~*Love?*~

[~♥Dakota♥~]

((This is for JaCK!))

Buckskin fae's hoof beats echoed across the meadow. There was a soft imprint where her dagger had collided with the ground. She didn't want to ruin her dignity by going to the mare's claiming place. Sure, she would lose her dignity anyways by flirting, but she couldn't help herself. She cantered quickly, avoiding eye contact with any equines. She came to a small beech tree, and lay down beside it. The wind softly rustled her her tassels. She hadn't found love all her life, and now she was wanting it.

Her orbs watched passing equines, wondering when her turn would come. She sighed, and her nares blew out warm air. Spring time was finally here, and winter was over. Darcy watched foals as they frolicked through the meadow. She looked away, waiting for her love.

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[JaCK SPaRROW]

.:Interesting.:.

It was funny, how he came here of all places. JaCK SPaRROW snorted loudly as he wandered through the lands, looking over each and putting in his head where they were. Oh, it would take him a while. But he knew that in time he would be sauntering around everything, knowing exactly where everything was. Usually, the lad went to the herdless area, where he would flirt with the gals there. But instead he had come here. Why? Time would tell.

The bay scally-wag was at a swaggering trot, weaving in between trees and making sure he made as much an entrance as possible. His bay pelt was in prime condition, because he wanted to share that he liked to spruce himself up when going in public. The afternoon sun made him a little hot, but he knew it was worth it. Deep, rich brown orbs looked around the land, searching for another to chat with. JaCK SPaRROW loved interaction, especially with mares. He flared his nostrils and smelled the area. A few horses were here, though not many in total lived i Galloping Free. Which was good. Too many horses could get things complicated.

At long last, his orbs found a mare lying near a tree, looking rather sad and lonely. He slowed down a bit to a walk as he approached, snorting in greetings. He glanced at her body and tried to look into her eyes with his own pretty brown ones.
"Hello, love." He said cooly, warmly, "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, but call me Jack. If you please." The pirate was good at making entrances. Let's see if he could keep it up.

gots to get ready for church, bye!

[~♥Dakota♥~]

((i just go back from church! loL!))

As the bay aproached, Darcy dipped her head. She staggered to her pistons as she looked the stag in his brown orbs. He looked a little show offy, but he was a stag all the same. She noticed how he tried to make a dramatic entrance. His handsome pelt was well groomed, showing that he wasn't a slob like some. A captain, eh? She rolled her eyes as he said the word.

She watched him, not choosing to speak yet. He might be a show off, but Darcy might be able to work some magic and change him. She could charm any equine and had never failed doing it. She cleared her throat as she at last spoke.
'Lo, Jack. I be Darcy.
She ignored the love part he had said, but it still bothered her. She wasn't a "love" to anyone. Yet, that is. She was hoping to have a love, and the perfect famiy.

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[JaCK SPaRROW]

Everyone was a comedian. JaCK snorted as she rolled her orbs, holding back a spark of irritance that threatened to show upon his features. He tossed his head as she waited. For what, though? She didn't have to speak at all. Neither did he, but he found it fitting to his personality. He liked to talk. Sure, sometimes he couldn't control it, but it was a flaw. Get over it. Love was just a nickname he called everyone. He didn't mean he loved her, or that she was loved. What, would you rather him walk up and say, 'Hello, ugly.' Sheesh. Give the guy a break. His audits pricked up and his tail flicked, but not hard enough to land on his bay hide.

What was with the throat thing? JaCK studied her curiuosly and straightened up as she spoke. Was she a hoarse horse? [tee hee! couldn't resist!] JaCK nodded a small nod, then paused a moment before thinking of something clever. This mare wanted someone perfect. Good luck with that.Something told him that she wasn't too fond of him yet, but he shrugged it off. It kept nagging his mind, and was really annoying to him. So, he went with the first thing. When a stallion, you have to be able to think quickly. Improvise. That was JaCK SPaRROW right now. He lowered his dial a fragment, then opened his maw and spoke.
"What are you waiting for exactly, Darcy?" He asked, trying to get a conversation going. His eyes sparkled with warmness, trying to get Darcy to at least give a little bit of warmness to him.

The thing that was wrong with the world was that everyone wore a mask. Not many horses wanted to be themselves. It was all a masquerade, hiding your emotions. Not him. He wanted to be himself, all the time. He wanted to show everyone that you could still be sane and be yourself. Of course, sometimes horses were scared of being themselves. Jump off that cliff. Open your wings. Trust yourself. Trust was what so many equines underestimated these days, and it depressed the pirate. Of course, he had failed other's trust in his past, and he regretted it. But he was here to start a new life, to get away from all his troubles that constantly followed him and stalked him.

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[~♥Dakota♥~]

Darcy saw his irritation, and ignored it. She wasn't looking for someone perfect, there was no such thing. She carefully watched him, and his expression. He was displeased. She knew that he would never strike a fae. It was against all horse rules. Stags must never strike a femme, or they would be cursed forever.

As he spoke she began to turn her thinkbox on. Shee had so many things she was looking for, but few were possible. She decided to go on with the possible things.
I come in search of a love.
She carefully watched him. He seemed neutral, with a little bit of dark in him. That's what she figured, it might not be true, but she trusted her feelings. A darkish light might be fun. She thought to herself. But she halted her thoughts immediatly. Though she was mischievious, she wasn't mean.

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[Cobweb]

this is just a test