Flirting With Disaster (Laredo/Brawley)

[Bandit]

The petite mare danced along the rocks that lined the banks of the rushing river. She practically skipped between the tops of the jagged stones, flirting with the danger the river itself posed. Tossing her dainty head, causing her frosted mane to fly around her head and neck like an elegant mane, Pixie paused atop a rock and gazed across the rushing river. Snorting, almost as if challenging the water itself and a mischievous smile tugged at her lips. Hopping down off the rock that she had been perched on, she edged closer to the edge of the water and pawed at it, splashing the cold liquid around her, before lowering her lips to the water and taking a quick sip. Her ears flicked back as she faintly heard the sound of hooves clacking against stone over the roar of the river. Swishing her tail, she glanced back over her shoulder, green eyes searching for her company. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Pixie ll Mare ll 5 years ll Bay Roan Minimal Sabino Rabicano ll Welsh Pony x Connemara Pony x Hackney Pony x Welara Words;; -- Tags;; Laredo with Brawley Muse;; Figuring her out Notes;; sorry this is complete crap =/ Credits;; Manip by Spaced; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

[Laredo]

Brawley

T'was a glorious day to explore new grounds. This Liuwa River, he had never been to but, he recently caught wind of it, and had to see it for himself. He had hear it was a potentially dangerous place as well, and he always liked to take on the challenges that a land had for him. He was sitting pretty darn happy right now with having his first foal being carried by a lovely lass by the name of Aerith. He was still working on getting her figured out. It seemed that something troubled that young mare a lot.

His auds perked forward to the sound of rushing water up a head, he picked up his pace to the water till he made his way to the edge, stopping hard on the rocks, before he took a horrible tumble down the ravine. He let out a snort, and he lowered his head, and examined the rock closer, and the fast flowing water below.

He looked around for some path of lesser resistance to get down to the water. The felt an urging need to belt a tune as he walked, as if to compete with the with the roaring rapid's chorus. "Raised on songs and stories, heroes of renown. The passing tales and glories that once was Dublin Town. The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting children's rhymes. That once was part of Dublin in the rare ould times.. Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines. I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times.. " he started in his tune, as he  wandered the  edges, weaving around the trees and shrubs. Till a small figure down by the water caught the attention of the Emerald orbs of the perlino stallion.

He a smirk cross his kissers as found the sport where the other equine. He made his way down the rocks, and paused as the little equine had turned their head, glancing back toward his direction. Orbs of emerald green locked with the petit equine's that matched his own. He'd thought for a moment that this was a little yearling in front of him, but it certainly wasn't. The little mare's  lines, and features told him other wise, that she was a full grown mare. But, she was soo little. What on earth? "Ello there wee lassie." he said to her. He kind of regreted adding the 'wee' part in there, right after he said it. He was going to brace himself for what he assumed would be a mouthful, from a little mare, for some total stranger. pretty much calling her small.

Bandit

[Bandit]

Her small ears flicked as the faint sounds of singing reached her and a slight smile pulled at her lips. That was interesting at the very least. When her green eyes finally found her company she traced his form as he approached her. Turning to face him, tiny hooves still perched atop her rock. She could tell right away that the man that approached her was far larger than her, even from her perch he had to be several hands taller than she was, so once they were on even ground he would easily dwarf her. As he drew even closer, she jumped down off the rock and with a toss of her head she stepped toward him, letting the gap close between them even faster. Raising her head a little higher she shook her head in an amused manner as in as many words called her small. Chuckling softly she pranced forward and reached out to nip at his shoulder, brushing by him. “Now, now why do so many men think size is everything?” She smirked as she continued to high step, but turned away from him once more heading back to the edge of the raging river. “Plus sir, I’ve always liked to believe we keep growing until we’re just right…some of us just get there sooner than others, and it seems like you took a while,” she giggled with another toss of her head and jumped back up onto one of the large rocks that were slightly slick from the splashing water. “Now big boy,” she smirked, throwing the same kind of nickname back at him that he had used, “was that you singing a little bit ago?” She asked, tilting her head slightly, a sideways smile on her lips and green eyes glittering in mischief. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Pixie ll Mare ll 5 years ll Bay Roan Minimal Sabino Rabicano ll Welsh Pony x Connemara Pony x Hackney Pony x Welara Words;; 300 Tags;; Laredo with Brawley Muse;; Figuring her out Notes;; hehe ok i like this better Credits;; Manip by Spaced; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

[Laredo]

Brawley

The perlino stallion unbraced himself as he heard the mare's response to him. A witty, smart alec comeback. He was pleasantly surprised by it. He certainly did like a mare who wasn't uptight, and could dish it back, and not be offended by every little thing said. In fact, he was very attracted to women like that. Emerald orbs watched her agile abilities on the wet rocks she stood on. He didn't think he'd he too graceful on them himself. He grinned at her comment about why men thought size was everything. "Well now lassie. How about you answer that?" he said to her watching her high stepping around him, then away. He was wanting to get her view on it. He did have a small idea why other stallions would think that. But, he'd honestly let his mouth run without stopping to think it through, and it at times got him into trouble. He never really had a type of mare he felt suited to. He personally like any and all women, as long as they had a good heart, big or small, short or tall. He did love them all.

He was amused with her reply about growing till just right, and that she didn't take as long as he did. Which, that was no lie. It took him many years to grow into his long legs. He chuckled and replied back to her. "Aye yes, it took me a long time to grow into my legs. But like good whiskey lassie, they get better with time." he said to her with a classic Irish grin on his maw. He perked his auds as she called him big boy, and asked if that him singing. "Aye, that was me a singin'. Did ya like it? Or no?" he asked her with curiousness in his Irish accented voice. Not all the time did everyone he came across liked his singing. Many Irish tunes were about depressing subjects with upbeat fast melodies. He smirked slightly, and decided he'd introduce himself before they went any farther with their conversation. "My name is Brawley. Son of the Ghost stallion of Castlebar." he said to her.

Bandit

(Finally done with it, after 4 tries!)