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Post by leavingneverland on Oct 24, 2014 2:42:05 GMT -5
Charlie shook out his mane as he emerged from a cluster of trees with irritatingly low hanging branches. The trees didn't like him apparently; they'd done everything they could to scratch at him and snag his wavy black hair. They'd yanked at him, tangled themselves in him, and left bits of them behind. Actually, now that he was thinking about it, perhaps they had liked him a little bit too much. He shuddered at the thought of some ancient tree spirit, carved with more lines than an onion skin, clutching him to her bosom and proclaiming her undying love for Charlie the eternally tasty. Nope. He did not like that.
He rubbed his head against the grass, trying to drag out the last bits of twigs and leaves that clung to him, feeling ever so much dirtier than he had a moment before. He really had to stop letting his imagination run away with him. After all, there was probably no such thing as tree spirits. And hey, if there were, maybe they were beautiful! Maybe they glowed, had long manes twisted into thick cord-like braids and tails as that felt like clouds as they teased themselves across your chest. Maybe they had big brown eyes that batted up at you, constantly smiling, and little laughs that skipped around like the sweet chirping of birds. And what if they could read minds?
He felt himself blush as he shook his head. No. No! There was no such thing as a beautiful tree spirit! Or a wrinkly one! There were only trees! All the same, he couldn't help thinking how if a tree spirit could read minds, she'd probably want to kill him right now. After all her'd thought about her, he'd probably plucked her flower or whatever. That was thing right? You weren't supposed to pick spirit flowers? Or was it fruits? Or maybe that wasn't a thing. All the same, if Charlie was a beautiful celestial mind-reading being , he'd want to kill him right now. Maybe not for over sexualising her, (he laughed nervously at the silliness of the word 'bosom') but certainly for over thinking things. He'd smash his hoof into his own face at the very least. Or maybe for laughing at her bosoms. That probably wasn't nice.
Charlie whipped round as a rustling of leaves exploded through his thoughts, his heart pounding at three times the doctor's recommended rate. "I'm not doing anything!" he announced loudly, taking generous leap out of range of any angry tree spirits. "Your bosoms are lovely!"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2014 9:45:23 GMT -5
With the fresh scent of blooming flowers on the air, and the late spring sun beating down heavily, Bishop was, in a word, content. He didn't even care that his dark hide soaked up sunshine like nobody's business, with a strong gusts of wind that swept through the trees, it wasn't even an inconvenience. It was just nice. Spring was nice. Bishop loved spring. He breathed deep of the fresh, clean air, his tail flicking to and fro as he wove his way around the trees. He could see the clearing up ahead, and that meant luscious spring grasses to sate his grumbling belly! Oh, grass. Sweet, plentiful spring grass! The big stallion picked up a rather sprightly trot, his tangled mane bouncing with his enthusiastic gait. So close! Nearly there!
Bishop stepped through the treeline and into the light again, only to be promptly told he had... lovely bosoms?
His ears swiveled in confusion, and he glanced down at his own chest as best he could, observing the muscular curve of it. He guessed it was... pretty big? Did that make it lovely? He'd never gotten a compliment like that before. The big stallion's head swiveled up to look at the other horse- another stallion, though smaller than him- one ear cocked, the other perked toward him. Especially not from another stallion... not that Bishop ever elected to judge who chose what sex to partner with. He wasn't judgmental!
Realizing that there was silence standing between them, he snapped to attention, looking rather confused, but trying to look... thankful.
"Um... thank you?"
(Rofl this is hilarious)
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Post by leavingneverland on Nov 7, 2014 1:00:25 GMT -5
Charlie stopped, his wide eyes fixed on the hulking form before him. Clearly, Charlie had just made a monstrous mistake. This was no tree nymph. And more importantly, this was female anything. The figure standing before him, the one of which Charlie had just accused of having angelic bosoms, was one hundred per cent male. So, the way he saw it, he had one of two options at this point. One: play it cool and nonchalant. Roll with it, and risk the eventual exposure of massive feathery hooves to the face. Two: grovel in submission. Charlie wasn't very good at grovelling (mostly because he was too smily to be taken seriously. Others tended to think he was being an insincere prat, which really wasn't the case at all). It was a tough choice, but Charlie made a spur of the moment decision. Whether it was the right one remains to be seen.
Charlie grinned widely, though it came out sort of wobbly and nervous as he formulated a way out of stupidity (not to mention a way out of pain; he figured adding 'nice caboose!' to the mix wouldn't help his chances of getting away unscathed. That may have been bordering on sexual harassment.) "You're... erm... welcome..." Charlie stammered. Usually he had too many words, all fighting to pour out of his mouth. Why was it that the one time he really needed them, words escaped him? "I ah... are those real? Haven't had any work on them or anything? Cuz damn girl, you fine..." he stammered, before kicking himself mentally in the teeth. NO CHARLIE! NO 'Damn girl you fine' was one of his dad's cheesy lines. He had vowed to himself never to use it. Especially not on another man. This meeting was going from awkward to creepy real quickly. He had to figure out how to save it!
"I don't usually compliment strangers on their breast. See, there was this wood nymph, and then there wasn't really a wood nymph but also, yeah, she was there, and then long story there were tree boobs and they were gonna kill me," Charlie told him, running through the events of his overactive imagination. "It's been a weird morning."
(( MUCH better than the traditional grazing in a valley! lol! ))
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2014 13:21:11 GMT -5
Once again, a tense silence formed between the two male horses, one that made Bishop shift uncomfortably. What was he supposed to say?! Thankfully the other male picked up conversation again... but it kind of went off on a tangent that Bishop hadn't really expected. He cleared his throat and glanced around, glad that his ears were dark in color because they would certainly be flushed with embarrassment if they weren't. He could honestly say this was the very first time he'd been hit on by another stallion. Actually it was probably the first time he'd <i>ever</i> been hit on, really. He didn't think he liked it very much, but in the interest of politeness he forced some words out.
They were probably not the <i>right</i> words...
"No, I... er... I was... born with them." Oh lord, what was he saying. Was this stallion really coming onto him? Bishop seriously hoped that this was not permission for more outlandish flirtation because he wasn't quite sure how to handle the rest of it! He was already horribly embarrassed...
His ears turned forward in interest when the sooty male continued, and he uttered a massive sigh of relief before he could help himself. A case of mistaken identity! Thank whatever deity was looking over them. He didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings but he definitely did not prefer romantic male company! Bishop cleared his throat quickly and offered the other stallion a sheepish sort of smile in return, nodding his head sympathetically. A weird morning about covered it.
"Oh good. I definitely don't have the figure of a wood nymph." He chuckled softly, hoping that with <i>that</i> part out of the way they could actually take some steps toward getting acquainted! Not that he didn't appreciate compliments, just... never mind. "Anyway, I'm Bishop." He offered forth, trying to perk up and sound friendly- neither of which were very hard for the young stallion. "Weird morning aside, it's nice to meet you."
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Post by leavingneverland on Nov 9, 2014 12:44:57 GMT -5
"That's okay, me neither," Charlie told him with a what he hoped was an inviting grin... rather than a creepy stalker-ish one. It was a thin line to cross at times. "We can't all be voluptuous masterpieces with come-hither eyes."
Charlie let the name roll around on his tongue for a few moments as he tested it. "Bishop? Bishop... I like that. That's pretty cool! Much better than Charlie, anyway. How do you do, Bishop? Wanna go hunt down some bunnies and pretend they're fire-breathing mountain lions?" His grin spread like butter across his mouth, melting upwards into an infectious smile. "I'd go for the real thing, but I think there's a shortage right now, because I haven't seen one in like... ever. Can't complain though. Less chance of getting eaten when your arch nemesis is a bunny. Unless, of course, you have something better to do today? Cuz I sure as hell don't. Hey! Wanna see who can climb higher up that tree?" he asked, practically yelping the last words out as they smashed into him; yet another ingenious idea striking his brain like a bolt of lightning.
He stopped for a moment to take in the tall, dark stallion in a way he hadn't been able to the moment before, when he was running on shame and nymph induced delusions. "I've never seen you before," he stated matter-of-factly. "I never not see anyone before. I never... haven't seen.... Anyway, I know everyone. How come we've never met? You're not from Olde, are you?" he asked skeptically, his brow furrowing slightly. "Not that it matters. Probably better, actually. My reputation tends to precede me. Hey!! You wanna go hunt down some bunnies and pretend they're fire-breathing mountain lions?! Whoa -- deja vu," he spat out, the excitement of meeting someone new pounding even more word-vomit into his mouth than the previous nerves. This tended to be the part where people decided they liked him -- or kicked him in the face.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2014 14:19:49 GMT -5
Bishop chuckled, ducking his head in thanks gently at the compliment. He rather liked his name. He supposed he could have had a pretty awful name, but Bishop seemed to suit him just fine! His ears perked slightly, and he shook his head. "I like Charlie! I think that's a good name." Bishop assured his companion, offering a smile in return. He wasn't creeped out in the slightest. It'd been a <i>little</i> weird to start with, but after they got over that hump, things were fine!
Bishop opened his mouth to respond to the invitation for hunting, but Charlie went on. Eventually Bishop regarded the tree he'd indicated with apprehension. "I, ah... I dunno how good I am for climbing trees. Flattening trees might be a better skillset for me." He chuckled again. "And I'm a Loner." He added on, giving the sooty stallion a smile again. "I've been all over, but not frequently. This place is still new to me, though, so I haven't met a lot of others yet." Bishop flicked his tail happily, turning to look at the open plains. Surely they would be dotted all over with rabbit dens, but he didn't want to kill any of them!
"We won't stomp on them, will we?"
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Post by leavingneverland on Nov 15, 2014 1:39:07 GMT -5
Charlie grinned, a devilish little smile that said they were sharing a secret. He wasn't all that great at tree climbing either. "That's okay! I'm kind of an equine tree climbing pioneer myself. What I do is I run at them and jump... and see what happens. Hurts a little, but it's something to do, you know? It's getting down that's the hard part. And painful. You know what, that was a bad idea. Let's not do that," he concluded, wincing at the remembered pain of falling flat on his back in the grass.
His ears perked forward when Bishop mentioned he was a loner, and Charlie watched him with renewed curiosity. "Wow," he said with nothing short of wide-eyed-wonder. "You must've gone like -- like everywhere! I've never been off the island -- no, that's not true. There was this one time with a land bridge and then some big ugly bachelors, but that was like ten seconds, so I dunno if it counts. What's it like?"
Charlie made a face at the idea of bunny guck smeared all over his hooves. "Ew. No. Also awww, no. We're not killing rabbits, just fighting off evil beasts hell bent on world domination. Which pretty much entails yelling at them and charging whenever one pops up out of it's hole. Then we chase it for a while... it's not ingenious, but it's fun! And no bunnies are harmed in the process," he assured the bigger stallion as he glanced over his shoulder to where the rabbit warrens rested, tucked up under sprawling trees and scattered around large, rolling fields. "Course, it sometimes takes a while for them to show up, but hey! What have I got but time."
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