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Post by .:L.a.d.y.b.i.r.d:. on Jul 7, 2009 20:00:26 GMT -5
Dance With The Royalty There In Seelie Court A Princess Auctioned Off This Eve Singing Her Availability The sun bled over the landscape in the evening red glow it shared with the Gypsy's veins. The massive horse thundered over the landscape as a majestic beauty, her horn leading the way. Leaping over a fallen tree's corpse, she pounded the ground rhythmically with her large hooves. The banner she carried flew at her back like a bi-colored pennant, announcing Ladybird had arrived. Flowers and other plants flew from the rending pushes of her hind hooves.
Stag-scent whisked and danced in the femme's flaring nares as the wind brought it to her in soft gusts. Silken mane and tail whorled around her face and whipped at her back. The feathering at her knees flounced and blew like silk threads. Ladybird's hooves danced sideways on the turf as she stood still on the flower-covered hill.
The black and white female let out a cry akin to a thousand birds frightened in to flight. Her golden sound echoed over the hardiness of the territory. Her front pillars pawed at the air and Bird threw back her flowing mane. The sun caught the spire of her horn in blood-red light as the Gypsy brought forth one more cry of triumph and calling. Giant marks came down to crush sweet grass and delicate yellow flowers as she regally craned her neck in to a delicate arc. After all that, what stallion could resist such a beauteous femme as Ladybird in all her Regal glory?
Regal Lady Who Will Take Me? Who Will Be Willing To Fight For Her Glory? Regal Lady Who Will Take Me For Me?
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Post by Amore on Jul 7, 2009 20:42:02 GMT -5
Verloren so give me something to believe cause I am living just to breathe and I need something more to keep on breathing for
It had been so perfectly quiet, so wondrously still, for a moment that, even with his intent pressing on his mind, Lore hadn't been able to help himself from stopping for a it, quite literally. Just as his hooves had stopped propelling forward and his eyelids had slid shut over the deep, dark orbs that normally gave him sight, the quiet was shattered by the scream of another equine.
His ears stirred as his eyes opened once more, slightly annoyed at the ruin of such a perfect instant. The annoyance was minimal, and lasted mere seconds before the vague scent of a female drifted his way and he realized he had, unwittingly, found what he had been looking for: A potential herd mate. A year alone had left him much too lonely, and he longed for a friend, at the very least, to share his Isle of Myst with him.
Preferring to follow where the sound had come from rather that the faint, difficult to catch, scent that lingered slightly, he picked his knees up high to carry his hooves through the growth underfoot. As the ringing of the sound left the air and he drew nearer, he picked up the same smell, strong, and certainly feminine. He arched his neck as he slipped into her view, knees snapping slightly higher and ears pricked in her direction, only one wavering to listen for other things.
He slid neatly to a halt from his trot, staying at what he hoped was a decently respectful distance as his nose drifted out, uncoiling from his chest in her direction with a puff of breath. For a moment his eyes were glued to her, taking in her lovely greyscale appearance, her sturdy build. Then he blinked, and though his eyes stayed gazing at her, it wasn't nearly as intent. He had been critical for only a moment before returning to his normal self, and smile ghosted over his lips. However, even in claiming, he wasn't one to waste words, and they were almost always well choosen.
Good evening, madame. I am Verloren, though you may call me Lore, if you please. Might I enquire as to the title of the beauty I have had the luck to find tonight?
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Post by .:L.a.d.y.b.i.r.d:. on Jul 7, 2009 22:00:26 GMT -5
Auds pricked in the male's direction as he answered her cries with his trotting hooves. Muscular, graceful neck swiveled on broad shoulders to stare at the Stallion King. His scent, yes, had drifted through the pale velveteen muzzle of said Vanner for some time now. Regarding him, Ladybird took in each bit of detail he teased with. Wings, beautiful and fragile upon his strong back. His deep pelt mirrored hers in some ways, but was all still unique and appealing to her tastes. He was regal in front of her, and his voice more so. Speech eloquent came from his maw: Good evening, madame. I am Verloren, though you may call me Lore, if you please. Might I inquire as to the title of the beauty I have had the luck to find tonight?
An angel's smile pricked at the corners of her mouth, if any one horse could smile. Good Eve to you, Sir Lore. Bird replied, choosing his latter calling. Chocolate orbs caught his as she spoke, feeling it only right to give eye-contact when speech permitted such. My calling is Ladybird. Although, as you find Lore to be a shorter version of your unique name, Bird could be said to be mine. But only if it's to taste. Surprising was the gentle silk that flowed as her voice. It seemed to have been stolen from a much daintier equine than Bird; More pleasing to the ear, it was, than the normalcy of gruff Draft horse speech. Although, you weren't stumbling upon me as much as following my disruptive calls, no? Shyness caused her smile to become more visible.
A pair of lids set in opposite colors closed over her eyes, lashes touching. The breeze's cool touch washed them both, whirling the scent of flowers to mingle with their distinct odors. The last rays cast over the pair now, and the silence was beautiful. She had no wish to break it, as she had before. One could almost hear the stars as they finally crept in to the sky. A piano could have described the beauty as they showed like needle pricks through the deep blue night's sky, not words. Stars would only come to watch Stallion and Mare meet.
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Post by Amore on Jul 7, 2009 22:38:56 GMT -5
Verloren so give me something to believe cause I am living just to breathe and I need something more to keep on breathing for
He took in the name with care, storing it away so as to be certain to not loose it. He stayed silent after her question, however, as peace settled once again with the world. It was surprising how calm it became when night was coming. It seemed impossible that war could be on the horizon at times like this, and, although he had no problem fighting for Anno, he hoped it wouldn't come for a long time. He didn't particularly care for bloodbaths. After a moment, though, he decided it wouldn't make sense to leave his answer any longer and the amusement from before returned.
I do try not to stumble anywhere, dear Bird. But, indeed, your calling did catch my attention.
He replied, eyes sparkling as hte moon's light hit them, dappling his coat slightly as well. His ear flicked back to catch the snapping of a twig and he glancing over to see just a deer running past. His muscles, having tensed, relaxed again, as he turned his attention back to the mare.
The question is, though, why is one such as yourself doing on your own, with the danger of nightfall approaching?
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Post by .:L.a.d.y.b.i.r.d:. on Jul 8, 2009 12:57:06 GMT -5
He tries not to stumble. She thought, amusement flickering in her glassy eyes. Just as that moment passed, a deer flitted by in its bounding way Bird watched it disappear. Flicking her gaze back at the Stallion, she kept one aud on the place the deer appeared from. Maybe it had been running from something else, what with the coming of night and all the nocturnal predators awakening. His graceful voice pierced the silence again: The question is, though, why is one such as yourself doing on your own, with the danger of nightfall approaching?
Her auds both now pricked to his direction. Swish. Swish. Swish. Her tail made little sweeps over the tall grass. How should one reply, if one is filled with pride? How should one be not rude nor lie at a moment such as that? And the question has an answer, Lore. I am alone by fate, but do not wish it would be so. Nights have past aplenty since I wasn't alone. They seem more peaceful to me now. Ladybird grinned, more out of amusement at her plight than at her words. Sure, she had roamed Anno lands alone for long enough. Sure, she wished for a home with a herd to reign over and take care of.
Sparks of moonlight glinted from her spire as she flicked her silken forelock from her view. The needleprick stars grew to bulletholes now, wighout the light fo a thousand buildings that were probably here in times now considered prehistoric. No horse was old enough to remember them now, the Human Race. So now, without them, you could see the freed stars in their unearthly glory. Now the stars watched as guardians over a pair of greyscale horses in a world of color.
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Post by Amore on Jul 8, 2009 15:40:23 GMT -5
Verloren so give me something to believe cause I am living just to breathe and I need something more to keep on breathing for
A smile flashed back at the mare from his own lips, though it was more gentle, sympathetic in a way, even. He knew how it could turn out, being a mare alone. Lyra had even died. Although, she had been younger, built more finely too. It left her at a disadvantage, despite her speed. After all, speed was nothing if the danger wasn't caught in time.
It is sad, that the world has come to mares living on their lonesome. However, if you believe Fate has played the cards so that you might join a herd once more, I extend the offer to you to consider joining me in my lands. The choice is yours, of course.
He glanced at the sparkling of the horn placed delicately upon her brow, beautiful but deadly at the same time. None the less, it made her even more exotic in his eyes. He ruffled the black wings at his sides, reminded how much he appreciated them. They were useful, yes, but also found them striking, something that could make him stand out in a crowd. On occasion, that was exactly what was called for, after all.
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Post by .:L.a.d.y.b.i.r.d:. on Jul 8, 2009 17:58:29 GMT -5
To consider joining him in his lands. She heard his words, heard him tell her to contemplate it. That she did. The offer sat in her mind, and her mask was thoughtful for a few moments. She mulled it over for only the appropriate ammount of time, then answered him. Her words were chosen carefully. Briefly, she heard the ruffle of his black wings from their delicate perch on his broad back. They sounded like a bird's. Eyes and head moved to glance in his direction as she spoke. I would gladly go and see your home. It has been, as I said, many nights since I wasn't alone. I would appreciate the company. So, she accepted.
Her hooves shuffled in the grass as she turned to face him a bit more, a confident look about her. He was a tall male, almost a full hand taller than herself. His colors were akin to her own. His wings were definately unique among the other equines she had met. Verloren was an acceptable Stallion, Ladybird had decided this. He seemed to have a fine set of thoughtful manners to him as well. Bird took a moment to shake her crown to rid of a pesky fly; her spear creating a tiny swirl as she moved. What is it like in your lands? Curiosity struck Ladybird's mind again. Her skin twitched where the fly alighted, scaring it off. The sliver of moon above them seemed brighter than last night as it washed them in its glow.
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Post by Amore on Jul 8, 2009 18:25:56 GMT -5
Verloren so give me something to believe cause I am living just to breathe and I need something more to keep on breathing for
He smiled with her reply, glad she had accepted. He had hoped she would. He moved along side her, motioning with his head for her to follow him, gently extending a wing it usher her in the right direction. They had best be off now, after all. It was a long distance, and he didn't want the need to rush. He would much prefer to walk most the way. It was much more relaxing that way.
It isn't exactly an island, but it only has a narrow entrance, so it's very safe. There's a beach at one end, a lake in the middle for water, and various trees and greens around for shelter and food. It's usually cloaked in mist, though.
He replied, retracting his wing back to his side as began to speak. He wasn't sure what she wanted to hear about the land, so he went general for the most part. If she wanted to know something more specific, she'd likely specify, or, at least, he figured she would. He glanced over at her with a small smile, hoping the mist wouldn't chase her off. It wasn't too bad, but, then again, if he wanted to see clearly, he could breeze it away.
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Post by .:L.a.d.y.b.i.r.d:. on Jul 8, 2009 19:36:15 GMT -5
Verloren moved beside her, firm black wings brushing her whithers in a motion to guide her back from whence he came. She plodded along with him, dew soaking her feathered hooves and making them become soggy and stringy. The moon dappled their coats and made the coloration seemed to shift as they walked. Bird listened to his description, and caught her interest in the mist. She flicked an aud toward him to listen better. Mist? She asked, a flicker of interest crossing her splotched face. Like fog so thick you can't see the tip of your nose ahead of you? Her voice was a slight bit excited, but not more than ladylike. She smiled at the thought of cool mist enveloping her. It seemed protective, and so few lands minus the mountains had mist. It sounds safe and beautiful. If we can all adapt to the fog, then we could hide well from enemies there, do you think? They kept on walking in rhythm, plodding along at a comfortable pace. Ladybird's muscles often ached to run, but now she could rest and enjoy the company of another horse. The mare of six years let a whuff from her nares, and her marks stamped down the earth as she walked on. Stretching ahead of them were large masses of white flowers, and the mountains seemed so far in the distance. It seemed she and Verloren might never reach them.....
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Post by Amore on Jul 8, 2009 23:06:02 GMT -5
Verloren so give me something to believe cause I am living just to breathe and I need something more to keep on breathing for
Not quite so thick, but thick enough, yes. I've grown slightly accustomed to it over the past few days, but I've noticed it dampens scent. Even if they get on the territory, they won't see or smell us. It could be useful, like you suggested. With war coming, it is a good defence.
He replied thoughtfully, though he let himself lapse back into silence. He would carry the conversation, but only if she did. He was one who preferred silence, after all. It was much easy to think then, and he loved to think. Coming up with logical, sensible answers and different scenarios and outcomes was his forte, there was little doubt about that in his mind.
He kept his eyes trained on the terrain ahead of him, to avoid tripping in the dark, and caught a glimpse of the mountains. He hadn't thought they were that far away. His senses started working over time, although nothing around them had changed. He was on guard, protective of this mare despite the fact they had just met. Strangely enough, it felt good to do this, it felt right. It should have, too. After all, that was the traditional position of the stallion, the guardian and protector of the females and the young.
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Post by .:L.a.d.y.b.i.r.d:. on Jul 10, 2009 14:44:08 GMT -5
The femme nodded her agreement to Lore's statement. He seemed to want silence for awhile, and who was Ladybird to take his time from him in such a way? After all, they had only just met. The silence, it was actually calming. She could almost feel him thinking next to her as they trod the grassy hills down to the Pass.
Eyes closed, but still on the right path, Bird listened to her surroundings. Ears twisted in every direction, finding every and all sounds to take in. Hm. She spoke aloud in her thought.
Head jolting up, Ladybird looked around her. The night was a dangerous place, after all, and any sound could have startled the mare. But this sound, this little sound, scared her to no end. Panting; that was the sound. Bird’s hooves picked up to a trot for a few paces. She heard it, the sounds of feral animals. How was she to know, though, how far away they were? The femme’s hooves skidded as she and Verloren picked their way down a steep incline. The panting, though, seemed to die away. Maybe the feral animals hadn’t seen them. It was nothing. A small truth came from her mind. Everything around her was a bunch of small nothings as long as it wasn’t a horse. An equine wasn’t “nothing”, even if the prehistoric humans once thought them so. They used to be transportation, just working animals, breathing machines. But now, they were the dominant species on earth and the humans were long forgotten by all. The Equine Race wasn’t a “nothing” anymore, but the only thing. Ant they were powerful.
The Gypsy Vanner tossed her head as she walked, taking in scent. By the smell of water on the air, Bird guessed they were almost home. A night at home. her excitement was more apparent now. Neck arched, she continued their journey.
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Post by Amore on Jul 10, 2009 22:09:19 GMT -5
Verloren so give me something to believe cause I am living just to breathe and I need something more to keep on breathing for
Seeing her skittering, he pressed closer to her side, hoping to reassure her in her worries, as his own ears flickered, catching the breathing, the panting. His nostrils flared, trying to see if it was downwind of the them or not, but there was no breeze. That could be easily fixed, but if the scent wasn't carrying to the two travellers, it wasn't carrying to the enemy either.
The scent of the ocean was there too, and he was glad he'd gone to find the path along the coast to get back. It was definitely quicker, and he could almost discern the rock bridge up ahead. If it wasn't so dark, he certainly would have seen it. He decided to take the time to warn her of the narrowness of the path across the water.
We're almost there, but up ahead there is small path that runs across the water. It's stable, but narrow. Stick next to me or behind me and you won't slip, but don't drift too far away. The slants down to the water are steep and long.
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Post by .:L.a.d.y.b.i.r.d:. on Jul 11, 2009 20:05:28 GMT -5
The mare felt Lore's muscular form press against her side, the feathers of one wing brushing her back as it was tucked to his side. Yes, the panting had become fainter. And yes, as well, his motion to reassure her had worked. Surely whatever they were wouldn't attack a pair of very powerful and large equines. Ears plucked sound from the air as the stallion spoke. A look of recognition flashed between the pair from her dark chocolate eyes. She slowed, letting the winged steed take the leader's position. That's where Lore belonged anyway. Bird reassured herself, " My horn is sharp, My senses are keen. I will not falter in the gaze of danger. I will not falter under Verloren's eyes, as I am a warrior's daughter." A triumphant look ghosted on her mask. They heard the ocean now, and Ladybird stepped up on to the path.
It was narrow and hard, but the Gypsy Vanner would navigate the thin strip of land. Salty mist clung to her mane and tail, encrusting her feathered legs with its brine. Still, as the path became increasingly narrow and slipperier Ladybird plodded on. Verloren's tail was just past her nose at that moment, and she was staying close enough. A low sound made her stop. Bird craned her neck around to see what was behind them making such an awful noise. Light flicked off of demon-like eyes as they paced on the end of the land-bridge, tongues lolling from fanged jaws. And to her dismay, they wanted to get closer. One of the beasts stepped on to the bridge and began picking toward her. Scared, Bird turned to find that Lore was far ahead of her. I am stupid to let myself fear. I have lived six cycles and have yet to learn to follow orders.
Bird hadn't time to think, so she began to quicken her pace to almost dangerous. She felt the water lapping on the rocks, spraying them slick. She had no choice but to catch up with Lore. The beasts had grown wise to the fact that they could reach her. And they were coming after them both. Bird had only to get within two horn-lengths of her escort..... I am acting like a Yearling. [/i][/right][/size]
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Post by Amore on Jul 11, 2009 23:17:05 GMT -5
Verloren so give me something to believe cause I am living just to breathe and I need something more to keep on breathing for
The faint breeze carried not only the animal's stench to his nostrils, but also her fear, fresh and anew, although he had no doubt she would try to hide it. She seemed the sort who would, one who would never say a word.
There was a rush of wind as his wings shot out and he froze for a half a moment to spin, much more assured on the rocks than the mare behind him. He turned the whole one-eighty turn, raising his wings high to clear her as he slipped past.
Keep going, don't look back. If they knock me off, I fly. If they knock you off, the waves may take you. I'll catch up with you.
He felt his pride swelling up inside, as he snorted, prancing in spot for a moment, tossing his head, his wings out and beating on occasion to help him stay on the rocks, slippery with the higher evening tide. This was his land, and, by gods, he was going to protect it from such sickening creatures as the meat-eaters in front of him.
He felt hte soft wind blow and a malicious smile came to his face. He couldn't create wind yet, but he could sure as hell strengthen this pre-existing one. A soft yelp of surprise could be heard as the creature--a canine of sorts, apparently--felt a sudden increase of the push of the wind at it's side, and it's feet slid out of under it, sending it flailing into the relentless water below.
He did no more, not yet. Sometimes that was all it took to scare away predators, but it depended entirely upon the hunger they were experiencing at the time of the hunt. If food had been hard to come by, he was in for a much longer fight, for they had little to lose.
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Post by .:L.a.d.y.b.i.r.d:. on Jul 22, 2009 17:09:04 GMT -5
The dreaded words reached her ears but barely. The stallion was telling her to run. Ladybird flashed a challenging look at Lore. She would help if it were the last she'd come to do. Tossing her mane in what seemed akin to annoyance, the horn-bearing mare moved quickly along the rocks to the homeland. In an instant she touched ground that was not as slippery and whirled in a one hundred and eighty degree turn. Facing him, she watched as a yelping canine was washed away from the shore. It was gone beneath the waves in moments. She felt herself pushed by the mighty gale as well.
Standing stock-still on pillars that would have rivaled those of Ancient Rome's buildings, the spear-wielding warrioress stared at the pack of canines. She prepared herself with a few old words and then set out a few paces toward Verloren. Stopping, she watched the pack as it began to retreat slowly. Maybe two strong horses were too much for them. They trickled away slowly, leaving one to snarl where many once stood. Soon, it too left in a slinking manner. Snorting, the femme turned on the rocks and gently plodded to the solid enterance to her new homeland........ OOC: sorry, muse-lacking
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