A punishment?

[.::.aleu.::.]

Storm Chaser

I had left the site where Tego had returned. Oh, how he knew when I had just cleared my mind of him. How? No matter. Right now all I need to think about is how Elitation will punish me for my plan. The plan that was...well, it sucked. I had no idea what I would have done if I had succeeded. Next time, I will have a better plan. Next time...I hope there isn't a next time...

[..Dream†Weaver..]

My blue eyes gazed towards the fate, my ears flicking forth and back alertly. Alongside me danced the little painted body of Marvianee. Her coat's spots were darker than mine, with black in her tail, whilst I remained strictly sorrel. My white legs carried me forth, my lengthy white tail licking the ground, my mane reaching my shoulders as I stopped before Storm Chaser. 'Lo there Storm Chaser. My voice rang out heavenly, the tones not interferred by anger at all. True, I had been infuriated by the mare's previous actions, but all was forgiven, for the mere fact the stallion Tego was unpredictable. Rubbing herself in his face might not have been the smoothest move, but surely there was an idea behind it, right? Hallo, Storm Chaser. Marvianee's voice rang out, for the first time before someone besides me or her sire.

[♠Elitation♠]

_{Audits layed upon my dial as I entered. Heavy blades stricking the litho. Feathers spitting up from the jerky movement. Whipcord snapping my barrel as I pulled up by Dreamweaver. I gave a shake to my dial and waited. Not ready to waste my breath upon the fate.}

|Elitation|

[.::.aleu.::.]

Storm Chaser

I stared to my hooves. It was a shameful thing I had done. I had acted out of disgust and when Tego had begun to read me, well, that couldn't happen. It is dangerous to be predictable. I am sincerely sorry, My Lord and Lady I said quietly. I looked to Marvianee who had spoken. To me? Quite strange, yes, but now I could only nod to the filly. I would have liked to speak with her on behalf of how she was and if she had made many friends, but now, unfortunately, it would have to wait.

[♠Elitation♠]

<sub>"As you should be."

My harsh vocals spat at her. I turn upon my haunches. I wasn't yet ready to talk to the fate. I placed my mug upon Marv's flank. Pillars soon carried my draft bodice away from them. Whipcord snapping here and there.</sub>

[♣Tego]

<sub>|OoC|I am playing my real horse, Rojo, this is how I would think the little man thinks, lol.|

†Look at him work it

†So..neutral lands, yeah, I guess I could make this my home, well, this was the royal lands, so I guess they didn't want me here, but these mindless morons should accept me. Oh, look, a babe, and then mister masculine, Mr.Big, Tough, Lord man. Mkay, whatever. I was the best slice of raw stud these neutrals had ever seen. Oh, he was a big boy, wasn't he, yeah I wasn't one of those little, fragile purebreds, I was the best d*mn mutt you could find. I arch my boa, letting my orbs scan over the little piece of babe. Yeah, not bad. Oh, kingy doesn't seem to happy, aw, little filly disappoint him? I trot over to him

No disrespect, but no lady should be spoken to that way

I hadn't introduced myself to "kingy" yet, but I believed a lady should be treated with more respect then any royal lord. I glance at the little bay.
† R O J O

† You like it, you love it, you want some more of it</sub>

[..Dream†Weaver..]

.x.Dance Like No One's Watching.x.
.x.DreamWeaver.x.

Icy blue eyes gazed over Storm, Elite and the newcomer, my nostrils inhaling deep but silent breaths of oxygen as I observed the trio. Marvianee had wandered off, and I hadn't known of her wereabouts, but my duties come first.. What's done is done, it's best to be forgotten. My voice was monotoned, distant sounding, as I stated my response to the fate's actions. I know there was more behind what you've done, so there's no need to explain. I understand perfectly. My gaze now strayed towards the newcomer, listening to his voice as it penetrated the settling silence, but no response formed at my lips. Normally I'd have pounced on a retort, but everything was amiss, hence my lack of caring.

My tail swept across my fetlocks, scraping the ground and dragging a few feet, relieving the topsoil of loose particles. Dainty hooves were squared up, neck arched beautifully, dished face held parallel with my chest. My forelock naturally covered one blue eye, the other gazing amungst the gathering boredly. Painted hide shimmered in the faintest of lights, the white vibrant and the brown a dazzling gleam, even though, at the moment, my persona didn't justify.

DreamWeaver

[♠Elitation♠]

<sub>"Well, then should I escort you off the lands?"

Harsh vocals spat at him. I gave a few flicks of my whipcord. Audits were lost in my coat. Dial snapped to see a miniscule brute. Ah, yes this gay chesnut colt thinks he can push me around. Guess again fat stuff.</sub>