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Post by Angel624 on Feb 13, 2006 18:36:19 GMT -5
The purple mare took the stupid breezie out of her hair and put her on the ground. "God, you're such a whiner!" She scolded at the breezie. She looked over at her Rogue and walked over to him, nuzzling him.
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Post by WingSong on Feb 13, 2006 21:24:06 GMT -5
Poppy stayed on the ground, staring up at Rogue with oversized, puffy eyes. She usually was quick to take off, what with the constant danger of being stepped on, but now she just plunked herself down in the grass and looked as downtrodden as was possible.
She wasn't really trying for pity, it just came naturally to exploit her miniature cuteness when something was wrong. Sniffling slightly, the breezie said in a quiet, pouty tone, "She could have ripped my wings out!"
(("Miniature cuteness"...I'll just assume that's a real phrase...))
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Post by Crescent on Feb 14, 2006 2:45:27 GMT -5
Rogue was at first amused greatly when the little breezie ended up into Angel's hair. Well, for once she was bugging someone else. But when the creature started screaming her head off about her wings, he felt a strange spark of worry. Though he had just moments before declared that he had been about to rip the breezie's wings off, now he felt concern for them. Rogue wasn't really a vicious stallion, there was some "ponynity" in him, and when Angel put the breezie on the ground and left her there, he swallowed a little.
The breezie's sniffling touched something deep down. He had known this breezie a long time ago. He remembered when they had first met. He had told Tramp to get rid of the little pest, but Tramp would not have done it. Not only had his brother taken the little creature in, he had actually cared for it. And Rainbows help him, Rogue realised that at some point the annoying squeaking and buzzing and blabbering and tugging of that little pest had grown on him. He actually cared about her... despite everything.
He sighed and shook his head. When Angel nuzzled him, he turned his head and brushed his muzzle over hers affectionately, just to make sure she wouldn't feel neglected, and then turned again toward the little creature. He walked to Poppy slowly and stopped nearby, arching his neck down. He nudged the breezie a little with his muzzle.
"Chin up," he said. "Your wings are fine."
That was all he could think to say. He wasn't much of a comforter, at least not when the feeling was genuine. He wondered briefly when it had come to that. He could be comforting and kind when it was a lie, but when he really meant it? It was difficult.
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Post by WingSong on Feb 14, 2006 10:39:11 GMT -5
When Rogue's muzzle bumped into her, the breezie spun around with a huge grin and latched onto it in another hug. She fluttered her wings enough to set herself on top of his nose, letting go only when it becamse necessary - and hugging him again from her new angle once she was settled. "Oh, of course they are! Because my Rogue's here now, and now nothing will never go wrong again!" Of course it made no sense whatsoever, but the little creature assumed that she'd gotten her message across.
"It's like that time when you built me the little house. You cared about me then, and now you still do! And you'll take care of me the same way you did then, and we can live together and be happy forever, because now you're not confused anymore! You remember me, and everything's wonderful and perfect, just like it will be now, forever and ever!" Poppy continued to list various promises he hadn't made, her wings moving up and down in excitement although she was determined to keep Rogue in a permanent hug.
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Post by Angel624 on Feb 14, 2006 21:58:36 GMT -5
Angel looked at Poppy. "You mean my Rogue. Like I said, I am his girlfriend. But he isn't really owned by anyone." She said with a smile, winking at her Rogue.
She noticed the breezie hugging the stallion's nose. She smiled. She realized Poppy was kind of cute, eventhough she had gotten on their nerves. Angel decided that the breezie would take some getting used to, and that wasn't a problem for Angel. She could get used to her, after all. She didn't see any harm in such a tiny creature.
She walked over to Rogue and Poppy and patted the breezie's head softly with one of her front hooves. "Don't worry, we can still be friends, Poppy. And I'm sorry for being rude earlier." She said softly.
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Post by WingSong on Feb 14, 2006 22:35:34 GMT -5
Poppy was snapped out of her pleasant daydreaming when Angel walked over to the two. She finally let go of the stallion and scowled up at the purple pegasus, imagining that she looked quite menacing.
"You mean my Rogue. Like I said, I am his girlfriend. But he isn't really owned by anyone."
"No. No, my Rogue", she muttered, more to herself - and perhaps Rogue - than in an actual response to Angel. This wouldn't do at all. Mean Pegasus still wanted to stick around? Well, she wouldn't as long as Poppy had anything to say about it.
When Angel tried to pat her on the head, the breezie tilted her head back with lightening reflexes and bit her, even as the mare was apologizing. She hoped it left a mark. "Rogue, Rogue, tell her you're my Rogue!" She had sprung up onto her wings in her rage, and was alternating staring at Rogue and whirling around again to glare at Mean Pegasus.
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Post by Crescent on Feb 15, 2006 7:18:06 GMT -5
Rogue's good will toward the little creature vanished again when she whirled around and hugged his muzzle. Oh, no, he thought to himself, what have I done now?
"No, look here..." he tried to say when the breezie kept talking, but he couldn't get a word in, as much as he may try. He merely rolled his eyes finally and lifted his head back up when the breezie seemed to settle on his face. Great.
When Angel spoke, Rogue had to wonder why she kept telling the breezie that he was hers. After all, it wasn't like he'd ever be romantically interested in the breezie. No, the creature was more like a... pet. An annoying pet, to be sure, but a pet nevertheless.
He was just beginning to realise what a horrible mistake he had done by going to comfort the creature, when Angel tried apologising, and Poppy bit her. He jumped a little bit in surprise, and looked at Angel, a little shocked expression on his face. He hadn't expected the breezie to get violent. Well, then again, Poppy wasn't like a well-trained dog... well, she wasn't really a well-trained anything. Nor was she comparable to a dog, since breezies were really not something that could be trained well.
And Tramp had said the creature could be useful. Useful! How did he figure that one? Then again... Rogue had to admit that the unwavering loyalty of someone so small and feisty could come in handy.
"I'm so sorry, Angel," Rogue said, ignoring the furious breezie for the time being and concentrating on nuzzling the mare briefly. He didn't want her getting upset or something. He still had plans for them. "Look, I have no control over that thing. My brother picked her up on the road a long time ago, and since then she's had her own ideas about things."
He looked at Poppy again, a strict expression on his face. It was time to try and take things under control.
"Listen, Popper. Fine, I am your Rogue. But that also means you're my breezie. And as long as you're my breezie, you have to do what I tell you, or otherwise I will leave. Do you understand? Just like I left before, only this time I won't come back." He hoped that logic would be crazy enough to actually work. "I don't want you biting anyone without my permission." He thought it best to add the last bit just in case it ever became handy at some time to actually send the creature out at someone. "If you keep doing things I don't like, I won't be your Rogue anymore. You understand?"
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Post by Angel624 on Feb 15, 2006 21:09:39 GMT -5
The purple pegasus felt the bite. She glared at Poppy.
She felt Rogue's nuzzle, and rested her muzzle in his neck. "I'm fine, my sweet Rogue. Thanks for comforting me." She said, letting her muzzle bury into the stallions neck in a gentle way. She really loved him, and she could tell that he loved her. That was why she called him her sweet Rogue, kind of like a nickname for him. As boyfriends and girlfriends are supposed to have "special" nicknames for each other.
The purple mare listened to what Rogue said to Poppy. She felt happy that Rogue wouldn't let Poppy bite her. Angel knew Poppy would probably not like that. The purple pegasus felt happy, as she kept her muzzle in Rogue's neck.
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Post by WingSong on Feb 15, 2006 21:33:13 GMT -5
Poppy's mind was conveniently drifting as Rogue made a few less-than-flattering remarks about her to his girlfriend.
"Listen, Popper. Fine, I am your Rogue. But that also means you're my breezie. And as long as you're my breezie, you have to do what I tell you, or otherwise I will leave. Do you understand? Just like I left before, only this time I won't come back. I don't want you biting anyone without my permission. If you keep doing things I don't like, I won't be your Rogue anymore. You understand?"
Her ears twitched as she heard what she'd been waiting for: "I am your Rogue." The breezie let that happy thought sink in, her mind simply skimming over much of what Rogue went on to say, but she thought she had caught the basic meaning.
Flying a little loop in place as she always did when she was particularly happy or excited, Poppy gushed, "Oh yes, you're my Rogue and I'm your breezie! So I'll be good, and I'll do whatever you say, I promise!" She nodded vigorously, her antennas doubling full over in front of her eyes.
She hovered a few feet away from the couple as she fantasized about how happy she and Rogue would be, then her eyes fell on Angel: the mean purple pegasus, nuzzling her Rogue. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the mare in intense fury, still failing to look very threatening. Looping around behind them in an attempt to stay out of Rogue's line of vision, she snuck around stealthily through a few locks of Angel's hair to flutter right next to the pegasus's ear.
Lowering her tone so that she could only be heard by Angel, she muttered, "He's my Rogue - he even said so!"
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Post by Angel624 on Feb 15, 2006 21:35:50 GMT -5
The purple pegasus ignored Poppy, looking like she was tossing her mane, took her purple hoof to toss it, and purposely knocked the breezie. She looked at her. "Oh, oops! I'm so sorry! Are you ok?" She asked.
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Post by WingSong on Feb 15, 2006 21:59:24 GMT -5
The breezie gave a loud little squeak as she was tossed backward, managing to stay on her wings, although she ended up a good five feet from where she had been.
"Rogue!", she cried, as loud as her shrill little voice would go. "She did that on purpose!" Poppy pointed a tiny hoof accusingly at Angel. In a slightly hissing voice she repeated, "Oh, I said I'd be good, but she did that on purpose!" In Poppy's eyes, the pegasus seemed to have a sharp bite on the scalp coming to her - maybe some of her mane would even get ripped out in the process. She looked somewhat pleadingly at Rogue.
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Post by Angel624 on Feb 15, 2006 22:05:15 GMT -5
The purple pegasus shot Poppy a confused look. "What ever do you mean. Poppy? I didn't even know you were there! I was just tossing my mane, geez!" She said. "Look, I'm sorry I accidentally knocked you. I didn't mean to." She said sweetly, hoping that breezie wouldn't try to bite her again..
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Post by Crescent on Feb 18, 2006 2:53:56 GMT -5
Rogue was beginning to get the feeling he was tending a kindergarten. What was with these mares? Was he really that irresistable?
Of course he was.
He grinned just a bit to that thought, but managed to wipe it away quickly. He still needed to solve this situation.
"Angel, dear, do be more careful next time," he said kindly to the mare, then looked at Poppy and tossed his own head, pointing toward his back. "Hey, Pops, let it go and come sit on my back, that way you won't get into more trouble."
He hoped that the memory of riding "her" stallions - although mostly Tramp - would distract Poppy from the aggravation she felt toward Angel.
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Post by Angel624 on Feb 18, 2006 20:32:29 GMT -5
The purple mare sighed. She wished at that moment she could disappear. Rogue seemed to be Poppy's now. She just then realized it. She wanted to leave. And decided to.
"Goodbye, Rogue." She said as she flapped her wings and flew away.....
(cont. elsewhere)
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Post by WingSong on Feb 19, 2006 0:17:23 GMT -5
Poppy beamed and hurried to perch on Rogue's back, then brightened up further when Angel suddenly took off and left.
Not taking it into account that the stallion might want to follow the pegasus, she immediately chirped, "Oh good, she's gone! Can we go home now?"
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