[x] the opening a c t [see.it.for.yourself]

[King Charlemagne]

((No problem))

As soon as he was out into more open land, Charlemagne increased his speed, his legs working like pistons, digging into the ground like some sort of monster machine. His head was down, working, hauling his body at its fast pace. A rough snort was issued from his lungs and he tossed that golden head as he pursued the mare he was after, who, strangely, seemed to be slowing. Had she at last circum to his irreversible charm? Maybe....

With another snort, he propelled himself along the ground until he had caught up to her to the point where his nose was at her flank.

"Checking your pace my dear?" He asked her, not yet out of breathe, yet he could still feel his till-aching withers. He loved running, it energized him, filled him up to his greatest capacity.

[Encore]

It should have come as no surprise when the male speeded up; she could hear his hooves digging deeper into the soil as he propelled himself forward. so when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the honey colored stallion close ground, she did nothing. her beat remained constant and steady. even while in animation, ears pinned at his words. he really needed to learn to close that trap of his. still, she let it pass; already she was growing used to his arrogance and naive-ness that definetely ventured on bold and rude. head turned toward him, and never missing a step, spoke to him

Not at all. Only pausing to ask; why do you follow me still? what is it you want? Please, speak it; for I am growing both annoyed and restless

If his answer displeased her, she would do one of three things. One; just keep running and refuse to acknowledge him. Two; injure him. Three; a combination of the above. One look at those legs and that chest told her she could not outrun on by speed alone. But she could outlast him

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[King Charlemagne]

"My dear," Charlemagne said, "Isn't it obvious? He cooed, Which an effort, he stopped in front of her and reared up as if to stop her in her tracks.

"Wait," He commanded, "Please." He added, he towered above her. They were completely different animals in both body and personality. He was a running and jumping machine, built for speed and leaping over obstacles, yet she was shorter but made for sprints and agility. He raised his golden head and stared down into her eyes. And in that moment, he changed, his eyes widened, his happy, entertained heart melted as he fell poll over hooves in love with this mare who he hardly even knew.

[Encore]

At first she felt as if a rolling of the eyes was needed. this brute was so sophomoric is wasn't even funny. in fact, she 'bout had her mind made up to continue on, that is, before he decided to stop her. besides him rearing right in front of her; that was quite rude seeing as she was too close to go around, and actually had to stop. but it was his voice; his tone. this was something new from him. another rouse? a different approach was he trying? she was going to comment on his 'dear' he had called her -- she was not his dear. but that 'please'. it perked interests, though she might see right through it in a moment. he held her attention, and ears perked forward for the first time in a while. lips parted and voice seeped out, completly sincere and truthful. serious.

What? Share it with the class, Charlemagne, or else I am moving on

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[King Charlemagne]

Charlemange opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. So insteadhe defaulted, he defaulted to singing.

"Pretty filly, walking down the street
Pretty filly, the kind I like to meet
Oh pretty filly,
I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could look as good as you
Mercy.

Pretty filly, won't you pardon me?
Pretty filly, I couldn't help see,
Oh pretty filly.
You look lovely as can be,
But you lonely just like me?
Wow....."
His voice went up as he sang another verse,

"Pretty filly, stop a while,
Pretty filly, talk a while,
Pretty filly, gave your smile to me.
Pretty filly, yeah yeah yeah,
Pretty filly, look my way
Pretty filly, say you'll stay with me
'Cause I need you, I'll treat you right
Come with me flicka, be mine tonight.

Pretty filly, don't trot on by
Pretty filly, make me cry
Pretty filly, don't walk away, hay...okay
If that's the way it must be, okay
I guess I'll go on home, it's late
There'll be tomorrow night, but wait....
What do I see?
Is she walking back to me?
Yeah, she's walking back to me?
Oh, oh, pretty filly?"

His song ended with a questioning note in his tenor voice.

[Encore]

[ooc; muse low]

At first, she was stuck between two feelings. yes, his singing was cute and she could appreciate it. it was because he was young, and a small fragment of her almost wanted to smile, feeling complimented. but, a larger more dominant portion of her wanted to laugh. no, not to make fun. but him breaking out in song? completely unexpected. perhaps he sang because he couldn't ask her right out? a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and it almost won. now she wanted to hear it. hear those couple of words. she would likely go with him -as long as he tried no more foolish childs play-, but now just wanted to hear him ask it. why would she please him with her attendance? as aggravating and naive and stupid he could be, he was charming and sweet. heck, he would keep her on her toes. maybe she could shape him up right, and take a whack at teaching him some proper manners. when she spoke she acted as if she still did not understand, yet with that underlaying tone that said she did. come on, just say it straight out. almost smiling, almost, she parted lips and voice rang clear

King Charlemagne, your song as changed little in my mind. Say it to me straight or I am taking my leave

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[King Charlemagne]

Charlemagne stared down at her from atop his loft his high, and once ago proud, golden head. She wanted him to tell her plainly? But that was probably the most difficult thing to do. He couldn't do that, he would have to find some other way, but wait, this was the only way, he would have to tell her. Taking a deep breathe, he opened his mouth and tried to begin, but he failed instantly. Getting annoyed with himself, he opened his jaws and tried again,

"When I first saw you, I know I was arrogant and conceited, naive and...uhh...stupid, but when I looked into your eyes just now, I think I....I..." He couldn't get the words out. "I still can't believe this myself, and you'll probably think me to be making this because it is so unlikely...." He was rambling now. Short and sweet, get to the point. He told himself.

"I...I love you." He blurted, then he lowered his gaze from hers, humiliated and changed. Once proud and vain, but now humbled and lovestruck.

[Encore]

**[ooc; sorry I disappeared. computer wasn't cooperating]**

A very small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. and for once, she didn't find the will to stop it, and one of her rare smiles spread across jaw, and ears perked attentively. neck was arched, and her painted head bent. a nod; she would accept that. neck relaxing, a for limb was moved as her body took a step towards her golden lord. soft white muzzle touched his withers, before continuing until she stood side by side. she spoke quietly, and it seemed as if the smile that had left her face now inhabited her voice

You win. Show the way

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[King Charlemagne]

Charlemagne felt a shiver run down his spine as the mare put her muzzle on his shoulder and he fought the instinct to shiver his withers in happiness.

"I win?" He questioned, "No, you have won my lady, you have won my heart: I lost it to you." He said, turning his head gently and resting his muzzle on her neck, daring to lift his upper lip to fondle her coat gently.

((No problem, sorry out of muse.))

[Encore]

^{**[ooc; okay. can you just post in his homeland? I can only drag so much out from here, lol. she'll come along, I promise ^^]**}