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 Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 3:52 pm
This is a private roleplay between Richard Head (.Tortured. .Pumpkin.) and Creme (Teh Cheryl). Please do not post without permission.  
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 4:44 pm
Creme was bored out of her mind. She had wandered off again from the herd, booking it down the mountain the moment she had woken up and easily bypassed her grandfather. She had nearly run into her Uncle Orion as she swept passed but he had never tried to stop her from wandering off unlike the rest of the members of the family. He was her favorite relative for that very reason, not that she cared much for the rest of her dull boring goody-two-shoes family. She huffed, petulant, when she finally reached the stream. She clopped through the knee how water without a car, the cold water splashing against her sides and making her shiver. Walking around to the shallower portion was too much of a hassle for her to do. It was just water anyway, she thought with a roll of her eyes.
Creme had been hoping to find one of her friends or playmates down in the valley, but to her disappointment, the valley was free and clear of visitors. The clouds loomed overhead, dark gray and ominous, the threat of rain keeping most inhabitants in their homes for the day. Lame, she thought while giving the muggy water a good kick. So lame.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 2:52 am
This was bullshit. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. The stallion's blue eyes were narrowed to slits as he made his way through the woods, tracking down the little trollop he'd recently lost. While he wasn't particularly fond of her tongue or her antics, she had managed to keep him satisfied enough with her maid service the past few months. While the kalona hybrid certainly wasn't the type to come easily, he was certain he could coerce her to resume her service.
He scowled as he went, blowing plumes of steam from his nose and mouth and cursing the mare's name. He hadn't been that mean. No more than usual, anyway. So why the hell had she run off?! While he could still find the little mare's scent, the trail was growing colder and colder. Richard snarled, his vines tangling around him as he went. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 4:08 am
What was that?
Creme turned her head, catching sight of the oddest, weirdest, looking stallion she had set her eyes on before. She raised her eyebrow at the stranger, watching him stomp about in obvious annoyance and making a general ruckus in the clearing. She snorted herself as she watched the buffoon stumble over his own vines. What a moron.
"Oi, moron!" she shouted, never being one to hide her thoughts and looking for something to do. She finished stomping her way out of the water and up the bank of the stream, mud coating her legs below the knee liberally. A few specks of water managed to find there way to splash against her wings, and she shook them off absentmindedly as she walked forward, heedless of that fact that the stranger looked like he could kick her a** without a second though. Forethought had never been Creme strong suit.
"You look lost as s**t. You lose something?" No one could say that she wasn't at least trying to be helpful.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 5:34 pm
Green nostrils flared and ears pricked at the sudden voice. While it was obviously not the mare he was looking for, it certainly sounded like something she would say... He allowed another plume of steam to leave his mouth before he inspected her. Well, she certainly wasn't the ugliest he'd ever had. Might as well. A newfound grin on his face, he replied in a husky voice, "Ay, you little b***h, if you think I'm such a moron, how about you come on down here so I can show you just how big my head is." He chuckled to himself.
However tempting it may be, though, reclaiming his last maid would likely be easier than making a new one out of this new wench. It didn't take long at all to size her up. He could likely easily make her submit, but the wings would be a tricky bit. Even though he was a nasty brute, it'd be a shame to have to ruin her pretty little wings and deform her. And of course, there'd be the horn to deal with... The stallion wiped the thought from his mind. Too much effort. "No, I'm just trouncing through the goddamned wilderness on a cold-a** day because I thought it'd be fun. What the hell do you think?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 11:08 pm
Creme rolled her eyes, the motion so practice that it came as a second nature to her. The look on her face told enough about what she was thinking. Is this guy for real? She tromped her way over, huffing in exaggerated annoyance. She kicked up more mud and bits of grass as she walked, her characteristic petulant shuffle scraping the grass up from the ground. "Uh, you're obviously such a moron. 'Cause I'm obviously already making my merry a** over there to you. Duh."
As she got closer, she got a better look at the stranger and hot damn, was he bigger than she had anticipated. And weirder looking than she could have ever imagined. Where those trees sprouting from his shoulders? And bald. Talk about ew. "Maybe you are, maybe you aren't." Creme shrugged, flipping her mane over her shoulder and eyeing the stallion up and down and obviously not impressed. "How the hell would I know what you're doing? Dumbasses do all sorts of dumb a** things--hence the name."
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