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Post by Amore on Jul 24, 2009 18:58:57 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
That right, run away with your tails between your legs.
He whispered, a steely look in his eyes as he waited until they were out of sight, before spinning back around, using his wings to keep his balance as he trotted back over to Bird, running his nose lightly along her neck, checking to make sure she was alright. Satisfied a second later he nudged her lightly toward the greener, lusher land inwards.
Well, now, that was a bit of excitement. We'll be safe for a while, but we'll go deeper into the mist first. You can rest there while I keep watch. You must be at least slightly tired.
He didn't particularly wait for a response before he began walking, however, he did stay quiet to allow for a response just in case she felt to need to reply. He just hoped she was okay - She seemed to be, but it was dark and he couldn't quite make out everything too well.
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Post by .:L.a.d.y.b.i.r.d:. on Jul 25, 2009 13:22:19 GMT -5
The feeling warmed Ladybird slightly as he checked her over for wounds, making sure that his newest prize was alright. Of course she was, except for a slightly accelerated heart-rate and maybe a bit colder feeling from the rushing water and wind that buffeted her banner in to a stringy wet mess. Hey, at least the stallion Verloren was filled with pride at his accomplishment of driving away those terrible wastes of evolution. Why had they been allowed alive anyway? Stupid dog-like creatures that fed on equines and their young shouldn't be allowed to live anyways. Well, at best the mare could hope for lush pastures in the lands of Verloren and his Isle of Myst.
Thank the Goddess Epona it was dark, for Bird gave the stag a look of amused annoyance as he spoke of rest and nudged her toward the lush and green landscape that she would marvel at when the daytime was come. Of course the great feminine beast was not so tired as she seemed. Gypsy Vanners always seemed a bit tired, their great size betrayed them in this way often.
Springy grasses pressed the soft portions of each hoof like natural pillows. The equine's silvery spear pushed away some brambles as she passed, keeping the femme's face from being scratched as they wound through the gentle forests and in to a well-sized expanse of pale field illuminated only by moonlight and stars. The femme that was bred as a draft horse even now seemed delicate beneath the moon, which seemed so close it could be touched with one's muzzle. The light glanced off her long horn again; it swung in the air as she peered around her.
The land was luscious and rolling even in the dark. The mist, from this angle, was like a thick gray pool at the bottoms of the valleys. It played around her pillars, dancing in shapes that reminded her of the sky-flying and sweet-singing birds of the daytime. Maybe, just maybe, the mist was a liquid version of moonbeams. Or maybe it was smoke from underwater magickal fires. Smiling at the images with her eyes, the mare stared over her new home. |
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Post by Amore on Jul 25, 2009 14:26:06 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 guided her carefully through the small paths, mostly quite over grown at the moment. That would be fixed the more they were travelled, though, so he didn't worry about it too much. Time was often all that it took to fix a great many things. He smiled slightly as they stopped, proud to call this place home. He glanced over at her, noticing her taking it in.
I find it is most beautiful with a full moon in the sky. What do you think of it?
While waiting for her answer, her moved forward slightly, peering around at the place he called home, still so new to it himself that he had to often take a few moments to remind himself that this wasn't a dream. It was real, and it was his. All of it. Deciding she might appreciate a slightly better image of what lay beneath the mist, he blinked and concentrated slightly, having a soft breeze blow in to thin it out, letting shadowy shapes of bushes and small trees become visible, and show the shine of fresh water within one of the dips that had previously seemed to be a valley but was now made into an obvious lake.
He glanced back at her again as he settled the breeze and the mist drifted back in. He hoped she liked it. He was far too tired of being lonely.
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Post by .:L.a.d.y.b.i.r.d:. on Jul 26, 2009 12:34:47 GMT -5
It was like a dreamland, complete with a lake that reflected the swollen moon. His breezes, so soft and cool, whipped her long tresses to one side as he exposed their valley and lake. The horned mare closed her eyes for a moment to take in the scents and feelings this place gave off. It felt like Magick to her, like a dream that one could never wish to wake from. Yes, she thought, It was gorgeous by moonlight.
If the beauty is this mesmerizing by moonlight, I might find need to become a night-dweller.
She smiled a bit.
Gazing around her, the femme caught a slight glimpse of Lore in his element. He seemed to be apart of his home in a way that one would never imagine. He belonged there, belonged in this Child's Dream. A Pegasus of proportions that Hercules would deem appropriate, but a gentle king in his kingdom. He seemed so content and tame, maybe a young girl could climb on to his back and rise in to the starlit nights. The grasses, auds picked up, swayed and shushed the world so that the pair could enjoy it more.
Would you mid if I shared this land with you?
She asked, knowing that now she could never leave, after seeing this paradise the woman could never return back to the pain-ridden and rugged fields she traveled previously. There would be no more sleeping in caves with icy water dripping from them, no more would she have to est scrub grass and drink from dirtied pools. She would never, ever, have to spend a night alone again. |
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Post by Amore on Jul 27, 2009 17:23:05 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
Why, of course not, m'dear. I'm simple pleased I am not the only one it has enchanted. I have known many who would declare it too damp.
He replied, keeping his gaze titled back in her direction, though he still faced forward. An English rider would have labelled it as flexion, without a doubt. He snorted lightly and picked up a trot, letting gut instinct take hold as his ashen legs cut through the mist, leading further in to a small grove of trees, where the mist was a bit thinner. An indent in the grass could be seen, where he had clearly laid the night before. He stuck around the edges of the grove, though he motioned for her to go in if she wished.
He lowered his head to snatch a bite of grass on occasion, keeping an active lookout, but not as active as he would be if he was given reason to be worried. The canines from earlier were hardly a worry right now to him.
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