-tearing my heart out-

[jesse]

Lactsescent fae strides without sound into the fresh umbra, an elusive cranium lifted vaguely as obsurated lanterns gaze at the terra. Her brawny bodice shivered as the chilling zephyr flowed over her pelt, sweeping wispy locks over her elated map. A darkened audit followed the chirp of a young swallow, soaring overhead, darting through the pearly clouds, showing off its extraordinary swiftness and elasticity. Spring was a wonderful time, the time of new life, new beginnings… This was what the misted belle had come to find, a new beginning and a new life. Perhaps this would be the place in which she found friendship, love and answers. She wanted an alliance, being non-aligned only supplemented her perplexity. She had been brought up light, but had begun to question her parents beliefs, many other equines in the harem had objected to of her inquiring nature, but this was who she was.

The vixen’s burly pillars carried her further into the residence, her emphatic receivers flickering, listening for the resonance of fellow beasts, ebonite preyers were flared catching the new floral aroma of this luscious dominion. A tender sigh escaped from the fair lamia’s kissers as she resumed her gaze to the heavens. The enormous light-giver was elevated in the firmament, signalling to the mare that it was past noontime. Her dark pools watched the dainty clouds float carelessly by, wishing she could be as untroubled and free as that…

Reality stung, as her smoky derriere was bitten by a troublesome parasite. Her silky plumage whipped at the vampire intrusively, warning it not to try that again. The breeze picked up once more, sending innocent foliage swirling with the coil, creating little torrents of colour. Her thoughts trailed to the image of a stag; will there be one who would accept such a small, yet brawny fae? She dared not think of the consequences if there was not. She was ever hopeful.

[--> 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."

[jesse]

Tranquil lampistra gazed at the jabro intently, sweeping over his mottled pelt covering the burly carcass. She watched him draw closer to her, taking in his wispy locks as they flowed with the fresh zephyr. His atypical complexion made him somewhat mystifying and she was faintly taken aback by his up front advance. Her salvarin doublets receiving the brujo’s diminutive lyrics and processed them with curiosity. His blessing was short and undemanding, yet ingenious. She wondered what his true calling was, be it light, neutral or dark, she cared not. She was looking for a companion who could provide her with a dwelling.

Deliberately not bowing before the stranger she tossed her misted pate and emitted a mild whinny. ‘Greetings, Shawn. My blessing is Purezza. May I ask if you are an element of a faction?’ A monotonous talon pawed at the emerald turf, uncovering particles of sorrel earth. Could this remarkable stag ever want to be with a petite immaterial fae resembling her? She thought not. From the beginning of her life her parents had shown her nothing but love, but other equines had disapproved of her undersized magnitude and inquiring nature.

[--> Aleya]

Shawn;;
recivers tilted forth towards the faceplate of the bronca,framed by stringy locks of multipe hues.thud came from the earth as though it were hollow as the others front talon lashed at the soft sprigs that bust through the top layer of soil.chocolate darkened visions followed the harsh movements against the land that carried them, "Not as of yet,Purezza.But Soon."Was all he emitted,banner flicking away at the tiny vampires that burrowed beneath mottled pelt to bite at the carcass that lay beneath.

shadows cast down upon his spotted pelt,mottled by the pale patches of light that filtered through between spike and spine.opticals followed along her chassis,wispy threads of mane fallen round her boa.skull tossed,locks of string dancing in the zephyrs.each thread seperated in the air,blown apart.then they waved before falling with grace to land upon the neck of the other.dainty wisps of cloud floated above,hang in the sky but avoiding the great star.somewhere a creek gurgled,mixed with both the soft songs of some birds,the metalic shreiks of another.

[jesse]

The madjestic brujo’s libretto entered her vivacious lobes; her thought-maker whirred as she considered his lyrics. He was a stag of few words, reminding her of her father. Grey sniffers emited a harsh snort as the image of her sire appeared, he was so naïve. Her gentle visage regarded the titan standing before her; she questioned his motives of why he had come to her. Friendship seemed absent from the enquiry, he had spoke very little to her and seemed vaguely uninterested. He had no herd, so recruitment wasn’t the reason of his approach. Her steel plated dial inclined somewhat in perplexity. What probable motivation could this regal brute want with her? Purezza’s charred planetary glanced away from the stag’s mask, a minor sentiment of uncomfort swelling within her. Her ooids fell upon a willow, its brushwood flailing as the potent zephyr brushed alongside it. She watched the tree’s delicate plumage being shredded off their shielding kindling, and being hurled into cyclones, conflicting and colliding with each other. Once again she moved her glistening diamonds to the akela, she needed to keep his curiosity. She wanted to recognize more of him, but was uncertain of how to go about this. ‘What are your plans? Do you wish to create a herd? Or perhaps join an existing one?’ The fae gazed at him hopefully, eager to hear more of his sunny lyrics.

[jesse]

bump

[--> Aleya]

[oh sorry,forgot...do you still want me to post,Cause she is dark.]

[jesse]

ooc: im not really bothered lol, you can if you want