the last laugh

Lorenzo Knight · 01-02-2011, 02:35 AM

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Dated January 7.

Lorenzo loved a good laugh as much as anyone else, perhaps more than anyone else. He crept around Haven Manor, his usual haunt, with a small smile on his face and a devilish look in his bi-colored purple and turquoise eyes. In his maw he clutched an old bolt of cloth he had found in one of the dusty closets. It had been at that point that the plan had formed in his mind. The large child could not wait to carry it out. He was nearly spinning circles in impatient glee as he set out to put all the “pieces” in place.

Just the other day, the Knight boy had played a practical joke on his Zio Ehno, and it had been successful in his mind. He had enjoyed spending time with the usually somber man. At that point, Enzo decided that he would make it his business to spread smiles around Crimson Dreams, even if his methods were unorthodox.

He dragged the bolt of cloth out the heavy door of Haven Manor, and did not have far to go. Setting it aside, he busied himself by putting his oversized paw to work, kicking up snow until there was a decent sized pile on the fabric. Then very carefully, the Knight boy shook the snow from his tan and brown pelt before beginning the precarious labor of dragging the snow laden fabric back into the manor.

When he was safely inside, he dragged the door closed as well. “Careful” to a two month old pup did not really translate into neat results. He had spilled some of the snow up the walk and on the floor of the floor of the manor. There would definitely be small puddles in a short time, but that did not cross his mind. With his burden in place, he snuck around the side of the door. He watched and anticipated the moment that an unsuspecting someone would walk in and be surprised by the cold snow on their feet. He couldn’t wait for this to play out! He thought it was very clever of him. Who would ever suspect some of the cold white matter from the outside world to be inside the warm sanctuary of his home?

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Pixie Frost · 01-25-2011, 02:20 AM

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Late post is late. Tongue

Word Count: 582

Pixie just wanted warmth. She needed warmth. Not even halfway through winter and she was already completely sick of the cold. If her general hatred of anything cold or snowy wasn’t enough, it was the bad memories related to winter that plagued her and made her feel as though she was slowly drifting towards insanity. Just going to visit Magic was a struggle for her, a battle of emotions inside her that wanted to look after her friend while also putting ideas into her head that he was the cause of the horrible feelings she had for the cold season.

But no, there was no reason to blame the stallion for her misery. It had been her own twisted mind that had led to the mark on her hand. He had done nothing except be loyal to her after all she had done to him. If there was anyone she would travel through the snow to see, it was Magic, and probably only Magic. She had met many friends after traveling to Souls, but she had not bonded with any of them enough to be on the same level of friendship and loyalty as she was with her horse. It took a lot for her to travel through cold.

So the blue-gray rider was looking forward to relaxing by the fireplace when she headed back to Haven Manor. Pulling her thin cloak tighter around her shoulders, she tried desperately to ignore the crunch, crunch, crunch of her feet hitting the snow. As she walked towards the front door, she noticed that puddles had formed on the doorstep. Thinking that someone hadn’t wiped the snow off of their paws completely, she quickly wiped off her own on the mat sheepishly. It had already been more than a few times when she had tracked sleet into the house in her rush to get out of the cold. Then she reached out, turned the knob on the door, and hurriedly stepped inside.

The unexpected cold of the slightly melted snow sent chills, partially from just surprise, up her body. What was more, her scurrying feet slipped, and she felt her balance leaving her in a heartbeat. To the onlooker, it might seem comical, her feet sliding out from under her and causing her to hit the floor hard on her back. For the briefest of moments, she stared up at the ceiling and caught her breath, but it wasn’t long before the cold she had felt moments before was replaced by fury. “Son of a bitch!” she exclaimed in anger, trying to stand up as quickly as possible before slipping and falling a second time. “Who the hell did this?!”

Whipping her head around, looking in all directions for whoever was the culprit, she finally spotted the puppy hiding by the side of the door. Her purple eyes flashed ferociously as she bared her teeth and crouched down so that she was eye level with him. “You think this is funny? What were you trying to do, break my neck?” At this point, she didn’t care that he was just a pup. Hell, so what if he was Jazper’s pup? She felt ashamed, like all dignity had been taken from her. It wasn’t something she normally cared about, but the fact that all her fears had been represented in a puddle of slush that had made her fall was absolutely humiliating to her, even if the only person who had seen her was this pup.

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