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Post by ! CHOCOLATE BUNNY ! on Mar 8, 2009 1:52:15 GMT -5
MARGARITA
My Life Would Suck Without You
I let out a sigh as I moved forward, Trying to forget about the terrible thing that just happened to my daughter. Just a few hours ago she died right in front of me, Never even saying goodbye. I was heartbroken and I was just a mess. I saw a few little fillies looking at me as I passed by. I snarled at them and my mixed voice filled the air.
"¿Qué estás mirando?" I asked them in Spanish. They looked at me, Questioning what I just said to them. I laughed at them and I quickened my pace. I wondered why all the equines on Midnight Acres couldn't understand me. Do they even speak English? French? Spanish? I sighed and cursed under my breath. Figures I'm the only mare who could even speak Spanish and French. I was so sick and tired of being different from everyone else but I wasn't going to speak to anyone in English unless they talk to me first. I never really talk in English since I learned French and Spanish from both my mom and dad. I was different from most equines since I learned Spanish as my first language and French as my second. English was so boring for me so I never really spoke English.
"Inglés es tan estúpido!" I said to the silence. I waited for a stallion or even mare who spoke either Spanish or French instead of English. I was tired of English getting all the fame since it was used so much.
The Spanish And French Beauty;; Margarita
Her Accent;; 302
The Complements;; Hope you like my post! She's a little upset so she's taking her anger and sadness out on the English language. This thread is open to all.
Translations;;
¿Qué estás mirando?= What are you staring at?
Inglés es tan estúpido!= English is so stupid!
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Post by nuzzer2 on Mar 8, 2009 8:06:08 GMT -5
{ L I L I T H ` - let's play The weather today was horrible, the rain was pouring down from a grey sky – effectively ruining my perfect maroon colored coat. The thought of some stupid liquid destroying my silky pelt was almost too much to bear for me and to let go of my frustration, I decided to spend some time wandering instead of taking my irritation out on Fenrir. Above me lightning and thunder raged across the dark sky – on every other day I would probably enjoy the sound very much, but today it did nothing but to fuel my irritation. Annoyed lyrics reached my sensitive radars and I immediately changed course – in hope of it was someone I could possibly take my frustration out on or invite back home to populate the Cliffs. The noisy mare came into sight soon enough and I wasn’t surprised to discover that her pelt held the same coloration as Fenrir’s did; however instead of being a proud Arabian, she was some sort of .. cross. I wrinkled my nose at her grey frame as she spilled lyrics in another language – this bode well for my mood but badly for her condition if she didn’t do as I wanted her to. “What exactly are you trying to achieve by making a fool out of yourself?” I questioned the dappled mare in a slightly curious tone. For now I would keep my alliance hidden – keep it protected from her hazel depths until I was sure of what personality she carried around; and then, I would strike. Dark obits flashed with excitement as I kept them locked upon the silvery mare, I hoped – no, prayed, that she would make some kind of mistake that allowed me to jump in and start a good little fight with her. Yep, I was and would always be a prissy little bitch – but hey – I was now Queen of Knife’s Edge aka the Cliffs, who wouldn’t be an arrogant bitch if you had absolutely everything you could possibly dream about? My King was evil, twisted and yet incredibly sexy; my land was big and dangerous, my family the most important in the lands. I mean come on? I had everything! Nothing could possibly push me off the high chair of which I had planted myself firmly upon. “State your curse!” Arrogance seeped out of my mouth like flowing venom from a snake; would she obey? Make this easy? Or perhaps make it interesting – start a little fight – and then the Cliff’s would have its first slave. Either way I’d be very pleased in the end. [/size][/color][/font][/center] |
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Post by ! CHOCOLATE BUNNY ! on Mar 8, 2009 11:03:44 GMT -5
MARGARITA
My Life Would Suck Without You
The sound of an approaching equine filled my ears. She spoke to me, Trying to be a bitch to me. She was babbling in English and she's lucky that I know how to speak English otherwise I would have just cocked my head and snarl at her. I looked at her and I spoke up, Talking in Spanish to her. I could translate to her after but maybe I wouldn't.
"No. ¿Está tratando de ser un total de puta?" I said to her in a pissed off bitchy voice. I thought about what I could say next and it just came to me. "¿Perdió su rey o que no le dejará a su suerte para ti?" I said to her, Purring a little bit when I said rey meaning king. I was tired of her talking so I just wanted to shut her up. She looked like she wanted to fight with me or she wanted to make me do her work. I wasn't going to let her walk all over me. I bared my teeth at her and I snarled.
The French And Spanish Beauty;; Margarita
Her Accent;; 251
The Complements;; I just loved your post! I hope you don't mind her talking in Spanish, It's just her thing. Hope you like the post!
Translations;;
No. ¿Está tratando de ser un total de puta?= No. Why are you being a total bitch?
¿Perdió su rey o que no le dejará a su suerte para ti?= Lose your king or did he leave you to fend for yourself?
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