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Post by dreamer12423 on Jul 14, 2015 20:14:22 GMT -5
Time: Before the War
Brief Plot Summary
Dancer goes to the Silver Wood to escape the herd and for some peace and quite. Alabaster and Angelia soon come across the mare sitting in peace by the river. Somehow they came up with the idea to do a 'make-over' with the grumpy dunskin mare. The subject quickly turns over to her long mane, easily moving to her forelock. They discuss how it would be cuter shorter, and nearly lose their heads when Dancer loses her self-control for her herd members...
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Dancer
Alabaster
Angelia
Dancer looked down to the river running through the Silver Woods. Her long mane dragging down the river with the current. She sighed and closed her eyes, thinking of every time her father had taken her here. Time didn't seem to exist in the Silver Wood, the dunskin mare could walk in at dawn and do hardly anything, and it would be dusk when she left. It was magical how time passed in the Wood, it seemed to just disappear altogether at times.
Dancer came to Silver Wood so often, it was more of a home than the others in the herd. She had been with the herd for as long as she could remember, but there was a strange distance that she couldn't walk through. It felt like she didn't belong here, that things would be easier if she just upped and left. Coming to the Silver Wood had helped the troubled mare calm her thoughts and think of everything her father and aunt had taught her. Stay strong and let no one break your pride, no matter what was done to you. It was a lesson that had ingrained itself into the mind of the dunskin mare. One of the last lessons her father had taught her. She sighed and looked up to the sky between the canopy of leave above her head.
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Post by corruptpudding on Jul 14, 2015 23:44:08 GMT -5
A placid smile rested upon Alabaster's maw as he strode delicately down a deer path in the silver woods, Angelia at his side. "You see?" he nickered with a content flick of his ears as he motioned with a dainty nob of his head toward the beautiful silver-blue forest surrounding them. "Much better than a cave. We can still have adventures without the dark and murky side effects." he explained. "Though I could certainly do without these brambles." he said with a faint snort, side stepping a prickly rose bush. "Now, if only-" his words were cut short as a great big owl came swooping down from the cannopy and whizzing by Alabaster's pretty little ears in persuit of something small russling in the nearby shrubbery. It was afternoon, not an uncommon time for some owls to hunt for a meal and with the trees growing so close together in this part of the wood they blocked out most of the harsh sunlight and the bluish tint streaming through the gaps in the leaves must have been bearable for the sensitive eyes of the predatory bird.
Alabaster shrieked in surprise and shied around wildly, losing balance and stumbling ungracefully through a barracade of silvery pine boughs and coming to a jerky halt upon a riverbank.
"Angelia!?" he called, confused and still blundering from his haphazard encounter with the owl.
Instead of Angelia, however, he spotted a somewhat familiar mare wading through the cool water. "Dancer, is that you?" he piped up, craning his neck for a better look. "Oh I guess so...for a moment there I thought you'd been swallowed up by some furry creature! I can hardly see you through all that mane!"
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Post by faiiensilver on Jul 15, 2015 2:06:41 GMT -5
Angelia kept her eyes on the ground, stepping purposely on any leaves they came across. Her ear flicked in disbelief at Alabaster's words, "But we know everything that's in here. Caves can hold interesting treasures." She said dramatically, shoving his shoulder gently. He would have to get over this cave thing. They weren't that bad after all. She smirked at his bramble comment. "I guess you'll have to deal with them, since you'd much rather stay out here." The mare stepped in the opposite direction around the thorny bush. Her attention snapped back to Alabaster when an owl hurtled past his ears. She ducked away from the bird of prey, squeezing her eyes together, waiting for the bird to come after her. But it never did. Instead shrieks reached her ears. Her head shooting up, she watched in horror as spooked Alabaster stumbled through pine boughs. Racing to the branches, she pushed herself through the pointy pine limbs.
Relief washed over her once she saw he was ok. "Right here-" Angelia's words cut short when the adviser noticed another mare. Her tail flicked in annoyance. Of course Alabaster could talk to any mare he wanted, but he was suppose to be talking to her, not this dunskin mare. She walked up beside him, plastering on a small fake smile.
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Post by dreamer12423 on Jul 15, 2015 16:56:28 GMT -5
Dancer looked up to the white stallion. "Oh! Hello, Alabaster," she said, a little startled to see the adviser here. She went up to the river bank and shook out her coat. "I never would have guessed to find you here," she said with a small smile. She looked over to the small mare beside him, her blue eye fixed on her. "And who is this? I don't believe I've seen her before, but that's not saying too much," she said. The dunskin mare looked back up to the canopy of leaves to see the owl fly over them, a smile made it's way to her face as she watched the leaves, her long mane nearly brushing the ground. She looked back to the two horses. "So, what brings the two of you to the Silver Wood?" She asked, trying to break up the uneasiness she could feel from the champagne mare. She obviously wanted alone time with the white adviser, though, Dancer couldn't guess why.
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Post by corruptpudding on Jul 15, 2015 18:01:49 GMT -5
Alabaster glanced quickly at Angelia, relieved to see he hadn't lost her, then looked again to the dunskin mare. "Oh, we were adventuring." he said in reply, completely oblivious to any building tension between the two followers. "I'm not terribly fond of caves so I suggested we come here instead. It's such a lovely place after all, never gets old!"
He tilted his head alongside Dancer to watch with unease as the owl from earlier flew overhead, a safe distance from Alabaster's ears this time.
While he spoke, however, he kept finding his gaze wandering toward Dancer's thick, shaggy forelock. At long last, he couldn't stand it any longer, it was driving him crazy. "Um...Dancer my friend, when was the last time you had a haircut?" he wondered if she could see him through all that mane.
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Post by faiiensilver on Jul 15, 2015 18:35:17 GMT -5
Angelia let out a puff of air through her nose, "I don't think 'adventuring' is the right word to use in this situation." She mumbled, giving him a small smile. Her head turned when she asked for her name. "I'm Angelia." The mare muttered, her smile falling off her lips a smidge. She shouldn't feel threatened by this mare, she seemed uninterested in Alabaster after all. He didn't belong to her, she didn't have any control over who be lik- talked to.
She noticed unease flick between the adviser's eyes, glaring up she saw the two horses were looking at an owl, "Don't worry, I'll protect you from the big scary owl." Angelia teased, smirking at her own joke.
Suddenly Alabaster brought up Dancer's mane. Holding back a snicker, She looked at mare, then raised an eyebrow. Her mane was quite unruly, part of the reason she pinned up her own hair. And plus it was nice to be able to see.
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Post by dreamer12423 on Jul 15, 2015 18:48:34 GMT -5
"Adventuring..." Dancer said quietly. "Sounds like you've had some fun," she said with a smile. "Alabaster, caves are fun to go through. They're so dark you get swallowed up in it..." She trailed off as she thought of the excitement of wandering through a cave, along with her bad encounters with animals that had made their home their.
She snapped out of her daydreaming when Alabaster asked when the last time she had a haircut. "Um... The last haircut I had?" She thought for a moment. "Just after my father died, I cut it all off. I haven't cut it since," she said. She looked at him with her exposed eye intently. "Why do you ask?" The dunskin mare narrowed her blue eye a little bit.
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Post by corruptpudding on Jul 15, 2015 23:50:41 GMT -5
This was a most displeasing, however very much expected, answer. His warm brown eyes tinted with worry he moved his head closer to Angelia and whispered in her ear despite Dancer's nearness. "She desperately needs our help, her mane is a disaster! Go and find something sharp while I convince her this is for the best." he urged. If there was one thing that bothered him more than dirt, it was a bad hair day, and this mare was in obvious need of their attention. One's mane, Alabaster had discovered in his long years of fashionable sense, was the key to success. It could make or break your life. The entirety of your social status revolved, obvoisly, around how good your hair looked and little else. And it was the sole reason he had so many friends.
He sighed inwardly. His generous nature was both a blessing and a curse, he just couldn't help but butt his velvety grey nose into other people's business, of course, it was always for the best, they just didn't understand how drab their life was until he improved it.
"Dancer," he nickered, trying the incidously calm approuch. "I believe we can help you with this..." his gaze again wandered to the ungracious ragamuffin that was the mare's forelock. "Mess." he said at last, ever the delicately speaking aristocrat. "I mean really, how many years ago was that? A bagillian or something? Now I'm not suggesting something as extreme as chopping the whole thing off, that would serve absolutely no stylistic purposes unless you were heading for a militristic look, but for you I think we need to try something more feminine. Yes, but still strong. Have you seen that little mare Oona? She has a fine mane cut, yes I like that one, why don't we go for that but layered? It will get all that mane out of your eyes for once and I'm sure it will be easier for you to make eye contact with your piers, in fact I'm sure the right stallion is just waiting for you out in the herd somewhere but you haven't been able to see him this whole time! Have no fear, together Angelia and I will free you of this fretfully tangled burden and visual impairment and you will see the world anew!!!" he announced and at long last stopping for a breath. He wanted to both convince the dunskin to go with it as well as give Angelia time to find him something sharp.
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Post by faiiensilver on Jul 16, 2015 17:51:57 GMT -5
Angelia stares past Dancer as the adviser whispered in her ear, "How generous you are." She mumbled, smirking as she turned away from the two horses. Walking rapidly, she attempted to look for anything that could cut a ratty mane. What the hell could cut that mane?! Pine cones were pointy, but they'd get stuck. Perhaps a sharp rock? That'd be awfully hard to find though. She had to find something quickly, Alabaster could defiantly say something to offend the mare. She flicked her ear in unease, don't say something stupid.
A glint of light hit her face suddenly. Squinting her eyes, she tried to make out what was reflecting the light. It seems a shard of glass was the cause of the light. Oo, that'd work! Gingerly grabbing the shard, she quickly walked back towards the stream. Hopefully Dancer hadn't killed him or something, that'd be extremely bad, and then there'd be two horses dead. She arrived back at the stream at the end of Alabaster's speech. "I found a glass shard, someone must've broke something, I think it'll work." Angelia mumbled, trying not to cut her mouth.
The adviser was lucky she was here. Sometimes you just needed lady's touch.
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Post by dreamer12423 on Jul 18, 2015 20:49:38 GMT -5
Dancer watched Angelia go. "Alabaster, you will not be doing anything to my mane. It is the way I wish it to be, and it will be staying," she said, looking to the white stallion. Her eye flicked back to Angelia as she came back with the shard. She took a step beck with a snort. "That will not be touching my mane." She looked between Angelia and Alabaster. "My mane is just fine, and why would you bring the subject to me finding the perfect stallion? That's just ridiculous! I hardly know more than ten other horses in the herd, and you think I can find a stallion for me? No way, Al!" She looked to the adviser with wide eyes. "And my mane is not a mess. It's just like my father's and my aunt's, long and messy." She took another step back, nearly hitting a tree.
Her eye flicked to the tree for a second, then back to the two horses in front of her. "And why would I want to show off my face anyways? I'm fine just the way I am. I see just fine." Wow, lying between my teeth. I can't see! How does- Oh yeah, only a few horses know that... She shook out her mane, her forelock parting ever so slightly. "No one is touching my mane, especially you, Alabaster. I'm sorry, but I just couldn't deal with it, my mane is the only thing I have left of my father, besides everything he has taught me."
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Post by corruptpudding on Jul 18, 2015 22:31:22 GMT -5
A few "Tsk's" of pity escaped Alabaster's purses lips as he slowly approached the retreating mare while she was plaguing him with silly retorical questions and frivolous points she seemed to think were working in her favor. "Dancer, Dancer," he said with a hint of amusement, shaking his head in a near condescending manner. "Believe me, this is for the best and you won't regret it, much the contrary in fact, you'll be thanking me on your knees. Just you wait, this is going to change your life for the better!"
His faint smile tickled around the edges of his lips and broaden into a grin as she stumbled over her words. First she said Her mane wasn't a mess, then that it was as messy as her relatives. Then something about it being all she had left Of her long dead father, but hadn't she said she cut it all off when he died? She was just nervous was all and must be groping for excuses. Either way, it was HER mane, not her father's and the dead shouldn't have any say over the living. If she needed a haircut, then she needed a haircut, why would her deceased dad disagree? "Surely your father wouldn't want you stumbling around with that ratty nest of hair on your head? He would want you to take care of yourself dear, now just hold still."
He turned his head to reach for the glass Angelia held, but paused for a moment. "And as soon as we're done here we'll find you a date for the evening. My friend Angelia and I will accompany you, yes! We can make it a double date! You really need to get yourself out there dear! We'll help you with that too." He was nearly giddy with excitment! How he loved to meddle...err...control...No that wasn't right either...help, yes help was good.
How he loved to help others make thier choices...by choosing for them.
He turned his head once again and considered the glass in Angelia's mouth. "Hmm...never mind, why don't you cut? You did excellent last time, very steady. I'll survey and work away little details." he nickered.
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Post by faiiensilver on Jul 19, 2015 23:07:49 GMT -5
Her eyes widened as Dancer moved away, but the adviser was persistent. "Alabaster." she nickered softly, placing the shard by the river. He was surely scaring the poor mare. She wasn't a threat, so she'd help the poor sap. Now if she had been flirting with him, that'd be a different story. "You're scaring her, now back up." She demanded, stepping in front of him. Taking a few steps towards the mare, she studied her. Dancer was obviously not a timid, non-adventurous mare. This long mess would have go, it was giving off the wrong impression. "You like to go out and explore, yes? That long mane and tail are going to have to go. It'd be much easier to cut some of it off, or tie it up." For her, her mother had always told her that her tail should be long. 'All respectable mares have their tails long' or something like that. She kept her tail long out of respect for her mother, but this wasn't the case for Dancer.
"Now there's a stallion out there for every mare." Angelia mumbled, offering her a small smile. "Some are just too Fairying blind to see it." Snorting she looked at the sky. The sun was high in the sky, there'd be enough time to mess around with Dancer's hair. "I'm sure I could hook you up with some Defender Mage or knight." She said, turning her attention back towards Dancer.
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Post by dreamer12423 on Jul 20, 2015 17:59:53 GMT -5
Dancer snorted. She straightened up. "No one will be touching my mane, and that is final," she said, slamming a hoof down. "I don't care if you set me up for a date, do as you please in the department, but you will not be touching my mane. I like it just the way it is, there is nothing wrong about." The dunskin mare took a step towards the two smaller Arabians. An angry light was in her pale eye as she looked down on the two horses. She looked over the two of them, and then to the glass shard.
"I will adventure with my mane as I please, it has saved my butt a few times," Dancer said, trying to keep from snarling at the two of them. She didn't care the Alabaster was an adviser, all she knew was that the two Arabians were trying to cut her forelock and mane. There was no way she was going to let them. She snorted and looked for a way to get away from the two short Arabians and be in peace once more, but it looked like the only way was through the river, and that would be much too obvious as she would leave wet trail behind her. She looked back at the two of them, trying not to glare at them too badly.
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Post by corruptpudding on Jul 26, 2015 16:14:12 GMT -5
(I'm sorry I took so long I've been really busy)
And that's when things took a turn for the worst. Dancer was practically spitting venom at him, but that was hardly unmanageable, he'd dealt with plenty of reluctant horses, in fact most of his subjects were to some degree resistant, what really bothered him was Angelia's lack of suport. He couldn't handle this if his own assistant was rebelling. "Now wait a minute!" he huffed indignantly, his words desperately trying to gain back control of the situation. " If we don't do it who will? A long mane can be pretty of course, but I'm telling you it just doesn't suit you, you don't have the right type of hair for it, it's to messy." he paused for a moment, biting his lip uncertaintly, he really hadn't wanted it to come to this but it looked like he didn't have a choice. "How about a compromise then? We'll tie it back or part it out of your face." he offered. "No cutting required." he nickered with a forced smile. He would rather have cut it of it so she wouldn't be tempted to let it loose ever again.
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Post by faiiensilver on Jul 28, 2015 0:47:01 GMT -5
Angelia scrambled back over to Alabaster as Dancer spoke furiously at them. "There's no need for yelling..." She squeaked, basically hiding behind the adviser. She wasn't one to be yelled at, unless she was in a bad mood, then it was would be hell.
Maybe it would be better just to let Alabaser handle this. He had been doing this much longer than her. She would just watch on the sidelines, then she be more of an assistant once she got the hang of it, "You can handle her." She mumbled to the snowy Arabian, ducking behind his legs.
It dawned to her that she was acting like a foal... But she was fine right here, Dancer wasn't going to get her from behind Alabaster's legs, "Yes, a compromise." Angelia agreed, nodding. "But she can't take my hairstyle." she huffed, Odette had already taken it. She didn't need another mare in the herd taking it. Not that she owned it, but she would much rather not have the same mane as someone else.
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