"If you touch my one more time, Poker, I swear I'll knock you into next week!"
   As you move on blindly through the waving grass you begin to hear two voices arguing ahead of you. Pushing forward you find two equine like creatures. One of them is poking incessantly at the other, with an impish grin plastered on his face. The other, a tough looking creature, growls impatiently, there is a fiery glint in his eye.
   "Aw, come'n, Choker can't we play just for a little while?" The mischievous one whines, still poking.
   "No." Snarls the one you assume is Choker.
   "Please?"
   "NO!"
   "With sugar and cherries and whipped cream on top?"
   "No, and stop touching me!" 
   "Not until you say you're gonna pl-aaaaie!"
   Poker's voice is pushed up an octave when the angry Choker butts him back a couple paces. There is a thud as Poker falls onto his rump while Choker confronts him eye to eye. There is a deep silence for a moment as the two exchange glares and then to your amusement (and concern), Poker jabs the other once again.
   "That's IT!" Choker roars, rearing back at the exact moment you decide to step in.
   "Arg!" You scream, leaping back. The equine's front paws land where your head had been a moment before. The two forget their differences for a moment and stare at you. You blink back and then introduce yourself thinking that if you're going to die they might as well know who they killed. To your surprise Poker seems positively happy to meet you while the harassed Choker ignores you completely.
   "M'names Poker, and that big brute over there is my brother, Choker." He gestures with his head. "We were just about to play a game of tag." He smiles at you. "Wanna play?"
   You decline, saying you have to move on. Poker nods, understanding. "Traveler, are you? Funny types you are, can never stop until you've reached the end. Ah well, then. See you later." And he then he turns back to pestering his brother while you move on.

Name(s): Choker/Poker
Parents: wild
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