Gentlemen Are Never Nice

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There seemed to be a little mischievous glint in the stallions eye. The same little glint that always floated around the sea of crystal blue. The same crystal blue that had a way of roaming, tugging their master where they desire. Where had they led him today? A place surrounded by pretty little wild flowers. And dames. Lots and lots of dames. That was exactly what Apollo was after today. Like every other day. It was what he lived for. Although he usually struck out. He was probably much too bold, or maybe word had gotten around about his seducing ways. A familiar smirk lit up on his muzzle as he pranced through. His presence left a golden stream behind him, the world seemed to light up under his hooves. Apollo didn't trot, walk or canter. Instead he pranced, his knees and head high with the familiar dorky smirk, eyes roaming over all the mares....
Stallions.

"Oh damn. Look at that cutey." I sent a little wink her way as I danced by her. An annoyed flip of her tail might as well have been a 'screw off', but I simply shook out my mane. Oh honey, if only you knew what you were missing out on! Dump the lame stallion you're with, spend a night with me instead! Besides, my little clones were always pretty. Not as pretty as me, but pretty enough. Not that I ever really, spent much time with them. Huh. Oh well, it was their dams fault! She probably shouldn't have been such a little cutey. I grinned and flipped my forelock over my eye, watching the mares. "Too old. Too young. Oh, gross, sweetheart, work out a little more. And you. You need to eat some more. Go find some ferns or something. I think I'd snap you in two." I rolled my eyes, prancing through as I pleased. My wings tucked by my side, although I was starting to get annoyed. Why wasn't anyone paying attention to me? Dammit! I was Apollo. Look at me dammit! I'm bright gold, prancing along, need I fly in the air and scream next? I snorted, pausing in the middle of the meadow. All of the mares kept their heads bent, eating happily, like I wasn't even there. Well, dammit, this was going to be a problem. I snorted and shook my head, frowning. And then I saw her, a little cutey down the meadow, away from the rest of the group. Well hello? An outsider were we? I snickered, spreading my wings and lifting in the air easily, landing behind her and posing perfectly. My head bent along with my right foreleg, wings stretched just perfectly, the sunlight glittering off of me. "Well. Hello sweet thing." I winked. She started, turning and snorting. "Great. Its you." Its me? No no no. That was wrong. It should be "Ohmygosh! Apollo! Its you!" I laughed softly with her cool remark. "Sweetheart, now now. Dont sound so bitter. " I collected myself, tucking my wings close to my body as I approached her side. Cockily I spread the closest one to her, wrapping it around her body, pulling her close to my side. " Come now. Wouldn't you like to court such a stallion?" I winked, tipping my head, my forelock falling over my head. "Augh. You stallions are all the same."[/i] She bit my neck and squealed, trotting away from me with an annoyed glare. I growled softly. Wait, I could growl? Hey, look at that! I chuckled and growled again, striking a 'lions' pose, stalking through the grass. "Fine bitch. You werent that cute anyways." My wings spread out as I called back to her, snorting and tossing my head. Stupid mares. Who did they think they were anyways? I was Apollo! Apollo for crying out loud! Not any regular stallion. No no no. But if she wanted to deny me, fine. She would come back. They always came back. I glanced over the rumps in front of me, snorting and shaking my head. Maybe I'd try again. Picking myself up from the ground I landed to the closest one near me, grinning as I tipped my head. "Hey sweetheart. Whats your name?"

Words: 705
Muse: Good
Character: Open
Extra: I'd be really amused if a stallion replied ;D I think Apollo'd shiat bricks. His posts'll get longer and better too. I havent posted in forever.
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[Elise]

Shiva
The last night you'll spend alone,
I'll wrap you in my arms and I won't let go
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Looking around, I was mildly confused as to where I was. What was this place full of. . . MARES!? I hadn’t realized just how many of them there were. My heart galloped in my chest, beating against my rib cage in an almost painful rhythm. This was bad. Very bad. Shifting my weight from side to side, I walked among them, keeping my lavender hued gaze locked on the jade green Earth. I couldn’t look at a single one of them. Well, I could, but my voice would not find me and I couldn’t speak a simple phrase to them. I was sure that I looked stony and cold as I walked by them, keeping my muscles tense and my eyes locked on the stripe of grass in front of me. This is how I had always been shy, but noble or at least I tried to think of myself as being noble. I wasn’t always sure that I really was. Letting out a long breath, I moved deeper into these lands, not making contact with anyone as I did so. It seemed wrong of me to be here and not speak a word, but what could I say? Introductions were not my forte.

My ears pricked up when I heard a masculine voice speak to me and I immediately pinned my ears and whirled to face this stranger. “Don’t call me sweetheart. I’m no mare, you ignorant fool! My name’s Shiva.” I spat the words sharply at the golden stud before realizing who it was I spoke to. Athena protect, I’d just back sassed Apollo; of all the equines to run into. My luck was turning sour and it seemed that it would forever be turning sour. There was no bright spot in my life. Apollo, you see, is my half-brother’s half-brother. Well, this was a family reunion of sorts now wasn’t it? I gulped down whatever fear had spiked up into my belly and leveled my pale gaze on the Sun God. Golden boy here was a fool if he thought his Godliness could hinder me from looking at him. Sure, some mares swooned when he spoke and many stallions avoided him, but hell, we were practically related so why should I be scared of him? That was a fool question and I knew it, but I couldn’t stop myself from asking it. It was just my dumb luck.

Teeth clutched together as I thought about my next move and soon my kissers part to emanate words of apology. “Forgive me, Apollo. I didn’t realize it was you I spoke so coldly to.” My teeth gnashed together with tightly leashed fury. I was a follower of Athena and as such I had grown bitter against the Big Three and those who followed them save for Rosto only because I had grown to care for the brave beast that he was. Apollo, however, was a womanizer. He monopolized mares like they were a harem just for him. He didn’t think that they could truly love the stallion they were with and I didn’t know any better myself, but I believed that some love was true. Some, but not all love. I was rattling on in my head now and I needed to focus. I was, after all, staring a God, all though he was a minor one, in the face. This was just plain stupid. I cast my gaze downward and looked up at him through my forelock, hoping that this would somehow appease the whoring fool that stood no more than a horse length away from me at present.

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Notes -- Rambled a little bit. . .
Muse -- Good

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Such long hocks, rounded hindquarters, defined flanks. She was perfect from this angle, and in reality that was the only angle I really cared about. However, imagine the surprise I got when she flipped around on me in the blink of an eye. And as it turns out, she was a he. His voice snarled at me as my lids fluttered with surprise, stumbling back until I thought I was practically sitting on my hindquarters with surprise. What the hell?! What was a stallion doing in these parts?! Most left when I came around! They knew far better! They never stood a chance, and he by far didn't. Especially with that snappy tone of his. My eyes narrowed. "Watch your tongue. It was an honest mistake." I flipped my skull up to the sky, my eyes closed. My wings stretched to the side, exhorting the extremity of my length and power. He should know just who he's talking to before he snaps like that. The stallion seemed to realize, defeated. An apology sounded through the air and I smirked with triumph. That was right, stud, you'll watch your tone around me. Great wings flapped by my side and tucked neatly against my body. What had he said his name was? Shelia? What a name for a stallion. I rolled my eyes, flipping my forelock clear from them with a heavy sigh. "Apology accepted." I stated, my voice and tone noble, glancing around the field at the mares who had picked up their heads to watch the excitement. I chuckled softly, nickering and winking to a few of them. Some turned away carelessly, others nickered and giggled in small groups.

My attention fell back to the stallion before me, his head hung low, soft purple eyes staring at me through his forelock. I snorted softly, lifting a brow and cocking my head. Just what was he doing? Was he one of those stallions? Or was he simply trying to appease me and act like he was so much lower below me? I chuckled softly. "Cut the act. We're even. I looked like a fool hitting on a stallion, you looked like an ass yelling at a God." I grinned softly, starting to slowly walk in a circle around him. My inside wing stretched, directly over the center of his back in the air as I walked the diameter around him. "Although. In my defense, you're not much of a stallion are you?" I lifted a brow as I circled back around his face, stalking easily in the same circle. "You haven't even had a mare yet, have you?" I chuckled lowly. "Poor little stud." I observed his features, taking in his stance. "Young too, arent you?" I snickered softly. He seemed, small. I knew he wasnt that small, but his stance, his personality. He seemed like the shy type, someone with no confidence. I came to a pause in front of him. "What was your name again boy? I lost it in all of the confusion." I grinned my signature grin, although I didn't know why I bothered. Maybe because I was on the verge of insulting everything he was. Or maybe it was because I took a little pity on him. What was I even doing? Playing with this child like he was a toy? I had mares to woo, a strong carnal desire that demanded to be fed. I sighed softly, placing my wing back against my body.

"I wont lie, or be nice. You're not much to look at. In fact, you're hardly anything at all. As a mare, well," I chuckled softly, "You already know. But you're a stallion. Yet you lack the certain, oh, whats the word I'm looking for? Shine? Charm? Confidence! That's it. Confidence. Look at you, bowing before me like some meager little servant." I snorted. Truth be told, I had no desire for a little servant like his type. Equines everywhere bowed their heads to me, but this one had a bit of spitfire in him. I simply knew there had to be a little more light to him, something seemed to be missing. Even if he wasn't a womanizer like yours truly, he should have at least been a little more strong and determined than he was. Such a weak, pathetic little thing that stood before me. I was ashamed that he had even filled my presence and caught my attention. "Come boy. How old are you anyways? Three? Well?" I was growing impatient, holding my head much higher than him. My own ego and confidence shone around me, he must have been intimidated by that at least. Easy there stud. You dont need to harass the child. Maybe he's just been weaned, you never know. I gave a heavy sigh, shaking out my mane as I waited for my questions to be answered. He wouldn't have long at this rate, before I simply pranced away. I had more interest in gathering a harem of mares for myself for the night anyways, not dealing with some little colt.


Words: 846
Muse: Good
Character: Shiva
Extra: He's a jerk.
'Apollos thoughts"
"Apollos Words"
"Others words"

[Elise]

Shiva
The last night you'll spend alone,
I'll wrap you in my arms and I won't let go
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A metallic taste touched my tongue and I rolled my eyes at him. God or not, he was a moron. I didn’t care what these mares thought of me. I never really cared. Sure, I was shy, but I still had balls. A hoof lifted and pawed the ground. Unlike most horses, I was powerless. Not in the sense that I couldn’t fight, but in the sense that I had no magic. I’d been born that way, which disappointed my mother almost as much as my blind brother had. Nostrils flared as my temper rose. I was not naturally an easily angered creature, but Apollo’s arrogance was wearying on me. I took a slow deep breath, chest filling with air before compressing once more. I stood tall and lifted my head high. I was a prideful creature. A flaw which would probably get me killed one of these days, but not today. I would not stand here and be the butt of this fool’s jokes. I was not a horse you jested at. I’d been known to give a good blow or two to those that got in my way. Sure, I had yet to reach my full potential, but one day I would shine as bright as the stars.

“At least I look like an ass and not a fool. Fools always fall on their faces, while asses usually get what they want in life.” A devil’s grin touched my kissers. It was not kind, but dark and cruel, a trait given to me by my mother. She had been a cold hearted bitch and well, I seemed to have gained a bit of her personality. While he was circling me, my ears pinned and I shot a leg out at him, hoping it would hit him, but figuring I would more than likely miss. “I’m more stallion than you. At least I have PRIDE, while you just go around screwing anything with a pulse.” My sharp retort hung in the air for a moment and some mares shot glances at me or one another. I didn’t answer his next question. It didn’t need a dignified answer. I could hold my own mysteries of I wanted to. It wasn’t like Apollo knew what my past had been like. He didn’t grow up with me. He was just another dumb luck stallion that was pissing my off. Well, I was going to piss on his parade and not answer.

Laughing, I tossed my head back, masculine tones flowing out in a dark melody of annoyance and defiance. “Shiva. You know, like the Hindu God; the destroyer of evil. My mother found it in the ruins of a human temple.” A smirk crossed my kissers, “It seems fitting after all. I hold no love for the Gods and the evils they spread, except Athena. She seems to be the only one with a head on her withers.” The words came out a wolfish snarl. I barked another laugh and tucked my chin to my chest, trying to stifle the sound. I turned those amethyst orbs on him. “And you have room to talk? I’ve seen many a palomino in my short life time. Really, at least I’m a more exciting color than you are with much more interesting markings. The only thing that makes you fun are those fluffy wings.” I said the word fluffy in a soft coo like a mother foal would to her foal when they got their first winter coat. It was meant to sound like and insult, not a compliment. Why be nice, when you could have some fun?

“Oh, I have confidence enough, but I thought I’d try and play nice. After all, you are a God, even if you are a stupid, whoring one.” I rolled my eyes and snorted softly, trying to restrain the laughter that wanted to bubble out of my throat. I knew I was probably taking this too far, but he was egging me on and I just didn’t have that kind of control. I hadn’t had years to sit around and deal with it, so I just wasn’t going to do that. I was going to stand up for myself. I’d always been that way when stallions had picked on me. It didn’t matter that he was a good bit taller than I was, I stood tall and proud as I stared him down with defiant, bright eyes. There was a flame there that only showed when I was impassioned or furious at the treatment that was being given to me or being given to others. Nostrils flared wide and for once, I looked like the war horse I could have been. How proud my mother would have been if she could see me now. She would have crowed with delight at my braze and bold stance.

Tossing my head sharply from side to side, I chuckled. “And what good will my age do you? It will tell you nothing of the things I have lived through.” The words came out sharp as daggers, but I continued one anyways, “Four; however it may please you, soon to be five.” I said the words as though I treasured them. It meant I had time still to live, time still to learn of all the things that seemed so far out of my reach right now. Like most, I wanted love, but unlike some I had held it once in my heart and lost it to a fate much worse than death.

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Muse -- Good

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Oh, he was part of the amusing bunch, wasn't he? My skull dipped to hide the smirk that tried to light up on my muzzle as I still circled him. "I never fall." I winked as my wings stretched out and fluffed by my sides, a little grin on my face as I watched him. I knew inside he was a little spitfire, just what did I have to do to provoke him, and how far would he take it? How many insults would he throw at me? What would he call me this time? Something original? Or the regular? A whore? An idiot? Worthless? Oh I couldn't wait to see what he'd throw my way. I could tell he was just trying to intimidate me and make me back off, the little cold tone to his voice, the dark smirk he wore. It could have made me fall over laughing. Did everyone feel the need to pull the same dark jester? Like a card in a deck? As if it would make me back off? I was Apollo, they needed to learn something new. He amused me more and more, and I let my mind wander away from the mares for a moment. "So, by you being the ass, that means you get what you usually want, right?" I mused over the idea. Mulled it through my brain, casting a sideways glance at him. "So why haven't you had a mare? Or do you just not like mares? Hm?" I winked. That'd piss him off for sure! I knew I'd get some sap line. Something about "I'm waiting for that special one" or something to that effect. Like I cared. "Oh, I'm not judging if you happen to roll that way. And I wont tell either." I winked again, my insides shaking with laughter that I kept hidden.

I was even more amused when the little stallion insulted my way of life. Ouch, I screwed anything with a pulse? I shook my head, chuckling softly. "Silly colt. Everyone knows I don't do dogs. Gross little beings they are. But otherwise, yes. Everything else is fair game, isn't it?" I laughed softly this time. Every blow he took on my rolled off my coat like water on oil. I was so amused by his little insults. Pride, who carried that anymore? He was a liar, I had yet to meet a prideful being. But I mused over it, letting himself consider whatever he wanted of himself. I dodged his blow easily, lightly taking my wing and tapping it on his back. "Ah-ah-ah. That's not playing very nicely, now is it?" I grinned, prancing to stand in front of him, shimmering like a beacon in the sunlight. Would he understand that I was simply amused? He was just a little toy? I was done answering and rebutting him, letting the little spitfire sass me however he wanted. I must have stoked his flames just right, considering earlier he had bowed his head, purple eyes begging me to forgive him. And here he was sassing me like he was Zeus himself. He mentioned Athena, and I let my thoughts draw on that. Mhm, what a dame that girl was. I'd tap that, fo' sure. I drew her out in my mind, fantasies running rampant as I finally caught the tail end of his sentence, something about his age being four. I blinked for a moment and tilted my head, watching him, grinning softly. "Are you done yet?"

Finally the rest of the conversation caught up with me, and I laughed softly once he was done, shaking my head and grinning. "Alright alright little spitfire. You sure have a temper on you, you know that?" I grinned wickedly. "I didn't think you start a little sass war so easily. But, I have no desire to sit here and banter with you Shiva. So just calm down." I grinned, my tail lashing between my hocks, tilting my head. "You're four, turning five. Still young enough to learn, yes? That's good. You cant teach an old dog new tricks, that's simply why I asked. And anything over six has it stuck in their head that they know what they're doing in life." I rolled my eyes, muttering idiots under my breath, glancing back at Shiva. He certainly was an interesting little stallion, I had to give him credit for that. Sharp, quick-witted. He'd make a fine protege for anyone. Did I have use for one? I wasn't quite sure. Would he want to follow in my footsteps? I laughed to myself. He practically hated me now! If I offered I was certain he would turn it down. "So. Let me get this right." I lifted a back hoof, stretching it over and bowing my head, scratching behind my ear. It was odd, but a careless gesture. I was obviously more than relaxed. "Hm. Your name is Shiva, named after some Hindu god your dam found. You obviously don't like her, considering you called her 'mother'. Anyone that says mother the way you do, obviously has issues. You're five, or turning five. Still a young thing. You must hate fluffy things, since you nagged on my wings." I pretended to pout, drawing my wings across my face, and then laughing loudly. "And now you obviously hate me. Which is no problem to me, I suppose you'll stay out of my path in the future, like all the other stallions do." I grinned, before it fell from my face. "Or will you be different? You seem like the type to be. I don't peg you to be cliche, maybe you'd like to learn a trick or two? Hmm? After all, no one in this land can pick up a dame like I can." I grinned with a wink. "Unfortunately as a 'whoring fool', I probably dont have anything else I can offer you." My skull lifted in the air, snubbing him, yawning widely, the sun between my lips as I did so. Although they had rolled off of me so easily, I felt he needed to do some apologizing. After all, I hadn't insulted him. Although I highly disagreed with his comment about our pelts. I shimmered like gold in the sun, I could be seen for miles, and I had a personality to match. He was far duller; but I supposed that was a matter of opinions. And I thought I had a god complex? Ha!

Words: 1082
Muse: Good
Character: Shiva
Extra: None.
'Apollos thoughts"
"Apollos Words"
"Others words"

[Elise]

Shiva
The last night you'll spend alone,
I'll wrap you in my arms and I won't let go
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Could this God be any more annoying? By Zeus, I was done with him; utterly and completely done with him. I wanted to up and walk away, but I knew I couldn’t. He was talking after all and I had been raised with manners, though they didn’t always shine through like they should have. I was growing bored of this game that he was playing. I didn’t like being someone’s entertainment. It always pissed me off and made me feel worthless. I was tired of that feeling. I wanted to be free of the ties that caused me to be someone so unworthy of life. I winced at my own thoughts, visibly showing it for the world to see. I knew who would have been angry with me for such thoughts. They were shameful. One should live as though it was their last day to see the sun or the moon rise. My eyes shifted away from the golden stallion and gazed longingly into the distance. “Life isn’t about how many mares you can get. It’s about living with no restraints.” The words flowed out of my vocals, sound philosophical as they parted from my kissers, “At least, that’s what my half-brother tells me.” I chuckled ruefully at the memories.

I sighed at his words, but said nothing. There was nothing to say to one who had not lived the life of a mortal. He would never understand the things that we lived through and suffered through. What was with this God? Most of them avoided mortals if they could. I mean, sure they bred with us, but that was about it. I’d never known one to take our kind for a forever mate. It just didn’t happen. I let out a held in breath and looked away from Apollo, eyes dull with my boredom. There was no reason for this conversation to continue. A coy smirk crossed my kissers, “Maybe. Maybe not. We’ll see how this goes and then decide if I’m done or not.” That was all I had to say to that question. I wasn’t sure I even wanted to answer of his other ones anymore. I rather liked going on into la la land rather than talking to him. At least my mind was much kinder to me than this creature was. I kept my eyes off of him as my mind began to wonder once more.

Really? Could he be anymore foal like? I didn’t want to listen to any of this. It sounded as though he was calling my brother an idiot. Sure, Rosto was well over six, but he could still learn new things. I knew for a fact that Rosto was always learning. With his lack of sight he needed to learn every day. I envied my brother that. A twinge of pain pierced my belly as I looked back at Apollo. Rosto, he wasn’t just my brother anymore. He was also Apollo’s even if he didn’t know it and suddenly words spilled from my kissers, “So, you’re saying even your brothers are idiots? Those over six anyways?” I snorted in disgust, “You have surely insulted me now, for we share a sibling and he is well over six, but one of the wisest horses I’ve ever met and he must learn each day to survive.” I hadn’t meant to say so much, it had all just slipped out without me realizing it. I gulped suddenly, hoping that more questions would not arise from my slip. I hadn’t meant to bring the most important equine to me up in this conversation. I never wanted to talk to anyone about Rosto.

You see, he may have been my brother, but he was also a son of Zeus. I was nothing, but a mortal next to him. Sure, I was handsome. I had a coat that was not common among us, but he was even rarer and he had a warm glow about him, as if lightening flashed under his coat with each breath he took and every muscle he shifted. His words brought me back from my slip, though and I turned away from him, ice forming in my eyes as I thought about the mare that had given birth to me, but never loved me. “She could care less about me and I could care less about her.” That was all I had to say to that. I was much too sensitive about her. It still caused fury to boil just under the surface at the mere thought of that vile piece of shit that wondered the Earth and had managed to attract Zeus’s attention. She was lucky and that was probably what made her bitter and cold. She couldn’t keep Zeus and so she would harm her eldest colt and break the heart of her youngest. She was a cold bitch.

“Yes, I hate fluffy things. They are unstallion like.” I retorted softly, still lost in a world that was dark and dangerous. I wasn’t even fully focusing on Apollo anymore. I couldn’t focus on him because the harder I tried, the deeper I was drawn into the place that I didn’t want to be right now. I wanted to be some place loved and protected, but I was always the one protecting others, not the other way around. I swallowed sharply, tasting the bitterness of my own emotions. I needed to stop this or I was going to turn out just like her. That snapped me out of my thoughts and I was now able to fully take in what Apollo was saying to me. “I’ve never much been one for following the trends, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to start whoring around like you either. So, I won’t be staying out of your way, but I won’t be following you around like a love struck foal either.” I grinned and added, “I follow Athena after all.” My gaze narrowed and I hoped with some luck, that he would just drop this subject and we could move onto something else.

I wasn’t about to apologize again and give him a bigger ego than he already had. The one piece of good advice I’d ever gotten from my mother was that you never wanted to let another get an ego so big that they just pissed the rest of the world off. It was a shameful waste when you had to kill them later on. Sure, I knew I couldn’t kill Apollo, but one could always dream about it, couldn’t they? How happy I would be if I could be rid of this pesky fly.

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Muse -- Good

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