Extremes

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WHIPSTER.

Cartridge loped along the beach, enjoying his exploration of this new land. A new land meant new places to explore, new adventures to have, and new horses to meet. And he was looking forward to all of it. In his mind, there was nothing better in the world than this, because it meant he was free.

Cartridge, the son of a barrel raceing Quarter Horse and a wild Mustang, had his mother's energy and knack for racing. He loved to stretch his legs, loved the feeling of pushing his body to the maximum, the adrenaline rush of nearly falling when turning quickly. Yet, he also liked to relax with new friends, to enjoy the simple things in life. He was a stallion of extremes.

He came to a stop, taking a moment to look around him. He had been wandering on an island, and had followed what seemed like a path, though it was too overgrown to be sure. The path had led him through some very large trees, thick jungle, so far that he had grown nervous and almost turned back. More than once. But, Cartridge was now glad he hadn't given into his nervousness.

The path had led him to a very secluded little meadow with a private view of the ocean and beyond. Not that there was much beyond the ocean. It and the sky, both so beautifully blue, stretched as far as he could see until finally they became one on the horizon. It was a breath taking sight.

It was there that Cartridge stopped and let the sea breeze drift through his black mane and tail.

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SHE WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER

Sansa walks the jungle aisle, almost completely at ease, still starry eyed from her night with Phaedra some two weeks ago. It had been hard for her to leave, but even the strongest loves were too delicate; they could not be suffocated. She's had less reason to run now, and all the more reason to stay and finally explore the lands in which she chose to reside. She likes this little island of seclusion. Beyond it, she would love even more. The red girl ponders, remembering the last time she had been mainland, and the good time she had. The thoughts leave her dreaming, fully awake, almost unaware of where her hooves took her. But shortly after, she realizes she is at the doorstep of a man, enjoying the breeze and surely his time alone. But Sansa does not fret this much, she is instead joyed to have found some company.

The red girl has always been pleasant, and he does not seem stern by the way his brow does not crease because of a frown line. Sansa clears her throat, a soft pardon for the intrusion, and then formally greets him. “Salutations,” she breaths, still high, almost breathless. Her mind has been whirling with Phaedra's lips, how delicious they felt against her burning hot skin. Sansa makes sure to contain the smile that would otherwise make her look silly. She remembers her father as he taught her the noblewoman's tongue. Cartridge is strong. He somewhat reminds her of her father, strong and handsome, but where Socrates was dark and a shadow, this stallion was gold. Sansa straightens her shoulders and chuckles gently. “I'm sorry if I've interrupted you, any. I was far too lost to see where I came.”

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Cartridge was surprised when he heard someone behind him. There was the sound of someone clearing their throat, gently, as if trying to get his attention. He turned his head around, and immediately smiled at the sight of the pretty red mare now standing between him and the jungle path that had brought him there.

She was apologizing for interrupting him. Cartridge shook his gold and white head, his black forelock falling into his brown orbs. “You haven't interrupted or disturbed me. Quite the contrary, miss. I'm glad to have the company.” He said, bending one leg and giving the red woman a bow.

She was certainly pretty, and she seemed to be flowing. Not literally, but that kind of glow that showed inner happiness. Cartridge wondered what had happened or transpired to give her such a happy glow. Perhaps she was with foal? That would explain it. Most mares got all happy and glowy when they were expecting foals.

“I'm sorry if I sound rude, dear lady, but may I ask what it is that has you so happy? It is quite an honor to be in the company of one so obviously euphoric.” Cartridge was surprised with his vocabulary. Normally he wasn't this eloquent.

Cartridge bowed his head again before speaking. “Forgive me. I haven't introduced myself. My name is Cartridge, and I am new to this land. I'm having quite a bit of fun exploring so far. What of you?” He asked, finding himself quite interested in what she has to say.

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SHE WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER

The red girl was delighted when the man spoke so kindly, and even pardoned her ignorance of intruding on him. Sansa was immediately set at ease, her body relaxing, though it had not been tense to begin with. But her ears flicker and smile falters when he comments on her exuberance, feeling foolish, instantly apologetic. She would never want to bother another with her mood - no matter how lovely or foul. He does not seem to mind, his curiosity is understood. Sansa exhales a gentle laugh, shrugging her shoulders. "Love, you could say," she replies, looking down at the ground for a quick second, before picking her attention back up. The girl smiles at his bows, genuinely impressed at how gentlemanly he is. She suffers from no anxiety, no worry, and this is a first. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Cartridge. My name is Sansa."

She bows her head a bit, a small curtsy in honor of this mans way. Sansa likes him, it is almost sudden, and it has happened only once before. When she had first met Phaedra, she had no qualms over believing she would be something wonderful. And, who knew? The God's could have graced her with yet another friend here. She shifts her back legs, looking at the mans face once more, still retaining a smile, suddenly just as curious about him as he might have been about her. New here? She was, too, almost. It hadn't been very long since she'd come, but long enough to feel at home. "Tathra is a beautiful place, wouldn't you agree? I've only recently found it, but I can tell you it holds more promise than anything the God's have given us." She is grinning madly now, proud of Tathra, proud for it ...

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@senoskae8 // sorry this is so late!

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((WHIPSTER., please excuse my epic lateness! My laptop wireless connection thingy is on the fritz.))


Cartridge smiled when she introduced herself, and even bowed her head back at him. “The pleasure is all mine, Sansa.”

Cartridge was glad that the red woman seemed so relaxed around him. He preferred everyone to be themselves, and it was difficult to do when one was nervous. Not to mention, it was difficult to have fun when nervous. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind from his wandering thoughts.

He looked Sansa up and down, glad to have made a friend. At least, it felt like he had made a friend. And Cartridge liked making friends. In his opinion, life wasn't really worth it without friends and family. If you didn't have someone to share it with, the beauty of the world was finite.

Cartridge smiled again at Sansa as his brown orbs mets hers. “Have you traveled much in this new land, Sansa?” He asked, honestly interested in what she had to say. “I will admit, I haven't seen much of it, but I plan to see it all. I like traveling, and seeing new things and places.” He explained, his eyes glinting with excitement.

Cartridge shook his head, his black forelock flying from side to side with the motion. “I apologize. I'm being quite rude. What are your interests and plans, Sansa?” He asked, his ears back from embarrassment.

He was aware that sometimes he got overexcited, and therefor forgot his manners. However, making friends and exploring were two things that got his blood pumping. He was passionate about exploring new places, and making friends was merely icing on the cake.