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THIS life was not something all of us want our life to be like. we always wish to enjoy one another's company. To always have a smile upon our mugs and think that everything will be fine and dandy, but of course Zilla thought different. She knew that this world was nothing but a bunch of crap. There were equines in this world that thought they were more on top and that was mostly the males in her mind, but of course she put herself mighty different from that. She had placed herself to where she was on top. Since she was the one that brought life into the world that she was going to be the one standing on top of the equines known as stallions. It was just a belief that she thought of as she grew older in this life time.

SHIFTING her weight under her daggers as she moved forwards over the land. Thorns flickering around as she listened carefully to what might be coming in her direction. Allowing herself to trot forwards and her globes to take in just where she was going. Finally allowing her figure to slow down as she looked around at this place. Feeling as the snow started to fall pretty good upon her figure and on the ground around her. Turning her skull towards her body with thorns perked as she let out a soft nicker. Seeing the sight of a furry little creature crawling from out of her mane and plopping himself upon her shoulder. "Go check ahead." She said softly to him. Watching as he jumped down and disappeared int he snow. Not one bit of snow moved to tell where he was. An after  couple minutes he was back and crawling quickly up her pillar. Giving her a sign that it was all clear head.

SO with that she started to walk again. Feeling her daggers slice through the cold snow as she moved herself up the side of this massive mountain. Her head kind of low to the ground and her haunches pushing deep into the ground as she pushed herself upward. Climbing higher and higher until she found herself a spot where she could look out over everything. Snorting loudly as she shifted her weight about. Looking down to the ground and pawing at the snow that laid there. Pushing it out of her way before she allowed herself to even fall to the ground. Though of course there was this feeling that made her change her mind. Shifting her skull as she looked up and around to make sure that no one was there and returned to what she was doing. An once she found herself comfortable standing there with no snow touching her pillars she cocked her pillar and relaxed. Waiting to see if anyone dared to approach her.

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He was here on purpose. He figured that many equines did not venture in this part of the land, but he did. Why? Not for himself surely. His body had never went through anything for his own sake. It was for theirs. Who was they? The weak. The innocent. And for the wrongdoers. Roman had no guilt in dealing out punishment for those that had done wrong. In fact, he enjoyed it. He wanted to make the world a more peaceful place. He did nor care about rainbow hearts and butterflies flitting around in a perfect world, but a world that was at peace was a world where he knew he had done his job and what he was meant to fulfill. No, none of it was for himself. It was all for them. His frame had been through alot, black and white hide looking a little more dingy at the moment then what an equine's should. The massive brute had muscles that perhaps his frame should not have even been allowed to carry. But it was all for them. From moment one. He had forced his frame on purpose through so much. Honing each skill so they were in perfect harmony working together in this life. His auds could pick up a feather swooshing in the middle of a winter wind, and even now they picked up the sound of a frame a good ways ahead of him. Roman could not see thoroughly through the snow that was swirling around, the wind picking up higher in certain places that his frame passed through. Roman was a survivalist. He could live on his own for years and survive, just like any other equine. The difference with him is he did it on purpose. His purpose had a goal. And his goal was them.

Trugding through the snow, he knew he must look like death froze over. The small lake that he had emerged from before coming here, had not been easy to dip himself into. And some may scream, it's not summer?! It's winter?! He knew that, that is why he did it. He pushed his frame to the ultimate limit, to be of sacrifice for anyone who might need him. Did this come with a better-then-you attitude? Not one bit for Roman. Roman could only think of how imperfect he actually was and how much more he could push his frame to keep learning, keep trying, keep pushing. The lake had been iced over but roman had jumped from the bank onto the ice, cracking it and splitting it in certain places until most of his frame had been submerged into the freezing water below. He had felt his temperature drop quickly and knew he would have to get out. He had managed to climb out alright, but not without the wind chilling him to the bone. Even now as he kept trudging on, his frame was like a solid block of ice. But Roman did not utter a word. He allowed the stinging wind to slap against his hide, to pierce every nerve and fibre in his being that it wished. And then he began to pick up his pace. Even though his limbs and hide had began to shiver, he pushed his minf through it. He knew if he could mentally overcome the obstacle, then the physical would follow always. He closed his pools for a moment, forcing his pistons into a cantar, the wind that naturally was already blowing turned even harsher due to his own momentum and he felt it biting him. It dug into him, threatening his limbs to give way. The feathered hide around his four hooves hung random small ice cluseters that had just moments ago been ice droplets still clinging hopelessy to him. His nostrils flared, sucking in the cold air that burned his lungs all the way down. After a good jolt, he finally began to slow, the frame ahead of him that he had sensed now in view. A mare. And she didn't look to thrilled at the moment.

Shifting his weight back onto his haunches he came to a sliding halt, wincing as he began screaming in his mind. I'm going to collide with her! He tilted his crown and chest off to his right,m forcing his frame to slide with him as he came to a complete stop about ten feet in front of her. His harks pressed forward curously and upon the moment his motion had stopped, he drew himself further back from here until you could have fit about five horses between them. Lowering his crown, he closed his pools for another few moments and then opened them, chocolate orbs looking back to the mare in front of him who was standing there. His maw parted and he spoke, voice low and gently, barely audible, but audible enough. My apologies, Ma'am. I did not realize how fast I was running. 

Harks shifted back the mare, waiting to draw in her vocals. But pistons also readied themselves to charge back again should she decide against any company.  

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Eyes shifted and gazed all around the place. Seeing that there was no one around him just yet. So she was going to relax even more. Allowing her head to drop slightly more then it was before. Feeling as Mothra was curling up close in her mane to keep himself warm. An well to help him dry off a bit from running through the snow and then back up and onto her figure again.  Then her head shot up  when she heard the sound of daggers heading in her direction. Watching as a bronco came almost full force towards her. Her head lowering and thorns pinned tight on her skull as she watched him with bared teeth. Not realizing that poor Mothra had fallen back into the snow and started to climb back up her figure and chattering up a storm as he did so. Though all Zilla was focused on was this bronco. Watching as he started to pull himself up and into a sliding stop. Snorting loudly as the bronco as she watched him carefully unsure why he was coming at her like that but she was not liking it at all. 

[smear:397531]"Well watch where the hell your going before you running that fast." [/smear:6aa762]

She said with a loud snort appearing from her nares. Not liking that she was having a stallion coming all the way towards her. Allowing her skull to rise back up but of course her thorns never left staying flat upon her boa. Then she allowed her orbs to dance over this bronco's figure. Seeing that the bronco was much shorter than her own. Which in her mind was a good thing since she knew if she needed to take care of business that this bronco can be taken down quick and easy. Seeing that this bronco was a beautiful ebony and icy coloration, but of course she still saw what he was. He was a stallion and they were a type of equine that no mare wants around them. All they were good for was adding that extra ingredient in creating the sweet little creatures that come into this world.  

[smear:397531]"What's your name stud? Speak fast." [/smear:6aa762]

Snapping at his direction as she felt Mothra moving and coming out and glaring at the bronco. Knowing that if this stallion was going to try something with attacking Zilla. that little Mothra would attack him in a heart beat. He might be little but man was that little fuzzball a handful at times when it came to his mare. Yes, he thought of Zilla as his, but only cause Zilla could only tolerate him being around since the little guy was a male, but of course not greedy like some equine stallions can be.

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Harks flickered forward, pools gazing at the mare with her harks stapled to her nape. He supressed a small smile and his own auds brought in her vocals, dripping with contempt for him at the moment. Even though he had meant no ill will, he knew alot of souls out there were just angry to be angry in life. He had no time for drama. Never had and never would. But this femme caught his attention. Enough of his attention that he parted his maw and spoke back. An action he had never done in a given situation where one was angry for company. Before his vocals were etched, his mind rolled her words over and over in his head like an ocean wave pounding the shore again and again.A funny statement…. He wanted to somewhat chuckle, but Roman was not the kind to laugh so much in life that it became habit. But he did find things amuzing and her first statement was surely amusing. "Well watch what the hell you're doing before running that fast." After his mind finally pushed the thought away as sense he then spoke. I suppose your right. I should have been watching. I chose to run that fast didn't I? Then Roman couldn't help it. Even though he didn't mean to be sarchastic, it was sometimes his way of joking and breaking the ice. Maw parted again and his deep voice angled toward her.I suppose we all aren't as perfect as you though are we dear. Perhaps you could teach me to know your every move next time so I will know whence you stand, and I will not almost collide with you. Now Roman's maw had a small smile on it. Flickering his audits, he drew in her next words.What's your name stud? Speak fast! This was indeed curious to the brute.Speak fast? Ok...if you insist.......?I am afraid dear if I speak fast, you will not hear me and I would rather you hear me the first time. My name is Roman. And what might you liked to be called? He remained where he was, despite if his stature was a bit shorter then hers. His frame held muscle packed and sinews that could carry him much further then most equines. But after the small introduction so far, he was not afraid of running. A small bit of pity melt into his heart for the mare. Why was she so darn angry? But Roman was not a god and therefore kept in his mind that perhaps this mare had just been through something, or had been through something, that made her this way. This thought angered him.Roman was not one to just sit back and watch while another brute harmed anything, from femme to squirrel, he may not win but he would fight for what is right. sinking his crown a bit lower, he spoke again, this time gentleness coming forth, sorrow hinting in his vocals toward the mare. I am truely sorry for the way we have met today Miss...well I do not know your name yet but I am truely sorry. No femme should be introduced to someone that way. Audits flickered forward a bit as he noticed something fuzzy sticking out from her mane. Curiosity killed the cat but Roman was in wonderment at what it was. But not yet...it was not long enough knowing her to be asking such questions.

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Zilla and Mothra both began to grow a bit irritated with the bronco that stood right there in front of them. Seeing the sight of this stallion trying to make everything seem okay but all he did was slowly tick off both of the two creatures. Seeing the sight of this bronco and something about him kind of made Zilla stand on edge. She knew there would be something about this stallion that kinda made Zilla want to put her thorns forwards and just smile at him, but she couldn't. It wasn't in her personality to do such a thing truly. Glad to see that this bronco has found his first flaw. Not thinking before doing something. Something that most stallions do not point out really. They normally just keep it all balled up and never allowing that to come to the surface. 

"Correct."

Was all that Zilla could say to the brute. She had nothing else to say truly. Watching and studying this bronco was something she was going to do though. To make sure that he was not going to pull off something stupid to where she would have to flip her lid and go after the bronco. Then he started to speak again towards her. Kind of something that she did not expect to come into her direction. 'I suppose we all aren't as perfect as you though are we dear. Perhaps you could teach me to know your every move next to so I will know hence you stand, and I will not almost collide with you.' All Zilla could do was snort and snap towards the bronco with her thorns pinned tigher.

"Maybe you should just watch your tongue, stag. Would be bad if it got ripped from that pretty face of yours." 

Flickering her banner in a pissed off manner. Watching the stallion for a moment as he spoke towards her. Always in such a smart ass way. Which was nice to see that some stallions knew how to speak in some kind of fun way, but Zilla was starting to get annoyed a bit more but held her own pretty good at this point. Seeing that this stallion had said his name was Roman and then he asked for her name. Unsure if she really wanted to hand out her name to the stag.

"Zilla and this is Mothra."

Words were simple and to the point and introducing the little black footed ferret that she always had with her. Watching for this stallion to do something else besides think he was a funny guy with the smirk trying to appear there on his face. Feeling as Mothra shifted and sat on top of Zilla's head right between her thorns. Turning her gaze to something else for a moment before they fell back onto the bronco before her. Hearing the sound of his terms coming into her thorns. Making her thorns actually start to come forwards slowly. To hear this bronco say he was sorry was definitely something she did not think she would hear form him. She had been such an ass that she would figure this stallion would leave or attack her like some studs would want to do.

"Apology accepted. . . ."

Words kind of left her brain for once. Almost hoping that this stallion was going to slip up, but this stud was starting to change her mind slowly. Though she stomped her dagger and shook her head side to side that the bronco might be doing such a thing. What if he was doing all of this just to get to her? Oh how the thoughts were unreal, but of course Zilla could do nothing at this point. Only stand there and see just what the bronco might do next.

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Harks flickered forward as the mare seemed to remaind quiet for several minutes. But during her silence, more words were spoken to Roman then ever would have come out of her maw. Even her furry friend that was now perched in between her towers, was saying more then actual words would deliver. Ok so she was annoyed. He had done his job then by allowing it to be known, that anger did not bother him. That he was not in no way scared. But he did manage to hold back from what he really wanted to say. Stop being so angry! You do not even know me woman! I have been through more in my lifetime for femme's like you, then you would care to know! But that does not matter to you does it?  But he had refrained from these words. For deep in his heart, Roman would never mean them. Even if a fleeting moment of anguish over took him, it never lasted long. His desire to better his own frame and skills for the weaker, would never die. And he could not let one femme that actually finally caught his attention, stop his desire either. He would keep taking in his deep breaths, keep sighing, keeping letting the words turn into cool liquid just to roll off his hide. Just like a duck. He would not let this upset his emotions to the point that his focus would not be unclear or unknowing to his own head and heart. For then what good would he be for himself or for anyone? He would be nothing.

Snorting softly to himself, her words finally came from her maw, and she was no longer silent. Would be bad if it got ripped from your pretty face... Boy she was a ripe one today wasn't she? A fireball of emotions, plans, and thoughts all over one brute she didn't even know. Yet again, Roman was not one to be stepped on, but he also refrained from yelling, cursing, or outright eating her alive. He was intrigued by her, and what would typically made him mad enough to rip her apart, actually made him chuckle. His maw parted and his vocals were not quite as gentle as his last statement, sarchasm hinting in his tone again with a slight chuckle, almost as if they were old friends just picking on each other for a good time. Well now aren't you quite contradictory? First you want me to speak fast and now you want me to hold my tounge before you rip it out? You really must be exhausted if you cannot make up your mind over a simple matter of me speaking or not. How exhausted you must be in your mind and heart dear. Smiling a bit wider this time, his pools studied her, wondering how she might react. Her name reached his audits. Zilla...that is a pretty name. I bet she don't know it. He smiled when she said her name and it bounced around in his heart. Why was the word Zilla playing on his heart strings? Did he even have heartstrings? Yes of course he did...to protect but to....admire? Or...like someone? Or intriguing? Those were heartstrings that had never been plucked. Whether they would keep being plucked by her or not, he was curious so he waited where he was to find out. Then her next words came. Apology accepted? She...accepted it? Roman was shocked. She had accepted his apology? This was not what he expected at all. He watched as slowly her harks wanted to come forward but she was hesitant. Your name is lovely, Zilla. And your features are to I imagine, if your harks weren't so right against your skull. I'm not here to harm you. I'm just passing through. Or well....sliding through...Ok so maybe that was a horrible joke but it made him kind of chuckle. His massive frame side stepped a bit, but did not close the gap between them. His pools shifted to his right as he heard a distant wolf howl. His own harks then stapled to the back of his crown and he bared his teeth. Snorting harshly and keeping quiet for several minutes, he finally turned back to her, flicking his towers foward again. Deeming that the are safe, he relaxed a bit, but still kept on the lookout. No matter how mean an equine was to him he would never let harm come to anyone standing right in front of him. Roman knew he may not always win but he would always fight.

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Eyes carried over the bronco. Flickering her thorns a bit before she felt Mothra move from his place and shift his way down just a bit. Unsure of just what this bronco was thinking deep down within his mind. Stallions were different and were almost like chips at this point. You take one bite and you can't get enough till you hit a bad one then your taste for stallions goes away for a little bit. Though this bronco seemed a bit interesting. Allowing her mind to ease jsut a bit since she knew that she could do much worse to the bronco but of course she kept her cool at this very moment. Ignoring the bronco and looking over towards her little friend. Wrapping her neck around and feeling the little guys hands touching upon her muzzle and sniffing up her face before he moved and ran back up between her thorns again. Bending his head down and looking into her eye and almost making Zilla calm down slowly. 

Allowing her attention to go back over to the bronco. Wondering just what things might come from his muzzle still. Hearing the sound of his laughter try and fill up her thorns before she was spoken to. 'Well now aren't you quite contradictory? First, you want me to speak fast and now you want me to hold my tongue before you rip it out?' Well duh she did. His words had started to piss her off and not in a good way but of course she continued to keep her cool as he continued speaking 'You really must be exhausted if you cannot make up your mind over a simple matter of me speaking or not. How exhausted you must be in your mind and heart, dear.' He finished his words with a greeting smile as she watched him.

"I am just watching myself. Stallions can be a bit unpredictable so got to keep you busy.'

This made her almost want to bust out into the opening with the words that she gave him. Though of course he was kind of right. She was exhausted and wanting to almost settle down just a tad bit. Maybe even be loved by someone and have some kind of smile upon her face. Feeling as Mothra messed with her forelock to get her mind some where else.  Seeing the shocked look upon his face as she had accepted the apology that was sent in his direction. Though of course she had some sort of his nice side. Then more words started to fill her thorns while she stood there. Her thorns actually starting to perk at his compliment. 

"Sorry I'm just new here so kind of wasn't expecting to have the first horse i meet almost plow into me."

Finally allowing a soft chuckle to come from her muzzle at his words. Then that was when she heard the howl. Thorns perked as she saw Roman's do the opposite. Gazing around with a wild look upon her face for a moment to make sure that no one was even any where near where they were. Though of course you know things that are okay when a stallion settles his figure. So she relaxed just a tad bit as she looked at him. An actually out of no where she shifted and started over towards the stallion. Allowing her eyes to look around her figure with thorns perked on her skull.

"Would have to say your aren't bad looking yourself."

She said as she watched him halting behind him as she looked around at the place when she heard the sound of a twig cracking nearby. Backing up slowly as she watched carefully to make sure nothing was there. Turning and backing up to where her face was facing his rump and the woods and her shoulder was right beside his. With almost a nervous look upon her face. Shaking her skull as she lowered her skull and pinned her thorns. Feeling as little Mothra quickly hide as she bared her teeth.

"We have company."

She simply said with the sight of eyes dancing into their direction.

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