Cernah

[thelostdisease]

The blue fae trotted carefully into the beautiful land. Her green eyes scanned the area and she smiled. Breathing out a soft breath on relaxation before walking on. Wondering who was near and far. She sniffed the air and walked through the tall green grass. Standing out like a tree in the desert. A breeze started to pick up, blowing her mane, forelock, and tail. She shook her sweaty neck in the breeze from all the running she did to get here. Keeping her eyes open a fly started to buzz around. She flicked it away with her black tail and sighed. Now wondering how many were near. She hadn't seen other's in a couple months due to traveling and running from her fears. A single tear fell down her cheek. Her mother had been killed by her father when she was born. Her father thought she was ugly. After she had been tortured for as much as she could take she ran away from him. Never to return. She hadn't seen other's in what seemed like a year. Trying to find the perfect place to live. After wondering she got sick of it though, but, she soon found herself here.

[kirjava]

Jentry moved quietly, molded from the divine horseflesh that stretched over his ivory frame, patched and slicked from the icy winds of rejection. Reject to accept his forward motions, and having to fight the natural forces to take a step in the direction he wanted. Though Jentry didn't mind his formidable competitor. As his bodice carved the path through haunting woods, he snorted lightly. A mare was in the region. He slowed his gait, to a more attuned approachable manner. Tapestry clung to the last bits of wind, wishing to fly into the air again, and fight forces of the moon.

Pearly piston moved out of the timbers forgiving shadows. His gracefully strides moved Jentry into the crevice seeking light. Taking his golden tones to the simmer light in the sun. Jentry, was not extremely dazzling, no. Though his bronzen colored occuli, were not mesmerizing, they were appeasing to look at. One could watch jentry easily, getting caught in his fluent gaits. Watching his sinews move the painted canvas that clung so closely to them. Two toned nares flexed light as air was forced through them. Hello? the stag called in his musical tones. The whimsical vocals would be peeled apart and lost to the winds after they passed the audits of the mare. Her ebony coat, made jentry move closer, the pigment eye catching to himself.
Jentry looked the mare over, she was simple in built, nothing overly fascinating about the mare, yet their was something that caught his attention, and made him want to investigate her.


'Tis Mister Jentry.

[thelostdisease]

Cernah turned her gaze around. Seeming to think she heard another equine. Her green eyes scanned the area. "Yes?" She called out wondering if she was imagining things. She hadn't spotted the stag yet. Being to dazzed from getting her. She sniffed the air. Sure enough she could smell another. She pawed the ground a bit and let out a soft nicker. Her pelt shinning in the light that beated down on it. Still looking around she found herself walking closer to where the hello had come from. Not even realizing it herself.

[kirjava]

Jentry grew rather smug at the moment. Are you okay dove? he called softly, the musical lyrics of his parlage worked through the air as he steped closer to the roan mare. Her blue hues could appear depressing to some, yet to Jentry, they were intriguing. Appari of jentry moved yet again, closer, his pistons seemed eager to come across the Fae. He let his vocals set in, awaiting calming, yet most certainly impatiently, for his reply.

[thelostdisease]

The fae spotted him this time. His coat amazed her. There was not one equine that looked like him in her father's herd. She didn't hear him at first. She was shocked to see another. She came back into her train of though. Nodding her head slowly. She couldn't understand in the beginning what was going on. She shook her head and remember why she was here. She looked the stag over once again. Still dazzled by his pelt. She then looked to his eyes. They were bronze. She had never seen anything like them before. She looked around then turned her gaze back to him. "Yes, yes, I think I am." She responded. Still shocked.

[kirjava]

His kissers pulled into a smile. As he looked to the mare, steping lightly forward, his graceful motions brought him closer to the mare, as he gave her a small nudge with his muzzle. Are you sure, my lady? jentry was actuelly showing consern for someone other then himself. Well that was a first. Truly it was. No malevolent thoughts carved thought his mind as he looked on to the fea. His bronzen occuli were soft, and caring. Did they portray his real Feelings? I'm to confused and dazed to report that. Yet as the spectical of jentrys kind and easy motions graced over the appari of the mare. his position was soft, kind, unlike the lethal feline type of pose he usually showed off. May i have your callings, dove? For i can't call you 'dove' forever, as much as i'd like to. he mused to the mare, her stature was close to what he stood. His stocky figure was not out of place next to the mares.

[thelostdisease]

Cernah watched him them looked to the ground. She turned her gaze around then back to him. Still not really focused yet. "Cernah." She replied softly. The breeze picked up again. Blowing her mane in the wind. She let out a calming breath. It finally sunk in that she wasn't dreaming anymore about someday finding other equines again. She locked her eyes onto him again. Wondering what he was thinking and how a stag could be so nice. The ones she grew up with we are the dark side. Never being nice. Only ever wanting foals, then to kill them off if they were filly's unless the lead stag told them not to.

[kirjava]

Cernah, thats a pretty name my dove. It suits you, such a pretty mare. he took a step closer to the mare, his maw touched to her crest. moving lightly amoung the course hairs of her long mane. His tail switched around for a moment, and he nickered softly to her. My name is Jentry, if you were wondering. he called to her, making sure she had his name. He could tell she was dazed, the reasons he did not know.

[thelostdisease]

The fae nodded. Her black tail moving softly back and forth. "Jentry." She neighed as the words rolled off her tongue. "I was wondering." She added softly. She closed her spring eyes for a moment the opened them again. Becoming stronger, less dazed. She touched her black muzzle lightly to his neck. Breathing in his scent so she could remember it. Wondering if the stag was also travelling or if he owned these lands.

[kirjava]

Yesh dove, what is it? he called soflty. his mane layed by his crest, seely smally, and only medium lengthed. His piston moved slightly numbed by his weight standing so stil. Satelleties flicked to hear words that weren't their, and his mind grew dazed in the tough of claiming a territory. Or fighting for one. He wanted to fight for one, prefered to fight for one. Typical jentry. Wanting wounds over words. But that was fine. His mind moved back to Cernah, as he waited for her reply, wondering what she was thinkning.

[thelostdisease]

"Do you own land?" She asked softly. Just wondering. If he didn't she didn't care though. Her eyes flickered to him then to the soft ground. Then back to him one again. Her eyes danced along his pelt once again. It then struck her mind she hadn't had water for a couple days. Now wondering where there was some to quench her thirst.

[kirjava]

No he called softly. Wondering if he should state his plans or not. Better not. Jentry was a violent stag, if he chose to be. and more then often he chose to be such a criminal. Snorting lightly, he waited impatience for her reaction. maw drew to her shoulder, taking in the soft curved lines of her bodice, kissers lightly along her pelt. as he moved along her central back, until he was out of reach. he snorted lightly. Patience running thin.

[thelostdisease]

Cernah nodded. Thinking about how she would reply. Her eyes flickered to his. "That is interesting. Atleast you get to see which ever lands you like then being a traveller I'm guessing?" She replied and nuzzled him gently. Not caring if he owned land or not.

[kirjava]

He looked over the roan mare. Oh, but that is not my intention, dove. For i will own lands. I will. he called softly, his lyrics hid his determination well. thought hhe was going to own land their could be no doubt in such a promise. Not when it was one made by Jentry. No. What is your intention here Cernah? he asked, his vocals soft and musical once again. Jentry waited for his reply. Quietly tracing along the mare.

[thelostdisease]

Cernah looked to the ground then back to him. "I, well..." She sighed. "It's a long story." She said wondering if he wanted to here her life story or not. It was part of the full answer yet, she didn't know if it was all nessecary. She couldn't explain it any other way though. She sighed.