//don't clip my wings//

[\\coulisse//]

<sub>just let me fly

Sometimes she wondered, but it usually only brought back old worn down memories. Some where like photographs, or illistrations in a book. But she wondered if she should have stayed, waited...wasted away. What if he did return. But thatwas the thing, all the others who she knew went, came back after the 5th month. And she saw more and more of the stallions later that year. Then eventually most were back, except 3 that she knew of. One being hers. But no one would say where they went. Could he be dead? She hoped not. Even without her he could live a good life. But she couldn't live on her own without him.

A breeze stroked her silky pelt, its gentle touch calming her nerves. She didn't get to worked up...Who knows if someone would even come. She tried to push the past away, sweep it away into a painful memory. She needed to forget about it for atleast one day.Then she could meet someone new..maybe smile again. That would be a shock since she hadn't felt happiness since he left. Her light crystal optics galnce around, tracing the landscape for something worth watching. But nothing, only trees and grass..the usual.

She couldn't cry out for attention. When she tried nothing came out. So she gave up and just waited, silently standing like the statue. Auds flickered every so often in case someone were coming. Softly, nares released a sigh...She'd have to be patient for awhile. She slipped off into a day dream, dazed orbs still watching yet not so closely. Eventually someone would come. But when is what really mattered....</sub>

[--> Aleya]

Shawn;;
The great star hung suspended in the sweeping saphire canvas,thick beams lighting the geo.Tall spires of wood rose up before his mottled frame,the thick padding of spines and leaves growing thinner as it rose,like the tip of a gold leafed crown.A carpet of soft emerald sprigs burst from the soil underfoot,alighting the earth with color and a rich,humid atmosphere.

The scents of all others jumbled about in the air,the zephyrs blowing up against the face of a spotted skull.Nostrils flared as the jumble of scents detatched and seperated within them.Perched upon poll sonars quivered,wispy threads of both mane and tail lifted with the chilled breezes whipping through the warm summer litho.Rustles among the branches were common,moved by both elements and animals alike.

Optics danced upon the lighted horizon,watching so many pair off,so many others move slowly and painfully away alone.Nostrils flared,red rimmed,harks perked upon dials peak.Two beat picked up from his pistons,rythmic pounding echoing along the grounds with dull thuds.Apex tossed as pillars stiffened,plummage tossed about slender nape.He dipped his dial slightly to the one standing before him now,but did not bow.Why bow to those you do not know, "Lo.Shawn here."

||Beep.I cheated,lol.Just so you know I did use the same post I used with another mare....I am so very museless....*cries**||

[\\coulisse//]

<sub>lol thats fine

Just let me fly

So many broken hearts seemed to find her, cursing her nerves with the misery they held as she watched one mare leave here, alone. Made her want to run away from here to give her more of a chance of getting noticed. The fae's thoughts almost being able to echo inside Coulisse's dreambox. She shook her finely shaped climax as to throw the thoughts away, maybe she should of waited before stalking the challenge of finding a stud to take her home. She backed up a step as to leave....but then the figure of a stud with a decorated silk arrived..now she had to stay.

She didn't smile, yet she still looked cheerful. Optics glistening with the make believe happiness they held inside. She relaxed her weight of her pillars, but still kept them squared evenly for good posture. He had her full attention, could he keep it was the real challenge since she tended to drift off sometimes. Dreams were the only reality she had this passed year, it was no wonder she slipped into them so much. But now she had a life to live, dreams were near useless.

Vocals met her auds, lulling their way into them. She simply nodded, signaling she got them. He seemed to be a decent stud, no scars or wounds... so either he was new or just not very violent. Either was okay with her she was very picky nor one to judge. But she really didn't put much thought into a prince charming. She came for a home. She had a lover, but he was now gone...so unlike a filly going here for the first time, predicting every detail she just came for her own good...</sub>

[Requiem]

The sky was rather clouded today in Galloping Free. It wasn’t completely dark yet, though the sun didn’t shine down on those who roamed this part of the earth’s lithosphere today. Thousands of miles away the sky was lit, he saw. It was summer though. And the temperatures were agreable, though leaning a bit towards the cold side. For the andalusian stallion anyway. He was used to hot weather, and though he had wandered the colder lands for a few years now, he still enjoyed warm weather the most. Black visionairies looked up at the skye, seeing the clouds slowly float from right to left. A soft breeze picked up his shaggy tresses and the male shook his heavy skull, just to get everything back in place. His manes were long, and not exactly the silky perfect ones you usually saw on other equines. He just did not know how they did it; keeping themselves so perfectly clean.

His once so pure white pelt now showed dirty yellow stains, because of all the dirt he had collected throughout the years. It were just discolourings though, his pelt itself was smooth as could be. For he did take care of himself. The spots; he couldn’t help it. He guessed it was the curse of being grey – practically white. In time, he would get completely white. It was something typical. Born black, he would die white. Or... yellow. In theory he would be white. And who knows. Maybe some miracle would erase those stains and make him all pretty grey again. Who knows.

He was wandering the claimence mountain again. This, experience had taught him, was the best place to have a nice chat with other equines. Now he wasn’t that much of a talker, more like a listener and a loner, but he forced himself to socialize. It might come in handy in the future, if something would happen and he wouldn’t be able to handle it by himself. This was a good place, always. He never approached the arrogant mares; they expected to be claimed in no time, and would want to be queen as well. They only wanted power. They might want love, but Requiem didn’t think he could give them love. Power he would not give them at all.

Love was something that would have to evolve in time. Friendship he could offer, and a home, but that was it. And usually that wouldn’t be enough. As such, he never really tried to claim a mare. Claiming. It was such an odd word. It did not show the least resect for the vixen. As if, once claimed, she would belong to a stallion. And power... He was king now. He had a queen; Hadia. He loved her. Or he thought he did, anyway. She was such a cute nymph, friendly, and one of the few horses he didn’t mind to be near onstantly.

His optics sent their gaze to a strangely coloured femme. She stood there, not like most others, yet... He couldn’t lay his hoof on it, he didn’t know what was so different. Almost as if she wasn’t here because of why others were here. She would be an interesting fae to talk to, Requiem nodded to himself. Pillars kept moving at the same pace as before, but the brujo changed his course a little bit and now advanced into the multi coloured naiad’s direction. By the time he had gotten close, another stallion was already standing before her. It had happened to him yesterday too. He hadn’t seen him approching her at all. He really should start paying more attention to his surroundings, in stead of getting lost in his thoughts.

Daydreamer.

He saw the bayish appaloosa speak, though could not hear his words. The fae only nodded to his words. Requiem had decided to go to her, so he would not leave a possible conversation partner just because there was another brute. The other brute might even be a future allie. Who knows... He calmly halted at a respectable distance away from the two, and parted his labrums, redirecting deep vocals to both equines. “Greetings... Am I disturbing?”

[\\coulisse//]

<sub>just let me
fly

Her social skills had failed over years of solitude...Now she was to carry out a convesation with this stallion. So maybe she wasn't all so much a talker. She took her time, let the hands on the clock tick away as she watched, just letting her life slip away little by little till the day she was of age came. Then she'd be swept away by the angels who would take her to heaven, to answers hopefully. But you never know, she may not end up in heaven...but she wasn't too much of a sinner. Hell would not suit her at all. Still theres no halo over her head so you never know.

Just as she was about to let those angelic vocals free she paused, to see a fantasy like andalusian steed coming her way. Andalusians were so familar to her, her best friend was one. She taught Coulisse to keep groomed and bleached. Standing a the river for hours at a time kept her threads untangled and her pelt white as the clouds above. A simple skill, but obviously this one didn't quite master that yet. He would in time, when his coat shimmered to its true ivorn color he's most likely learn to keep it that way. But with him being gray still perhaps he didn't see the need to keep up with such a dull tone. Years...she'd waited one before. And he would wait through these. But unlike her he's guarented a reward, a silk of alabaster hue.

Now just becuase he came doesn't mean she forgot Shawn. Shawn..a simple, easy to remember name. Nothing too complex that she couldn't pronounce. It was almost perfect you could say, if not meeting perfection itself. Her own name was one of those some have trouble with...unless your french that is. Her name was french for wings. Sometimes she wondered why her dam named her such a akward thing...She had no wings though she wished she did...having the freedom to fly where ever she wished. That would be nice..

Course not...the conversation has only just begun.

He vocals kind of drifted off that last word. Sometimes her voice sounded like that of a miserable ghost, haunting you dreams with every oppertunity. But maybe it was just because she seemed like she was invisible some days. She would be right beside you and you wouldn't know it till you looked her straight in the eye. Silence, she was use to it and could master not making a single sound. Thats whe some thought she had died, she stayed at her home, never leaving its bondaries...Just waiting in peace. Now though she had to be noticed, there was no hiding today.

Name's Coulisse.</sub>

[Azideln;;Razzle]

<sup>Strong rays from the sun shined down over the mountain that day, as well as the entire land of Galloping Free. Of course. The days came and went. Their temperature's from cold to warm and back again and again. Luckily, the temperature was now getting warmer day by day.

But really that came to no interest to the mahogany masculine today, let alone any day. He just lived the days, a quiet loner really. But he knew it was time to start a herd of his own.

To find 'love' as they all called it, with which he had not found. Not that he was looking for true love, he could go on without it. He wanted nothing really because... well he had his reasons.

Walking quietly, enjoying the day he had to admit. I suppose, he wandered into the mountain. Perhaps today would be the day he would find a love. Why they called it that, he had no idea.

Sigh released slowly from within, his frame relaxing with each step. Orbs dazed off into the distance, silently watching the tree branches sway with the light breeze that had floated over the lands.

Lush emeralds beneath his hooves, soft to the touch. Tassel lifted, swishing lazily from side to side. It was a quiet day in the mountain's, not to much excitement. Smile formed over his kissers as he kept his slow pace.

Moving his way toward the shady tree's, once there he would rest. Haulting once he reached his destination, threads dancing in the breeze. Chocolate orbs looking between the peeks of the tree branches, looking upon the aqua skies and ivory clouds floating over head.

Some birds as well, flew through the skies. Singing their melodies as they usually did, they themselves enjoying the peaceful day. Dial turned to the left, nothing in sight. Probably not even a equine's print to guide him to whatever it was he was looking for. No, that he had to figure out on his own.

Dial then turned slowly to the right, there in the distance stood forth, a femmora. Towers lifted and flickered, she sang no call to summon a masculine. But that was even better, for he did not enjoy drawing attention to himself as well. Quietly living is all he did really.

Shaking his dial effortlessly, threads moving as well. He watched carefully as one masculine approached, not to soon later. A few minutes even, then another. Two masculine were speaking with her now, a smile formed his kissers. He recognized one to be Requiem, the other masculine he did not know. New he supposed.

Snort emitted from his nares as he decided to approach. Walking his way towards the femmora and the two masculine's, his beats steady and content. Dial rose, chocolate orbs watching her quietly.

Reaching his destination, he came to a hault. Dial dipped towards the femmora respectfully, deep chocolate peeking through his onyx threads. A small smile curved over his kissers, raising his dial once again, in it's proper place. He looked to the first masculine that arrived and simply nodded, looking to the second he did the same.

His attention turning back toward the reason he had moved his way over here, to the femmora. He smiled to her, nares emitted a soft sigh. Quiet for a moment, he had caught her name already. So, really their was no need in asking for it. Deciding then, he address himself.

Snort emitted softly from the masculine's nares, mahogany frame relaxed and content underneath the sunbeams that began to shine. Tassel lifted and swished from side to side for a moment or two before he stopped. Kissers departed, emitted his deep lyrics out toward the femmora.

Greetings Coulisse. I am Azideln, An Eternal

He said to her. That is all he had to say, simple a greeting, his name and his history. Not in detail, but the main focus of it all. Details would come with time, perhaps. Towers flickered, awaiting her retort patiently. He really had not rush, he had no place to go really and their were three masculine's standing before her. So, she had a decision to make when it came down to it.

From that, now he waited quietly, he did not enjoy drawing attention to himself all the time. Not to alot of others, or anyone to be perfectly honest.

But he still knew now that he was here, there was no turning back.</sup>

[Requiem]

It looked as though the femmora had been about to say something when he interrupted their conversation. She closed her maw though, and looked his way. She had noticed him soon enough. He sometimes had that effect on others. Andalusians weren’t the most common kind of equines to wander in the wild. They were famous for their little tricks they did with humans on their backs. They weren’t born to live in the wild. Oh how many had told him that. He had proven them wrong. For years, now. He was still alive, wasn’t he? He may not look like the most majestic creature out there, but he was alive and doing perfectly fine.

The naiad on the other hand, did look incredibly clean. Her snowy white coat carried a slight shimmer, apart from the part on her cranium where it almost looked like she had put a hat on. That was clean too, though. Not the slightest dust particle was visible, not the slightest hint of something that really shouldn’t be there. She knew how to take care of herself. Even this, what some may call ‘just a small detail’ brought something to the surface in Requiem’s mind. Soul. Respect. Simply by being calm and collected, and showing the importance of personal hygiene, she – perhaps subconsciously – demanded respect.

“Course not...the conversation has only just begun,” she assured him, and the baroque caesar dipped his skull in thanks. She might as well have sent him away. Some equines were like that. They could only talk to one other at once. Requiem was probably one of those. He found it hard to keep up a conversation with many others. Many, as in more than one. The nymph’s vocals drifted off in the end, which gave the male the impression she was a dreamy persona. Though he didn’t know what to say now. He was really bad at this. Still, there wasn’t something as a school to learn how to properly communicate with others. Real life had to teach you. It was the only way. Luckily, the female did know something to say. “Name’s Coulisse.”

Coulisse. It sounded French, yet what it meant, Requiem did not know. Everyone always found his calling rather odd, yet one, they would find it even more odd if he would tell them his whole name, consisting of a few more words than just Requiem, and two, their own names weren’t the most common either most of the time. He supposed it was something typical to find others’ names strange while never thinking this of your own. “Requiem,” he simply replied, after which he turned his crown to the left, hearing the thuds of another stallion approaching.

Poor Coulisse; three stallions. Requiem didn’t think he would like it if he would have been a mare and suddenly three stallions would come up to him. Narrowing his eyes slightly; almost invisibly; he stretched his muscular curvature and studied the oncoming stallion. Obviously he carried the arabian blood in him, he also had the hue of the crimson liquid. A bit darker though. A lot darker, actually. The pace, there was something familiar to that. The misty baron blinked. If it wasn’t Azideln. They had quite a few things in common, though they had never talked that much. During the migration to these lands they had travelled together though, just like all the others who had moved as well. He gave the sahib a slight nod in reply to his, then turned his attention back to Coulisse, seeing as that was what Azideln had done.

-- i know Shawn hasn't replied yet, but she's been on quite a few times since her last reply, so yeah . . --