wicked men tell wicked lies

[Aderalle]

wicked men tell wicked lies

begin.

Aderalle grunted back at her, angered and flustered by her stupidity as much as his own. This was his home, and she had come into it seemingly only to taunt and insult. He had lost his patience with her. Aderalle was fed up. Her demeaning comment was ignored, his hooves dug into the dirt as she pushed past, determined not to be overcome by her indignant actions. A snort escaped him, teeth bared to bite at her side - but it was only a bluff.

Reluctantly, he too followed the trail of grass, straying off a bit here and there to minimize the shame of being led through his own home by a mare that was not only foreign, but an opposition to him. He would not let her win this. He could not. This was his home. His. And he cared not if she ever found her way out, only that she never came back. Even through his anger, he knew the thoughts his mind fed him were all lies. Addy would not admit this, however. He could not stand the thought that even his anger was half-assed, along with everything else he had ever done.

As her gaze peered back at him, he grunted. What did she want? Another chance to degrade him? She could not have that. Hooves picked up some speed, failing muscles mustering strength from somewhere other than the obvious. Her words cut him swiftly. He had decided.

“And you shouldn’t travel farther than you can handle.” The words were demeaning and crude, accompanied by heavy, strained breaths as he pulled his body faster. A trot, a canter, over the log, beside her… a gallop. He pulled ahead. It was a stupid decision, but the idiot colt would not be outdone.

A pain in his chest developed and his head spun from lack of oxygen, but he kept it up. Cloven black hooves tore divots in the charming little pathway of grass that she had planted. Beast kept up the act longer than he thought himself able, but only made it about five-hundred yards ahead before he was forced to concede. He was embarrassed, but as he turned back, he had found that the trail had been lost and he could no longer see her.

That was fine with him. Aderalle huffed, trying to catch his breath. Dusk was falling. Legs were allowed to collapse painstakingly beneath him. There, he would lie.

end.

[WaT]

Snorting the mare rolled her eyes as she heard him attempt to run. Wheezy ragged breaths. She was surprised that the horse didn't keel over from pushing himself so much. Foolish males. Perhaps she had offended him, they only acted out of ignorance when their pride had been damaged. In the morning she would apologize, unless he was dead or changed her mind with his own rudeness. Taking a few more mouthfuls of grass she chewed the last bit thoughtfully and swallowed.


Wandering through trees the female finally found him. Slumped down in a heap of flesh and bone. It had taken only perhaps ten minutes to find the sickly beast. He didn't think she was going to rest by herself did he? Sighing she laid down within a few feet of him. She wasn't exactly tired but laying down was a good start. Snorting she drew a line in the soil before her. Sometimes she wished she didn't have this thing sprouting from her head. It was dreadfully annoying, having to be worn down daily.

It never seemed to stop growing even if the humans had not intended it to. She also wondered if it was a part of her genetics rather than just appearance. Surely they hadn't added this little tidbit in there. Salma already had enough to worry about, she didn't need to be bothered by the ideas of having babies. Since the only available male around was within biting distance of her and ill with who knows what. parting her lips she was going to say something about his comment but decided not to. Instead she got up and moved away from the stallion and chose to make her bed on a patch of clover. Grown herself of course. Sighing she laid her head down, keeping an eye on Aderalle. Snorting she made herself comfortable before finally closing her eyes. Why she had chosen to stay here was beyond her now. Salma knew she could have made it home if she truly had wanted to.

[Aderalle]

wicked men tell wicked lies

begin.

When she had finally caught up to him, Addy was unsure as to whether he was pleased or dismayed. He saw no reason to be either, no longer being angry with her. The run he had taken quickly stripped him of any hard feelings, having worn him to the point at which he cared not what wicked words she spat. If he only maintained himself, brute was immune to her venom. Decisions had to be made concerning her, however. The mare did not aid him in any way - she held no affection or warmth and made no offering at all in the aid of his survival. On the other hand, she did not harm him. She started no physical fight. She did not urge him on into stupidity… he alone committed that crime unto himself.

As her body sunk to the earth near his own, his head lifted, a blackened leg shifted. Gaze fell on her, he contemplated words. There was nothing to say. A soft snort came from him, but it lacked emotion. It was only a note of recognition, nothing more. Not a greeting, and the farthest thing from amends. The massive grey-green skull fell to press against the dirt once more, eyes falling half-lidded.

Her movements stirred him, eyes snapping open, the whites of them showing as they followed her. Not a single muscle twitched on him. As she lay once again, his nerves settled. Brute’s barrel of a chest heaved and collapsed, finally rolling over onto its side, legs outstretched, limp. His eyes closed reluctantly. He had only woken a few hours before, but the illness that festered in him had brought him to his knees. Aderalle hoped silently to himself that this would be over soon. His body had to act against the infection that plagued him… if only in its own due time.

A huff of breath wheezed from his lungs in anguish. His forelegs shifted slightly, never lifting from the rusty dirt, but dragging through it dejectedly. He would sleep now, and in the morning he would find the nourishment he needed. His bony ribs sunk slowly, his lungs slacked. He slept.

end.

[WaT]

Slowly stirring the damsel opened her eyes still half asleep. Grunting her head lifted and she gazed around. At what time had she moved closer to the male? Snorting she stood up and shook the early morning's dew from her pelt. Licking her lips she looked at the body of the colt. He seemed barely alive in his sleep. Was he still alive? Taking a closer look she gently touched the beast's ribcage only to startle and back up when it rose slightly. So he was still alive. Salma guessed that was good.

It didn't matter now though, she would wait for him to wake up and then be on her way. Of course she always wake him up herself but that would inconsiderate. Pawing at the soil she allowed the grass to spread within a five hundred yard radius of where they were. That should be enough. Dipping her head she pulled and chewed the newly grown grass. Still she wondered if touching him had any affect, since healing others was a lot more difficult than healing herself. She didn't know if simply touching something, even if unintentional would heal the creature. Perhaps if she had tried touching that mare she might have come back, though bringing back the dead was impossible. Unless she had been near death, though clearly she looked dead.

Tossing her head Salma snorted at the thought and continued grazing within distance of the where the male slept. The old girl did want to say good-bye after all and possibly good riddance. The morning's pests seemed alive and well though. Her snow white tail flicked and smacked at her flanks trying to drive them off. What she wouldn't give for fly repellant, but alas there was no such thing. Well she could roll around in mud but that would only trap her body heat and make running harder.

Grunting her head shot back to her hip chewing at a pesky bug that dared to stay. Taking a few steps she stretched out and pranced a few strides, trying to wake the rest of her body up. It seemed a rather long time for Aderalle to sleep. Walking over to him, she peered at his face are you awake? she said nudging under his jaw. Even with this horn sticking out of her head, she still could touch, just not as carelessly as others did. She would have said alive but that might spark another tiff between them.[/color]

[Aderalle]

wicked men tell wicked lies

begin.

It had been a hard night on his body, the cold dampness of the forest air riddled his bones. Shivers came over him in waves as his sickly body continued its death-like slumber. Any healing that could have taken place was likely hindered on an immense scale.

Her words came, the nudge, his eyes opened slightly. Why the contact did not phase him, he would never be sure of. Perhaps it was simply that Addy was not completely awake, not thinking, not caring. He was still tired. He was still sick. He was still stupid. But most of all, he was still hungry.

His head lifted slightly, gaining the momentum needed to turn the sickly heap of his torso upright. Hooves scrambled for grip on the turf beneath him, muscles pushed. The body lurched up, front half, and then back. The motion had not been nearly as difficult as he had anticipated. A laugh almost escaped him. Awake? He wished he wasn’t. He could have slept another full day away.

“Well, now I am…” The words were cordial, half chuckled. He was not in the best of conditions, but he was happy to have made it through the night. That was enough for him. Addy shook his body, both to rid himself of debris and to remove the stringy chunk of forelock from his eyes. A step forward, another. His head lowered to the ground in search of nourishment.

Now, only to get her home… even though he was in no hurry. It only occurred to him that he might want to do it quickly in order to return her without any further assault on his ego. It was his fault that he was in such poor condition, he knew that. Aderalle did not want to hear the load again.

Without lifting his head, an ear fluttered, an eye fell on her. “How’d the night treat you? We can get you on home any time you’d like.” Addy was trying his hardest to avoid saying anything that might spur up the argument from the night before. He wanted to at least create a relationship in which they could both be tolerable to the other, but was not sure if that could ever be a reality. Every word between them seemed to spark a feud. Another step, another bite of grass.

end.

[WaT]

Pulling her head back she watched him get up. A lot smoother than what she thought it would be. Yawning she shook herself getting whatever dew still clung to her fur. Salma made no remark to his friendly comment. She was really just making sure he was still alive. After all she might need him later on, in a few years...when he was well again. Not that he couldn't be well sooner but he still seemed...young to her.

Sighing she gently placed her chin against his withers but quickly pulled them back. Trying to make it seem like an accident. ummm...yes...sure I was thinking later this afternoon. she stammered then allowed the words to race pass her lips. Salma wasn't intentionally trying heal him, just jump start it and get it in motion. He might catch on to her randomly touching him though. Licking her lips the damsel gave him some room by walking off a few steps, with her back facing him.


She seemed to trust him, there wasn't much he could do to her right now in his condition anyway. He didn't seem the type to randomly attack either. Snorting she pulled a few blades and chewed them thoughtfully raising her head up. For once it was in a perhaps regal pose but soon lower as it was a bit of a strain on her muscles. Not use to posing mightier than thou and all. It wasn't her type of thing to do...intentionally at least.

Is...there anything I can do for you Aderalle? she said softly. Turning her head back to him the animal's body followed. She wasn't trying to be forward just honestly wondered if he wanted anything of her. She could practically do almost anything. The damsel wasn't that far off, that she could just walk up and rest her chin along his spine. Which she did for a few short seconds, before removing herself. She was trying to be friendly but perhaps a little too friendly. The girl didn't want to put herself in a situation that would confuse the boy.

Although her whole behavior could be confusing. Not that she cared too much. She was a girl and could change her mind if she wanted to. Besides she had met crazier females in her life so she considered herself normal...or close to it.

[/color]

[Aderalle]

wicked men tell wicked lies

begin.

Alive, he was… But that meant little. Usefulness was another story. The last words anyone would use to describe Addy were along the lines of “a real go-getter” and “asset.” Then again, he was still very young and inexperienced. He had never had a land or a mare and had never, before yesterday, had a chance at either. Not that he had intentions for this mare, but if he had been a more forceful beast it would have been strongly considered. It seemed to him logical that every brute keep a pretty little whip such as her around. Even if she was useless, at least she wasn’t ugly. Addy felt his father’s ideas creep over his own. It worried him, not for the ethics of it, but for the fact that it was something his little-loved father would do.

Her touch shocked him, causing his head to jerk back slightly and a quick breath to be pulled in. He said nothing of it, but felt strangely. A pleasant although embarrassed warmth washed over him. Her words only concerned him more. He felt giddy and awkward, like something was wrong, like she was playing with him, trying to work him over for some reason that he was as of yet unaware.

“Alright, then…” he spoke slowly, softly, watching her walk away. Whatever game this was, he was hardly concerned with figuring it out. It was too much work. Or, at least that was what he told himself. In reality, curiosity was the bane to the solution.

The question tossed in his direction was quite the shocker to him. After all those harsh words and stupid gallivanting through nearly uncharted forest, she wanted to know if she could help him? How about not teasing him? That would be nice. In reality, it did not bother him that much anyway. He had never not been teased. He was the scraggly, unwanted son in a herd dotted with rising overachievers and skilled talkers with muscles as big as their skulls were thick. Who cared if she disliked him?

He did.

“I… don’t think so.” He said it honestly. He needed nothing but the basics. With no one to care for but himself, life was simple. Even then, however, he had obviously pared his needs down to levels beyond miniscule. Her touch shocked him less this time, but his head did turn to look at her momentarily, innocently, curious. He said nothing of it.

“Thank you, though.” Soft words came a few moments after her touch had been lifted.

end.

[WaT]

She remained silent as the girl wasn't going to suggest how she could help him. Why not clearing part of this gloomy forest and letting the sun in for a change? Sighing Sal wondered why she hadn't thought about it before. Oh well, no harm done in not doing it. He seemed to like this place as it was. For how she would stop touching him, he seemed to be curious as to why she was anyway. Nodding a bit she then lowered her massive but yet seemingly delicate body on ground. perhaps I could stay until you are well? she asked quietly. She wasn't trying to poke fun at him, but it always seemed better to have company. Even what little interaction they had was refreshing for her and assumed he didn't mind it either. Snorting softly the damsel laid on her side and rolled over a few times before getting up again. For now she wasn't hungry and was growing bored again. Not that he was boring but there didn't seem to be anything to do. Maybe she could carve a cave out of something or some other shelter could be made.

Snorting she tossed her head and walked away a few yards to rub the tip of the troublesome horn against a tree. She really should just file it down to nothing and let it grow out again. She had done that once but it bled horribly and was rather painful. So she filed it a bit, she didn't need a flat tip again. So little scrapings here and there sufficed. Smacking her mouth she hated how dry her mouth was. I'm..I'm going to look for water.[/color] she stated walking off in a random direction.

He could come with of course but she had an idea of where it might be. From those falls up the mountain, there had to be a creek around here somewhere. Tossing a piece of forelock out of her vision the female continued on her search. Stopping here and there to mark the trail with vines and moss.



[/color]

[Aderalle]

wicked men tell wicked lies

begin.

He continued to graze quietly, paying little attention to her for there was no reason to, no words spoken even when she offered up a suggestion. Stay? Why would she want to do that? There was no benefit for her here. He thought for a moment that perhaps she felt pity for the slab of lean, gristly meat that he was. Or, perhaps that her whole act was a sham. Maybe she had no home in reality? Maybe she needed one but was too haughty to ask… here to poke and prod until he offered it to her so that she could accept in an arrogant, holier-than-thou manner. In any form, the situation was not of much matter to him. She could live where she pleased.

Reluctantly, thoughtfully, words came. “You are welcome to, my home holds enough to suffice.” Brute continued to graze as she tossed herself, stood up. He watched her out of one eye, but only so. The words he spoke were truthful - there really was more than enough for each of them to survive a hundred times over. Why, he could even have a herd of 50 and survive with nary a worry… it was just a matter of locating the most important of resources and arranging a type of home base at the center of them all.

She excused herself. He continued to graze. As of now, Addy was the farthest from thirsty, only feeling an urge to gorge himself on as much grass as possible to aid his health. He hoped that she would return having found such water, and might possibly tell him where it was. He was not sure whether Salma would do that or not. She could be unpredictable, it seemed.

“Alright…” he called, “I’ll be along shortly.” Aderalle continued to graze.

When fifteen minutes or so had passed, his head lifted and he gazed in the direction of which he left. Eyes followed her whimsical path down as far as they could see. She was not there. Either she had found something and was reveling in it, or she was still searching, not bothering to consider a return. Neither was bad.

His body moved down the path.

end.

[WaT]

The goddess had grown tired of wandering around in another male's territory searching for water. Salma had a rough idea of where it was. About three hundred feet below the surface. Sure there was a lake nearby if anyone call ten miles nearby and it was in another section of woods.

The creek had long dried up. Pawing at the dry sand and dirt the foot dug a small hole and tried pulling the water up through it. Even with her powers it seemed difficult as it was stubborn, but finally the hole filled up and the female dipped her lips into it. Drinking her fill, limbs shuffled back a bit before finally creating a small depression. Sources of water always seemed to be the hardest. Since they could easily empty themselves.

This one though seemed to be a spring as it filled without anymore involvement of her own. Snorting she looked behind her to see the brute wasn't behind her. Trying to mask her work various foliage grew around the newly created pond. How was that going to cover it up though, if anything it made it more conspicuous. Hmmm.

Turning back on the trail she moved swiftly to try and find Aderalle. Looking off to the side for a second to make sure something was following her the mare then raised her head up. Sliding to a stop she shook herself and stood up.

She had almost ran into the beast. Snorting she turned back around. I found something she said softly. She wasn't going to berate him on how he should watch where he was going as she wasn't paying attention either. Nibbling at her shoulder she waited for him to join her.


^{ooc; i am lost for muse.. >.<}

[Aderalle]

wicked men tell wicked lies

begin.

His journey down the path had not been swift, but neither was it lazy. An invigorated walk, interspersed with a momentary spattering of trotting here and there, as his body, in slightly better condition, reveled in its own glory. Slowly, he was becoming more sure of himself in this maze of an environment. It had become easier to pick out the differences in the trees, but only now that he was calm enough to see them. A broken branch. A particularly mossy trunk. Fallen trees. Ditches, Rocks. Not to mention Salma’s pathways. He would not tell her, but he hoped silently to himself that they would remain there… as markers of memory and space. With the mesh of them that they had created so far, the grassy carpets had to be of some use… if only expanded or slightly rerouted. What were the chances that there was nothing in any direction that they could lead to?

Lost in thought, the mare’s near contact with his body was startling. The flighty stallion’s fore hooves lifted up into a shy, getting only inches from the ground before the reality of it all hit him and his nerves settled. His head shook, ratty mane flying. A grunt came forth from him. He said nothing of it, for there was no reason to. No crime had been committed. Everything was fine. The only thing that truly piqued his interest was the fact that she had been moving so quickly toward him. Her excitement made him curious.

As curious as Addy was, the lady spoke before he could voice any sort of wonderment. Something? That was specific. He could have been irate, but nothing in him wanted to… not even in tease. It may have been the tone of her voice, or it may have been some conglomeration of this entire experience. Or, perhaps, maybe it was just an unexpected side effect of his wish to hold the peace between them.

“And that would be… what?” the brute spoke softly, a hint of a tease in his voice. He knew it was probably water, as that was what she had set off for. Her frantic entrance made him wonder if something greater than a puddle or a trickle of a stream had been found. This place seemed no paradise of creeks and pools and grottos. Aderalle came short on imagining what could be here. There were just trees. Lots of them. It was a little saddening to him that not a single one was fruit bearing. Eventually, though, some stray seed had to fall here and create a tree that was actually useful… although the likelihood of that happening In his lifetime was low.

Chipped hooves were pulled up, he moved to follow her.

end.

OOC: My muse was pretty dead, hopefully that day off helped.

[WaT]

With him finally beside her, the animal's limbs began moving. Slowly of course there was no need to rush back. water of course she replied gently bumping herself into him. What else could she had found? A magical tree that granted wishes? Now that was ridiculous.

Snorting softly she allowed the vines and moss to grow a head of them, making the path more defined. The moss grew at the base of the trees, while the vines climbed up several feet. Their flowers blooming in a variety of colors. In her opinion it was beautiful and perhaps the best she had done in a long time.

Suddenly the mare gently nipped at the brute's shoulder and took off at a trot. Salma had thought about a game of tag but it was more fun with more players. Moving a few hundred feet she nickered and stopped. Looking back she waited, he seemed to be moving faster but she didn't want to push him; in case it was just her imagination. They were there. At the bottom of the hill there stood the pond she had made.

Not that she would tell him that though. Of course she had the grass grow around and within the trail and pond making it easier to be nearby. Walking down the slight incline the girl pranced to the source of liquid. Dipping her head the damsel quietly drank her fill. Hopefully it didn't seem to conspicuous to have a pond in the middle of a dry creek bed. Anything was possible on this island though.



^{ooc; argg. next one will be longer. I am short on muse atm.}

[Aderalle]

wicked men tell wicked lies

begin.

Her reply and her touch were accepted willingly. This time around, the contact had seemed less thought about on Salma’s part, which caused him to think about it less. More natural, more fluid, more normal. It passed from his mind in an instant.

“There was no doubt…” Words came slowly, quietly, as his eyes watched the path ahead of them flourish. The girl seemed apt at such things, constantly creating anything and everything for any multitude of reasons. Even if Aderalle could create as she did, he probably would not. It would likely slip his mind and he would rarely think to form such things. Unless, of course, he was starving. That, or another emergency that could possibly be fixed by pretty little flowers and some moss. He did not imagine that situations as such came about very often.

The nip caught him by surprise. She picked up speed, pulled ahead… left him behind. In turn, he too picked up speed, closing in on her as she stopped, nickered, looked back at his scraggly visage. When he came to her, without stopping, his muzzle met her shoulder in a nudge. Quickly, his body turned, trotting an ever slower semi-circle around her until he came to a stop. He looked out over the hillside at the pond below.

He would not ponder the strange, unfitting pond in a densely wooded, bone dry patch of land. He was too enthralled by the prospect of clear, clean water. Following her lead, Addy came down the hill to the water’s edge, and past. Forelegs inches deep in the water, his head fell and he drank greedily, but as politely as he could manage. Somehow, even when you thought you were satiated, the thought or site of food or water was always tempting.

Head lifted, water dribbled from his damp muzzle. He looked at her, a soft snort was allowed. He was happy that she had found this, that she had been so willing to wander off into the nothing of the forested land. It seemed odd to him that she was so fearless about such things, but he also knew that she had a sort of “trail of breadcrumbs” technique that was nearly faultless.

“I’m not sure how you found this so quickly… but I know it would have taken me forever.” The brute admitted this with a tone of sincerity in his voice, for he knew it was true. He knew in him that the uncertainty of wandering off alone into an unknown place would have held him back.

end.

[WaT]

The beauty was a little surprised how well he had kept up with her. It was only yesterday he struggled to even take a step. Raising her head she looked at him and then area around. She paid no attention to the water dripping from her mouth, at least the liquid was clean. Salma looked away when he had commented on how easy it had been to find. She changed the subject It's good to see you're moving better than yesterday Aderalle. Perhaps I won't be staying as long as I thought She felt mixed about this. Of course she couldn't exactly stay with him or could she? No...it would be awkward. Plus the girl wasn't sure she herself could do anything for him other than bend and use her powers.

The verdict on offspring was still out and she'd hate to have to live through that again. If only there were others like her. Sighing her lips once again touched the water momentarily before lifting. Salma wasn't exactly sure what else to do now. There was food and water, shelter was a matter of opinion. There was no law saying she couldn't visit now and then though. Unless he didn't want her randomly popping up every other week or month. Flicking her ears indecisively the mare pushed on taking herself to the patch of grass in the direction of home. Pawing at the ground she uprooted bits of the little plants and flattened them under her hoof.

I must be going then. Care to see me to the edge of the redwoods? she innocently muttered. Looking back she waited for his answer. Either way she was most likely going to leave, whether it was today was another matter. Still a light breeze weaved its way to them and the beauty shivered slightly. How she rather disliked autumn, summer or even spring were much better. They weren't as cold and bitter. Not that this place ever saw true snow but a few frosts here and there. The only real snow that seemed to fall was in the mountains or that odd cliff.

Flaring her nostrils she spent her time growing a rose bush while waiting. Of course it started out a bit sparse and thin but eventually the leaves came in and soon a few buds had bloomed. A navy purple of course. She never could quite get away from those colors that matched her own.

[Aderalle]

wicked men tell wicked lies

begin.

His actions were indeed overzealous, and the would likely come back to haunt him for his stupidity. The brute was simply reveling in the joy of feeling even slightly well after weeks upon weeks of pain and illness. Eventually, either she would make him well, or he would learn the hard way not to challenge the disease that riddled his markedly frail frame. He was not at the worst point of the cycle: it had been worse, and it could still best that. The rest, nourishment and company had simply overwhelmed his confidence. It swelled up within him.

Addy’s words fell, only to have her change the subject on him. He did not care. There had been things he was unwilling to converse with her about. Still, it grated on him a little bit. It felt disrespectful - not did it matter to him that he would have done the same thing in her situation.

The words she did offer were surprising to him, however, and the tiff he harbored against her faded. Better? Not much! Going… home…? He should have known it was coming. She talked about leaving often, but never quite made it. He was content to have her stay. Either way, though, this was his home. That fact alone made it, in his daft head, his responsibility to see her safely through it… the whole idea of which was laughable. She was in better shape than he! Her old body would pick up and take off before his could even consider it.

“I’m… I’m making it.” The words were wary, thoughtful. “But I do imagine you would like to be home. No point in keeping you away.” It took him so long to say this that she had already began her movements toward home. When she stopped to uproot the tendrils of plants, he pulled up beside her slowly, planting his black-green, chipped hooves in the tender grass alongside her own.

Her request was taken in. Was it a request? He could not tell. Sometimes she asked him to do something, but really seemed to be looking for a refusal from him. She was a strange creature. “If you will allow me to, I could be so obliged.” The words were polite and forward, in strange contrast to her mutterings. His body, too, felt the breeze, skin twitching and undulating in a rapid course of shivers. Against his lean, sickly thin body the cold was amplified. A long hard winter was just around the corner. He needed to boost his health before that hit.

end.

[WaT]

Did he seem disappointed by her leaving? Looking at the ground a hoof pawed at the soil trying to make up her mind. She didn't really have to go...and she felt it was her duty to make sure everyone was well. well...if you want me to stay I can. There's no real rush to get home.. she hated being indecisive. Still her eyes caught his for a few seconds before she turned them to something else. The horse shifted a bit, accidentally bumping into the brute. Well there was no sense in just standing around, waiting.

She still could explore this place on her own. Salma never had really before, it was too big and woody. No, she normally had just strolled through along a weathered path toward her beloved beach. Something she had worked so hard on for the last thirty years. Getting certain types of foliage to grow, when there was nothing to anchor them down. Sighing she took a few steps forward and flicked her tail against the beast's shoulder, before walking on.

Silently she made her mind up. She would stay. Unless he chose to chase her out. Not that he could really at this point in time. Licking her lips the female nibbled at her side. Trying to scratch a fly bite from earlier this morning. do...do you even want a herd? she asked turning to look at him. He wasn't in his prime but with a little work he could be something. Maybe she could help. Unless he wanted to be alone. Being alone seemed to be hard on some social creatures, including herself. Salma preferred being alone but did want some contact with others of her species.




^{ooc; blargh. my muse died Dx}

[Aderalle]

wicked men tell wicked lies

begin.

Her words surprised him, leaving him a little stunned. He had not thought that he was dropping any sort of hints or showing any remorse at her constant suggestions of departure. Perhaps he was more transparent than he had believed? He imagined it so. The beast knew that he was an open book… probably more so to her than to anyone else. She seemed to know how to push his buttons… how to play on his emotions and drag them out from his depths.

“Whatever works best for you,” he told her, quietly. “My home apparently flows into yours if I understand correctly…” He thought for a moment. Her explanation of ten miles distance between them seemed off, but he did know in him that the distance was grand. Perhaps… he should set up his home base closer to the boundary between them? So that either of the loners could maybe use the resources of the other, of course… certainly not for the preservation of the companionship of the two. Her eyes caught his. Their bodies brushed. “It could… be an advantage.”

His head lowered, he nibbled on a foreleg momentarily, the limb extended forward to aid him in the task. She moved away. By the time he had raised it once again, she had begun to speak. A… herd? That was a difficult question. He wanted one for the uses of it all; protection, responsibility, pride. At the same time, however, he feared it - for all of the same reasons. Could he even protect a mare? Let alone a… foal? Would a mare even accept him? He doubted it somehow. He had spent a long time convincing himself that those things were unattainable and therefore unwanted and unneeded. He knew it was all in a bluff against himself, however. Addy knew that he was only being the imbecile he had always been.

“Why… of course. I mean, why wouldn’t I? That’s what I’m supposed to do… isn’t it?” The words fell from a mouth unsure of itself, but he had tried to tinge them with a sense of security in himself as well as his abilities. Aderalle only wanted a herd in order to prove something to a family that would never see him again anyway. He had disowned the dream for this reason, as well as his excessive laziness.

“Don’t you?” he questioned her, softly, quietly, a foot pulled up, slowly hauling him forward. He hoped it would not insult her. He knew that she had been alone for a long time.

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[WaT]

She really wasn't quite sure what to make of this guy. It seemed he didn't care either way if she left or stayed...or at least tried to show it that way. Sal had only offered and she wouldn't have been offended if he had refused. Sighing she pawed at the soil idly. How strange it felt talking to another that looked abnormal. The last few were just normal hues and textures. She couldn't even remember what color her own mother had been.

She could only guess some blue or red. Maybe her father had been red with blue and mother purple. It didn't really matter they were both dead. Had been for a long time. Salma couldn't even remember what their voices sounded like. Snorting Aderalle's words caught her off guard. well...I...I..I suppose so. she stammered and blurted out a bit. The girl had never really been in a herd or true herd before. Just the few that were in the round pen with her. That was also so long ago.

Wait. Was he asking her to be in his? Maybe she had caught him off on the subject at hand. Giving her mane a toss the damsel's limbs continued carrying her on. She really wasn't sure what to say at this point. Home wasn't that far off. Maybe not ten miles but it sure felt like it sometimes. Licking her lips she caught a few stems and idly chewed them.

I'm not exactly the best choice to have....if that's what you're thinking... she said quietly. Snorting she nipped at her shoulder. Damn these bugs. Maybe this was why she preferred the beach? Less bugs there or at least there was water to drive them away for awhile. I mean....I'm..immortal. she wasn't trying to brag or anything. No far from that. She just wanted to get this over with. He would find out eventually anyway. As she seemed to not age or the process was slowed considerably. She stopped and turned around.

She seemed ashamed of being able to live forever. Everyone that she had ever known was dead. Even the humans that had done this to her, unless they used the liquid on themselves. Sighing she sat down in a most awkward fashion. She needed a rest from all this commotion.




^{ooc; sorry it took soo long.}

[Aderalle]

wicked men tell wicked lies

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Truth be told, Aderalle was likely more unsure of what he wanted from this mare than she was. It was a strange thing, leaving him not yearning simply for ‘mares’ or ‘property’ or even the eventual offspring of it all. His year wandering alone had taken a toll on him and, even though he felt no need to impose his dominance or do any work that would not benefit himself, a strange and unfamiliar part of him pined in the most nagging fashion for someone to be there… if only so that he would be sure that there was one who knew he still thrived. Of course, he tried his hardest to ignore the longing, but having found company in this other had forced him to realize the truth of his situation. He did not figure this mare would ever come to live with him, for she had a home of her own and would not likely abandon such a stroke of good fortune, but there was nothing in him that would turn down the comradery that she could supply if she so chose. As of yet, he could not tell what she would do about it all.

Addy’s joints pained him. His weight was allowed to rest awkwardly, being held up in the majority by his left front hoof, the right hind lifted to rest it. The pressure weighing down made the cloven hoof splay out a bit as it sunk into the soft, clay-riddled earth beneath it. Her stammered words came and left without answer, without eye contact, but with thought. This Salma… she seemed more unsure of the whole situation than he. Were mares not also driven to find a home? Males for property, females for protection? Right? Was that not how it worked? If not, Aderalle had been sorely mistaken for a very long time. Then again, perhaps she had reasons comparable to his for having been alone so long. It was not any of his business anyway. She would tell what she wanted.

Eventually, vocalizations came from him, but only very little. An understanding, “Hmm…” and his head lowered to snatch up a few tendrils of grass. It was highly unlikely that Addy would be so forward as to make any request of her, especially without being sure that she would accept. The beast did not want to deal with the off-putting concept of rejection… especially by the first mare he had ever met that was not a mother or sister or aunt… one who had not seem him grow up, and therefore did not comprehend the stupidity and irrationality that had come together to create him as he was. He regretted not being what his family thought a stallion should be.

When she spoke again, soft black eyes tried only for an instant to meet her gaze. He did not feel as shocked about this as he thought he would, but perhaps it was because he did not completely believe her. Immortal? How do you get that way? This is silly! She’s just joking… Or crazy! This batty old mare is insane! But… she had no reason to lie. Did she? He saw it not. Again, lack of knowledge created a smoldering sense of inadequacy within the brute’s chest. The inadequacy began to taper into self-hatred.

“Not that I am the best choice for a mare, either.” The words were blunt and unamused, still feeling annoyed at himself for being so out of the loop. Her words still ran through his head on an endless sort of repeat. Why did she think immortality was so awful? Being so naïve, the pain and annoyances that such a “gift” would bring were beyond his scope of reason. He thought only of the invincibility that such a thing would supply. In time, the colt would likely come to sympathize.

“I mean… I’m sick and virtually useless… but, here we are.” he tried to force a chuckle, as if he was not totally depressed and sickened by the thought. He sighed. “But, I don’t see what you are so worried about… to be honest. Immortality an’ all.” She stopped, turned, rested. He looked on, feeling slightly impatient for the outcome of all of this. He was unsure of what he wanted to happen, but could see no fault in any of the outcomes he foresaw.

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[WaT]

The damsel pushed herself up grunting slightly as she did so. Walking up to the beast she rested her head on top of his spine, near his withers. you have no idea what horrible things went on here many years ago she said quietly.

Sighing the mare didn't expect him to know but he probably had never seen a horse in their natural form. She had. It was beautiful what they had been but now they were...not so much. Sure they were still pretty but not as they were meant to be. Rubbing her chin against his fur Salma then removed herself from his body. He might fall under the weight of just her head anyway. The goddess had tried healing him as much as she could. Still she wasn't sure why she felt so compelled to do so. One could only guess it was part of her nature.

if you want...I can prove it. she softly cooed looking back to him. She wasn't sure exactly how to prove it short of throwing herself off a cliff. She didn't want to leave just yet. The plants and trees could always be regrown. Pawing at the moss she pushed off in the direction of a little ledge. She barely remembered where it was but nevertheless continued moving in what she thought was the right way. It wasn't that big of a drop, enough to kill something but it wouldn't be too horribly painful.

Surprisingly such a thing wasn't too far off from where they were. Pawing at weathered soil she looked back at the brute. This particular edge wasn't life threatening though. The ground shook as the beauty 'pushed' the bottom down farther. Perhaps thirty or forty feet into the earth. Turning around she waited for his answer. Salma wasn't going to endure this if he didn't wish to see it.






[ooc; muse is a little mia right now