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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 10, 2009 20:18:54 GMT -5
Aithne
Can You Stand The HEAT?
A small dark crimson vixen stood proudly in the large circle of dirt that had been cleared from all vegetation, thanks to Romance's lack of control. Hard mucle was clearly seen under the hide of the vixen, making up for her lack of size. Her jet black forelock rested over one eye, while the other orange orb could see perfectly clearly. Her long banner waved side to side, flames shadowing its movements before fading into thin air.
Her fore-hoof struck out at the Earth, sparks flying as she scrapped it across. Her delicate nares flared amd as she exhailed, puffs of dark grey smoke arose out of them. She raised her crown and did a small rear, and when her pillats hit the ground again, blue fire sprung up with a clapping sound, and then disapeared. She did this several times, dancing to herself. Her orange orbs flashed as if flames were dancing in them itself. Aithne seemed to spy a stick, and she wrapped her ivories around them. Bowing and curving her neck and crown, with the stick still clentched in her jaws, the tips turned into sparklers. The vixen bobbed her head and let the stcik clatter to the earth and as soon as it hit, the sparks were extinguished. A shiver rippled her pelt, and the black fire-looking markings on her legs caught fire, and she went up on her hind legs once again, only high than she was once doing and pawing gently at the air.
No wonder they called her The Firedancer.
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Post by .r e e d. on Feb 10, 2009 20:26:10 GMT -5
The small vixen had been keeping out of Aiden's sight for days. She needed to get out. The bright orange vixen trotted along, careful not to burn a single thing. Her yellow optics saw Aithne up ahead. She approached her quietly. "Hello." she said flatly, knowing the other vix would notice her gorwing stomach. It was bigger than it would ever get from her eating, but not that large. She sighed. The filly was so bored.... [/color]
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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 13, 2009 17:55:58 GMT -5
Aithne
Can You Stand The HEAT?
Aithne stomped to the barren Earth with another show of sparks as Romance arrived. The blood-red vixen nodded, flaring her nares. "Hello, Romance," she replied in a nuetral tone, flicking her banner. She glanced at her still-flaming legs and quickly expinguished them, looking back up at Romance. A little fat for a young mare, Isn't she? Aithne mused in her mind, flicking an aud.
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Post by .r e e d. on Feb 17, 2009 18:57:23 GMT -5
The filly sighed. She didn't have much to say. Her kissers marked a phony half-smile. [yerg... no muse for meh Romnce..][/color]
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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 26, 2009 20:16:54 GMT -5
Aithne
Can You Stand The HEAT?
The blood-colored vixen flicked her auds, not getting much of a response from Romance. Just a smile. She arched and eye-brow and gazed at her from yellow eyes. She flicked her banner and glanced at the volcano boredly, blinking.
[Nooo muuseee]
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Post by Magic on Mar 2, 2009 18:10:37 GMT -5
Milintica
I am getting so hot. I'm gonna take my clothes off.
The large brute cantered over to the two femmes, eyeing the unknown one as she came down from her odd dance. If this was some ritual all of the Fire horses had to do, maybe he really wasn't of the Fire blood. The stag decided he'd keep an even temper and maybe try to have a decent conversation with these two.
As he came to a stop, he glanced at Romance and noted her large girth. She's obviously gotten a little too flirty. With a nod to them both, he spoke. "Good day, Romance and.." He looked expectantly at Romance and waited for her to tell him what the darkly coloured vix was called. With Spring high in power, Milintica found it hard not to look at all of the essa's in his herd. This new one certainly was fine, but he would not let himself get carried away by looks. It was more than that; he had to be responsible with his bloodlines and produce a well built foal. As his thoughts trailed off, his vision cleared and he waited for an anwser from the orange lass. |
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Post by L Y N X ! on Mar 2, 2009 19:02:12 GMT -5
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Aithne's crown turned and her yellow orbs layed eyes on the stag, Milintica. She had seen him when she had joined the herd, but never really talked to him. Her orbs gave a roll, a sigh escaping her velvet maw. "It's Aithne. No need to ask her when I am right here, stag." she said with a nod, turning her crown off to the side and pricking her auds.
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Post by .r e e d. on Mar 2, 2009 19:09:53 GMT -5
Weary, yellow optics stared over Milintica. "Good day to you, sir." she barely murmered above a whisper. Her small form backed up when he notced her plump barrel. "Yes, it's Aithne." came another murmer from the filly. Small tiara fell downwards, small harks back.. [/color][/center] |
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Post by Magic on Mar 7, 2009 21:07:46 GMT -5
"Well Aithne, I am Milintica. Perhaps you'd be so kind as to call by by my cursing? Or is that too much to ask for?" He retorted hotly. Milintica didn't much like being talked ill of. If he was, it was common for him to say something just as nasty back. Then there was always the option of using a little more than words.. But this essa was from his herd, and all of the Fire would know not to harm their own.
Taking a stride forward, the patron snorted, then looked at Romance. "I'm curious, which stud is the father of of your foal? Is he of our breed?" He asked gently, waiting to see if she would answer. Unless she already knew, it would probably hurt her to hear that if she was conceiving a cross, it wouldn't live to see it's sire. |
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Post by L Y N X ! on Mar 7, 2009 22:05:00 GMT -5
Aithne
Aithne frowned, her auds pinning to the crest of her crown. She hadn't expected Milintica to speak as such as he just did, but it had set her temper a-flare. Her maw twitched, she holding back herself from baring her ivories or lashing out at him. "Well, excuse me," she snapped, glaring at him with glowering yellow, cat-like orbs. She switched her gaze to Romance as she was questioned about her pregnancy. Personally Aithne didn't want to know, or care, about who the sire was; it wasn't even supposed to be created in the first place. Uninterested, and feeling the poor young fae needed to be left alone, Aithne turned her bodice off to the side a little, so she wasn't facing the other two but the forest.
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Post by .r e e d. on Mar 8, 2009 0:11:20 GMT -5
Radars backwards. "A..." she stopped. "I can't....tell you.. He wants it a secret." yellow optics stared sorrowfully, muzzle down. "But don't.... It's full." she managed to give a weak, tembling fake smile. Slender pilars took her backwards. "She isn't supposed to be here." optics stared emptily, water welling. Looking down so he wouldn't see the tears, she backed away...[/color]
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Post by Magic on Mar 10, 2009 20:29:06 GMT -5
Milintica smirked at Aithne. When she replied, a disgusted look was set upon his face. "Yes.. You are gladly excused." He said it as if she needed permission to leave, when that wasn't what she mean't at all. As far as could tell, at least.
Hearing Romance speak, he turned his pallet over and gave her his full attention. "Oh is that so?" He didn't fully get what she mean't by "It's full." The foal was fully Zunden, or her stomache was full? This filly was indirect. He made an effort to smile warmly, so maybe she wouldn't despise him so much. When she said it was a girl, he wondered exactly how she knew. He shook his head, and payed attention to Romance. |
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Post by Wildfire on Mar 11, 2009 16:32:38 GMT -5
Vatra Vatra came upon the group. She had yet to really meet with any of them. The only other Zunden she had met in the herd had been Aiden. However, she did recognize the filly from when she had first arrived. The other two, a mare and a stag, were both unfamiliar. Pools swept over their hides, decorated with fabulous Zunden patterns, like her own. Pillars picked up into a light trot, carrying her lightly across the steaming terrain. She slowed as she came upon the group and cleared her throat softly to make her presence known. Kissers pulled into a soft smile at the equines and her gaze fell upon each of their facades. The filly looked much bigger than she had seen her before and she had an incling as to the reason, but restrained herself. Forelock hung across one orb, shielding its ruby red color, that contrasted so drastically with her golden pelt. I don't mean to interrupt, I just wanted to meet my fellow Zunden. Vocals cut through the air, soft, but confident. I am Vatra. |
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Post by L Y N X ! on Mar 11, 2009 18:46:55 GMT -5
Aithne
A small shower of sparks flew as Aithne stomped an angry pillar, dragon's smoke coming out of her flaring nares as she snorted. She whipped around to face Milintica. He was really getting on her nerves. "You know, I never invited you over here, Milintica. Always trust an annoying stud to barge in and ask weird questions, huh? Why don't you just go away and do whatever you did before you joined this damn herd!" she snarled, raising her crown as high as her neck would go without looking awkward, though she couldn't match his large height. Her stocky & small body was tense as she turned to look at the new vixen coming by. She nodded, slowly her anger wearing off. "Hello, Vatra," she said, blinking golden orbs. "Aithne" she added after a minute, cracking her rear banner like a whip.
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Post by Magic on Mar 11, 2009 19:52:15 GMT -5
The brute laughed, amused by this essa's fire tainted personality. She was from the Fire blood, so what could he expect? Looking over at the vix, he spoke courtly "Dear me, Aithne. I never thought such harsh words would come from you. Believe me, I'll certainly leave this place for good. Just for you." His words were flat-out sarcasm and mockery. Walking up to her, he could tell she had tried to make herself look more fierce. With a smile pasted on his face, he looked down at her.
After a few moments passed, he turned and displayed a more welcome smile to Vatra. "Hello, Vatra. I am Milintica." He glanced over at Romance to see if she was still there. She'd been so quiet throughout the whole conversation, that it was hard to believe she was mortal. |
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