Some Things are Timeless...

[Someday]

Journal:

<sub>Dim red, oranges, blues, purples. They streak across the sky, coloring the time dawn color. Nature's silence weaves its way across the damp land. the winds. They come and rumple the blanket of quiet. They toy with the leaves. They jump from branch to branch, leaving the shaking as a sign they were there. A streak of sunlight from somewhere in the horizon escapes the gruff hands of the sun. It announces the sun's soonest arrival. The clouds are parting. And from somewhere in the distance, faint hooftaps signify the arrival of a small gix. Barely more than a filly, small feet carry her painted poison and light frame to the lands.

I can feel it. I can feel the emotions of all those around me. They twist themselves around her harks, urging her to listen to them sing their worries. Perceptive glances she sends over to the others all around. I find that they are all older, more mature. Yet they flirt and toy with the poor stags that surround them. Would that be considered childish? Because I can recall, from when I was young. Dispatch. He was always bored, he claimed. He talked to me in a mellow voice, like he expected me to melt. He wanted me to play a little with him. I would always find a bit of an interesting thing to wonder at. I would ignore him. Then he would leave. That would be childish, would it not? To play with a while, claim that you love them, then ignore them in next? Passing time. That's the only thing it does.

I know the risks of coming to this land. Falling in love is one of them. I don't need love. Love makes you vulnerable. I know what love can do to a horse. Everyone says love is wonderful; mother only said it was okay. Then I look into her eyes, and I see things that weren't meant for anyone to know. Feelings of hurt, hate, betrayal; I could see them all. I feel overpowered by her feelings of bad, so I have to stop looking. I vow, now, to never love. Ever. Because that is when you give away part of yourself, to someone you admire too much. You don't ever get anything back. Plus, I'm too young. Who'd want to take a tiny mare who's in over her head, who's stubborn, mule-headed, and idiotic? Because if I hadn't ever been so weird, I would never have been sent away. Instead I would've found my own soulmate there, and never have to be here. In this hell of mush feelings.

The little mare, I, slink into the shrinking shadows, intent on staring at the glistening strands of spiderweb that hangs strongly to a branch. I see it because of the light that bounces off of the thin, strong strands. Little drops from last night's short drizzle make it seem heaven-sent. The poor little creature that painted this beauty is hiding in a corner of the web, in wait. He is tiny, tinier than me, and a dull shade of white. Before long, a small fly, while rushing from a predator, gets entangled within the snarls of the web. The spider excitedly crawls over to his food and wraps it in more of the sticky web paste. He is eyeing me, careful to not let me touch the long-awaited food.</sub> Take it, I tell him, knowing he deserves it. He doesn't respond. I don't expect him to. He eats. Then I worry. What if someone heard me speak?

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[Someday]

ooc: *whistles*

[Shalome]

((OOC: I don't think I can match your post length..Sorry..))

The petite, sunkissed sun moved softly over the land, his harsk flicked lazilly back, his pace slow, his strides long, listening to the beat of the wild things that surrounded him. He couldn't tell what any of them, the birds that sang the sweet lullabies that pulsed around him, were saying, but he didn't need to. It was a nice sound, musical to his flicked audits.

He hadn't any idea as to where he was headed. Or even if he was headed to sompeplace in particular. But he didn't really care. He allowed his stilts to take him wherever theyp leased, and he was a little surprised to find himself here, in the claimence area. Apparently his mindless stilts had decided it was time. Time to try to make another a part of his herd.

But that makes it sound as if his harem is just a posession, mares he wishes to own. But it is not so. He currently only has two mares, Milly, and Prancer, and although Milly is his long time queen, he loves Prancer no less than Milly. And it is a true love, not just some surface thing that the 2 faes say when they pass him, or that Shalome says when he passes them. It is always truely heartfelt, and you can tell, simply by the tone in which the words are spoken, the way they hang upon the carbon as if the air itself is trying to prove that the words hold meaning.

But either way, for whatever reason, the stag was here, in the claimence area. And so, since he was here, he lazilly began to wander, watching the other equines about him, until his harks spotted a lone femorra. He slowly approached her, not entirely sure of her alliance, though he himself was a light, but approaching her anyway.

He bobbed his crown a little in greeting as he finally was close enough to the fem. He did not get too close, as some stags would have done, but rather stayed a respectful distance away. Their noses were not even close to touching. There was about 2 feet between them. Because he knew he himself hated it when someone came too close to him.

"Hello," he murmured, watching as the sun painted the sky brilliant shades of purple, and dim red, and orange, his own pelt color, and yellow. "I be Shalome, King of Glistening Lake. Could I be blessed with the your dubbance?" His vocals were soft and harmonic upon the carbons, floating easilly over the distance between them...

[Someday]

<sub>ooc: no, it's fine. My starting posts are pretty much all very looooong. After one or two more posts it only becomes, like, what, two or so paragraphs

ic: Journal [cont]:

In her pert little mind, she sighed a bit in frustration. I knew I'd have to be found sometimes or other; it just irrates me. The brown-blotched mare stands up, her sore leg muscles complaining from being in a sitting position for so long. She gives a little snort and quickly shakes her head about, freeing her dull-colored tassles from the back of her bent nape. It was time to say goodbye to the thoughts of the spiderweb, because they were like people you see every time to go somewhere different. You see them once, then never again. My dark orbitals flickered over to his face. I see respect, and politeness in his otherwise blank face. Eh. I guess at least he wasn't as self-confident as others.

I felt awkward. It's like as if this is a play, the lines slightly edited to fit the needs of names and welcomings and such. I have seen many fems in my old herd being courted. It was all the same. Name. Greeting. A little info about each other. Flattery. First love; the superficial kind. Then the beautiful line that everyone waits for: Please join me in my home. Yes, I am a light. I was born, raised with these lines memorized in the womb. So plain, so...not me. I feel uncomfortable, like whether I'm ready to rebel against my heart and go along with the script, future already in sight. Or if I was going to make things interesting. Well, of course, I would have much more loved to watch the spider devour its unlucky prey, but I had to do this sooner or later.

Petite, blank look, matching the expression of her conversationer. Good morning. Explain 'blessed' and 'dubbance' to me, please? Because those words are just as real as the dreams that pass through my head every night. After her pert little speech, she stands, face in mock innocence. Seriously. Some stallions need a lesson about uniqueness, for all the difference they claim to have. Sooner or later, they're gonna learn that some gix's heart aren't easily cracked, even if they are light.</sub>

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[Shalome]

The stag watched her. His gaze was quiet, inquiring, as he looked the femorra over. His gaze was proving, almost as if he could see the thoughts whirling around in her crown. Though he couldn't. It simply seemed that way, like he could look straight past your optics into the deepest secrets of your heart.

His gaze shifted from her to the sky as he thought about the words. "Blessed..Well, honored, I suppose," he murmured, gazing at her, as if to make sure she had understood. "And dubbance.." he gazed straight at her this time. "What do you wish me to call you?" he asked.

((OOC: Ugh..I had written the first part of the post, and then I lost it, so it kinda sucks.))

[Someday]

<sub>ooc: ouch. I hate it when that happens.

Journal [cont.]:

Confused, I could tell. Or maybe just lightly curious. Either way, maybe it occured to him that it was funny how a light mare wouldn't know the precariously written role of the lights when it came to claiming. Overhead, I heard tell the trees rustle, and laugh, giggle a little. I saw the birds cackling to each other, some uttering a short speech with cheeps and criiis, so making an ugly, loud, obnoxious caw. Ooh, burn! The crow's friends laugh. Enfuriated, the little bird turn tailed and marched/flew away. Birds; those things were interesting.

Attention returned to the stallion, the little mare studied him again. She felt like her dreambox was being prodded at, but couldn't get in. Grinned in her thoughts. Listeners pushed forward as she listened to him speak. She was a bit dissapointed; she wanted to see a bewildered look. But it was supposed to be good that he was cool, calm, right? 'Blessed...well, honored, I suppose,' I heard him say. Well, I suppose it was to be expected. But still... 'Honored'. Honored with my name? Honored with a name? Unless you were, say, some good human leader, maybe you could feel honored with know him. But I'm not known. I sometimes don't even know me. She caught another breath of words. 'And dubbance...' well, doi, didn't I know that much already. Details, details.

Sometimes life is oh so boring. Sometimes it makes you want to doze off, not pay attention, especially when there is none of nature's wonders to keep you up and about. Like a spider devouring a poor, stupid insect. Or feeling warm sunlight on your back, or running with the wind in your face...
She shook her head, as if to shake her thoughts out of her ear. What'd he say? Unashamed, she asked, Sorry, but I didn't catch the last part. I was...thinking. What else could I say? It's not like I keep just admit my interests to a close-enough-to stranger.</sub>

[Shalome]

((OOC: I'm sorry..I have absolutely no muse, so I'll reply later))