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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2015 4:56:46 GMT
Silence and solitude, they go hand in hand to make a peaceful soul. The land appeared to be still and lifeless, the soft layering of snow coating the ground kept the greenery of the grass hidden away, only small pockets of faded colour peeking out from the snow laiden tree branches that struggled to grow from the frozen, rocky earth. Everything else was a cold grey and white, including the one living creature that disturbed the lull of the atmosphere. With each slow step the fresh snow crackled lightly under her hooves, heavy feathers attempting to wipe clean the evidence of her path. Her massive bulk seemed out of place in this land where only the nimble footed small creatures could navigate but the creature learned long ago that the less friendly the terrain, the less likely you are going to be forced to interact with unwelcome company. It wasn't that she was antisocial or unfriendly per say, there just weren't many souls out there that she felt comfortable with, or that she didn't want to rip the throat out of every time they opened their mouths.
Heavy clouds of mist fell from her nares, mirroring the dense coverage in the sky the hid the suns warm rays and dispersing as her wide chest passed through them. The chill of the air was welcome within her lungs, sending small shudders through her body to remind her that she still had feeling, even if her muzzle and the tips of her ears were starting to numb from the soft frigid breeze that tugged at her unmanageable locks, attempting to pull strands loose from the tangled mess. It may have helped if she had a thick winter coat to protect herself, instead of her sleek, new short spring coat but it was all mind over matter. She didn't mind the cold because here her social anxieties didn't matter.
The mares frame came to a halt as the recently untrodden path she had been following forked, dusky blue gaze being thrown down either direction. One seemed to widen out further down though as her nares twitched, pulling in the breeze that danced down the path, she was certain she could pick up the feint scent of another equine or more amidst the frozen air particles. The path seemed to wind back down the mountain, probably crossing a few streams where fresh sprouts grew but she doubted that any vegetation would be willingly shared upon this mountain that defied weak life. Though peckish she didn't have the energy to bully any potential creatures out of her way so she opted for the other path, even if it led her higher up the mountain, on iced rocks that slipped away under foot.
The large mares skull lowered further than its normal slack carriage, whiskers fawning over the snow as she proceeded carefully along the path, carefully picking secure footing to prevent her from slipping backwards down the path. With her weight she doubted she would be able to stop the omentum that gtravity and the steep slopes would cause. She had been aimlessly climbing the mountain for a few hours now, licking at the fresh droplets that plunged from suspended icicles to keep her hydrated but water did little for a demanding stomach.
Finally her path widened into a small grove, sheltered from the wind on two sides by the rising mountainside. Small bushes fought to grow from the small pockets of soil and loose rocks, their branches bare of leaves though frosted seed pods swayed from the grey twigs. A small sound of delight came from her throat, being carried away over the mountain as she approached a promising bush, starting to pluck the pods from their mother.
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Jul 28, 2015 11:32:30 GMT
CHASING PAVEMENTS
The dunalino stallion lifts his head. His eyelids flutter open, previously hidden behind whicker brush, closest to the rock slab walls at the end of the grove. From his position, Lucien can hear someone as their hooves scrape and their breath lightens, as if they had stepped down one to join him on the little platform of quiet, deserving peace. At first, the stallion doesn't want to move. Not again, anyway, because coming face to face with someone meant a broken solitude. As the hoof steps draw closer, almost echoing, he's seconds away from moving out of the brush, until they cease. Lucien squints his languid silver eyes, nares flaring and he exhales a soft snort. Maybe they will hear it before he approaches. It does not matter to him that they might want to be left alone ... They hadn't given him the chance, unknowingly, and he is apologetic. As he starts to move, his body is suddenly emerging apart the whicker brush that camouflaged him perfectly. His ears are fallen back, head low and cocking to the side as he searches the grove for whom might be there.
He is not off set when the large woman appears, his long legs weaving over frost bitten earth and misplaced shrubbery. Luci is a king now, wasn't he? Time to act that way. The dunalino stopped some fifteen feet off, sending a soft nicker her way. He wouldn't barge in on her time, but merely ask if he could take some of it. He had a day of recoop, but now he couldn't pass up the chance. She's a pretty one. This is a plan term, sure, but he thinks it because she doesn't seem the type to be “next top model”. And her eyes are blue, which stand out over her bleached fur, and Luci is suddenly pleased. A built woman, a purebred Draft. His father was heavy like the draft breeds that he possessed, but his heir was leaner, if not built even better. The gold pelt stallion leans back on a hoof, clearing his throat to finally speak in her direction. “Couldn't pass up the quiet, huh?”
@dazi / hiii |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2015 14:16:23 GMT
If she had known there had been another occupant of the small snowy grove then the large mare possibly would have approached more subtlety (Not that she could be as fleet footed as a deer with her dangerously sized hooves). She had been monitoring her path up the mountain path even with her skull lowered but admittedly the peaceful atmosphere had caused her attention to slightly slack. She needed only her sight and the feel from her whiskers to choose her path safely leaving her ever twitching harks and misting nares to scout for potential danger. She didn't scold herself for not noticing the stallion hidden away in the mountainous scrub for she did not perceive him as an instant threat. She was much more concerned about the cutting claws and teeth of the predators that used the rocky terrain to their advantage. By her knowledge stallions didn't eat the flesh of their kin, but if she could have unnatural and twisted thoughts it wasn't out of the question that others could have similar ideas and be brave or crazy enough to act upon them. Thus his presence went unnoticed until the breeze rolled across the steep mountainside, carrying the baritone snort of a stallion.
Her skull didn't raise instantly, teeth picking off a final pod to grind between her teeth, giving her a rhythm to breath to so she wouldn't get anxious about the forthcoming situation, before her attention was transfered. With her focus heightened it took only moments for her harks to pinpoint the location of the advancing beast, gaze soon falling upon the shifting shadows that slowly morphed into a solid being as branches were forced from the stallions path. Her optics fell instantly to his skull, noting the way that he approached, any physical characteristics aside from body language going ignored for the tie being. She didn't care about any other equines size, their actions defined her reactions. The corners of her lips tensed as she stopped her chewing, her mind starting to play through what he could be thinking. Her own harks flickered back against her nape for a moment in response to the approaching stallion, though they returned to attention to focus upon any noise he may cast her way. She watched carefully for any sign that she shouldn't trust her initial interactions with this creature, a flicker in his eye or a crookedness to his lips but for the moment she couldn't pick up anything abnormal about his carriage.
The distance that he stopped from her instilled a little reassurance within her being. She hadn't gone through any horrific experiences to cause her to mistrust stallions, she simply lacked trust in all others but she would still show respect until they proved they didn't deserve it. Almost unknowingly her back leg cocked, mirroring the stallions casual posture as she finally swallowed the pods remains and her initial thoughts of the stallion. With the safe distance between them she could make small notes on the other, for future reference and to help put together this strangers puzzle. It was difficult to determine his exact height from their distance, he was of similar height though there was a confidence that he held himself with that sent up a few warning flags in the mares mind. It was nothing personal against the beast himself but confidence was often followed by stupidity or trouble.
Her skull twitched upwards as his tones reached her, her mind quickly ticking away, deciphering his words and tone carefully before letting her own words fall from her tongue. "It was quite pleasant letting my thoughts wander unhindered" Her own tone was quite, just loud enough to reach her company clearly. She quite enjoyed her time alone, not having to follow a single track of conversation, forgetting what she was thinking about a second ago as a more pleasant or interesting thought came along. "I assume that you were doing the same, unless I've interrupted something secretive" She highly doubted that this struggling land was the permanent home of a herd, unless they had been out casted for some punishable deeds so the only logical explanations available were innocent journeys or mischievous deeds.
OOC: HI ^^ Sorry if it doesn't flow right. It's been a little while
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Jul 31, 2015 20:32:32 GMT
CHASING PAVEMENTS
Lucien takes a few more steps toward her, lowering his head and relaxing his audits so the mare saw no harm. In truth, he had no interest in taking her. He always liked the excitement of tormenting another, but in a time, a place, like this he could not dare. Bad boy antics would be saved for a later date, maybe when they would matter more. He was new to owning a land, new to acquiring women - and, as much as he would come to enjoy Nyx, she didn't seem the type to just jump the bandwagon of a herd land so soon. Maybe someday she could be swayed. He is completely lost in thought, suddenly blinking back to reality and looking away, eyes apologetic. Luci always loses himself. You're an idiot, boy. His mind scolds, bringing his attention near where the mare stood. "My name is Lucien, I am the king of Emerald Isle," he introduces, bowing his head just flight, ears flickering and following the direction the breeze passed. Cold nips at his sides a bit. "May I know your name, or ... Even where you hail from?"
@dazi / ugh short. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2015 4:31:50 GMT
Only one hark was focused completely upon the stallion as he spoke, the other only giving him flickering attention as it kept a lazy guard on the surrounding land. The young mare had never shown complete trust to another being, the last and only creature she had felt connected to was the vessel that had created and welcomed her to this harsh world. She had lived quite a nomadic life once she left her dams herd so any other creature that had come into her life had only been momentary companions, not one had she let pass through her strong mental wall. Her racing mind picked apart the coloured stallions words, deducting that he must have had a homeland, one that was possibly quite busy if he needed to seek solitude in such a harsh place. Of course he deductions could have been ludicrously wrong but she felt another pang of anxiety as her gaze inadvertently flashed over the land behind the beast, looking for any creature that could have followed the other.
Her attention returned to the beast when his lyrics joined the wind once more. There was no way she could reassure herself that there wasn't another around listening in to the conversation, not with the snow laiden shrubbery and hard wind flurries that kicked the frozen water into the air. She pulled a deep breath through her nares in an attempt to steady herself, mentally pushing away her fears as she focused on producing a socially acceptable reply. "You may already be mad, speaking to nothing more than a tree bowed with snow" Her humor may have been slightly off though it caused a partially amused smile from the mare. As long as one of them was amused by her words thats all that mattered.
Her gaze hardened upon his direction as he started to move toward her. She didn't mean to appear aggressive or nervous in anyway, she just wanted to assure herself that the relaxed figure was not just an act. This stallion didn't seem outright stupid enough to not know how to manipulate his kin. As his movements ceased her gaze relaxed, allowing her to place all of her attention upon his words once more. King was a tangible word, he could be self proclaimed or it could be the reason he seeks solitude. The word itself didn't affect the opinion she was subconsciously forming of the beast, but it did make her paranoid that this meeting could lead to a confrontational meeting at some point. Despite her antisocial appearance she had no problem answering simple questions, it wasn't like she allowed anybody to stay in her life long enough for the information to hurt her. "My name is Nyx. I've been a nomad for quite some time, there's no place that I hold close" She had no need for a home. Her size allowed her adequate safety and her forever ticking mind kept her alive and moving so as long as there was shelter, food and water the fae could move as she pleased.
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Aug 15, 2015 19:26:50 GMT
@dazi i'm so sorry, i have to drop out of this thread <3 no muse for it tbh :c if you'd like to plot, hmu<3
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2015 15:18:46 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2015 12:12:18 GMT
WHIPSTER. its alright ^^ if you think of a plot that will work with your muse AND @horsedreamersure. if you wanted to reply to the first thread or such go ahead
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 19:20:38 GMT
ooc: I'll reply to the first thread
Ivanhoe walked slowly up the incline watching his step. He thought he heard a horse at the top of the incline so he figured he should check it out. The sun was warm on his back as he climbed higher. The air was getting thinner the higher he went, but he was used to it from his previous home. He bobbed his head throwing his long forelock out of his eyes. His ears twitched listening the sounds on the wind. He came to a fork in the path and smelled the air. He lowered his head his forelock falling back over his eyes. He snuffed around and then lifted his head. The tracks and scent went up the path so he did as well. The path grew slicker and he had to pick his way more carefully. He was thankful he'd gotten that drink before he came up here, but he hoped there was water when he reached the top. The path was slick, but his black coat soaked up the sun and it was high in the sky and felt closer the higher he went.
After an hour of the path he came to the top and looked around. To his right was more rocks and another path forking higher up and the other going straight. To his left a small grove. He smelled the air and smiled. He found the horse he was tracking. He bobbed his head and walked toward the grove and walked in. He saw the horse and nickered to let her know he was there. "May I ask why a mare is out here alone?" he spoke his deep voice flowing over the words like silk.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2015 10:50:56 GMT
The heavyset faes attention was split between the sensations upon her maw as she guided the pods to her fangs, her cerulian gaze searching the snow covered branches for her next treat, leaving her harks and nares to twitch violently; forever scouting the still air for any warning that her solitude was to be broken. The logical part of her mind told her that there was no need to be on high alert, the air was clean of scents and the silence over the land was heavy but her solitude came at a cost. Her lungs had to work hard to pull oxygene out of the thin mountain air that she was breathing, causing her frame to feel lighter than normal, her anxieties gaining an unneeded spur in the flanks.
The slightest sound of crackling snow echoed off of the mountainside and rang feintly over the grove. The faes chewing ceased as her skull shot skyway, every muscle still as she awaited a confirming noise. It had only been feint so the mare could have just imagined it, her paranoid mind playing games with her, or maybe a leaf had just shed its load of snow after one too many snowflakes had landed upon it. Yes that was a more logical explaination. Nyx released a slow sigh as she attempted to convince herself the was no danger, almost thoroughly winning her nerves over before a whinny caused each of the faes muscles to tense. She should have trusted her gut instinct.
It took a lot of strength for the pale fae to turn slowly and face the black beast with a calm expression. Her harks focused intently upon the beast as he again broke the silence. There were a few moments of heavy silence as the mare deconstructed his words and tones. The way the beast pointed out her gender and the fact that she was alone placed suspicions in the mares skull that the beast was possibly up to no good. His silky tone didn't aid to reassure her social parranoia.
"I am a nomad, everywhere I travel, I am alone" her voice was calm yet void of a welcoming tone. "May I ask why a stallion is travelling alone this high up a mountain?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2015 17:43:47 GMT
Ivanhoe wasn't surprised with the coldness the mare had towards him. He didn't think his usual charm was going to win over this mare so he would try another route. He thought about using force, but then an image of his cruel father flashed before his eyes and he pushed the thought out of his mind for now. He cocked his head and smiled handsomely. "Ah, I see. To be honest I'm new to this vast land and am exploring its various places decided which would be suitable for living in." he paused drawing in some of the thin oxygen. He wasn't used to traveling over this high an altitude being there were no mountains where he hailed from. "I was going to pass this place by until I saw another horse came this way. I haven't had a conversation with another of the same kind since coming here and you might say I was hungry for some good company." he stopped once again for a chance to let the mare think over his long reply. He was sure his accent clued in anyone on being a stranger here, but there were probably others like him around here. He stepped further into the grove and found a lone patch of grass missed by the snow. He lowered his long, thick neck down and plucked them up. He raised his head and swallowed focusing his attention back on the pale mare. He tossed his head, moving his long forelock out of his right eye to get a better view of the doe in front of him. He noticed the thin air was taking its toll on her as well, but he wasn't foolish in thinking she couldn't still put up a fight. He figured she must be able to take care of herself if she had made it this far without visible scars. He studied her and though he'd just met her he had experience with discerning people. He didn't see visible scars, but he knew there was such a thing as scars on the inside oh how he knew.
He looked up at the sky hoping the weather would hold up till he went back down. He wondered if...confounded he hadn't even asked her name or introduced himself. He smiled figuring it wouldn't change anything, but there was no harm in it. "Before we continue I must ask your pardon. I forgot to introduce myself, which any gentlemen from my land would have done at the beginning. I am, or was Prince Ivanhoe, but here its just Ivanhoe." he said giving a slight bow. He should probably loose the formalities here, but old habits die hard they say and his mother made sure it was deeply instilled in his every fiber. It might work back home, but here he wasn't so sure. This would be one in many experiments that he hoped would prove helpful.
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