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[Wolfie]

xx. Frog nudged a pile of snow in front of him, and shivered slightly. He was heavily armored in a thick wolly winter coat, yet even still, the chills of winter seeped through and cooled his bones. His stomach churned with hunger, a desire he could not fulfill. Almost all foliage was dead. He was now doing all he could to keep himself full, even eating the bark off trees, and the roots from plants. It wasn't a glamorous way of living, but one does what one must.

The small Mustang sighed deeply, and closed his eyes. His life had been very simple. Nothing exciting. He had lived with his dam in a small herd, left, and had lived alone since. Once in awhile he'd make a friend and stay with them for some time, but he'd always end up alone again. He assumed by now that, that was the way it would always be.

He couldn't lie and say he wasn't scared. The fire herd was plotting to take down all of the isle. This whole world, the only world Frog had ever known, might soon be nothing but ashes and darkness. Frog wouldn't be able to survive. He wasn't strong, or fast, or the smartest stallion out there. He was six, but was still colt-minded, spending his summer days playing in shallow ponds as he had done when he was just a yearling.

But all that would be destroyed. Soon, possibly. He was very aware of the confrontation between the fire lord, and a disobeying Zunden mare not too far from him. It would only take two days to make it to were they currently stood, fighting. That thought scared the small mustang.
Again he sighed, opened his eyes, and trudged on.

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{ Fully alive
More than most.
Ready to smile and to love life
Fully alive,
Now she knows how to believe in future. }

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Kibitala

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The small mare wondered around the forest for a while, getting snowed on and chilled. She sighed. It was better than being at home, taking care of Fantasma. Sometimes she would just stare at her daughter, sometimes regretting her. She didn't recognize her has her daughter sometimes, either. Maybe it was all the time she was spending with her father, that was turning her into a quiet, moody mare.

Kibitala blinked back tears, feeling guilty that she hated her own daughter. "I don't hate her." She muttered to herself, bending down to snuff at some snow with her pink muzzle.

Luckily, she uncovered a bit of grass. She chewed it nonchalantly, resting her hind leg for a bit. The grass was frozen and tasteless, and the mare nearly spit it back out. But she didn't, and continued chewing. She wanted to survive this winter, and in order to do so she couldn't be picky.

Kibitala remained there, snuffling out small bits of frozen foliage. Then her violet gaze landed on a bulky figure in the snow. She flicked her ears curiously, wondering who else would be here in this weather, besides her. "Hello?" She called after it, and brought herself to a trot.

As she came into view, she saw it was a stallion. She cocked her head, studying him through the snow curiously. He was small, yet still bigger than her due to her small frame. Kibitala eyed him, her violet eyes strolling over every feature of his bodice.

She decided he wasn't much of a threat, after studying him for a few minutes. "My name's Kibitala." She took a step forward, shaking her creamy pelt.

Muse; Better now :3
Lyrics; Fully Alive by Flyleaf
Notes; :3
MUSE-IC; Playlist ^^

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[Wolfie]

xx. Frog, who stood thinking under a large oak, flicked his ear, hearing something approaching. He tensed up, flicking his gaze hurridly. He relaxed nearly as soon as he released it was just a small cream colored mare, probably just as confused and empty stomached as he. He lowered his head and watched her approach him, curiosity in his gaze.

She turned these large, violet eyes on him, and he nearly melted. He had never seen such an exotic gaze, it was so beyond him. He gulped as she introduced herself. Her name, Kibitala, just as exotic. He felt a bit self concious at that moment. He was so plain. A mishmeshed coat of white and grey, a wirey mane and tail, and amber eyes. His name, Frog, was plain. Nothing was spectacular about the island stallion at all.

I'm Frog. He clipped his head in greeting. Nice to meet you. However, why aren't you in a herd? It's cold and dangerous out here, all alone. The small pinto knew he was being hypocritical, but he had always frowned upon other loners, if only slightly. Living all alone in the condition this isle was in, was not smart. He knew that. But Frog was not a leader, he wasn't that smart or brave. He tried to be brave, a knight in shining armor to a mare he had a crush on at the time, but always became the loser in tin foil, only to be outshined by a bigger, older stag. And he wasn't much of an asset to any herd either. So he remained in the shadows of the forest, playing, sleeping, thinking.
what a life.

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[.r e e d.]

Accidentally wrote my new post over this one. Sorry!

[Wolfie]

xx. If horses could blush, Frog's entire face would be beat red. He swallowed, and looked away for a moment, tongue tied. Frog? A lovely name? There was nothing lovely about a small, slimey, green animal. Yet this small mare seemed to think so. He had been made fun of for his name, but never complamented.

Y-you think so? . He swallowed hard. What was her name again? Oh, goodness, he had forgotten her name already! He was certainly not a smooth operator.
Kib.. Kibi... tala. Kibitala! Yes, that was it.
I like your name too, Kibitala. It's certainly unique.

Suddenly, she suggested something that Frog never expected he would hear.
Join her sire's herd? He had never been asked to join a herd. The last herd he had lived in, he was chased out by two big brutes, and was never allowed to return. Would he even fit in? His social skills seemed to have died off long ago, and now everytime he met another equine, he stuttered, and tried too hard to make a good impression.

But he had to. It was time he settled into a new life, he was done wandering and hoping.

Are you sure? He looked up at her, meeting her large, schocking violet eyes. He was suddenly lost in them. They melted him, stole him away. They were like an exotic jewel. He had certainly never seen eyes like those at all. Trying not to stare, he looked away quickly. I haven't been in a herd for three years. I don't know if I'd really fit in.

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Even losers can get lucky sometimes.
All the freaks go on a winning streak.
In a perfect world, all the geeks get the girls.

[.r e e d.]

GAH!!! I DID IT AGAIN. >______>; This is the first times I've done this in a while. grrr!

[Wolfie]

xx. Frog enjoyed her voice, it was soothing. It had not spoken to another equine in a great, long time. So it was comforting to be able to talk to another, even if he had nothing of importance to say, and often stuttered over fear of saying something dumb. It was good for him to know that he would have a home now, though. It was a feeling he hadn't felt since he was a young colt, waddling beside his dam's drooping broodmare belly.

She wanted to know more about him? He sighed. I don't want to bore you. He said truthfully. I'm not the most exciting stallion ever. I was chased out of my herd when I was two because my sire was not the lead stallion. I've been a loner ever since. I've never really belonged anywhere, or had a mate, or anything like that. I did hang around one colt, we were friends, but he became a player and left me. He watched her as they walked, admiring her smooth cream pelt and large violet eyes. Kibitala. He said over and over again in his mind. She saved me, from the snow and cold lonliness. He smiled in his mind.

I'm sure you have a much more exciting story to spin. What has your life been like? He asked, half smiling.

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{ She says she's no good with words
But I'm worse
Barely stuttered out
A joke of romantic stuck to my tongue
Weighed down with words too overdramatic }

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Kibitala

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Kibitala listened to his story quietly. It sounded like a normal horse life. She snorted as he asked about her's. "Let's see. My mom died when I was a yearling, I left but came back to my father. I had a childhood mate, but he disappeared. It was nothing really serious because we were just foals. Uhmm. I have around 5 half brothers and sisters. My dad has a mate, named Venom. Oh yeah, my dad's name is Lassan. He rules the largest light herd on the island." She paused, glancing to him before continuing.

"I uhm, had a run in with another stallion a year ago. And, to put it straight-forward.." She pawed at the snow uneasily. "I do have a daughter." She looked up at him, taking a step back to see his reaction.

She shook her pelt uneasily, eyeing him. "But she stays with her father most of the time, since he has nothing to do with me." She sighed, but continued. "To be honest her sire is awful. But she loves him. I couldn't keep her away. And I'm pretty sure she favors him, too. Quiet, reserved.." She sighed.

"I guess that sums it up."

Muse; Good.
Lyrics; Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy
Notes;
MUSE-IC; Playlist ^^

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[Wolfie]

He listened wholeheartedly as the mare spoke. She spoke about her sire, and her herd, how it was the largest light herd on the entire isle. She spoke about her childhood mate, and how he had left her. Frog was surprised at this. He couldn't lie to himself, Kibitala was a beautiful and delicate framed mare, and if he were lucky enough to have such a mare, he would never let her go. But they were so young. He told himself in his mind. They didn't know what love was yet... and neither do I.

What was he thinking of perhaps loving this mare? He had crushed lightly, but never loved. He had never been loved. His dam, who had had many a foal before he, didn't even love him, and kicked him off of her when he was five month old. She showed no affection for him at all. Nor did any other mare. Except for that one Nyfrio mare...

I have a daughter. His eyes momentarily widened. A daughter? But she looked so young.. He nodded, not much caring about the fact that she had a daughter, but the fact she had been taken by an unworthy bastard. Anger flared and he suddenly felt very protective over her.

I'm so sorry to hear that, Kibitala. Suddenly, and very, very much against his own will, he drew nearer to her and nuzzled her neck. Quickly he drew away, and looked down. Not about having a daughter. That's fine. But about that bastard of a stallion... He swallowed and added very quietly I myself would never do such a thing.

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[.r e e d.]

{ She says she's no good with words
But I'm worse
Barely stuttered out
A joke of romantic stuck to my tongue
Weighed down with words too overdramatic }

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Kibitala

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The young mare felt her heart flutter as he nuzzled her, and she stepped away momentarily. She looked away, ashamed of what she just did. "I... I'm sorry.

Kibitala turned to look back at him. She grimaced, not knowing what else to say.

Despite her brain telling her no, to turn and run, she stepped forward to nuzzle his cheek softly. She lingered for a couple more seconds before stepping back to watch him with her violet gaze. "You know, my mother died from giving birth to my half-sister, which she got pregnant with by running off and getting knocked up by a dark stallion to piss off my father." She grinned at him, her sense of humor showing through. "And then my father's real mate ran off, just like the their daughter, the lady of Liberta did. And then he had a thing with another mare, but her and their daughter got killed by wolves. It was pretty hard on my father until he met Venom. She was already pregnant by her old mate and he saved her in the dead of winter. She turned to smile at him. "It's funny how things work out." She gave a small laugh.

Muse; Good.
Lyrics; Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy
Notes; And history repeats itself.
MUSE-IC; Playlist ^^

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[Wolfie]

xx. Frog felt her step away, and stepped away himself. He was moving much, much too fast. He was just excited to finally have an equine to talk to. It was his fault.
No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made you feel uncomfortable. He smiled softly, ashamed himself.

Frog listened to her spin such a morbid tale. He frowned slightly, suprised by her sense of humor. He certainly wasn't expecting a pessimistic sense of humor from her, but he had just met her. There was much more of her to be learned.

So I'm assuming you don't have a mate? He said, watching her still.

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[.r e e d.]

{ She says she's no good with words
But I'm worse
Barely stuttered out
A joke of romantic stuck to my tongue
Weighed down with words too overdramatic }

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Kibitala

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Kibitala turned to him, her violet gaze meeting his own, except, amber. "No," She paused, blinking and shaking her pelt. "I don't." Kibitala cocked her head curiously, wondering about his question.

"Would you like to stay here and talk a little bit longer or go ahead and go meet my dad?" She asked, flicking her ivory whipcord. "Venom is probably with him, though. They're inseperable. It's so sweet." Kibi smiled, flicking her ears. "My daughter, her name is Fantasma. Her father named her. She's really quiet and shy." Kibitala said, blinking her violet eyes.

Muse; Blech
Lyrics; Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy
Notes; Ewww. A nasty short post. Sorry!
MUSE-IC; Playlist ^^

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[Wolfie]

frog.

Frog watched her response to his question about having a mate. He said nothing more on the matter, giving her no hint on what he could have meant by this. Frog was a typical stallion, and there were no hidden meanings in what he said. He simply asked out of his own curiosity, seeing as they were already standing her talking, getting to know each other. Seeing as they had already established Frog did not have a mate, he figured he would return the favor and ask her. Simple. Yet her curiosity.. he figured she thought more by it. Yet he said nothing.

Stand and talk? It seemed that's what they were doing already. Doesn't matter to me. Can't say I'm in a rush to meet anybody, though. I guess I'm kind of nervous. He chuckled. Hmm. And it doesn't bother you that your sire has a new mate? I mean, I never knew my father. And my mother, was well.. not the nicest mare ever. But I guess it would still kind of bother me.. He listened to her about the small clipping of information she gave about her daughter. He took it in, hungry for me. He truley did love this talk. This mare.. she was so interesting.

So she isn't like you? He smiled and laughed lightly.

[.r e e d.]

{ She says she's no good with words
But I'm worse
Barely stuttered out
A joke of romantic stuck to my tongue
Weighed down with words too overdramatic }

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Kibitala

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The mare paused for a couple seconds, purple eyes watching him curiously. "It did.. At first. But I saw how happy my father was, after losing his first true love. Her name, his first mate, her name was River. Their daughter, the mare who rules Liberta is a couple years older than me. She's kind of a loner. She doesn't show her face for months. When she does, it's usually at herd meetings." Her gaze had wondered to a raven nearby, who was watching vigilantly. "Her name's Shadow. She's a pretty thing, although she's sort of awkward and somewhat big-boned. She's small, but to put it straight, not as small as me." Kibi shrugged before continuing on. "Oh yeah, my herd has an alliance with another Nutreal heard, called Rocas. They have an alliance with the ravens. Just like Jigsaw, Fantasma's father's herd has an alliance with the island deer. His herd is called Terra Di Belleza Dark."

Kibi didn't bother explaining what the name meant. It wasn't like she cared.

Her purple gaze then drew back to Frog. "Am I rambling? I get that from my father." The young mare giggled softly.

Muse; Bad for her!
Lyrics; Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy
Notes; Ewww. A nasty short post. Sorry!
MUSE-IC; Playlist ^^

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[Wolfie]

It sounds like a song..

Frog watched her as she described her sire's new found relationship with another mare. He was still trying to wrap his head around this mare's personality. She seemed sweet enough. To never said much of a cross word, and when she did, she did not go in depth about her dislike. Yet it was hard to pin anything on a mare he only only known for such a little time.

Plus it was growing so cold that he could hardly think straight anymore. He shivered, and stepped closer to her. No, you're fine. He said, addressing her last words, and then added It's nearly dark already. Should we leave now? Or wait until morning? His hide nearly crawled as the snow ever so gently fell upon his creme colored coat. He watched the violet-eyed mare for what she thought. His heart felt warm for her, more so than the Nyfrio mare. But how could he..? Fall for her? Too soon to say. And, also, it seemed as if she had a lot on her plate already.

She wouldn't have interest in scruffy Frog anyway, and it was much too soon, he figured.

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It hits you like scripture.