her names for him became worse as she then called him blanky. Lars took a few small step backwards as he tried to keep balenced, he was thankful that Marianela decide to rotate to her side to stretch her legs before flicking her little thick tail. "A-ah well in truth I don't know the meaning of runt, I only have a feeling its not a good thing though." he reolied back to her but she keep repeating the word runt a few times as if it was a melody. The poor boy had his ears drooped down and felt embbarasted that the the filly would say it as if it was a words to a song.
"So any way, um what do you do for fun Marianela?" Lars asked trying to change the subject, hopeully she would stop chiming that name his father called him so often.
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Jun 18, 2015 15:00:30 GMT -5
"Lars." She purred, his name rolling off her tongue with ease and she giggled. "I think I prefer Blanky...But I'll call you Snowball, because snow is fun to roll in and you seem like you could be fun. Maybe." She said a little odd, her tone laced with deviousness. She could use him as a push about, the other foals were too strong for her but this one....Seemed small-ish enough for her to bother and get her own way. Her ears flattened though as he had interrupted her little melody. "Fun? I run. I run as fast as I can until I can't feel my legs. Or I hide from every stallion there is. All those big stallions..." She huffed in annoyance.
"So your father is an Elite?" She said with disdain in her voice. Marianela twisted her head to turn and nibbled at her shoulder, trying to come up with an idea... Perhaps she could get him to run with her, get him to do something. "What do YOU do for fun? Do you get pushed around by your father? He is an elite overall. Elites are stupid." She said sharply.
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Post by ShinjuTsukuda on Jun 19, 2015 0:15:02 GMT -5
"B-but my name is Lars...do you have to call me t-that Marianela?" the colt plea as she contemplated calling him Blanky or Snowball as his cheek flushed beet red. The filly answered him that she would run until she couldn't feel her legs. Run? he enjoy running as well mostly due to his father making him have much more endurance then his peers. "I enjoy running if you like to run for fun?" he suggested, well more like he asked the filly.
"Yes, my father is an Elite. I know most don't like Elite since they are mean..." he said with sorrow in his voice his eyes looking down at the ground.
"Well I like to play with Tamera the older filly, she the only one that plays with me occasio-what h-he just like to see his son strong is all." The colt protested trying to defend his father from her remarks about how elites are stupid. Its true that he gets pushed around by his father. The poor boy is so afraid of his violent father, but it not like he could run up to any horses and they would protect him. His mother was just the same, she only cared for him when it was necessary other then that she would be busy with other colt and fillies or with other business.
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