Arpee with Jawl (( ropin and riden ))
Took place on: 6.30.06
Page: 240
Link to the last page where Magi, Zable, and Jawl were arpeeing.
Arpee with Denali (( ChaosTheories ))
Took Place on: 7.5.06
Page: MSN Conversation.
(( I am POTato, Chaos is Linnie ))
POTato says:
Ufo shook his head, his mane cascading down across his black dappled neck. He stomped his left fore against the ground and snorted, in some obvious way to show his discomfort. But, discomforted by what, he did not know for sure. He suddenly burst out sprinting, across the sands, away from the yurts. Then, when he realized he was entering the Emptiness, he quickly re-routed himself back towards
POTato says:
** the yurts.
(( That was as much as MSN would let me type x.x ))
Linnie says:
((Yeah, unfortunately.))
Denali stood by a group of smaller yurts, munching on some grains that someone had spilt. She sifted through the sand to find them, a slow task. But it kept her mind occupied. Just as she was looking up, a dappled stallion ran past her. Surprised, she took a few steps backwards and watched him.
POTato says:
brb
Linnie says:
'Kay
POTato says:
okay back
POTato says:
Ufo pranced about, suddenly in a very good and playful mood. He called out to anyone that may have been nearby, "Come'n play wif meeee!"
Linnie says:
Denali laughed, amused by his playfullness and his accent. "Hey there!" she called out, moving towards him.
POTato says:
Ufo shot around to stare at the mare, his mouth agape. "Holeeey gackamoleeey..." he said, dropping his head a bit in a greeting. "Th' name's Ufo, wouldjoo like t'play wif li'l ol' me?"
Linnie says:
Denali nodded her head playfully. "My name's Denali! Why not?" She proceeded to prance in place the excitement almost contagious. She was fun-loving by nature, and sifting through sand for seed was only entertaining for so long.
POTato says:
Ufo lowered his head to the ground, his rump in the air, and wiggled around a bit. "Oi betcha can't catch meee!" he said, bolting in the opposite direction.
Linnie says:
Denali sprung after him, hooves hitting the sand with a dull thump. "Oh, I bet I can!" She built up momentum and ran at full speed.
POTato says:
Ufo raced away from the mare, his tongue lolling out and his mane and tail whipping out behind him. He suddenly made a very sharp turn to lose Denali, almost slipping into the warm sands in the process.
Linnie says:
Denali wasn't expecting the turn, so she slipped a little in the sand and lost speed. With a great twist of her body she managed to get back on course. She would have called out a witty remark, but all her energy was being put into catching up.
POTato says:
Ufo stopped in the sand, skidding to a halt. "Oi knew y'couldn't catch me, but thasokay." He started trotting away from the mare, his tail swinging teasingly.
Linnie says:
Denali skidded to a stop a little ways in front of him. "I bet you stopped because I was going to catch up, and you didn't want to lose!" She trotted up beside him.
POTato says:
Ufo nodded sarcastically. "Shureshure, wuteva y'wanna think 'bout it!"
Linnie says:
Denali shook her head; her mane has fallen out of place in the wind. "I'll keep thinking it!"
POTato says:
Ufo laughed a little; it wasn't really a laugh, more like a very deep chuckle. "Y'better!"
Linnie says:
"I will!" She pranced in a circle around him, swinging her tail in a way that mimicked his a few moments before.
POTato says:
He chuckled again, and barrelled his head into the mare's stomach. "Oi dare'ya, foight back!" Then he stepped back. "Or not."
Linnie says:
Denali replied by throwing her body weight into him. "Try to push me around, will you?" Then she was off, a good 10 feet away.
POTato says:
Ufo kept jumping in and out around her, using his agility and speed to his advantage. "Oi'll get'chu!" he called out, prancing a little.
Linnie says:
Denali sprung and weaved around him. He was fast, but she could avoid him if she caught his next moves early enough. "No you wont!"
POTato says:
Ufo ducked in again, this time barely hitting her stomach with his nose. "Yes Oi'll!"
Linnie says:
Denali veered away. "Barely!" She was beginning to tire from all this activity, but she would not give up.
POTato says:
Ufo stopped, and looked at her. "Ar'ya as tired as Oi'm?"
Linnie says:
"A little...Maybe." She flipped her mane back, as if to show she wasn't as tired as she really was. Then she looked around them. All she could see was sand. "Is there water nearby?" She suddenly realised she was thirsty.
POTato says:
Ufo nodded his head and peered out in the direction of where he thought an oasis was. "If'n y'd foller me, Oi'll take y' there 'n a jiff."
Linnie says:
"Okay." Denali peered in that direction, but all she could see was heat waves. She was still unfamiliar with the area, but if Ufo thought there was water, she did too.
POTato says:
Ufo started walking along the desert, his hooves sinking into the hot sands as he went. He knew where the water was, oh yes, but he didn't know if, in all of this heat, it had evaporated.
Linnie says:
Denali bit at her shoulder, where a pesky insect has landed. "Is it ever hot!" she exclaimed, feeling the heat of the sun's rays down her back. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky, which wasn't unusual for this time of day.
POTato says:
Ufo nodded as he climbed up over a hill. He peered back at the mare as he saw what lay beyond: A vast stretch of oasis. "'E're 'ere!" he exclaimed.
Linnie says:
Denali climbed the hill eargerly as soon as she spotted a sliver of water. She slid down the hill a little, in abit of a hurry to get the water. She took small sips of the water; if one was dehydrated, drinking a lot all at once was bad for them.
POTato says:
Ufo stayed back a ways from the mare, watching for danger. He wasn't thirsty at all; before he had left, the two-leggeds had made him drink.
Linnie says:
Once Denali was finished, she peered into the water for a moment, and she flung some over her head to drench her mane. "Ahh, that's better!" The water trailed down her neck, evaporating and helping cool her off. Then she walked up next to Ufo and shook, sending drops of water flying.
POTato says:
Ufo chuckled a bit as he shook himself of the water droplets that Denali had shaken onto him. "S'who're y'out 'ere wif?"
Linnie says:
"I'm here with my 'trainer' and her other horse, Carden." She gazed off into the distance for a moment, and continued. "We just came here. It's funny though... it's like I've been here before."
POTato says:
He listened intently. All of the other horses he had met sounded normal... they didn't have to repeat themselves, or talk slowly. His accent was beginning to feel like a curse, but it was him, and he couldn't rid himself of it. "Th' two-leggeds 'r' keepin' y'hostage too?"
Linnie says:
"Hostage! I love my two-legged... She's been with me since I was very little." They had met soon after she could eat plant matter, and had lived with her ever since. She had grown attached to the motly 'herd' she lived with.
POTato says:
Ufo stood puzzled. She actually liked her two-legged? How strange... well, Ufo had never really even met his two-legged, but from what his yurt-mates had said, she was mean. "Oh..." was all he could say.
Linnie says:
Denali looked at him sympathetically. She realised some weren't as lucky as her, and others could have had bad experiences with two-leggeds. "So... are you alone here?" she asked tentavely, wondering if it was a smart thing to ask.
POTato says:
Ufo shook his head. "Th' mare 'n' foal 'n' Oi're kinda yurt-mates. Oth'wise, Oi'm alone."
Linnie says:
"So you're the only stallion in the yurt?" Denali looked at him slyly.
POTato says:
"Yup," he said, nodding. "Whoi?"
Linnie says:
"Nothing." Denali giggled to herself. What was she thinking?
POTato says:
"N'n'no, tell me!" Ufo persisited, chuckling again a bit.
Linnie says:
"Nooothing!" She taunted, swishing her tail this way and that.
POTato says:
"Dun ma'e m'tickle y'outta it!" he said, moving towards her and brushing his tail against her to tickle her.
Linnie says:
"Hey! Nothing, it's nothing! Really."
POTato says:
"N'there's sometin' that'chure not tellin' me!"
Linnie says:
"Uhh... it's not important!" Denali pranced in place. She seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.
POTato says:
"Uh... Methinks dat y'want t'have foalies wif me?" Ufo asked, completely guessing by the way Denali was asking.
POTato says:
*Denali was acting.
Linnie says:
"Blunt!" she exclaimed, and burst out laughing.
POTato says:
"Was Oi roight?" he asked, this time laughing.
Linnie says:
"Maaybe," she continued to taunt. Then again, the idea appealed to her. She liked Ufo. He was different from many other stallions she had met, and she liked unique-ness.
((XP))
POTato says:
Ufo smiled slyly and waggled his butt a bit. Denali was a nice mare, of course. One thing bothered him though; if they were to have foals together, wouldn't there be clashing over which way to raise the foals: two-legged hating or two-legged loving? "Well maaybe... t'ain't goo' enough!" he joked.
Linnie says:
"What if you are!" Denali looked at him slyly again. Then the thought crossed her mind as well; how would they raise them? Maybe there was some way for teaching them halfway... that some two-legged's can be good, but they should be wary of ones they didn't know...
POTato says:
Ufo glanced back at the sand all around him, and realized that they were in the Emptiness. "Cen w'go soon? Oi dun loike it'ere."
Linnie says:
Denali looked around too, and an uneasyness of being lost stirred in the back of her mind. "yeah, let's get out of here."
POTato says:
The black dappled stallion climbed up the steep snad bank near him, his muscles bunching under his sleek coat. When he got back to the yurt area, he was thinking of taking a nice long nap... but he wasn't sure about it.
Linnie says:
Denali climbed up after him, careful not to take a wrong step and slip down.
POTato says:
"S'whoi me?" Ufo asked after a long moment of silence.
Linnie says:
"Why you? C'mon, you've got looks, you've got charm..." She nuzzled his neck fondly. "You're what I love in a stallion." Even though they haven't known each other long, she felt a strong connection to him.
POTato says:
Ufo smiled. "Y'know, y're wut Oi lurve 'n a mare too." He nuzzled her back and climbed over the last sand hill, eager to get back, out of the Emptiness.
Linnie says:
Denali as she saw the yurts, she relaxed. Nothing to worry about! She had never gotten lost, but she saw the confusion a lost horse can cause. She didn't want to experience that.
POTato says:
When Ufo saw the yurts, his stomach seemed to clench. His two-legged was standing outside of his home yurt with a face-rope, calling out his name. "Darn.." he said, trotting away from that area quickly. "Oi dun wanna g'there."
Linnie says:
Denali looked on worriedly, and followed after. She wasn't sure what to say. She never really experienced negative feelings towards two-leggeds. "Maybe you should try seeing your two-legged? Maybe it won't be as bad as you think? And if it is, I'm sure you could get away..."
POTato says:
Ufo turned back to Denali, a worried expression overwhelming his face. "Th' face-ropes 'urt me. Oi dun want 'em." He turned away from the two-legged again. "Maybe 'n toime, bu' not naow."
Linnie says:
"Maybe in time. Yes, it's good to take these things slowly..." She looked back, and then continued to follow.
POTato says:
Ufo tried to clear the thought of himself with a face-rope (( halter )) as he turned to Denali again. "Oi'm sorreh Oi dun loike me two-legged," he said, hanging his head low/
Linnie says:
"I know. It's okay." She didn't like seeing his worry in the least, so she tried to be comforting.
Arpee with Jawl (( ropin and riden ))
Took place on: 7.4.06
Page: 267
ropin and riden
After returning from her little run off into the desert with the two horses, Magi and Zable, Jawl found herself almost tired, or bored, or dreading... she honestly couldn't figure it out. She knew her caretaker would be angry with her for running off with the two inturders of the yurt, and she was still a bit spooked about what she was trying to do; ride on the bronze mare's back. Flaring her nostrils slightly Jawl tossed her head and sidestepped away from the direction of the yurt, she didn't want to get into trouble, and she wasn't sure if she could trust this human at all. Flinging her tail partly over her back the arabian went loping off away from her yurt once more, anything to bide her time.
Mimiru_13
Ufo arched his neck and pranced forward, his tail billowing out behind him and his mane being taken back by the wind. He flared his nostrils and stomped his left fore. But at what he was doing all of these things to, he had no clue. He looked at a yurt not far off, then saw a mare making her way away from it. Ufo looked on hopefully as she slowly got closer to him. So far, the only other horses he had met were Magi and Zable, and they were hardly fun anymore. "Erm... 'xcuse me, missy," Ufo called out to her. "M'name's Ufo, 'n' I no'iced y'were kinda upsetty lookin'. Y'okay?"
ropin and riden
The bronze mare was very unsure of her caretaker and the life she was leading, so her mind was on that subject... not where she was going. Even so, the smoothness of her muscles tensing and uncoiling made the ripples of bronze strike across her dappled coat; movement was never a problem for Jawl. In the midst of an engulfed mind a voice reached out to her and caught her by surprise, sending skittish hooves into a bit of shy. Surprised that she hadn't noticed anyone the mare quickly took a sweeping glance around her, spotting the stallion before she could smell him. "Oh, yeah I'm okay", she said with a bit of embarrisment at herself. Curious to his accent she stepped closer to get a better look at him. "Nice to meet ya Ufo, call me Jawl", she stopped a few yards in front of him, wondering whether or not it would be alright to get closer. Her breathing on the other hand, was deep and her chest was moving in and out as if she were huffing; it seems that had spooked her quite a bit.
Mimiru_13
Ufo laid his ears down submissively. "Oi'm deeply sorreh 'bout that, missy. Didn' mean t'spook ya." He stepped a bit closer to her, and reached out a bit to smell her properly. "Nice t'meet ya too." He stepped back again. After smelling the mare and the desert around him, his nostrils were itching with sand. "Pardo'me," he said quietly before he sneezed. He looked up at her again and smiled with his eyes. "Wha' brings ya out 'ere?"
ropin and riden
Having dark eyes scan over the stallion as he spoke Jawl bobbed her head slightly lower when he appolozised, though took the time to sniff at him once or twice when he close enough and doing the same. She was use to the sands though, and didn't see why he needed to sneeze, but spoke up anyway. "No problem", she always said that when someone sneezed and said soemthing before hand. Though with his question her hide twitched slightly and automatically her ears flicked back to listen behind her, just incase her caretaker had seen her run off again. When the bronze mare was certain the woman wasn't coming after her she returned her ears to their perked position, alert and ready to listen. "Well, just biding my time I guess. The last thing I want to do is get back to my yurt and end up either in trouble or having a two-legger try to ride me", with this a bit of her youthfulness shown in her words and her worries. You see she was young for a mare, and yet past the age where she should have been broken in already, so it was a frightening experiance.
Mimiru_13
Ufo furrowed his brow and almost spat when he heard the word two-legger. "Ach, Oi 'ate dem two-leggeds. Deys 'lways be a-tryin' t'ride us. T'ain't roight." He shook his head. "Deys tryta ride me alla th' time, but Oi says to them, Oi says 'N'way, n'how!'" He craned his neck around to peer at the vast emptiness behind him. He thought of countless horses, ridden out into the middle of the emptiness and left there to die. He thought of all of the colts and fillies born into that emptiness, where the only escape is death. He looked back towards the yurts. How he hated them so, but they eliminated the emptiness. He narrowed his eyes as a two-legged, his "owner," appeared from the yurt and walked into the yurt that Jawl had walked out of. "By th' way, sorreh 'bout th' accent. Tis not me fault."
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