{Impress;me}

[apples]

The first time her peds touched the sand beneath the water a new life seamed to blow into her. Auds picked forward, the fae allowed her pistons to lead her closer to the empty shore. The comforting familiar scent drifted in the atmosphere, a smell she had missed for quite some time, the scent of other equines. For too long had this mare been in empty land. Here was a place that offered hope, hope for the life she had been denied. But would that life ever be hers now that she was a completely different horse? She had swam to the shores of this island now to find a heard, not to find company, but to remake what He took. The scarlet sphere was dropping into darkness as the ebony night took over. Times gone by played out in her mind, where she had optimism was soon replaced by irate annoyance and blank loneliness. her dam dead, her sire no where to be found. What once there was never to be again. No! I promised I would leave that floating behind me. And that is where it is. The minx thought. A noise blew in upon the breeze, a sound so sweet, that of an equine somewhere perhaps far off, but still close in a way. Now was the time to move. Apple danced her way out of the cool water and onto the beach. the smooth sand under hoof was a new texture to this vixen and for a slight moment she felt disoriented. Sand had always been associated with water, in water, not open air. The small grains clung to her hooves even as she kicked half heartedly in a vain attempt to shake them off. Abandoning the effort she turned her lean, muscular frame to face the saltine water she had just swam in and looked the direction she had come from. She watched the waves crash into each other with a 'whoosh' sound. A strong wind had been blowing through out the day and as she stood stock-still it whipped sand into her pelt and lifted her soft, creamy main and tail out behind her. She took no notice for she was lost deep in thought, wondering of what may become, confused about what had happened for it had all happened so fast. The moon had risen half way in the sky by the time she finally blinked her dark orbs and took in her surroundings. pleased that they were far less desolate then her previous ones.

[Vel]

ooc// low muse :/

The ebony stag cantered onto the red tinted sand of Spiagga del Nord. He wasn't really sure why he was here. To look at the sea? See what was going on around the unclaimables? To gather new herd members? He really didn't know. Hr had just wanted to go out for a run today, away from his land. Every once in a while Lassan liked to get away from his land. He liked travelling and exploring, so leaving his terra every few weeeks ro so did him good. It gave him time to think and mull over the past events, which just now happened to be the death of Artava, the beta mare. Lassan was heartbroken. Three equines special to him had died this past year. First his lead mare, River had left and died, leaving their foal Shadow to become the new, young lead. Then Raine died, leaving their foal Kibitala and her other foal Flame. And finally, a few days ago Artava died, leaving their foal Illindream to become the new, young beta. It was heartbreaking.

Lassan came to a hlat when he saw another equine up ahead. He snorted and lifted his maw in the air, testing it. A vixen it was. He flicked his ebony banner and walked a few strides clsoer before lifiting his head up and letting out a catious whinny in greeting.

[apples]

She shook her head, wiping her mind clear, opening herself for a better slightly more optimistic mood. She felt that she was no longer alone, that this beach was no longer hers, and hers alone. And then came the whinny, laced with caution as it was, it was comforting to hear. She turned her crown in the direction of the sound. She absorbed the sight of the onyx stag. Was it her imagination or was there something forlorn about his features? She lifted her head and answered him. She slowly trotted a few strides closer. Fear and excitement bubbling within her. This was the first other equine she had seen since her arrival to this land. The filly cautiously extended her muzzle to the stranger. She was surprised by her kindness at this point, where she had come from she would of snapped at him in annoyance. This land brought out a much more calm side to her, or perhaps it had something to do with her fatigue. She quivered with excitement, she had not expected to have company for a while yet. It pleased her that she might not be alone from start to finish here. Interest and hope shone in her eyes even through all of what had happened, good still lied within.

[Vel]

Lassan watched the vixen with interest. She seemed to be friendly enough. You could never be too careful these days, you never knew who was on what side. Too many darks were around the isle at the moment, and not enough lights and neutrals. It atleast needed to be evened out before the lights and neutrals could out number, and keep the darks out of attempting to rule the isle.

Lassan saw the vixen move closer. She halted and extended her maw. He mimicked her motions doing the same. "Hello." he said with a dip of his refined, Arab crown. "I am Lassan, god of Terra Delle Liberta. Who might you be?" he asked, looking to her hopefully. Hs vocals were somewhat happy and he had an accent not native to the island; a sort of an Irish-Scottish mix.

[apples]

The stallion spoke with such an interesting accent it made Apples not want to stop listening to it. Her ears had both moved to fix on the dark equine in front of her. He seemed somewhat lighthearted and this reassured the filly as did his friendliness. She became self-concise although she was not worried about her looks, she was sure of her self on that but it was how much she allowed to play out on her face that began to worry her. She thingyed her head to the side and paused a moment before replying playfully.

"Greetings Lassan. I might be Apples, but I might not. In fact, I am sure that is my name."

Her voice was soft and playful. Hers unlike the stags was not uneaqu to any place in particular, it was just there. The vixens eyes showed she was in a joking mood. They smiled for her. She asked tentatively and with politeness,

"What pray tell is it that has brought you here?"

She gestured to the beach with a vibrant toss of her visage to the cool beach that was not glowing a soft blue in the fading light. Her mahogany pelt had dried as had her flaxen tassels. The doe once again fixed her gaze upon the steed before her as she allowed him time to speak. She was eager to hear his strange voice again. It was not amusement that gave her this want but more a curiosity. It made her wonder, she liked to wonder.

[Vel]

Lassan smiled as the vixen spoke in a joking, lighthearted manner. He was glad that she seemed to be a light or a nuetral. They really didn't need any more Darks on the isle at the moment. Lassan bobbed his crown, causing his ebony forelock to flip over to the other side of his face. "Pleasure to meet you Apples." he paused. "If that is your name." he added jokingly.

Lassan looked her over. She seemed sturdy and healthy, but some how new. New to the isle that is. He could just tell by the way she looked around at the scenery that she hadn't been here long, plus they were on Spiagga Del Nord, where most horses swam up or got washed up to shore on.

Lassan's auds flicked at the sound of her vocals. "Well, I was just out on a run, away from me land, and now I'm here." he said, as if it was rather obvious. "What about you?"

[apples]

A grin found its way onto her maw and into her tired eyes. Lassan seemed nice enough, as though he was not made of stone but yet not the type that would be seen frolicking around with another to simply annoy them for the fun of it. But things Apples reminded herself are often not what they seem. Black, it was his color. Or was he the colors, black body and black whipcord and a black banner. The minx did not view black as ether the color of death or depression but rather of rebirth, of what is and what will be. To her it was a wonderful color.

She nodded her cap as the stallion joked. But took a few seconds to reply to his question. Which was only a reflection of hers. What was it that had brought her to Isola Dei Dei? A need to escape? To see for herself if the rumors were true? It was a place to run to when she had so much to run from? Or was it that she was escaping herself? Maybe it was just everything. But how much can I tell him, and how much does he need to know? the mare glanced towards the sea, almost getting lost in the terrific sound. She inhaled deeply and faced her questioner.

“I am here because all that held me to my previous home was no longer there. A great sickness swept my heard and very few were spared. There had been a rumor about Isola Dei Dei and I decided to see for myself what was true.” Her grin left her when she mentioned her herd but she quickly brought it back. Though not quite reaching her eyes. “Because I am new and know little of what tore this land apart, only the scraps I have heard I am a neutral. Probably should of told you that at first but...” She left the sentence hanging, looking apologetic.

On her way to the Isola she had not been able to rip her mind from the past. Now it was easy to let go and pretend it hadn't happened. But she knew it had and it had left a darker version of Apples after the event. She had managed to keep herself amused and lighthearted but things could change. Her stature at 16 hands exceeded the norm of her breed and worries of whether she would be too tall or too short or if her creamy main and tail would be normal here or just strange had engulfed her on her way. They now seemed unimportant. And as she sucked in the new world she found she cared not of the norm. the stud before her had not a problem, so why should she? Home...it is a hard word to define. Scars...some are easier to hide then others. Wonder if he's hiding anything

[Vel]

Lassan's orbs flicked to her maw as a smile crept up. atleast she wasn't too teriibly sad. Lassan then noticed the vixen looking at his coat. She seemed to be in deep thought. He supposed that she was trying to figure out if he was a Light or a Dark. With his rich, coal black coat, most horses thought he was a Dark and tried to stay as far away from him as possible, even though he had nothing to do with Darks. Lassanthen drew his attention to her coat. It was rather intersting. Atleast she didn't have to worry about not fitting in. Hell, she could have blue and purple stripes and still fit in perfectly. That was the good thing about Isola Dei Dei, and equine could be any colour and have any pattern and still be looked upon as 'normal'.

Lassan looked to the sea, just as she was. He closed his orbs and sighed. He loved the scent of the sea and the sound it made when the waves lapped up on the red sands of Spiagga del Nord. This isle was certainly special. It had many unique, different things. His auds flicked and he opened his orbs, turning his crown back to Apples as she started to speak.

Lassan listened intently as she spoke. Once she broke of her sentence, he lifted his head a bit. "Well, I kind of assumed you were a neutral." he said quietly, orbs flicking to his daggers. He wasn't too sure of what to say in reply to what she jsut told him, so he nodded his skull and looked to the sky as a seagull flew overhead. "Well, I can assure you that the rumors are true, this place is real." he commented, nodding to all that was around him.

After a moment of silence he spoke up. "If you need somewhere to stay, you can come and rest up in my lands. That is if you want to." He looked at ehr, waiting for a reatcion. "I can also tell you anything you want to know about the island as well." he added, a bit more chipper this time.

[apples]

Apples was quick to realize the awkwardness of the moment. The awkwardness she felt she had created. Yeah...way to go self! Spill too much trying to answer a simple question. And duh. It is obvious your a neutral. And that your new. As Lassan stared down his peds she was about to nudge him and take off for a playful romp, an attempt to lighten the mood...and perhaps both their hearts. He gazed at a passing gull and spoke. Ah, the sound of his voice. It created a burning curiosity but she though it impolite to ask why he had such an unusual accent. Well, unusual to her, who knew about the other equines on the Isle. The femmie bobbed her crown, knowing now that the whisperd rumors had indeed been true. That alone proved that not all horses have their fat heads stuffed full of lies based on lies.

silence resumed the pair. But silence was good, and there never really was silence out here. Silence is just a myth in the undisturbed wild. There was always something to be heard, the swish of a tail, a far off nicker or neigh, the ocean waves crashing on each other, or gently lapping at the shore. Even the wind through the trees and scrub, kicking up sand. Once again the charcoal stallion broke the quiet. He offered her a place to stay, and knowledge about her new home. Knowledge is power. She slapped her flaxen whipcord against her mahogany legs. Nodded once, smiled graciously, and and looked at Lassan carefully.

"If it is truly what you want, and something you will not mind that would be splendid. I will try not to be a burden." Apples paused for a second. "And don't worry! I'm not ill.” she added playfully

[Vel]

Lassan continued to stare at the sea, listening to the sounds of the waves lapping on the shore, sea breeze, and the random gull that seemed to cry every once in a while. It was quite peaceful. Lassan then began to wonder, was it this serene where ever Apples came from? Did she ever get to hear the sounds and take in the smells of the sea and fresh, wild air? Or was it loud, a constant rush, much like in the human cities that his parents had told him stories about when he was much younger? He would find all this out in time, seeing that they had time, which he was quite sure that they'd have enough time to get to know about each other's past and the worlds they lived in.

His auds flicked as Apples' whipcord his her pillars. Lassan turned his crown back to face her once she started speaking again. "Oh really, s'no trouble at all." he told her, assuring Apples that she wouldn't be intruding. "There are many other herd members who would be happy to welcome another." he said. It was true, his herd memebers would be delighted that a new equine was coming to stay with them, even if Apples wanted to leave later. Lassan always gave that option to equines coming to stay with them. Infact, Lassan's good friend Saratoga had left when she found her true love, Centibo.

"Well Apples, would you like to get headed off to Terra Delle Liberta? we have a good half hour walk ahead of us." he said, nodding his tiara in the general direction of his land. "And while we walk, you may ask anyhting you'd like to know."

[apples]

She nodded at him as he reassured her that the members of his herd would happily receive her. She still worried, back home most herds where not kind to new comers. But that, she reminded herself, Was a different place. A different time. Lassen was a kind horses so it seemed. His nature was not one of a dark. When he asked if she wished to depart with him to his lands she smiled.

"Let us go, I will follow you."

she inhaled and relished in the salty air, the fresh smells of this part of the Isle. She found that she could not wait to see the rest of this strange land. That she was eager to explore, to learn it. And to learn about the ebony stallion.

[Ooc-low muse today. Sorry its not very long]

[Vel]

Lassan smiled at her as she said that she was ready to go. He turned his bodice to the west and motioned with his head for her to follow. He glanced one more time at the red sands and the blue green of the sea. He really would miss it. Oh well, he'd always have time to come back when ever he wanted to. He just didn't like the idea of leaving.

Lassan snorted and looked around. "One thing about this island is the terrain. It's always changing, so don't be surprised if we go from a forest to an almost desert looking plain." he said with a slight laugh. This isle was so varied, that he couldn't even keep up with where all the different terrains were.

ooc// its fine, my muse is dead too :/

[apples]

She noted the look on Lassans face. It was the one she had given her original home...a look of not wanting to leave but knowing one had to. Her tiara hung low but perked up as the ebony stallion turned to lead her away. She swished her tail and trotted a small way ahead of him, a small smile twinkling in her eyes. She was in a playful mood, as child-like as it was. Apples stopped her bouncing trot and twisted her head around to look at Lassan. Feeling as though she should ask something but not knowing what to ask.

“Ever changing lands....just like horses. I pray they change for the better and not the worse.” murmured the mare, a shadow hung in her soft words. This time she spoke more to the stallion than herself, “so...whats your story? How did you get here? Why did you stay?”

The new inquisitor. ah, yes that was she.

[Vel]

Lassan looked back as apples started talking again. she had said that she hopped that this land, Isola Dei Dei, would be a happier place. Why? What was her past like? Where had she come from? Lassan knew that he would have time to learn all of this and more. Plus if it was painful for her to talk about, it would just take longer. He only hoped that he would get to, if she didn't leave the herd.

Apples then asked him about his past. "Well," he began, throwing a glance her way. "I am actually from this island." He looked back to her again. "I know, my accent doesn't fit. I bet you're thinking it's a bit odd that a horse from this isle has a mixed Irish and Scottish accent, eh?" he said with a chuckle. "My dad was Irish and my mum was Scottish. They both got stranded here and lived as loners together. I was born and since it was only me and them, I got both their accents. Then they started a herd." he said, leaving off there. If she wanted to know more, she could ask and he would tell.

[apples]

So this stallion was from Isola Dei Dei originally. I bet he knows all the secret hiding spots around here. Lassan explained his strange sounding voice as Scottish and Irish, two thing Apples had never hear of. They had to be places that much she was sure of, some how they reminded her of home. It was a good thing, it didn't break her apart to think now that she had company.

So did you start your own herd? Or did you inherited theirs? I know its strange to ask but thats how it sometimes ended up where I come from.”

The mares own voice was politely curious and light. Her eyes wondered around this new terrain, breath-taking in some places and others just reminders. In a way borrowed memory's. She began to wonder if Lassan would ask her something and how she would answer him. Straight forward, I guess. He deserves that much.