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Post by camino on Jun 15, 2009 10:47:54 GMT -5
Nothing more, nothing less.
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The brindled fae was happy to be entering the beach. It had been so long since her hooves had felt the soft, warm feel of sand under her soles. She wanted seaweed to intangle her overgrown tassels. She smiled, happy to retreat to Spiagga Del Nord after walking on Terra De Rocas's hard ground. She reared, and set off at a full gallop, extending her legs to give them a stretch. She powerhoused into the water and loped inward, fighting the incoming tide until she was in to her chest. How the water felt! Cool to the touch, much cooler then she expected, yet so refreshing as it settled on her coat. And how it tasted! Nasty, not at all like freshwater, with a distinct salty flavor. She laughed to herself, wishing her new found friend, Anil, could have joined her.
[[Private to me and Vel with Massy and Rosabella.]]
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Post by Vel on Jun 17, 2009 17:50:08 GMT -5
The ivory masked stag was trotting on the red sands of Spiagga del Nord. He was just taking a run, wanting time by himself. Quixtant had perished and now the land had a new lead, Aro. Masquerade didn't really like the new lead that much. He was even thinking about switching herds. Or he could stay, since that bitch of a mare, Jeannie, had finally disappeared. The onyl equids left in the herd that he gave a damn about were Jigsaw, Artemis, and Stella. The others he couldn't care less about and leave them any second. His thoughts then drifted to Rosabella. It had been a good year since he last saw her. He wasn't the stag he used to be. No, he had changed rather drastically. He now wished that he hadn't blown his chance with her. To put it simply, he wanted to go find her. Now that the thought was in his head, that was what he was going to do, go and find the beautiful brindled vixen.
Masquerade whinnied and broke into a gallop as the thought baout where to start his search. Rosabella had stolen his heart and took it with her when she left. He used to be the big player, literally living in the breeding grounds. A few weeks after she left, he concealed himself to the land and stayed all by himself at the edge of the terra, hoping one day that she would return. Now he was fed up with it.
The stag shook his crown and looked around with his ebony orbs. Suddenly he saw a figure in the distance. Who could it be? As he neared the equid, he saw that it, she, had a brindled pelt. Could it be? Masquerade came to a sudden halt, standing and watching her, his thoughts turning over and over in his head.
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Post by camino on Jun 17, 2009 18:55:12 GMT -5
Rosabella It's just like dejavu, me standing here with you..[/center] The mare pawed the water, watching droplets suspend for mere milaseconds in midair. How she would love to just stay here forever, sleep on the red sands and bath in the sea. The feminine trod out of the cool water, and suddenly stopped. She saw a masculine figure, halted, staring right back at her. The bleach white face was like a beconing to her. Masquarde? Impossible. He had that one tiny little mare, whom she didn't know the name of. She was daydreaming. She almost went about trotting, but how could she? Could it be real?
Her brindled coat was damp with water, and she looked like a water goddess, water glistning like shards of lost diamonds. She picked up a canter, and thanks to her thin Arab lineage, she was pretty graceful, even in a hurry. When she neared him, she could smell him. And he scent was not mixed with so many mares that it overrid his own. This..this was the player. She reached out to touch him, and she felt vibration run through her. She loved him, no doubt. You really shouldn't be here, Masquarde, Quixtant will be mad...
She had not heard that Quixtant was dead, or that Jeannie were gone, or that there was a new ruler. Her eyes filled with tears. But would he fail her again? Could she trust him? Oh, Masquarade..I love you, oh, how I have missed you so.. She said, barely loud enough to hear.
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Post by Vel on Jun 19, 2009 18:47:03 GMT -5
The masked stag stood stock still as the brindled essa approached him. His orbs did not move from her face and his audits were at their highest zenith. Was this real? Surely he was mistaken and it was another brindled vixen. There were a lot of those right? Maybe not, but still, it could be that warrior from Rocas. No, she was tall, like a Warmblood. This had to be Rosabella. But how? Was he just asleep, dreaming? It seemed to be until she halted right in front of him.
Even then, she looked like a figment of imagination. Her mutli-coloured coat shone in the yellow and ornage light of the approaching dusk. He thought that he would never see her face again. She was like an angel. He wouldn't leave her this time, no. He was done being the player, he just wanted to do something worth meaning now.
The stag was pulled out of his thoughts when Rosabella extended her muzzle to him. He closed he connection by moving forward a few steps, his own ebony vevlvet lightly touching her own. Why had he given this up in the first place? His auds flicked as he heard the sweet lyrics of her voice. "No he won't" he muttered. "He's dead." he said with a note of happiness in his lyrics. After a few moments of content silence Masquerade asked "Want to run away with me?" His robs were closed now, listening to the sounds of the ocean and of Rosabella's breathing.
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Post by camino on Jun 19, 2009 19:08:38 GMT -5
Rosabella Rosabella smiled as he let his warm pelt touch her own. What was she doing? She had said goodbye to him. She wasn't supposed to be here..not with him. She sighed, and rested her head on his back. She breathed softly, and listned to his words. Oh, how I would love to run away with you. She began, smiling.
But she knew she couldn't. She had a stable place in Terra De Rocas, and friends. How could she throw all that away? No, not now. She backed up and shook her head, her wavy mane wet and tangled. But I, alas, cannot. I have a herd, now, Masquerade. Don't you get it? There's freedom there. Protection. She nuzzled him, and flicked her tail. Please. Come with me, to Rocas. Forget your herd. You'll love it there. And they'll love you. And if they don't, I hope life gives them hell. Her eyes where pleading him.
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Post by Vel on Jun 19, 2009 23:21:15 GMT -5
Masquerade still had his orbs closed when she replied. He smiled at her answer. He knew she would want to run away with him. They could do so much, see so much. They would never have to see Quixtant's, no Aro's, land ever again. They could go as far as their legs would take them.
Masquerade's orbs opened when she said that she already had a herd. The stallion visibly sagged. He pulled away from her when she asked him to come with her to her new herd. He trusted her. She said that that land had freedom. It had to be true right? Wait a minute, what was he doing? He was a Dark that belonged in a Dark land. Or was he a Dark? Everyday, he found himself question what alliance he was. It used to be Dark, living the good life, now he felt that he was becoming more of a neutral. "Rosabella," he began "I would follow you to the end of the universe. Now where is this new herd?" he asked her, his optics brightening.
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Post by camino on Jun 20, 2009 7:43:01 GMT -5
The brindle smiled when he sadened. She nudged him reassuringly. She loved him so much, more then anything in the world. She groomed his withers as he spoke, flicking some horseflies away from his chest. She loved how he talked, his words, so wonderful in her auds. It is not far from Aro's. And do not worry, if they try to steal you back, I will do anything for you to stay. I love you. She smiled, and nuzzled his neck. I would love to stay here. I would. But I have changed, if you had not noticed. I am more..sophisticated, now, if you may.
She hoped he would love her even though she was no longer an alurring, slutty mare like she was before. Smiling, she backed up and turned around. She would allow him to cover her, but it wasn't a good time. The Zundens..they where attacking soon. Looking back, she gave another smile. Are you sure? You will be leaving your mate at Aro's. She started trotting. Follow me. And she broke into a fast canter, breaking into the woods that lead into Terra De Rocas.
[[Just pretend this took place before the meeting. And Rosabella got there before him. Just go ahead and post with him there. XD Now you have..3 Rocas charries?  ]]
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Post by Vel on Jun 21, 2009 20:01:33 GMT -5
ooc// Otay. Yup, 3 now XD
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