{BeDazzled} and [Amazed]

[Santiago]

. B E D A Z Z L E D |:.

The gleaming coat could be seen from miles. She was an arab, and a young one at that. Only being a year old, she was on her own, and causing many horrible things to happen to her. She had been bit, scratched, and charged at for her weakness, and she felt it was time to find a mate and a hopefully permanent home. Slowing down from a graceful lope to a prancy walk, the fae took in the scent of everything around, to not forget it. Finally, a halt was made and a sweet, filly-like whinny was made for a steed.

She wasn't a flirty type mare, but instead, the type of mare to not get along too well with other females. Instead, she enjoyed the company of stallions and leaders whom were interested in her, just as a friend, nothing more. A sudden flinch was made in her flank and her tail whipped the pest away. Finding it quite bored, the impatience got the best of her and she picked up an extended trot, prancing around the large, open meadow in a lonely dance. Bucking and rearing playfully she enjoyed herself as the time seemed to fly by and the sky began turning darker. Had it been that long? She made another halt and gave a full-out rear, once more whinnying for a leader to come take her home. Figuring it wouldn't be till morning, she began grazing in the setting sun, and beautiful and once-in-a-lifetime picture.

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×× j.oker
he's left you penniless
you look at his face
and he's laughin.g ××

They always had to be beautiful, didn't they? They couldn't ever stand being less pretty pretty, being less flaunty. They couldn't ever hold a flicker of sense in their pretty little heads, not one thought but of love, and foaling. They couldn't ever understand that foaling was not a light matter. It was not a result of love. They couldn't ever see that there were equines that held a less delicate life than they, horses that had to fight the rats for food. Such mares made him want to retch; in fact, he would've spat at them if he wasn't going to use them. Them and their big, lazy bums, always dragging the sun from one end of the earth to another, always dragging the wind with them so they could pamper their manes, so the sun could give them sparkle decor for their eyes and add shine to their always glistening, pure black/white pelts. He hated such. When he'd been in love with that one mare, she was not pretty. In fact, she'd had an ear torn off and even a misplaced eye, and a paralyzed leg. She was snappy and brutal. But she had sense, something that had appealed to him. The thing that made him love her. If only all mares could've had her sensibility.

He sauntered into the lands, trying to ignore the itch in his thoughts. He'd lived with that itch for two years now. It made him mad, always wanting to scratch that itch, but horrified of what would pour out if that itch was scratched too hard. All he knew was that it would be something much worse than blood. I dont' need anyone to fix my itch, he kept telling himself. She's gone. Dead. She won't come back, he thought brutally. Deal with it. With a sober expression he marched into the lands again, ignoring the itch. Not far away, something made his ears perk. It was a call. It came from a gleaming white pelt. Already in a bad mood, he switched directions, ready to give the annoying little whiner a piece of his mind.

He saw her prance her little girly dance, considerably annoyed by who knows what. Certainly, he'd recently claimed a land, and a very cool land at that; much better than this fart of a piece of earth. He knew he should be proud. But right now he was just irritable, since he'd also experienced some of the 'welcome pranks' that the tricky little devils of creatures played on new masters. That, and the itch. "Oi!" he called out to her, his voice hoarse from the long howl of claimence last night. Prickly flies pierced the soft flesh of his hind quarters; he swung his britches hairs with more force than necessary, slapping the pests flat and vigorously swiping them off his butt. "You there!" I just hope that I won't have to be treated to an everlasting, graceful little dance from her if she chooses to ignore me. If she does, then I'll just leave. No need to have to compare her to... her.

[Santiago]

. B E D A Z Z L E D |:.

She was still a filly, and quite playful when it came to strangers and meeting someone new. But at the same time, she was always mature about it, never trying to catch attention on herself, even for her young age. Instead, the attention was mostly on her when she didn't even know it. Many times, she'd get lost in her dance or song and not even notice those who watched. But this time was a different time. The setting sun made her coat gleam in the moonlight. Harks twitched forward at the caller, a suiter? Surely he wasn't the type to claim a mare just for the fun of it, she sensed that immediately. Already, her heart seemed to sink into his. But showing no emotions she half-reared and called out in response to the lord.
Aye!
She replied, a young, innocent voice was heard for the knight. She stayed where she was. She'd let him come to her. Arabian dome swung side to side in greetings towards the lord. She'd make an acquaintance the proper way. Nares flared inward and out, taking in the steed's scent so not to loose it. She wasn't surprised to have a stallion show up so early. She was quite used to it, and enjoyed stallions' company. But this one seemed different. What was it?

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j.oker
he's left you penniless
you look at his face
and he's laughin.g

Ah, he thought, so she's the type of mare that's beautiful, but doesn't know it, and just seems to flaunt the beauty anyway. Let me guess; she has a wonderful personality. Not caring about position, or so she says. They never meant it, curious little devils. They always assumed that every handsome stallion they met was some strong, shining knight in silver armor who weld a heart of gold and a sword of whatever other shiny metal there was. Now naive could anyone get? He gave a snort of recognition, and didn't stop his trot until he was a yard away from her. He didn't care if she felt this was disrespectful; screw her dignity. He gave a mental sigh. Women.

The high, screechy, youthy voice cut into his aggravation, making it split and become double. He looked down his nose in disdain; the light always struck their pelts so it glowed like moonlight or silver or whatever other rubbish they used to describe their pretty coats. He gave a mental snort. She never did bother to catch the light for her pelt; heck, she never bothered to keep it clean anyways. Her. The one female he'd ever loved, besides his mother. What what was closest to love, for it wasn't requitted for long. He stared her in the eye, forcing his will upon her. Of course, then her 'fiesty' side would surface and she'd try to spit back into his face, or she'd try to play his game and attempt to beat him at it. Though, not many mares were too good at the Quiet Game. At the sound of her immature 'Aye', he gave another snort and barked into her face, "Stop dancing like a needle-bumed pixie!" Unable to help himself, he added a "Gosh!" after that. Show her pretty little face that not all stallions were nice knights at the command.

[Santiago]

. B E D A Z Z L E D |:.

It was at that point when she realized he was definitely different. A bit too different for her. He was only out to gain a strong and mighty herd, even if he says he isn't. If he hated mares so much why bother coming over to one in the first place? She continued to show know emotion towards him. She'd say nothing, even if he showed no respect whatsoever. She could live without. But a first impression like that would definitely have someone on your tail and hating you for the rest of their lives. He's just heartbroken and it needs to be patched up. the white arabian breed told herself. But she wouldn't dare try. If this fool thought he scared her, he would think again. She gave a snort towards him, but showed respect all at the same time, showing how he didn't frighten her, and if he wasn't even trying, then what else was he here for? Surely not to force her into some rotten land and become a brood for his liking. He didn't seem like that type at all. Of course, why does everyone have to have a certain 'type'. Why couldn't we all just get along nicely instead of picking fights or trying to be better than everyone else. She wasn't the 'type' to gain attention or show off. Instead, she was just a young yearling on the look out for some adventure, until some fool like this one blocks her way. She didn't back away, nor scoot closer. He could do whatever he wanted to her, and she'd show that she could stick up for herself. But until then, she'd remain silent and unheard towards this fool.

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j.oker
he's left you penniless
you look at his face
and he's laughin.g

She continued to stare at him with eyes that showed no emotion. Pfft. It's what they always did, if they weren't ready to spit some insult at him for being a bigheaded loony or whatever. They call him fool, and he'd grin his wicked grin, and tell them sweetly that it takes one to know one. Let her think she was strong. Let her think she was good enough independant. See how well she could cope with her naiiveness. Really, what did they expect? There were all different varieties. Joker just happened not to be the noble steeded knight. And it wasn't really that he hated mares or disliked them; it was just how they held themselves so glass-like that irked him, how, in their pretty little heads, they thought the world should be equal and justice should be served. Petty little dreams that would take the world nowhere. Not that Joker was trying to be pessimistic. He was just a realist. And he stood naught for dreams.

First impressions. Joker didn't believe in such tedious things. Why, in heaven's name, did certain scatterbrained horses have to make a big deal out of every little thing? Oh, walking is so powerful, it takes you places. Oh, roses are pretty but they have thorns, don't get ouched. Oh, eyes show emotion, they talk without mouths. Oh, expression is so important, it lets us look into their minds. Seriously. If you wanted to look at someone's mind, cut the top of their heads off and there you are, you're looking at a brain. A bloody view, no doubt, but it's not like I did it. It was the same with first impressions. You can't tell anything by a first impression. Anything to assumed a 'fact' about someone based on a first impression was a fool. Who's to say that your muderer won't be a kind-faced girl with soft skin and big blue eyes? Who's to say that the fat, violent kid all alone in the corner might actually be misunderstood genius living with horrible circumstances? Can you really assume that your spouse is always crabby when they're simply just tired on Monday morning? First impressions are what creates quarrel and disagreement. They are the evidence to draw on when accusing, when they really don't mean anything at all. You can't just assume that Joker is some bear of a dark based on a first impression. Really, deep inside, he can be quite sweet, if you had the will to hang around with him for a while.

He glared at her, his gaze burrowing into hers, holding a semi-disgusted look on his face as his eyes stayed a placid grey. Not that they were about to change in any way, anyway. "Do you think that every stallion is a knight or a Satan's son?" he told her in a hoarse whisper. He could tell that she would be a one to think that. He almost laughed at her face. Not her cosmetic features, but just her Arab face. The shape of it. To steal a quote from a horse he knew, he would ask of it as, Why, in everywhere I go, do I see horse with faces that look like they've had dishes smashed into the sides of their heads?

[Santiago]

. B E D A Z Z L E D |:.

Why judge a 'quine by the looks? It's not like you could plan your whole feature and make yourself look exactly like you want to. Sure, she didn't think the arabian dish was pretty either, but once again, he just judged a horse by first impression. Hah! She didn't look away from the steed and listened closely to his question. Was this supposed to be a test? What was he out to look for? A maid? A brood? Or perhaps he's just out to gain a slave. But for some reason, that's not what Dazzle was thinking about. He didn't seem like he leaned towards the darkened side of things. He's just selfish. The perfect word for him. He didn't think about how others felt and only that about him. Why was that? I guess each 'quine has it's own different personality. The thought suddenly disappeared as she was reminded of the question. Is he going to leave if she said the wrong thing? Or is he going to be a bit more interested? She thought about her actions before doing them, hoping that if she did the wrong thing, nothing bad would happen.
I do not. Every 'quine has their own believing. No use in following a certain formula to make others like you.

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For a one year old, she thought her answer was quite mature and honest. But then, the another thought came to mind. That what she said was true, but she never realized it before. It was true, each 'quine really did have their own way of living. Some chose to follow and some choose to follow their own path. This stallion was the one who didn't follow either. He would do what he wanted when he wanted. She could already tell that. Though even if he did 'claim' her, she could take him. She wouldn't be living a life of dread and sorrow. She'd make the best of it.[/blockquote][/size][/center]

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j.oker
he's left you penniless
you look at his face
and he's laughin.g

Did she think it was a test? How foolhardy. It was so unbelievably dense how equines always sought to test each other's strengths, just so they could see if this horse was a threat or not. Who cares? You're just one little piece in a whole world of life. No one cares if you broke up with that stunningly beautiful girl. No one gives a d.amn if you just lost a million gambling. They'd just say it serves you right. And it does. If anyone was thick enough to gamble, then they got their 'just dessert', as some sassy mares might put it. And those who were insistant on trusting our little Joker here, they were going to get their just reward. For he gave not the smallest rat turd to anything that didn't concern him. He was his own love. He refused to give anything if he wouldn't gain profit. He was cheap, greedy, and uncaring. But not bad decency-wise. No, never that bad.

Does she think she's being special? Or mature, giving him the answer with that supposedly unreadable face on her smug little muzzle? It made him itch to give her a whack with his head, if he weren't worried for the loss of brain cells. Yes, he has a brain. It might surprise you, but then, he'd be dead if he didn't, dunghead. Like that answer. What kind of crap was that? When he asked her that question, she told him to shut his trap or she'd give him an experience that he'd regret. And she did. She was 'unique' as you'd call it. She was different. She was strong in mind, soul, and heart. She was straightforward, and also had some kind of answer ready. She didn't care about being vulgar; she was like that much of the time. She was certainly much different than this little mite. Cheeky thing. She and her little army of lights, creating morales and trying to pry the secrets of the universe from the tiniest things they did in the past. Those were just ideas, like right and wrong. Those things don't exist. They're just some wild leash created by humans to use on others. A disease that spread to horses, what with all this light dark rubbish. Really.

"You're not at all unique, let me assure you,"[/b] he drawled. "Perhaps I've had about six and a half mares try to tell me so in my lifetime. They were never so much as interesting as a dry stick, personality-wise. Don't think I'm supposing you're any different." She'd have to prove that, wouldn't she?[/size]

[Santiago]

. B E D A Z Z L E D |:.

I'm not supposing anything.

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She was quick to reply. Rude and inconsiderate he was, but for some reason, she liked that about him. She could take the insults it didn't matter much to her. And she could tell that it wouldn't mean much to him if she made an insult. Six and a half? she thought to herself. The thought wasn't shown towards this stallion. But that just didn't make sense. She looked away from the steed, thinking that she should just walk away from this whole ridiculous matter. What was he trying to do? She sighed a sign of impatience. He could insult her all he wanted. It didn't matter much to her. But she wouldn't start a fight either like he was trying to do. It needed, she would walk away from it all, hoping to never see him again. Also, if he invited her to his home, she'd go. She wouldn't disagree. At least it was a home. But at the moment, it didn't seem like he was that way to invite a mare. He just needed someone who was 'unique' as he put it. She'd stand on the sidelines, doing perfectly fine. She didn't need anyone, but he did.[/blockquote][/size][/center]

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j.oker
he's left you penniless
you look at his face
and he's laughin.g

She thought maybe he wanted a fight? Oh, he'd had this assumption many times. Why could horses never handle a view that contradicted theirs? Joker wasn't afraid to speak his mind. He'd hand out his opinion, and those horses would balk and start yammering about how down right wrong he was and how superiorily right their own view was. It just proved how much more arrogant they were than he; Joker was a humble lad, down at heart. Really. And if she thought he was going to invite her to his land, well, maybe she was right, maybe she was wrong. He was considering; maybe she wasn't so bad. Perhaps, if he could persuade her to let go of this naive trash she'd built up over the years about fairness and equality, and invite in new views while living on his lake, he could really take to her. In a friendly way. Though that rarely ever happened, he still held hope at times. He still hoped that there might be just one more mare like her on this earth, as funny and sarcastic as it may get.

Six and a half, that's what he'd said. Six mares. And half a mare. A female stranded on the road of fillydom to maredom. The most foolhardy one. She'd annoyed him so much, he wished she'd just fall off a cliff and drown. Or something. He hoped and hoped that he'd never meet a mare like her again, but it seemed there were many of them out there, like a swarm of bloodsuckers. But maybe it'd be safe to say that this girl was not like that; for all the cheek, he could tell that maybe, just maybe, she had some sense in her too. Not saying that it was much, though. Just. Some. "Good. Then don't." he replied gruffly.

He watched her expression, one still in that unfeasable mode that made him want to break it. As he studied her face, her funny, Arabian face, he realized he didn't know her name. Not that he was going to ask for it with all the holy 'mlady's and 'fair maiden's. Like calling a girl a maid. So. Freaking. Annoying. "Joker." He said roughly. "Of the Devious Lake." If she couldn't tell he was implying his name, then screw her, he'd leave.

[Santiago]

. B E D A Z Z L E D |:.

She looked back at the steed when he spoke after what seemed like an extremely long moment of silence. What was he thinking at that moment? Was it a happy thought? Or an evil? Surely he was thinking about her and what he could do with her. She listened to the name and wondered if his name expressed part of his personality, unlike hers. But so far, Joker seemed to fit his personality. But she figured they are just now meeting for the first time, so why judge a horse by first impression?
I'm Bedazzled. Dazzle for short.

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She hoped he didn't assume that he though she was spectacular just by hearing her name. She was pushy sometimes, but only when needed. She could stick up for herself, even at her young age of one. Devious Lake? It sounded a bit evil for a light land. Was it a light land? If it wasn't, it wouldn't matter much. She wasn't picky about anything really. She'd take life as it came to her, even if it got her in trouble. She could always stick up for herself. She wasn't scared to speak her mind either, but most of the time, chose not to. That's why she kind of appealed to this Joker stallion. Gaze looked at the steed. Her emotions began to show, but why?[/blockquote][/size][/center]

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joker
he's left you penniless
you look at his face
and he's laughing

Your face is bedazzled. So is your mom, and your mom's face. You're all bedazzled, that's what, and your brains are mush. Well, cut the crap with that face. What a stupid face. A dish-slap face. Argh. Shut up, you idiotic brain. Shut up and leave me alone. Thinking sucks. I hate debating. Mm... Was what he thought. Yes, he has sudden spurts of thought at times, whenever he feels itchy, or crabby, or just plain tired and not able to put up with any crap. Which is oftentimes.

Lights are piteous. They change their thoughts so quickly just to impress. No sense of self-respect, them. Either that or too much. They want to fascinate, and amaze. And then other humor them, out of manners. Manners. Where do they get you in this world? In a sympathetic position. Where all the lights go. In a happy little of love love and flowers and ZOMG HAPPY FUN CLOUDS AND SUMMER BUTTERFLIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Have they no other thought in their minds other than love, foals, land, fighting, and weather? Darks were maybe a bit more philosophocal, but still their thoughts were mainly about fights, killing, blood, foaling, land, and shadows or whatever. It was best to be neutral, where you could think anything and be what you want without others looking down their long noses at you. And that mood swing stuff people make up about neutrals? Completely stereotypical. We are who we are, and they can't accept that, he thought. Like her, maybe. But she'll change her mind soon enough, if she decides to follow. She'll have to.

Well, I suppose I ought to get this over with. No sense in loitering. "Okay." One syllable. He looked her in the eye, seeking no forgiveness for his rough behaviour, seeking no angel, just an acquaintance and a member for his small land. "Now that we're introduced, Bedazzled (what a mouthful), and you need some home, and I need some companions, I suppose I should invite you to my Lake," he said, stuffing in unneeded details. He wondered what was the best way to do this, and settled for just being straightforward. After a short pause, he added, "So I guess you're invited." Just don't squeal or thank me or anything.

[Santiago]

. B E D A Z Z L E D |:.

She watched where his eye went. Oh how she wished she knew what he was thinking then and there. He didn't seem very kind, and very rude, selfish, and greedy. But all he needed was someone. And she was that someone. But what was she to do with a rude brute like this one? And what would living with him be like? Will she be a slave mare? Or perhaps and maiden of his liking. Whatever it was he needed her for, it was a home, so why not accept it? Of course, there's another question to that. Why accept it? Just to make the steed feel good about himself to half a young, year old filly mare being under his command? But, maybe he wasn't like that.

So many thoughts went through her mind but she was mature enough to not start asking questions. Companion? Is that what he called it? Companionship? Stupid. Ridiculous. She was nothing to him but a dieing bird. Why should she bother being under his command when all he needed was a companion? A snort escaped her pinked nostrils but she stepped forward, looking him back in the eye. This was no threat, just out to see what he was really thinking.
I accept.

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She said, swishing her tail. No use in being all lovie dovie with this kind of stuff. What was the point of being 'claimed' anyways? It was stupid. Why can't each horse just live where they want when they want? Instead, mares are sometimes forced to stay in one spot the rest of their lives. Stupid. Life was pointless.[/center][/size][/blockquote]

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joker
he's left you penniless
you look at his face
and he's laughing smiling

You know, sometimes joekr really could feel for the mares. However much he scorned their shallow ways, he could still know about feelings about being second-best. Joker, he hated being second-best. He hated doing things against his will. He knew what it felt like being a slave. This had never happened in his past, being a sort of slave, but he'd experienced it in a dream. Somehow, he'd mustered a considerable amount of reality into his dreams, and he'd dreamed of being a mare. He didn't who's eyes he was seeing through, but it must've been a dark's, for he/the mare was being bitten at and called something vile at. He felt hatred, and when he tried to let the hatred loose, he felt the heavy clunk of chains hold him down, refusing to let him tear and rip. Then, somehow the dream had fast-forwarded to the beginnings of a fight, herd-to-herd. He/The mare and a few other mares were in the front of the line, with those muscular bludgers snorting and nipping behind. The line. Joker knew what was happening. The mares were being set out first, to weaken the enemy and die in the process. He/The dark mare knew that all the mares were set to die; he/she'd seen the king canoodling with a few others at the claiming grounds, and even overheard him saying that he was getting tired of the old hags he presently owned and needed some more fun. Joker'd woken up right before that fatal blow had been hit, and decided that he'd never, ever in all hell ever want to be a dark's mare, in this lifetime, the next, or the next. He hoped he'd never been one in a past lifetime either. It was later on, when he'd achieved a few good years of experience, that he vowed to not ever treat a mare like a dark. If he had to pick sides, well, he wouldn't, and screw them.

Thank[/i] you, little girl, for not acting stupid, he sighed inwardly. Before, when he'd invite mares to his territories, they would practically pounce on him, and try to push their muzzles up his nose or something. It was really annoying. But then, this one was too young to perform such behaviour; and under his rule, he'd make sure she would never dare attempt such, even when she got into the moody flairs of teen-equinedom. "Okay. Then let's be off. No sense in loitering around this ugly piece of... well, no sense wasting time when there's a nice view of the ocean waiting..." He knew she'd get why he said 'ocean' when they got there. He really hoped so.[/size]

[Santiago]

. B E D A Z Z L E D |:.

Young lass nodded at the steed after the long silence. What had he been thinking about she'd probably never knew, and wasn't too excited to find out either. Many questions pondered through her mind as she followed behind the steed. Did he have others residing at this 'ocean'? or was she the first one? Soon to be found out she swished her tail and continued following the steed, not getting too close, yet not completely avoiding him either. It felt good to get out of the 'claiming grounds'. Though she hadn't been there for very long. Of course her new home wouldn't be as dull and boring as this open and neighboring field.

She picked up a trot as she realized she is slowing in her time of thought. Pay attention she told herself. slowing back down to a walk. Banner continued swishing at the pests that seemed to never end. She said nothing, but continued on.... to home.

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