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Post by sibber-chow on Feb 3, 2009 2:51:10 GMT -5
CiRQUE DE LASAiR. "All eyes on me in the
center of the ring just like
a circus. When I crack that whip,
everybody gon’ trip just like a circus." ____________________________________________________________________ Golden flecks flickered behind long lashes as the fiery vixen treked into the equally fiery lands. Her nostrils quivered, a puff of smoke escaping them. In place of the grey fog, a new scent occurred upon said nostrils. Cirque de Lasair’s masked tiara raised to the air for further investigation.
Indeed, it appeared that others had made it upon the Zunden’s legendary terra. This was no disappointment to the lady, of course. It was promising for her kind’s future for others of aforementioned kind to exist. As he cranium remained in the air, lips parted to make way for haunting melodies. The enchantress would call to the leader of the scorched terra, in hopes that she might join the ranks of the fire herd just like her ancestors before her. Another melody hit the air, this time with a shrill excitement hinting in its tones.
Finally, her head was lowered to normal height. She would wait now with patience. Her tailed whipped at the air, cinders falling out of it. The mare cooed as the ashes sizzled down upona piece of the barren earth on which she stood. Maybe she wasn’t as patient as intended. ____________________________________________________________________ "Don’t stand there watchin’ me,
follow me, show me what you
can do. Everybody let go, we
can make a dance floor,
just like a circus." |
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Post by Vel on Feb 3, 2009 17:42:51 GMT -5
Aiden
The Fire Lord
Aiden had been grazing in a nearly dead patch of grass, when he caught a new scent in the spring air. He slowly lifted his crown and looked around with his maroon orbs. He couldn't see any one, but he knew that some one was there. Some one not yet in his herd.
He slowly walked forth, hoping that this new equine was of pure blood. If not, he might just have to end their miserable life right then and there. Aiden broke into a slow jog and glanced around for the new equine. His auds flicked as he heard her vocals. Another vix it was, not that he wasn't happy about it.
Aiden came to a walk when he saw a colourful mare several meters ahead. "Hello." he said to he, halting. "They curse me Aiden, the last Fire Lord." he said with a small bow of his crown. From her looks, he could tell that she was a pure blood.
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Post by sibber-chow on Feb 4, 2009 15:45:52 GMT -5
CiRQUE DE LASAiR. "All eyes on me in the
center of the ring just like
a circus. When I crack that whip,
everybody gon’ trip just like a circus." ____________________________________________________________________ Hooves hitting the cindered earth caught the vix’s towers. Swiveling them first, and then her crown, in direction of the noise. It wasn’t long until a steed approached. He introduced himself as the Fire Lord, Aiden. Her tiara made an eloquent bow, on of her knees even folding back to lift a slender leg. The mare raised from her ‘curtsy’ just as gracefully as she made enterance into it.
“It is nice to meet you, my lord,” cooed from her melodies as her golden orbs seeked to find his own. The orbs might elude one to think they were part of her intricate facial mask if not for her feathery lashes breaking the seams.
Her head was held at a respectful height as she continued her speech, “I have come to rejoin the herd in which fate sees as the finest.” Indeed, she was proud of her heritage, and she had no doubts that the fire herd would rise to rule the island. Stepping forward, the mare fluttered her long lashes over those golden flecks, “may I, my lord?” There wasn’t much doubt that he would accept her into the herd. Where else would a Zunden mare belong besides here? But, she figured she might as well put on the ‘charm’ just in case.____________________________________________________________________ "Don’t stand there watchin’ me,
follow me, show me what you
can do. Everybody let go, we
can make a dance floor,
just like a circus." |
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Post by Vel on Feb 4, 2009 17:56:03 GMT -5
Aiden
The Fire Lord
ooc-- out of muse
Aiden snorted and nodded his crown after she bowed to him. She was rather respectful. Aiden listened as she spoke. "Welcome." he said, his lyrics deep. "Of course you are welcome to the herd miss, but I need to know your calling first." he said, wanting to know his newest herd member's calling.
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Post by sibber-chow on Feb 5, 2009 15:22:42 GMT -5
CiRQUE DE LASAiR. "All eyes on me in the
center of the ring just like
a circus. When I crack that whip,
everybody gon’ trip just like a circus." ____________________________________________________________________ The mare’s lips curled into a dainty smirk, her tiara still held at an even but low level. “Of course, my lord,” she cooed without clipping off so much as one syllable. “The name is Cirque de Lasair, though you may call me what you wish; Cirque, Lasair, or the mouthful.”
Her golden orbs raised off his figure after she spoke, surveying the land. “Would it be too much to ask that I receive a tour? My ancestors, of course, lived on these lands. I, sadly, never got to see the terra with my own eyes.” Once more, her lashes fluttered softly, resembling feathers all the more with the gentle flicker.____________________________________________________________________ "Don’t stand there watchin’ me,
follow me, show me what you
can do. Everybody let go, we
can make a dance floor,
just like a circus." |
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Post by Vel on Feb 5, 2009 19:03:49 GMT -5
Aiden smiled a bit as she told him her calling. "Tis a pleasure to meet you Lasair." he said, now knowing her curse. He raised is brow a bit as she asked to be shown around her new home. "Follow me, miss." he said as he walked past her, head high.
ooc -- I am really really really sorry for the shortness. I think my muse got drunk, arrested, assulted some one, beat up, drunk again, caused an international epidemic and then got shot and killed by some midgets in africa. So in other words, my muse is completely dead. xD
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Post by sibber-chow on Feb 7, 2009 1:31:52 GMT -5
CiRQUE DE LASAiR. "All eyes on me in the
center of the ring just like
a circus. When I crack that whip,
everybody gon’ trip just like a circus." ____________________________________________________________________ The mare danced along behind him. She allowed her head to raise as she paced at his side, only a few steps behind. Her head was sure to stay lower than his, as to not disrespect her new leader. A gentle whuffle left her throat as she admired the charred scenery, “It is more than I imagined; how many of us inhibit the lands?” As she spoke of others, her tail smacked the air in excitement leaving ashes to fall from the tresses.
ooc-no muse here either. BLERGH.[/size] ____________________________________________________________________ "Don’t stand there watchin’ me,
follow me, show me what you
can do. Everybody let go, we
can make a dance floor,
just like a circus." |
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Post by Vel on Feb 13, 2009 1:07:05 GMT -5
Aiden
The Fire Lord
Aiden looked back at the vixen as she asked him how many Zunden inhabited the terra. Aiden thought for a moment and then replied "About eight of us. Hopefully more willl come soon to join us and help us rise to power." he said. "So how did you hear that an army was being built up here Lasair?"
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Post by sibber-chow on Feb 13, 2009 2:34:08 GMT -5
CiRQUE DE LASAiR. "All eyes on me in the
center of the ring just like
a circus. When I crack that whip,
everybody gon’ trip just like a circus." ____________________________________________________________________ The mare’s golden orbs glanced toward Aiden as he spoke. Eight. That was many more than she had imagined, but it was a good thing to hear. A triumphant smirk curled upon her lips. “I heard some birds squawking about a gathering of Zunden. I did not stay to hear where; it seemed that these lands would be the obvious choice.” Once more, her tail swung into the air, sprinkling ashes on the already charred terra. A gush of magma spewed out to Lasair’s left. The mare didn’t even flinch at the warm magma just inches from her pelt. “Do you think these lands can support our growing army?” Her orbs were flicking around at the sparse amounts of grass.____________________________________________________________________ "Don’t stand there watchin’ me,
follow me, show me what you
can do. Everybody let go, we
can make a dance floor,
just like a circus." |
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