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Cursed was all that was upon the dappled grey stallion’s mind as he tried to hide from another swoon of mares that seem to follow him everywhere… ’Why must they persist on following me?’ he wondered stepping out of his small hiding place to come facing a young human. Ears falling back, pale green eyes watched the human as she came closer, much closer then he wished. ’What does this two-legged want?’ Howi contemplated watching the white hared native before him. Noting that she was smiling, her pale blue eye seemed to sparkle as she stepped closer. ’Stop looking at me like that!’ Howi wanted to shout, he hated the ‘I want to give you a kiss’ look he was always attracting in every turn. Howi took a tentative step back away from the human that still came closer. With bushes at his back, a human to his front, Howi was trapped with no where to go. Realistically he could go left or right, but… He wasn’t thinking too clearly as the human kissed his velvety nose. His mind seemed to melt as the impulsion ot flee left as a soft blush entered his face. Frozen in his spot all he could think of was that it was all he could blame was the mistletoe.

-Mistletoe gave a swish of his luciously long tail, eyelashes batting as a charming grin doned his perfect muzzle. Deep whiney gracing the air as words slipped from him in a soft symphony, filtering into the ears of the unsuspecting mare. She was lovely.. her chocolatey brown coat, the soft little huffs of her breath crystilizing in the cold. But not nearly so lovely as he. Not that he expected her to be.

And so the game began, would it be easy or hard today. Would the kiss be given or stolen, a quick and playful taunt, or something of greater consequence. Would he have to try hard, to sway this mare with a tongue as silver as his mane was green, or would she simply melt beneath the silent smile that appeared before his words.

Silent she was, though that coy smile only strengthed his own, and as she turned to leave, he treked after her, hooves carrying a soft crunch in the snow, mistletoe rustling gently in the wind.

A silent game of chase, weaving through the snow flocked trees of the forest, a little ahead, a little behind, each meeting met with another confident smile. Heat rising from the two figures in crystilized heat, until finally they stopped, a deep breath uptaken by the mare, only to have it quickly exhaled as a brazen muzzle brushed against her own, soft kiss placed before she could stop it. But she didn't protest, oh no. Only a soft giggle as her eyes shyed and once more she drew forward. And this time the ivory and green stallion stay still, letting the mare leave as the dimming light shone against his pelt. A conquest quite certainly obtained, a shining coat to the already brillant ego of the festive male. He couldn't help it he was this irresistable. But he certainly wouldn't fight it.-

Perault sighed as he plowed his way through the snow, his gray dapple coat rippling with muscle as he moved. Today was like every other day, he'd wake up and find himself being chased after by mares because of the plants that adorned him. It wasn't like he didn't appreciate the affections of the mares, many of them were quite pretty, but that was all they wanted to do! How was he supposed to get to know mares if all they did was kiss him then run away? Sometimes, and only sometimes, did he regret allowing his mother to put these plants in his green curly locks. He loved his mother and she had been very kind to him, though she did giggle a bit after he put them on....and she could have told him what these plants were! How shocking was it when he had been a little colt, to suddenly be kissed by another filly? He had been stunned and greatly embarrased because of it, refusing to leave his mothers side for weeks in fear of seeing the filly again.

Besides, He just couldn't disapoint a mare. If they came up and actually asked him before kissing, well, he just couldn't refuse. He was gentleman, even though many a stallion's ego would be enormous from all the attention, he wasn't especially fond of it, merely used to the constant bouts of kissing. In truth, he'd rather just not have the plant things in his hair, but his mother had given them to him and shortly after that, she vanished.

No matter what, he wouldn't remove them, they were a part of him much like his mother had been. With another sigh, one that brought a mist to froth out in the frozen air he trotted through the snow, resigned to the day that would come.

[broken up a bit, I apologize if this breaks the rule.]

Kisses… Kisses! That’s all he got when he went out. At first he really didn’t mind. It made me happy, and feels good about him. Now it was at that point where he wasn’t sure if the others saw him as him, rather then “oh look mistletoe!” His human friend Meika had offered the best advice she could but he still didn’t feel very good about this. He knew he was attractive but what about his personality? Did anyone else actually care about that? He knew some of his friends took notice and always says he was very kind. But he just hated that feeling of being… famous and standing out at times. When he wanted his alone time, or time with those important to him, all he got were the mares giving him kisses. What he had a mate? Ugh! - These were the thoughts that slipped through the males mind as he clopped down the path. He was a confident male. He no longer shied from the kisses. If anything he had gotten impatient with them. Meika had been waiting for him and she shook her head some. “You know you ought to appreciate the attention. Use it to your advantage to get things done, and do the right things you know?” She smiled petting his back lightly. She was right, he could do that. That was a different way to look at it. He had never thought of this as a gift. He just never bothered to do anything about it. He neighed some and nibbled over at the human girl happily having been able to heed her advice. Being a ladies man had a good side to it. Just needed to know how to manipulate the- it.

Tobias really, truly loved this stream. He got to meet so many interesting Soquilis there, and the mares...well, the mares couldn't resist his charm. He was getting older, and as a result sometimes had to *gasp* turn them down. He didn't want to get into fights with other stallions as much anymore, and he knew that might happen if he picked the wrong mare. He especially hated the ones that wanted to tie him down forever--why would he do that when he could just talk about one night? Tobias was a flirt, and a rowdy boy, but underneath it all there was still a Soquili who respected others, especially the Soquilis that guarded the village from kalonas and other nasties. But for now, there was the stream to consider, and he really loved this stream.

Mint green eyes peaked out from behind the large old tree, brow lowered slightly. Looks like he’s lost the mare. Barely, she’d been more precocious the most of them, tailing him for a long time. Apparently the stream did its job though, hiding his scent enough for the rather weak hiding space to be effective. He stepped back again, sighing with relief as a slightly less worried expression smoothes itself over his face. A cool wind sprung up suddenly, rustling through the mistletoe, as if reminding him of its presence. ‘It will keep you safe.’ He snorted, an annoyed look coming on him at the memory. He couldn’t bring himself to remove the sprigs of greenery buried in his mane, though, as carefully tied there as they had been by the bright red ribbons. ‘Don’t take them out, okay? I don’t want you to get hurt,’ she had said, brow furrowed as she knotted the bows again with those strange paws only humans had, long brown hair covering her face. No, he couldn’t’ take them out; it wasn’t their fault that this kept happening to him. Or so he kept saying, but ever since they’d first been tied on he’d been so frequently harried by overly-enthusiastic mares that he was beginning to doubt himself. The plant was supposed to keep trouble away from him, but it seemed to be doing the opposite, landing him with more nuzzles and kisses then he knew what to do with. And he didn’t’ appreciate it. He’d never been comfortable with contact, especially by those he didn’t know, and he didn’t know these girls who seemed to find him, coming out of the woodwork, flirting and affectionate. He didn’t think he was quite deserving of that attention, and he let out another snort as he attempted to push the thought out of his young mind, attempting to think of other things. Perhaps the next place he went would be better, free of trouble in the form of accidents and females, a nice place to sleep and fresh grass to eat. Hopefully. He shook his head, already doubting it as he turned away from the stream, eying distant mountains as his hooves carried him across the grass, wind still tugging wistfully at the mistletoe.

Finally having a moment's peace, Miste reflected on the busy day he'd just had. It felt like almost every mare had to be around him, had to have his attention - not that ti was a bad thing, ut sometimes it was hard to get a bit fo peace. Also, the looks from other stallions was a bit unnerving - he didn't want to fight, or steal someoen's mare, he just couldn't help the ladies were attracted to him! He liked attention, that much was true, but ... well, the good attention. Only a few days back he'd almost been in a fight with a much larger, stronger stallion who was almost intent on crushing his skull in just because 'his lady' was talking to him and snuggled a moment. He hadn't asked her to! He sighed a moment, wondering if he'd ever find a mare he could cherish and call his own, and settle into a quieter time - one where he could be admired and adored, without so much snuggly from the ladies all the time getting him in trouble!