Post by Sohtoh on Aug 26, 2010 0:06:35 GMT -5
Starring:
Virgil - Male Horse
Rigli - Male Horse
Setting:
Grassy Plains
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OOC NOTE: I guess technically neither Virgil or Rigli belong in the Dorado.. buuuut I thought this was an alright place to put this. If it needs to be moved, have at it. :]
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Rigli wanders along at an easy pace, pausing from time to time to scoop up a mouthful of grass to chew on as he walks. He's in no rush - been wandering for a fair while since last he had company, and while he'd be fond of having a bit - particularly before winter - he's not in so much of a rush as to overly exert himself whille looking. Without quite thinking about it, he picks the routes with the thickest grass, his brindled pelt helping to camouflage him from a casual glance.
Virgil hasn't been around these parts in a while. Most likely he'd been busy wandering around the mountain or whatever it was he wanted to see. Granted that he had no new scars or sores, apparently it went well. Back again though, the grulla stallion walks around the place as if he owns it, his head high and his steps rather heavy. If Sirocco was around, it was clear that he wasn't afraid of him coming up and pushing Virgil out of the land. Looking around, his dark brown eyes catch a glance at something that /looks/ kind of like the drying up grass, but also has an equid frame. Were his eyes playing tricks on him? Letting out a snort, Virgil begins to head in the direction of the strange grass-horse.
Rigli lifts up his head as the approach of another horse. Well, here's company all right... only question is what sort it'll turn out to be. Might as well start out with friendly, though... so he steps closer as well, moving into a spot where the grass is a bit shorter to reveal him more - though he does pick the slightly lower ground, minimizing his size. Strange, for a stallion.
Fortunately for the other male, Virgil was raised well enough to know not to go pickin' fights with strangers just because they had certain anatomical parts as well. But seeing that it /was/ a male, his ears perk and he tilts his head to one side in confusion, wondering why it was so.. submissive-ish towards his approach. "Hey!" He calls out, his voice neutral enough that it doesn't sound like a threat at all.
Rigli tilts his head, taking in all the details of the other horse that he can figure out, then giving his head a little toss. Submissive, well, not quite, but neither does he seem aggressive, either. Acts rather funny for a stallion, when it comes down to it. He takes another few steps forward, and gives a nod of his head. "Hey."
Keeping his expression neutral, Virgil takes a different route with the male, and instead of being outwardly friendly, he instead just kind of gets to the basic questions. "What're ya doin' all the way out here?" He asks, his tail flicking the last of the summer bugs away from his hind end. He may not appreciate the cold, but at least there weren't any more bugs.
Rigli's expression turns to a hopeful sort of smile. "Got lost, I did." A total lie, that. "Can't keep my head around me, in these plains... they all seem to look the same." That one's only half-true; he's not as familiar with the plains as he is the mountains, but he's got a pretty good sense of direction. "Don't suppose you'd know where... uhm, what was the name of the place again? White-summat?"
Nodding his head, Virgil fell for the lie as it seemed totally plausible for a confused horse to lose it's way around here. Kind of what he did, in a sense. He was just running in one direction and didn't go back, though. So, maybe not. "I hear ya, friend." He says kindly enough, though he doesn't break a grin, and he doesn't sound any more friendly than before. The name that the odd horse gives to 'the place' has the grulla completely bewildered though, and it shows. "White what?" He asks, and gives a shrug. "You know the names 'round here, you know more than me."
Rigli shakes his head. "Can't recall it right." That's because he invented it wholesale, of course. He can't quite hide how his ear perks up when he hears that this stallion doesn't know the area either, and then relaxes just a little, though he tries to conceal it with a slow shake of his head. "Huh. Maybe I oughta just get used to this stuff. Seems like I'm stuck with it."
It wasn't that Virgil wasn't familiar with the area; he was quite familiar witht he plains by now, as well as the more mountainous region. It was that he didn't bother to learn the names of said regions. They kind of named theirselves, he figured. But again, the odd male says something he doesn't quite understand. Not wanting to seem stupid though, Virgil finally gives a chuckle and nods his head. "There's a herd 'round here. Somewhere. Dunno if they'd take kind ta you 'er not. Prolly not. Stallion's just lookin' fer a fight most'a the time." That wasn't true, but Virgil could play the lying game just as well as the other!
The perk of Rigli's ears is rather more natural, this time around. "Is he, huh? Well, I got no interest in fighting... Might see, anyhow. Not like I'm any threat." Not too surprising he doesn't think he could take the other, a scrawny guy like him, but what sort of stallion /admits/ it? Or thinks that'll make a stallion more likely to allow him, instead of just chasing him off more easily? "Dunno, though... knew a few like those, and they can get real touchy 'bout their mares."
"Good." Virgil says rather abrubtly, and then explains further. "I think the best course'a action would be ta stay away from 'im. 'Till ya got some others ta back ya' up in a fight. He's a bigg'n. One'a them draft horses." Being out here all by himself after such a social life back with the gang of bandits had worn down on Virgil, and the chance to linger around other trouble-making stallions? Well, he couldn't pass that up.
Rigli listens earnestly to the explanation, nodding. There's a brief moment of confusion about 'draft' - confused about what one of those is doing here? Well, more that he just doesn't know the word. Something big, okay. He can run with that. Add it to the list of things he pretends to know. "Sure, sure..." he says, and considers a moment. "Course, the big guys, lots of times they're not so quick on their feet..." Sometimes, to his mind, all you need's a distraction. But then, he's a skirmisher sort.
He was right about that. Generally, the bigger the threat, the slower they were. But Sirocco was both big and fast. Not that he'd been chased off yet, but he'd seen how he could charge into an arguement and that served as warning enough. "Most'a the time. He's pretty fast, too." Grinning just a little bit, Virgil flicks his tail and gives a bored sort of sigh. "I bet those mares feel real safe with 'im." There's just a hint of menace in his voice, since he could only suppress the urge to steal mares for so long out here.
Rigli huhs, and nods. He chuckles softly at that little bit of threat Virgil's got for those mares, and gives his mane a toss. "Safe, well, I haven't heard of anywhere that's really safe. Just depends what length someone's got to head to get what he's after."
"Me neither." Virgil says, and looks off toward a different direction, beginning to get restless all the sudden. "Weeeellp. I'd best be off. Just 'member ta not get too close ta that big stallion. Otherwise.. I dunno. Maybe I'll see ya around." Maybe. Why he was so eager to leave, only Virgil really knew. A sudden bout of thirst, maybe? Probably. Either way, his gait away from Rigli was slow enough that he remembered that he didn't give his name. "Nice meetin' ya. Names Virgil, by the way." Of course, this was said as he was still walking away.
Rigli makes no move to follow, just nodding again at the warning, and then perking an ear at the belated introduction, nodding back. "Me, I'm Rig. Maybe I'll see you around. Maybe not." He shrugs, as though it's not important to him, and then begins ambling in a somewhat different direction.
Virgil - Male Horse
Rigli - Male Horse
Setting:
Grassy Plains
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OOC NOTE: I guess technically neither Virgil or Rigli belong in the Dorado.. buuuut I thought this was an alright place to put this. If it needs to be moved, have at it. :]
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Rigli wanders along at an easy pace, pausing from time to time to scoop up a mouthful of grass to chew on as he walks. He's in no rush - been wandering for a fair while since last he had company, and while he'd be fond of having a bit - particularly before winter - he's not in so much of a rush as to overly exert himself whille looking. Without quite thinking about it, he picks the routes with the thickest grass, his brindled pelt helping to camouflage him from a casual glance.
Virgil hasn't been around these parts in a while. Most likely he'd been busy wandering around the mountain or whatever it was he wanted to see. Granted that he had no new scars or sores, apparently it went well. Back again though, the grulla stallion walks around the place as if he owns it, his head high and his steps rather heavy. If Sirocco was around, it was clear that he wasn't afraid of him coming up and pushing Virgil out of the land. Looking around, his dark brown eyes catch a glance at something that /looks/ kind of like the drying up grass, but also has an equid frame. Were his eyes playing tricks on him? Letting out a snort, Virgil begins to head in the direction of the strange grass-horse.
Rigli lifts up his head as the approach of another horse. Well, here's company all right... only question is what sort it'll turn out to be. Might as well start out with friendly, though... so he steps closer as well, moving into a spot where the grass is a bit shorter to reveal him more - though he does pick the slightly lower ground, minimizing his size. Strange, for a stallion.
Fortunately for the other male, Virgil was raised well enough to know not to go pickin' fights with strangers just because they had certain anatomical parts as well. But seeing that it /was/ a male, his ears perk and he tilts his head to one side in confusion, wondering why it was so.. submissive-ish towards his approach. "Hey!" He calls out, his voice neutral enough that it doesn't sound like a threat at all.
Rigli tilts his head, taking in all the details of the other horse that he can figure out, then giving his head a little toss. Submissive, well, not quite, but neither does he seem aggressive, either. Acts rather funny for a stallion, when it comes down to it. He takes another few steps forward, and gives a nod of his head. "Hey."
Keeping his expression neutral, Virgil takes a different route with the male, and instead of being outwardly friendly, he instead just kind of gets to the basic questions. "What're ya doin' all the way out here?" He asks, his tail flicking the last of the summer bugs away from his hind end. He may not appreciate the cold, but at least there weren't any more bugs.
Rigli's expression turns to a hopeful sort of smile. "Got lost, I did." A total lie, that. "Can't keep my head around me, in these plains... they all seem to look the same." That one's only half-true; he's not as familiar with the plains as he is the mountains, but he's got a pretty good sense of direction. "Don't suppose you'd know where... uhm, what was the name of the place again? White-summat?"
Nodding his head, Virgil fell for the lie as it seemed totally plausible for a confused horse to lose it's way around here. Kind of what he did, in a sense. He was just running in one direction and didn't go back, though. So, maybe not. "I hear ya, friend." He says kindly enough, though he doesn't break a grin, and he doesn't sound any more friendly than before. The name that the odd horse gives to 'the place' has the grulla completely bewildered though, and it shows. "White what?" He asks, and gives a shrug. "You know the names 'round here, you know more than me."
Rigli shakes his head. "Can't recall it right." That's because he invented it wholesale, of course. He can't quite hide how his ear perks up when he hears that this stallion doesn't know the area either, and then relaxes just a little, though he tries to conceal it with a slow shake of his head. "Huh. Maybe I oughta just get used to this stuff. Seems like I'm stuck with it."
It wasn't that Virgil wasn't familiar with the area; he was quite familiar witht he plains by now, as well as the more mountainous region. It was that he didn't bother to learn the names of said regions. They kind of named theirselves, he figured. But again, the odd male says something he doesn't quite understand. Not wanting to seem stupid though, Virgil finally gives a chuckle and nods his head. "There's a herd 'round here. Somewhere. Dunno if they'd take kind ta you 'er not. Prolly not. Stallion's just lookin' fer a fight most'a the time." That wasn't true, but Virgil could play the lying game just as well as the other!
The perk of Rigli's ears is rather more natural, this time around. "Is he, huh? Well, I got no interest in fighting... Might see, anyhow. Not like I'm any threat." Not too surprising he doesn't think he could take the other, a scrawny guy like him, but what sort of stallion /admits/ it? Or thinks that'll make a stallion more likely to allow him, instead of just chasing him off more easily? "Dunno, though... knew a few like those, and they can get real touchy 'bout their mares."
"Good." Virgil says rather abrubtly, and then explains further. "I think the best course'a action would be ta stay away from 'im. 'Till ya got some others ta back ya' up in a fight. He's a bigg'n. One'a them draft horses." Being out here all by himself after such a social life back with the gang of bandits had worn down on Virgil, and the chance to linger around other trouble-making stallions? Well, he couldn't pass that up.
Rigli listens earnestly to the explanation, nodding. There's a brief moment of confusion about 'draft' - confused about what one of those is doing here? Well, more that he just doesn't know the word. Something big, okay. He can run with that. Add it to the list of things he pretends to know. "Sure, sure..." he says, and considers a moment. "Course, the big guys, lots of times they're not so quick on their feet..." Sometimes, to his mind, all you need's a distraction. But then, he's a skirmisher sort.
He was right about that. Generally, the bigger the threat, the slower they were. But Sirocco was both big and fast. Not that he'd been chased off yet, but he'd seen how he could charge into an arguement and that served as warning enough. "Most'a the time. He's pretty fast, too." Grinning just a little bit, Virgil flicks his tail and gives a bored sort of sigh. "I bet those mares feel real safe with 'im." There's just a hint of menace in his voice, since he could only suppress the urge to steal mares for so long out here.
Rigli huhs, and nods. He chuckles softly at that little bit of threat Virgil's got for those mares, and gives his mane a toss. "Safe, well, I haven't heard of anywhere that's really safe. Just depends what length someone's got to head to get what he's after."
"Me neither." Virgil says, and looks off toward a different direction, beginning to get restless all the sudden. "Weeeellp. I'd best be off. Just 'member ta not get too close ta that big stallion. Otherwise.. I dunno. Maybe I'll see ya around." Maybe. Why he was so eager to leave, only Virgil really knew. A sudden bout of thirst, maybe? Probably. Either way, his gait away from Rigli was slow enough that he remembered that he didn't give his name. "Nice meetin' ya. Names Virgil, by the way." Of course, this was said as he was still walking away.
Rigli makes no move to follow, just nodding again at the warning, and then perking an ear at the belated introduction, nodding back. "Me, I'm Rig. Maybe I'll see you around. Maybe not." He shrugs, as though it's not important to him, and then begins ambling in a somewhat different direction.