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Post by kirjava on Jun 9, 2008 16:28:10 GMT -5
At first glance, Ayven was normal. Nothing extraoridianry, or super fancy. Just a brawny mustang, with a painted pelt- contrasted so nicely with black and white.- Though maybe Ayven was different. Just maybe he was. So ayven wasn't graceful, that didn't matter. Maybe he had some battle scars, What would that matter? -it proved he could fight. - Yet As ayven set forth in the darker lands, Much like what he prefered, Ayven felt it did matter. What was so different about himself, then others? i mean sure, he had a bit of an over ative attitude, but really these days, who didn't? Ayven's mind was so full of questions, he was begging to forget what an answer was. Darker thoughts played like broken records in his head, repeating constantly. Was it a reminder of something he needed to do, or an annoyance. He was beging to think it was both. His facade twitched as he pulled himself through denser braken. This place was vile to life it seemed. Nothing wanted to be here, yet carcoal like grass clung to the air gasping for a breath of nutrient. Hard damp ground sent tiny shocks waves through to his bones as if mother earth were begging ayven to turn around, to head back to another place, like sunny bella valle. Yet, Ayven couldn't do it. No. He was propelled to move on, and find something to be worth doing, something worth hanging around for a second or too longer. these barren lands didn't seem to hold much to that hope, yet the black and white stag believe he would find something here, if not something would find him.
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 9, 2008 16:51:04 GMT -5
Fiana;;
Terra de Rocas
A robust fae made her own pace through these troubled lands; she'd already met her eyes and words with other equine of the area, but her heart longed for more. She had to buildher herd, but not with the faint of heart. No, she would have the strongest alliance of fae and stag that would ever exist; only the finest would be of her herd.
Her thoughts raced on about the future of Terra de Rocas, until the scent of a stag game across her nostrils; they flared with intice. A stallion? She had yet to claim any stags to make up her herd... possibly this was the perfect chance. Her gait became heavy, the earth trembling beneath her heavy, still shod hooves. As she gamed in on the male, his scent practically fluttering through her nostrils, the fae beckoned to him with a strong nicker. She would test this stag for what he was worth. She had yet to take vision of him, but his scent aroused her enough; it told enough to say he was worthy to take a gander at.
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Post by kirjava on Jun 9, 2008 19:05:04 GMT -5
Ayven trned as softly as possible, at the shrill call of a nicker. he stoped and looked on for a moment, not bewildered, yet, wondering were the sound had come from, you see it was hard to tell in such a land were the trees bound and rebounded every sound around them. Making them hollow and harder to pin point thn when in the open. The only sollution, would be to reply with his own nicker. He stepped into a clearing, it was small, yet spacious enough, rasing his crown higher in the air, and temporarily exposing his jugular groove his let a shrilly, husky call of his own fill the air. Stamping an impatient hoof, he hated not beging able to pin point another equine. A slight smell filled his nares after a moments pause. That of a feas. Suddenly the hollow of his auds picked up a heavy tramping sound. A sound that heavy, why he cursed himself for not hearing it earlier. Show yourself fea. he growled. his own pelt looked dull in the small amount of light given by the sun. His dull black optics searched not for a pelt, yet for movement. Auds moved about as he was rather perturbed.
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 9, 2008 19:15:46 GMT -5
Her small auds flecked back upon her skull as she heard his recall; she hadn't realized how much of a sound trap this locale was. Early, the fae she had spoken with was so close upon her that she hadn't been able to miss where the sound occured from. Regardless, she followed the scent of the stag, finally occuring upon his bulk, her head soon rising from the mass of his body to his own skull and searching opts.
She nickered once more, "over here, stag." She lowered her head gently, showing respect to the fact that he was a stag. She was less coy in field of respect when it came to a male. In what used to be her homelands, she was always taught to respect a stag, especially one of age. However, she soon rose her head, holding it at a regnant height. After all, she was leader of a herd and him a stranger, she couldn't show off too much submission to one who wasn't already above her. Though, she would tread carefully as to not pick a fight against any stag, especially one who seemed so well seasoned with scars and experience.
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Post by kirjava on Jun 9, 2008 19:43:22 GMT -5
Ayven looked to the fea that stood before himself. She wasn't so far off, his mind stated as a fact. - a little late was it not?- Impressed with the fact that she had remaining respect in her, he nodded her slight 'bow' off. He lowered his dome to show the other fea respect in return. For she seemed rather important if she barged at him like that. Laughing inwadly, in that infamous child cackle. He took in the mares built, she wasn't of a draft breed, yet she was built well. To true words, he like what he saw with the mare. his rump went rigid at thoughts that would be - not in his plans to fore close. well fae, you must be of importance to have barged in on my like that. What is it you want. his vocals rasped, though he showed some respect through them, if only the tinest hint.
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 9, 2008 22:12:36 GMT -5
Vix shook her head at the annoyance of a few pestering flies; though her crown soon rested high on its perch once again. Her auds trembled under his words and a once hard hoof came down gently -- approaching him. She took a few gentle steps, letting her poll lower slightly as she approached, she had to be ready for any sudden change in his disposition. "Stag, don't find me to be more or less than what I am. Leader of a herd as I may be," she nickered, coming up to face him her eyes flattering his own lush orbs, "I am but a mare. I come as any does, seeking to be a part of something great. Terra de Rocas is my land, and the members are few, I merely wandered across a stag such as yourself in my search." Her voice was calm, and her tone less taunting than she might speak to a mare. She was never one to start a conflict without cause, especially upon a stag.
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Post by kirjava on Jun 10, 2008 19:53:58 GMT -5
Ayven looked at the mare. Was it to be a surprise that she lead a herd? No. Her position demanded respect. Gained only when a proper leader is oneself. He snorted, slightly confussed though nothing unmanagedable. So tell me this then, why demand respect, only to toss it aside dove? He called back lightly, his tones losing some of their raspy charm. He noticed the fea had steped toward himself, though he made no move to leave, or step towards her, he stood relaxed, calm, and patience. His nares were slightly extended, that was a normal pose for them. Ayven waited a moment for her reply. He knew he'd get one, it would just be a moment.
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 11, 2008 1:20:31 GMT -5
"Respect, I do demand; but my honor shouldn't hold regard in to what I want. My rank nor authority control my coming upon you; I am here as I am, an equine in the search for greatness... If that makes sense." She nickered lightly, an air of confidence about her, though it wasn't overbaring. Indeed, she demanded respect, but that was moreover in her own lands and among the females and lower ranks. Out here, she still stood herself above any female, but even with that she wanted a modest respect. She wanted to be seen as the leader she was, but her intentions weren't to be skewed just because she was the alpha among her herd; she was just an equine like the rest.
With that, she shook her head, not sure nor too concerned with what he took of her message. She gave another gentle step foward, though only with one hoof planting itself fowards. "And, if I may venture, what is it you seek upon these lands?"
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Post by kirjava on Jun 17, 2008 14:37:49 GMT -5
Ayven Looked on, flat colored windows, misssed little. The sleek, sure step of the minx infront of her seemed to come off as a reassurance- or wanting to reassure. His patched pelt hit a little patch of sun light. The kind that disarrayed the sky, that didn't offer helpful glimmers. This didn't bother ayven, it bothered him that he was at the 'mercy' of this fiana caracter. A glimmer caught his eye, as a reply built in his voice box. Ayven wanted a softer voice, though when givin an overly husky, course parlage, you really can't change that. " Oh, so your goal, much like others, is for greatness. For this, I wish you luck with future turmoils. " He paused for a moment, to calm, and organize his thoughts. "You will do great, for greatness seems to expell off of yourself." he called in a soft vocalization of what he thought. Though Aven wasn't meant to be flattering to any, he merely stated fact.
"Your question cannot be truly answered by myself. If this deems any sense. I'm looking for a reason to fight for a heartbeat." He called softly. undermineing his usual tones, that spoke at normal levels. It wasn't like he was answering the vixen, no, more or less like he was answering his own question. Calming his own inner turmoil. He steped towards the branches coverings, prefering the shadows cover. Hiding scars that weren't their 'hidden', you could say.
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Post by sibber-chow on Jul 17, 2008 2:26:23 GMT -5
Fiana watched the stag; he seemed so serious, like he had seen so many years neyond her own. However, as he spoke, she couldn't help but curl her lips with delight. Whether he meant it as one or not she took his words as a compliment.
"Understood," She murmured, pacing around him in a wide circle, watching the highlights in his pelt change as she crossed the paths of the sun gleaming through the trees. "But, maybe belonging amongst the high ranks of a herd would give such a stag meaning to live?" The tail closed her circle in slightly, stopping as she was in front of him, the side of her girth facing his crown.
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Post by sink on Dec 27, 2008 0:47:00 GMT -5
Avyen laughed, lowly. As the mare made yet another dominating circle around him. Shadows carresed his sides, and light burned them. "Fiana..fiana." His whisered to her. Not caring that she tempted him like a kelpie. Not worried that she could possibly come to take his life, his torture away. Oh the leasure that could bring him! Yet could temptation be reduced to nothing? His mind turned senseless to the essa. and what possible rank could you offer me? something that would be worth my life? Which seems to suddeny expand in your presence. he mumbled toards her, urning to reach out and touch her, just to feel if she was tangible. Or would this dream soon fade to night? Would hell writhe forthe, with its goulish desires to bring another deamon down to it's true ranks? Ayven never found out, as his two toned maw never reached forward to carress her side.
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Post by sibber-chow on Dec 27, 2008 1:28:47 GMT -5
The ebony gave her lips chance to part into a gentle smirk as he whispered. Her towers fluttered beneath his words. Slowly, her crown gazed upon him with her bodice following in suit. Finding her chocolate orbs held even with his, the essa parted her maw for her own words to caress his auds. “Ayven,” she began, his name rolling off her tongue with a general ease,” the highest rank a stag could own is obtained in my herd. However, I can tempt you,” the mare paused, her tiara lifted over his own, grasping his forelock between her lips. She teased with the little hairs for a moment before pulling her muzzle away. Once more, her melodies breeched out alluring speech, “with the ranks of a Beta, or a warrior if that is what suits you best.”
The mare then took a modest step back, almost looking as if she was rethinking her touch to him. She already had a mate and she should not be tempting this mustang in such a manner. However, there was a certain allure she felt from this particular stallion. There was very little affection between her and Torchwood. And, Fiana could definitely sense sparks between her and this stag.
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Post by sink on Dec 27, 2008 1:43:08 GMT -5
Ayven laughed a course laughed. " spoken for, eh?" he called in a soft manner... the words were mumbled and dragged together. " Then for know, your offer has to remain to be excepted. " his husky voice called. With a flick of his tail, he waited.
And
then
she
touched him.
This was new to ayven. Their was a zing to her touch, their wasn't a longing for her touch, but he liked it. No he loved it. Their was something in it that even sex couldn't bring. That even the most primitive form of sex couldn't rush upon him. Fiana... could she feel that? He could. He did. And he wanted more. Like an Alcoholic, presented with the finest whiskey. It isn't right to resist. Yet he did, as she stepped away from him, his eyes momentarily pleading no. Flicked to lifeless again. This was his queen know. And the next action he took surprised even himself. He bowed to fiana. " Then I am yours to serve. My life is yours, I am your spaniel." He surrendered himself to the mare, something he once thought himself incapable. What the hell was wrong with him? He was bowing to a Matron!
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Post by sibber-chow on Dec 27, 2008 1:59:08 GMT -5
Her head was shifted to the side as he first spoke. Fiana’s expression had retained a silent look, not giving the slightest hint of her emotions. That was until he bowed. She had seen the pleading look in his orbs as she pulled away, and that alone shocked her. However, the extended bow and subservant speech was way beyond what the mare could have ever expected from the stallion. When she first met him, only moment before, she had assumed he was going to be the one to challenge her authority. Rosabella had been the first, him the second. The brindle had to be chased from the lands, but the ebony had guessed that this stag would have to be forced into place. Instead, he was submitting to her.
The familiar smirk reappeared upon her lips. With a gentle bob of her crown she released his bow. Fiana was glad to have this stallion pledging his respect to her; it made her herd that much stronger. Yet, there was reason far beyond that. This perplexed her a bit, truly, and her orbs portrayed these quizical thoughts. Releasing the thoughts with a quiet whuffle, the Orlov began a simple gait passed her newest recruit. As she passed his side, her side gently pressed against his. Her tail was raised slightly, making an obvious show of the temptation this stag had put the Queen of Terra de Rocas in. Interrupting his chance to notice her raised tail and caressing rub, the mare’s melodies protruded the air, “come then, Ayven. I shall introduce you to your fellow herd mates.” And, indeed, she would, but not before taking the long route home.
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Post by sink on Dec 27, 2008 2:12:15 GMT -5
As the mare pulled away, ayven felt a tug to follow. It wasn't a pyhsical tug. No, yet something more emotional, stronger. Her flank brushed is, and her tail lifted away from her rump, exosing her flower for ne breif second. Though he refused to think of it that way. Punishing his mind. Questioning his sanity once again.
"Right behind you" his heedy bass tones called. intoxacated by the ebony orlov. The feral decended horse shuffle to catch up. not glancing at the essa, just following her sweet scent.
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