Post by thefangedone on Aug 14, 2009 8:20:53 GMT 10
Title: A Rare Occurrence
Rating: G
Prompt: #8, Strange Bedfellows
Words: 422
Summary: Can Daine's pony find love, too?
Cloud chomped happily on the apple Daine had brought for her, then lipped at the girl's flushed cheek as a thank you. Daine giggled and kissed her nose, and checked to see that Cloud had fresh hay and was comfortable in her stall of the stable they were staying at. She bid her goodnight though it was barely sunset and regretfully headed in for the night.
Cloud stood for a bit, remembering the days when she and Daine would explore Snowsdale's forests together. She sighed wistfully. She knew Daine was busy with important matters and that she tried her best to be there for her, but that didn't mean she didn't miss all the time that they could be spending together.
Cloud had just started to doze off when she heard clomping hooves in the stable. She grumbled and shuffled her own hooves and was about to return to her pleasant, apple-filled dreams when the steps stopped right outsider her stall and she heard a whinny. She craned her neck around and eyed the horse, a large, bony black horse gingerly holding a generous mouthful of the greenest grass. It was the racer, Rebel. The oat-cocky jackanapes. She flicked one ear in his direction, and he snickered and tossed his head. Cloud snorted and turned back around. He neighed again, louder, and she pointedly ignored him, even as she heard soft snuffling and the creak of her stall door opening.
But when Cloud felt soft lips graze her flank and tickling whiskers across her back, her eyes popped wide, showing their whites, and her head jerked up, a surprised whicker escaping her. Her shaggy gray head whipped around, her ears flattened in anger and her teeth bared. You still do not impress me.
The big stallion shook his head easily, his glossy mane flicking from side to side. But your girl does impress me. She is good, for only having two legs.
Most of the time, Cloud retorted. But she hid her teeth.
You impress me, for taking care of that one. She must be tough to keep. He eased closer.
I do my best. One ear relaxed.
Rebel nosed around on the ground and retrieved the shock of grass he'd set down before. He offered it to her. Cloud?
The other ear relaxed. You, Rebel, are too sure of yourself.
The onyx horse blinked pertly.
It must be the oats.
Rebel blew air out his nostrils. Cloud hesitated, then shuffled slightly to allow him to come entirely into her stall.
Rebel extended the scrumptious-looking grass out to her once more.
Cloud debated, then daintily nibbled the grass, her eyes on him.
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The golden rays of sunrise flowed in through the stall window, falling on a large, lanky black horse gently nuzzling a contented gray pony.
A/N: I don't know how long these are supposed to be, but I figured rather short, so I tried to keep it brief.
Rating: G
Prompt: #8, Strange Bedfellows
Words: 422
Summary: Can Daine's pony find love, too?
Cloud chomped happily on the apple Daine had brought for her, then lipped at the girl's flushed cheek as a thank you. Daine giggled and kissed her nose, and checked to see that Cloud had fresh hay and was comfortable in her stall of the stable they were staying at. She bid her goodnight though it was barely sunset and regretfully headed in for the night.
Cloud stood for a bit, remembering the days when she and Daine would explore Snowsdale's forests together. She sighed wistfully. She knew Daine was busy with important matters and that she tried her best to be there for her, but that didn't mean she didn't miss all the time that they could be spending together.
Cloud had just started to doze off when she heard clomping hooves in the stable. She grumbled and shuffled her own hooves and was about to return to her pleasant, apple-filled dreams when the steps stopped right outsider her stall and she heard a whinny. She craned her neck around and eyed the horse, a large, bony black horse gingerly holding a generous mouthful of the greenest grass. It was the racer, Rebel. The oat-cocky jackanapes. She flicked one ear in his direction, and he snickered and tossed his head. Cloud snorted and turned back around. He neighed again, louder, and she pointedly ignored him, even as she heard soft snuffling and the creak of her stall door opening.
But when Cloud felt soft lips graze her flank and tickling whiskers across her back, her eyes popped wide, showing their whites, and her head jerked up, a surprised whicker escaping her. Her shaggy gray head whipped around, her ears flattened in anger and her teeth bared. You still do not impress me.
The big stallion shook his head easily, his glossy mane flicking from side to side. But your girl does impress me. She is good, for only having two legs.
Most of the time, Cloud retorted. But she hid her teeth.
You impress me, for taking care of that one. She must be tough to keep. He eased closer.
I do my best. One ear relaxed.
Rebel nosed around on the ground and retrieved the shock of grass he'd set down before. He offered it to her. Cloud?
The other ear relaxed. You, Rebel, are too sure of yourself.
The onyx horse blinked pertly.
It must be the oats.
Rebel blew air out his nostrils. Cloud hesitated, then shuffled slightly to allow him to come entirely into her stall.
Rebel extended the scrumptious-looking grass out to her once more.
Cloud debated, then daintily nibbled the grass, her eyes on him.
____________________________________________________
The golden rays of sunrise flowed in through the stall window, falling on a large, lanky black horse gently nuzzling a contented gray pony.
A/N: I don't know how long these are supposed to be, but I figured rather short, so I tried to keep it brief.
(I love being unique.)
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!