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Post by Jetaita .// on Dec 24, 2006 14:10:16 GMT -5
[ooc;; Not really. But we can use our imagination.]
They say that with everything bad thing there comes a good thing, her mother said she was the good thing, but the young mare begged to differ at the moment. Life was doing somersaults, her mind was a whirlwind of confusion. She wanted to start anew, she wanted a fresh start. She imagined that was why she was here, but maybe she was here for another reason? We may or may not ever know. Tangled whipcord slashed out in the oxygen behind her, her threads flipped to once side of her nape, the alabaster side. A warm breeze came apon the femme, ruffling up her once calm threads, spooking her into a jog.
Trees flashed by the corner of her amber pools, the sun settling rays upon her back, warming her from the outside to the inside. Muscles in the nape stretched and then curved, making her crest move into a crescent shape, dial coming closer to her torso. Medicine hat skull tilted slightly to the side as she began to slow, the wind dying down, the sun becoming hidden behind a single overcast cloud in the sky. Gentle huff was extorted from her thin nostrils, procession from the limbs halted, her stance picturesque and statue still. Breathing was relaxed as her senses increased in sharpness, testing the air and area. Was it safe? Would everything be okay here? Could she forget her past and her family lines here? She could only hope as her vocals released a soft call.
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Post by xavier. on Dec 24, 2006 14:24:47 GMT -5
xavier. The azul sky stretched across, on and on forever, as did the lush, green land. The horizon was momentairily obscured by a dark figure moving apon in, hoofbeats heard to the well trained auditive. Dust flew up in the worn areas, where many stags had trod, hoping to find love, or to try to win a fair fae's gentle heart. Xavier supposed he was doing both, as his auditives flicked apon his majestic dreambox as he heard the sweet call of a fae. His pace picked up to a slight 2 beat, his talons scathing the ruddy earth. Nares flarred gently, trying to catch her scent. He slowed, reaching the top of the mountain, his dusty onyx pools spotting a two toned femmora. He paused lightly, his poll coming up in alertness. A whicker escaped his velveteen mug. Calming zephyr blew across the lands, banner and threads flirting and dancing on his rump and boa.
Xavier started out again, his dreambox coming down and leveling with his withers. His gait was smooth and unbroken, dust flew up gently as he slid to a stop in front of the femme, his dreambox coming down in a dipp of respect. Poll rose again, his dusty onyx pools watching her gently, a small, friendly smile appearing on his velveteens. She was beautiful, not like the others. A whicker went out to her, before his smooth mug opened, edmitting gentle and friendly lyrics.
"Lo m'lady...I am dubbed Xavier, who might you be?"
He dipped his crania to her once more, and then brought it back up, his auditvies flicking forth apon his majestic crest to listen to her response.
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Post by ~♥Dakota♥~ on Dec 24, 2006 14:29:16 GMT -5
As the soft call reached his auds, they flicked forward. He took off at a swift canter. He wasn't racing for her only, but he loved to run. Running was his life. He lived to run. Spring was defiantly in the air. Dakota could tell that. Baby animals were all around, though it was breeding season, not foaling season. It seemed strange to him. The deer and all the other animals were having their babies when the horses were breeding. He shrugged off the thought as he quickened his pace to a lope.
He was quite new here, and still looking for love. After he had one, they could claim a terra, and reinforce the herd. Dakoata felt like he was actually quite successful. He was one of the first to enter these lands, and took it as an advantage. More and more equines were coming, yet most were stags. Dakota made friends with all, though he tried to steer clear of darks. He was neutral. Not frilly like lights, yet not cruel like darks.
At last the smell of the fae entered his nares. He neared closer, and at last reached her. He softly padded down the small hill he was on, and reached her. He dipped his head in a greeting.
'Lo, m'dear. I be Dakota. [/font] |
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Post by Jetaita .// on Dec 24, 2006 14:45:49 GMT -5
Serpentine uncurled from it's position near her toros, stretching down and towards the ground, notsrils delicately sniffing the ground, some dust flying up as she did so. The land, for springtime atleast, was rather dry. Or maybe it was just overused? She could only hope so, she hated droughts. She hated lots of things, like her father and old herd. She hated life in some aspects. But of course she loved a lot of things, like the fall and the water. Mind was going off on a tangent, her mother had told her that she did that often, but soon it was brought back to reality by the sound of hooves trodding upon the topography, a small cloud of dust rising, soft huff releasing as it did.
Thin harks flicked and pricked forth as the brujo appeared before her, optics staring at him, taking in his shape and colors, making sure he came on good measures. It appeared so. Amber orbs looked to his, he seemed friendly, you couldn't hide true emotions from your optics a lot, if you could then you were na amazing actor. She tried a lot, and failed, but she thought she was getting better. One hark was still, one twitching as he spoke, Xavier, never heard of him which was a good thing. This was her fresh start.
"Salutations Xavier, I am Jetaita."
Skull gave a petite dip, a quiet bummer releasing as a greeting to him. Banner flicked against her sides, shooing away a pesk. Attention short, she looked away, towards the horizon, not really sure why, but then she noticed another approaching. Mug rose higher in the sky, taking her brown poll with it, her crystals observing the approaching one, hmm, two in one day. She hadn't expected even one. Closer and closer the other came, skull giving another petite dip, bummer releasing now before she spoke.
"Greetings Dakota."
Some may call it rude, but she saw it as quirkiness. He didn't ask for her name, she didn't say it. Rude was the last thing she wanted to be, but if he wanted to know, he'd ask.
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Post by ~♥Dakota♥~ on Dec 24, 2006 14:57:06 GMT -5
As he looked over at the other stallion, he dipped his head to him also. He was mannerly, for he had learned at a young age. His soft orbs were low as he talked. His banner and tassels softly ruffled in the breeze. The breeze also arose the dust. Dakota's pistons backed up a few. They all needed breathing room. The spring air felt nice, though it was quite dry.
Thy name is beautiful, Jetaita.
He was not lying. Her name was wonderful to his auds, and he was happy to at last meet a fae. He had met one, but the lands were still pretty vacant.
Dakota carefully studied the stag out of the corner of his eye. Dakota was a young lad, and was not very experienced with faes. He was very wise, but he hadn't been around faes in a long time. He was learning, but practice helps you make perfect. Dakota would never be perfect, and he knew it. All creatures made mistakes, and one would be wrong to say they were perfect. [/font] |
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Post by xavier. on Dec 24, 2006 16:07:51 GMT -5
xavier. The zephyr picked up lightly, a warm one at that, a sign that summer was pushing through, was on it's way. His auditives flicked at it, feeling the presence of celestial beings, knowing that somewhere, some place, they were watchnig over all of them. Xavier looked to the femme, his auditves flicking forth and catching her gentle tones, a small smile appearing apon his velveteen mug. Dusty onyx pools looked into her amber ones, a sparkle in their depths. His pillars stepped back lightly, bringing his russet tainted bodic with him. His dreambox turned, his dusty onyx pools watching as a new, onyx and alabastor stag. His onyx pools held no kindness for him, only a little respect. Crania dipped to him lightly, the smile returning to his russet features as he turned back to the femme.
"Tis a beautiful calling m'lady. Please, if you are comfortable with it, tell us about yourself."
A gentle smile curved apon his russet features. She was a beautiful fae, with her alabastor and russest mix. She seemed intelligent, kind, healthy, also, with that fire; the fire that was heald in his own dusty onyx orbs, that fire of a warrior. He stepped a bit farther away fro her, his talons making imprints apon the lush greens. The sun beat down apon them, though not umcomfortably. Today was a day of peace, of rest. Onyx pools looked at the stag beside him, a curt smile apon his mug. He didn't do well with unknown stags, though he was glad inside that there were other equines apon the turf of galloping free. It was what he wanted the most, for Galloping Free to return to it's rightful state.
His attention was called from his thoughts, and back to the alabastor femmore with the calling of Jetaita. The wind ruffled his silken threads once more, and he looked to the dreamy azul skies, happy for once, in this oh so complicated lift time.
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Post by Jetaita .// on Dec 24, 2006 18:18:41 GMT -5
Weight was transfered from one dagger to the other, left hind now cocked and relaxed. The warm sun shone its rays across the land, continually warming up her frame till the point she was beginning to feel hot. Dust rose in whirls and twirls around her pistons, staining them a light yellow. What a shame, she thought, sarcastically of course. She never understood the need to be perfectly clean, you were wild, you were supposed to take care of the necesities, like food and water. Skull gave a small shake, once again falling to her thoughts. She truely needed to work on that.
Harks flicked as the second brujo spoke, he must've heard her and Xavier talking. Hmmm. were they that loud? Or did the wind just carry them? Maybe, just maybe, he had been closer then she had imagined. None the less, he knew her calling. Crania tilted slightly, the wind whipping away her forlock as she looked at him.
"Thank you, Dakota."
She gave a small nod, her father had named her, no, it was her father. Oh, what did it matter. It was her name and she didn't have a nickname, not that she cared. Head tipped towards Xavier as he to now began to speak. Soft huff released after her spoke, her past. Her dreadful, awful past. That was overdoing it a tad bit. She came here to forget it, but everyone always wants to know about you, thinking your past holds the secrets. Gaze narrowed slightly, towards the ground of course, as she thought it over. She should share, it was polite. Details weren't necessary.
"I'll give some insight. My mother was light and father dark, my mother a fool fell in love with my father the cruel. He forced her and the result was me. She's a mess and dying. I left."
Ha, that almost rhymed. She was actually quite proud of herself. Tone had been light for such talk, her crazed mother said she shouldn't talk light of situations like so, but she did. It happened, maybe she shouldn't hide behind it but it brought such memories that none wished to think of.
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Post by xavier. on Dec 24, 2006 18:50:38 GMT -5
xavier. The great orb in the sky was beggining to cast long shadows apon the newly reborn lands, signaling to the equines that it was late afternoon, and that the warm sun would soon be setting. Dusty onyx pools flicked to the sky, and a small smile cast apon his bloody hued features, for the night was his best friend. His auditives heard the femme's first lyrics, and he nodded, yes, it was kind of the stallion to compliment her dubbance, but Xavier wasn't one to express himself through words, but through actions. His crown lowered slightly, and he fidgeted lightly, the sun beating down apon his young and strong back. Soon his time would come, and when it did, he would look back on these early years of live and he would laugh, knowing that he had done his best at whatever he did.
His brainpan raised lightly again, and his auditves flicked forth, his peaks flooded with her soft lyrics. It was horrible, her past, though, some had quiet the same or worse. He felt for her, and smile disappered slightly from his features, though not completely, for that was the past, and this was the present. You couldn't change history, but you could write the future. His mug came out, nudging her boa gently, looking into her pools, his own sparkling lightly. He stepped back, and his crown came down slightly, iron pistons shifting his weight from left to right. His mug opened gently, his velveteens emitting soft lyrics, a soothing tone to them.
"M'lady, I am sorry for what you have lost. It is a shame. Please, is there anything we can do? I suppose there is nothing, but is there anything you would like from us? Anything at all?"
He looked to the painted stag beside him, and then back to Jetaita. A look of seriousness crossed his russet feauters, and auditives flicked forth, listening for an answer.
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Post by ~♥Dakota♥~ on Dec 24, 2006 19:00:32 GMT -5
Dakota nodded. He understood, for many things like that had happened in his family. He could see that she wished not to speak of her past, but did. She was strong. Dakota softly lowered his orbs, showing his sympathy. If that's what she needed, he had it. He was kind to everybody, and was there for them when they were down. His family had grown accustomed to treacherous things. He was used to the sting they left.
He was unsure how to answer this reply, for he didn't want to sound all sappy. That was the opposite of what he was. He felt sorry for her and felt her pain, but it will always sting to talk of your past when it is dreadful. [/font] ((Eh. Yucky post. I have NO muse! loL!)) |
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Post by Jetaita .// on Dec 25, 2006 11:57:34 GMT -5
There was a difference between sympathy and empathy, a large one. She wanted one and not the other, but she got the one she wanted. Xavier was empathetic in a way, leaning towards sympathy, but not as much as most did that pissed her off. Skull gave a feeble shake, the memories still in the back of her mind, still trying to keep them there, hidden and locked away. She wanted the bad ones to be gone and the goods one to remain, but of course for her it was the opposite.
No, no. I'm fine. I guess just having someone to tell it to, and have them listen was good enough.
Soft sigh released, the mood for her had altered down slightly, but she'd pick it back up. Skull remained high, optics looking to each.
How long have you all been here?
There had been enough talk of horrible pasts, or maybe they had perefct pasts...Either way, the future was upon them, that's all she needed to move on.
[OOC: Eww, lol. Sorry.]
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Post by xavier. on Dec 25, 2006 12:27:46 GMT -5
xavier. The stag smiled gently apon the painted femmora. That was all some others needed, was just a smile to brighten their day. T'was terrible some has to speak of their past, when they would rather just lock it up inside them, and forget. Xavier was one not to talk about his, for who would believe him? That he was here soley for the purpous to fix things? No. In time, if they became friends, or more, he would tell her, maybe then she would believe, but not now, no, not now. A gentle sigh erupted from his nares, and he stepped to the side lightly, needing to move his weight around a bit, resting his right back pillar. HIs dusty onyx pools gazed at the femme intenly, his auditives swelling with the sound of her vocals.
He nodded his mohagony brainpan gently, in understanding. Nothing could help, that was in the past. You couldn't change that. His auditives flicked forth, and he listened once more, more lyrics entering his auds. Xavier had been here a long time, even since he had been reborn, well in a sence. He wasn't an angel, but something of a spirit, the spirit of rebirth, of second chances. Thats what he supposed he truely was. Or maybe, he was just another equine, an other equine with a duty. He had been here for three years and a few months, how ever long half a season is.
"I have been here for 3 winters, ever since I was a young coltine. I inheritited Power Plateau from my father, and that is where I reside. "
His onyx pools looked to her, and he smiled gently, gazing washing over her alabastor x russet bod. Mug opened once more, husky lyrics edmitting from them.
"Jetaita, I know you really havn't known either of us for very long, but would you consider joining me? I'm sorry if this is too forward."
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Post by Jetaita .// on Dec 25, 2006 12:47:02 GMT -5
It was the way she was, srtiaght forward. She didn't want to lead others on and that's what she feared she would do if she continued to talk with Dakota. Skull gave a small dip, mug reaching out and gently bumping his nape before retreating, optics looking at him.
Don't think I didn't give you a chance; I did. But my mind and my heart are yelling at me to go with Xavier. I hope this won't impend on our friendship and the best of luck to you with finding your true love...maybe even loves.
She smiled at him, then stepped towards Xavier, snorting softly as some more dust flew up. Skull went towards her torso once more, optics looking deeply into his before lyrics finally released calmly..
I'd be honored to join you.
Soft smile appeared alongside the fire in her optics. She knew this was the right choice, or she thought so strongly it was that she ocnvinced herself it was.
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Post by xavier. on Dec 25, 2006 12:51:58 GMT -5
xavier. A smile spread across his features, and he bummered lightly ot Jetaita. He felt her touch apon his nape and he shivered gently, nudging her back. He looked to Dakota, his auditives swivling apon his brawn crest. His figure stepped beside hers and he smiled gently at the other stag, his mug opening, lyrics edmitting to him.
"I'm sure you'll find someone amazing."
He turned, his pillars carring him off, his mug nudging her blades, motioning toward the harem.
"Let's go m'love."
[ I shall make a post. ]
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Post by Jetaita .// on Dec 25, 2006 12:53:09 GMT -5
[Sounds wonderful. Lol.]
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