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Post by Peaches and Family on Dec 31, 2006 16:26:13 GMT -5
Light played off her golden pelt as she made it through the valley towards the mount. This was one of many times she ahd been to mounts just like this to find a mate, a home, a love, and a life. It was almost not worht it, they always left, or died, or kicked her out, or she got kicked out. But, still something told her this time would be diffrent.
She stood at the base of the moutn and looked up. Why should she climb all the way up? Well, to get to the otehr side....
She started up the mount and it was afternoon before she made it to the top. Just over the side, and into the next valley was the claimence area. She sighed in relife when she realized that it was the claimence area.
She picked ehr way down through the rocks and into the valley, where she knew, surrounded by others, she would call for a mate, and find one within a few days. This ritual had been preformed by her countless times.
She found a nice spot in the valley, not to sunny, yet not to dark, not to loud, yet not to quiet. On where she and the ones who came could talk in peace. She raised her slender ehad and let forth a longing call for a brujo who wouldn't leave. |
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Post by ~♥Dakota♥~ on Dec 31, 2006 17:14:20 GMT -5
His smoke and moon washed pelt gleamed as he made his way up the mountain. It was early morning, and the dew drops were on the grass as if Jack Frost had spat on all of the ground, glazing the tender blades with a tasteless liquid called water.
His orbs were strange. No, strange wasn't the word. Unique. That was the word. One of them was a bright citrus aqua blue, the other a shining clover green. He was always teased for them, called stupid names that didn't even make sense. He didn't tease them back. He was kind. He accepted their rudeness with a simple, "whatever" or something. They would leave him alone them, seeing that they didn't sink his spirits at all. His mood was already sunk as low as it could go. But his history is another story.
He had his eye on a fae, but didn't make his approach. She also appeared to be making her way up the mountain. Dakota would let her. He hung back. It was impossible to see him. He found the right hiding places. He was used to hiding.
At last at noon, he reached the top, the fae not to far in front of him. He caught his breath, and finally approached her with a low dip of his dial in respect. All were treated with respect.
'Lo, m'dear. I be Dakota, lead of Eclipse Valley. What be thy calling? [/font][/color] |
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Post by Peaches and Family on Jan 1, 2007 12:35:05 GMT -5
The sun hued femme was startled to find a stag so close so soon. The brujo was two toned, just like 3 someones she knew had been. The memories flooded back for a moment and she almost asked, but decided the stag would deem her crazy if she did.
She listened as his words caught between her harks as he spoke. A smile placed on her maw a she bowed before him and uttered these words "Lo m'lord Dakota of Eclipse Valley, I am dubbed Peaches, tis a pleasure to meet you." She stood up from her bow and looked the stag over once more "Tis a bright and fine day for it being early Spring." she commented |
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Post by ~♥Dakota♥~ on Jan 2, 2007 20:04:14 GMT -5
Dakota nodded, taking in her words as he straightened up from his bow. His orbs were low, not looking at her expression. He finally raised them to her face.
'Tis is of equal pleasure to meet you to, dear.
His auds pricked forward as she spoke again. As her lyrics entered his auds, Dakota had to stop himself from speaking before he thought. He went over it in his mind quickly, and then replied.
It is indeed a wonderful day out.
The small talk wasn't getting to far, but it was just the beginning. Dakota was one who liked to cut to the chase though.
Peaches, we both know why you wander these parts, so might I ask: what do you want to find in a stag? [/font][/color] |
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Post by Azideln;;Razzle on Jan 3, 2007 4:47:07 GMT -5
Pistons carried the masculine quietly through the lands, across the open emeralds, all the way out into the mountain's peaks. Tree branches swayed effortlessly in the light breeze, peeking sunbeams looked through the leaves upon them.
The mountain today was very crowded and loud, he sensed already that today was not the best day to wander into the mountain in search for a love. Sigh emitted from his kissers as he lowered his dial, but he knew he had to get out of the busy places within the land.
Pistons picked up a canter, tassel rising allowing the breeze to play. Threads danced upon the Arabian nape of the masculine, dial tucked as if he were playing a game called Show Horse. Snort emitted from his nares, for some reason even with the noise drowning into his mind, he had a feeling not to leave just yet.
In motion, his beats rhythmic. His spirits soaring, even though he did not wish to admit it nor show it. He was not one to bring attention to himself, but when he did he made sure that no one was watching. But then again, their was never anyone. Yes once his sister, he could always talk to his sister. Or his Mother. But not anymore, they had left and he was all alone.
Towers lifted and flickered, a call sang in the distance. Adrenaline pumping, he made his way toward the call. Reaching his destination a short distance off from where the call was sang. He noticed a femmora, as well as a masculine. He never seemed to ever be first when it came to speaking with femmora's, but no worries. He enjoyed taking his time when wandering places like this anyways.
Small patches of sweat formed over his mahogany pelt, but he did not care. He enjoyed his run. For he loved adventure, seeing new faces, seeing new places and meeting new equines.
Dial tossed playfully as his pistons felt the motion to prance. With that, he pranced his way toward the femmora and masculine. Towers lifted and pricked with interest. He must of really been 'feeling his oats' or his spirit's soaring, because he had the urge to prance. Don't get his wrong, he was not showing off. If he looked that way, he did not mean it.
Haulting once he reached the femmora, he took a few steps back. For the masculine standing first had came first. So, he would give them both there space.
Sigh emitted from his kissers, his frame relaxing. But still excitement flowing through. Now, this was not his first time at claiming femmora's or anything. He was just having a good day, you might say.
But getting serious now, he dipped his dial in respect to the femmora, chocolate orbs peeking through his onyx threads that had now fallen over his orbs. Turning toward the masculine, he nodded in respect.
Attention focused upon the femmora once again, he smiled. Kissers departed, emitting his deep lyrics toward her.
Good Day M'Lady, I am Azideln. An Eternal
He said to her, towers lifted and pricked with interest. He awaited her retort patiently. |
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