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the city is at war! [shaak] « Thread Started on May 12, 2009, 6:52pm »
Kiae moved forward, black pelt rippling over muscles. A light breeze fluttered about him, playing with his forelock and making it fall over his eyes. With a toss of his head showing disdain for the air, he moved forward, feeling with each step the feeling of his body connected to the Earth through his daggers. So many times blood had stained those daggers, and there would be many more times they would have a crimson tint. Closing his eyes and relaxing, he was still alert to every passing sound.
Nares widened to whiff at the air, attempting to pick up the smell of possiable danger as orbs opened once again. The black stag stopped his steady walk as he reached the center of the emadow, muscles pulled taunt beneath his ebon coat. "În cazul în care este toată lumea?" He murmered in his native language, romanian. Simply translated it meant 'Where is everyone?' He knew many differant languages, all of them inherited from a wide variety of ancestral breeds and passed down form his parents to him. It was one of his greatest amusements to go up to some random horse and start talking in a totally differant language, for they had no idea whether he was insulting him or not. He tended to do the former.
He could trace his lineage easily, back to the war horses of Egypt, to the plow horses of Russia. His ancestors had come from all of Europe, to meld together into one horse who called himself a 'mustang,' the mutt of the horse world.
As a twig cracked he immediatly tensed. Arata-te! He barked out in Romanian. Show yourself. He barked at the mystery horse, forgetting that few if any would know his language. Kiae looked around him, muscles ready to attack, as he waited for the mystery horse to show.
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Re: the city is at war! [shaak] « Reply #1 on May 14, 2009, 12:46pm »
Suki took a few steps forward, only to step on a twig and to betray her position to the strange horse. She understood few words of what he said, ah, yes , she understood what he said.But just barely, Romanian sounded fairly like Latin to her, and maybe something else mixed in, but if you dissected the innards of the words you would find that they made a fair amount of sense.
She had learned to speak different languages by her father. They hardly came in handy, except when she got particularity mad at a certain horse and had to say a few words to him. shaking her head to rid herself from of her thoughts, she continued walking.
Out of boredom she made a coating of ice fill the grass in front of her, her hooves clicked as she stepped onto it. she halted when she reached the stag. "Waarom zou, ik u mannetje moeten vertellen? Oh, kan `t me begrijpen, whoopsy." she switched to what she hoped was Romanian."Cine eşti tu etapă. Answer sau I voinţă a voi stick al tău damn păstrăv la spre that arbore."
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Re: the city is at war! [shaak] « Reply #2 on May 22, 2009, 1:56pm »
Kiae looked up at the mare who had appeared with a grin, eyes sparkling from beneath his forelock. Este scris Kiae, dragă, şi nu îmi place să fie ameninţată. It's Kiae, darling, and I do not like to be threatened. His words were spoken in that same, easy tone. "Vorbiţi în engleză?" do you speak english? Make it easier for her to reply, if she wasn't used to Romanian as he was. But then, few knew his language, the idiots. How he wished that everyone spoke his language, the lovely language of his homeland. Or some of the other languages he called himself proficient in. He was cocky, yes, but not so cocky he let his guard down, that was a good way to get beat up or something. He wasn't a complete idiot, like others could be.
Sunlight fell upon his blackened pelt, making it shine gently.--nd
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