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Post by sylveadiff on Nov 19, 2013 22:47:33 GMT -5
Torren let loose a frusterated bray of dissent, as he furiously rolled on the sand of the beach. "Why? Why does seawater do this to me?" he snarled to no one in particular. The horse, whom was only as tall as a foal at most, looked absolutely rediculose. To be more precise, the undersized stallion's short mane and tail fur, which was a vibrant crimson, was sticking out in all directions.
The jet black coated stallion was interrupted only in pattern by white "anklet" socks above each hoof, a white crescent at the sholder, and a tuft of fur on the chest that was as frizzed currently as his mane. He rose and stomped his hooves into the sand, sending a tiny splash of the stuff flying in his wake. He leaped about in a way that could confuse a Lipizzaner in his frustration, before getting his hoof stuck firmly undernieth the sand.
The horse made some rather... unsavory statements that are not worth repeating.
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Post by Koosh on Nov 21, 2013 20:44:35 GMT -5
and if i claim to be a wise man, then it surely means that i don’t know.
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It wasn’t anything particular that was drawing Kalashnikov toward the Coast. After all, it had been over a year since he’d gone to stare at the ocean morosely. Perhaps it was nostalgia; he’d come a long way since that afternoon next to the sea, pondering the magic that imbued his limbs with a constant buzz of energy. Now, though, Kal was well beyond the stage of merely considering the possibility of mastering the element of electricity. Neck arched and ears pricked forward, the bastard Fjord’s each step seemed to crackle faintly with static as the charge in his hooves reacted with the silica in the sand. With a wry grin, he gave one rear hoof a particularly sharp stamp down, snorting softly in satisfaction as he lifted his flinty appendage away to see the fulgurite-like formation left behind. It was a crescent, same as his hoof’s imprint, but the sand was fused into a rough, glittering kind of coarse glass.
Entertained enough to be distracted, the stocky stallion didn’t even notice the other standing upon the sandy stretch of land until he was barely a dozen strides away. In a single glance, the elemental felt a quick wash of confusion, followed equally as fast by a lasting wave of amusement. What is this, some kind of a joke? The creature standing before him was foal-sized, after all, but with none of the awkward lankiness that came along with being a newborn. It was a stallion. Only... miniaturized. Shrunk. Diminished. Puny, Kal thought to himself with an audible chuckle. “Alright there, little one?” he rumbled in his thick bass voice. “Hope you’re not having some kind of seizure. ‘fraid I don’t have Resurrection skills to help you there.”
word count;: 293
music;: n/a
muse;: Fine.
tagged;: Torren [/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by sylveadiff on Nov 22, 2013 8:38:31 GMT -5
At 'little one,' the black-and-crimson horse stopped in his tracks. He turned towerds the much larger horse, tilting his head slightly to keep the sun out of his eyes, which were a reddish brown. " Depends, were you talking to me? Or to some undersized rat? " he asked, coolly.
The horse glared for an akward amount of time, Just then only to start laughing cautiously, probably at his own joke. He muttered something under his breath, then stated,. "I am fine. I-" He stopped, looked down, and shook his head quite roughly, which had the effect of tossing small sparks and grains of salt and sand in all directions. "-simply got too much salt in my fur." he smiled slightly, and took a step back.
While he resented the horse for calling him small, he knew that it was a fact, and as sorely as he would enjoy an argument right now, he did not want to offend someone who clearly had much more control over the same element.
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Post by Koosh on Nov 22, 2013 14:40:14 GMT -5
and if i claim to be a wise man, then it surely means that i don’t know.
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Ah, so the wee laddy speaks. How charming.
One chiseled brow arched in wry amusement, Kal let his charcoal tail sweep against each flank lightly. “You seem to be under the false impression that there’s a difference.” His voice was flat, and he was silently congratulating himself on the wittiness of the completely deadpan statement. A bubble of heat fizzed in his gut; there was just something about this pint-sized, salt-encrusted little pest that needled his temper in just the right way. A spark danced almost lazily up from one forehoof, snapping out of existence once it reached his shoulder. The dun stallion let out a snort. “It certainly doesn’t improve your looks any.”
With a mocking chuckle, the Fjord paced a few steps closer, eyes almost taunting, testing his wee companion. “What were you doing in the sea, anyway? A wave would drag a speck like you away in a heartbeat.” Kal deliberately drew close to the shorter male, making a show of tilting his head in order to look down at the other. The prospect of a spat - no matter how tiny his opponent was - had his blood up, heart beating a bit quicker in anticipation.
word count;: 200-ish
music;: n/a
muse;: Fine.
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Post by sylveadiff on Nov 22, 2013 16:57:43 GMT -5
" A speck like myself happens to enjoy swimming, Your statural heaviness," Torren said, an obvious bitter edge in his voice now. The tiny creature beared foxlike fangs, and stared directly into the eyes of the offending equine.
The red-maned horse turned now towerds the sea. snarling, he began back towerds the salt water. " If you're only here to cowerdly mock my size, then I dont have time for this." he said, now clearly enraged. Pitiful, Torren thought to himself. The coward makes no true point. "I allways thought YOUR kind was gullible and crude. Perhapse, with great size comes great idiocy? My name's Torren, by the way. Torren kiovar, and, no, im not a pony."
By this time he had backed up so far that his hind legs were touching the water. He'd wait and see what happened. Personally, the taller being seemed to be attempting to start a fight...
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Post by Koosh on Nov 24, 2013 17:21:07 GMT -5
and if i claim to be a wise man, then it surely means that i don’t know.
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Statural heaviness? Was that the best he could come up with in retort? And aside from that, was statural even a word? Codswallop. Rather than waste his time marveling at the tiny stallion’s “insult” - for he didn’t know if it could be called such - Kal just cocked his head, amber eyes watching the red-haired little creature spew vitriol left and right. “Such temper from such a small source,” he remarked, eyes rolling in annoyance as static crackled from his hooves. “Though since your head is so tiny, it must mean that your brain is as well, in order to fit.”
Despite all his talk of courage and cowardice, however, the pint-sized horse - or Torren as he seemed to call himself - was edging away, perhaps to not strain his neck trying to look Kal in the eye. “Ah, yes, well, if you are not a pony, then you must be a horse. And that’s what I call myself as well -” he gave a sharp snort of amusement, “- so you may have just called yourself ‘gullible and crude,’ which I might wager is true in your case, if not mine.” He gave a shake of his bi-colored mane and pressed forward another step or three. If this “Torren” wasn’t so opposed to swimming, he might just have to do some if he couldn’t handle standing within conversation range. My, my, all this fuss about height was making Kal rather more verbose than usual; it was rare for him to string so many sentences together in one go, but he was on a roll, now. “Kalashnikov,” he said simply in self-introduction, letting one hoof stamp into the sand so that a spark arced into the air with a sharp snap. “Why accuse me of cowardice, when you seem to be hardly brave yourself?”
word count;: 304
music;: n/a
muse;: Fine.
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Post by sylveadiff on Nov 24, 2013 17:40:01 GMT -5
"Because as I am of lesser threat to you as you are to me, and you appear to be actively be attempting to spark my anger, but have not lashed out yourself, I see no reason to approach. Aside from that, with great size seems to come great stench. How do you not make yourself sick by it?"
At this time, Torren had actually taken a step forewards, as he was being backed against the sea. The tide was coming in fast, or, it would be in a few minutes... "I preferr my battles be fought with wolves than horses, in fact." This was true. He was less timid around those whith whom no verbal speech was exchanged. He, under his own admittance, had no prejudice against height. He, simply, found little other fault with the tall stallion, and that bothered him.
He took a few more steps forewards untill he was barely a foot from the taller form.
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Post by Koosh on Dec 3, 2013 15:05:37 GMT -5
and if i claim to be a wise man, then it surely means that i don’t know.
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“Are you admitting that you’re weak?” A note of disbelief was clearly audible in the stocky stallion’s voice as he eyed the vastly smaller horse with a skeptical glance. “There’s your first mistake.” He shook his head, forelock flopping into his amber eyes. There was a bit of mocking in the snort that he released, but it seemed that little “Torren” here was going to sidestep every question with further insult. “Ladies first,” he rumbled with the faintest trace of a growl, ears slicking back. Wolves? What was that nonsense? The wolves of Aeon were monstrous, and far more deadly than any equine. Perhaps being so small has stunted his brain, pondered the Fjord to himself briefly.
If things were going to come to blows, he might have felt a little bad about striking one so small in stature... if not for his would-be opponent’s obvious lack of reason. Why bait someone you would openly admit is stronger than oneself? Lunacy.
word count;: enough :B
music;: n/a
muse;: Fine.
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Post by sylveadiff on Dec 3, 2013 16:53:07 GMT -5
"Nay, I am admitting that you seem likely to topple over and sit on someone with your immense weight. I have no quarrel with you other than the one you seem to have decided to start." Said the tiny horse, electricity crackling and forming visible arcs across his joints.
His ears were no longer pinned back, for he could no longer take this taller horse seriously. As he spoke, his unnatural fangs, gift of the rift, one might say, glinted with each word. The electrical hum gave an echoing quality to his voice, of slight annoyance to himself. He, allthough sorely wanting to charge forewards and attack then and there, hung back, waiting for a response. Things are getting interesting...
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Post by Koosh on Dec 3, 2013 22:49:17 GMT -5
and if i claim to be a wise man, then it surely means that i don’t know.
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The little stallion’s newest stab at an insult tore a semi-involuntary burst of laughter from Kalashnikov’s scarred mug. “Then perhaps you shouldn’t stand so close,” his voice snapped with an underlying tone of electric charge, sparks popping into existence up and down his legs as if in response to Torren’s own flickering arcs of power. “Here, let me move off for you; wouldn’t want your poor little legs to have to do any work. They almost look like they’d get stuck in that sand.” Giving a harsh, mocking snort, the dun stallion pivoted sharply away, deliberately letting his black and ivory tail whip toward the irate smaller male’s face. A spark to start a fire, perhaps?
word count;: enough :B
music;: n/a
muse;: Fine.
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Post by sylveadiff on Dec 3, 2013 23:16:08 GMT -5
Within a very short ammount of time of Kal turning, Torren reared up and thrust his front hooves into the ground, in such haveing turned and facing mostly away from and to an angle to his adversary.
He kicked hard with his hind legs at the taller horse, and while his weight didnt carry much force, you wouldnt have to be kicked to know that his hooves were rather sharp. Now he was getting angry. He had almost found the horse amusing awhile ago, but he was getting on the tiny beast's last nerve.
The electricity that ran throughout him had little power, but it's main function was to cancel out any repelling charge, should it hit. "That's part of the advantage to weighing less than a mountain lion. Your hooves would only sink when you wanted them to."
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