Miseria Cantere {The Beginning}

[Etiquette]

Asianne..

Rays of moonlight cascaded along her muscles, tensed. She paused at the sound of an owl taking flight before continuing, sniffing the ground tentatively. Even with the migration of Winter past, the crisp winds remained. Asianne shivered as the breeze blew along, chilling her wet coat. Striving to keep as close to the tree line as possible, she crept along the valley edge. The trees whispered to her. Told their stories of long ago…

She ignored their chanting, straying from the shadows as she came to a meadow. Her nostrils flared at the recognition of scents; wildflower filled the air in a welcoming aroma. Reminding her of her foal-hood, her old home. Alas, but she had no home. Not any more. Asianne shook her head, salt water stinging her eyes. Her swim from the mainland had been long and abusing, but she was finally here. At her mother’s birthplace at last.

Isola Dei Dei… merely known as a mysterious island off of the mainland. Few had attempted to cross the treacherous seas, and no horse had made it there and back to tell of their stories. Accentuated to such a state that it had become some sort of mythical, magical island, inhabited only by animals… Asianna smiled. She always believed the tales, and now she was there. If only they could see her now.

Asianne imagined her beloved dam; she would be so proud of her right now. Her only foal at the very place she was born, to the lead mare and stallion of a long-dead herd. This was their resting place. She could sense it. Raising her head to the sky, she inhaled the sweetly-fragrant air. The moon cast it’s reflection in her eyes. It emphasized the blue-gray of her left eye, blinded by birth. It cast a grey sheen to her right, normally-brown eye. Asianne shook her knotted mane, and trotted in search of a place to rest.

She came to a section of the valley with crest-high grass. She slowed to a walk, then stopped. Sighing, she slowly collapsed into the bed of grass, muscles aching. A feeling stirred within her, a certain content. Her grand-sires and grand-dams may be long gone, but their spirits remained, standing over her as she drifted off to sleep.

[shaq]

SOULLUST is COMING!!! (school today XC, but then I shall postie)

[wildbrumby]

She moved with silent steps. Her pale legs carrying her easily over the grass. Its swished with ghostly sighs as the strands brushed against her legs. Her hide, a natural smokey blue, was just a pale shimmer of colour in the darkened light. Though her white markings, large irregular sploges about her coat, glowed bright white in the moonlight, creating a very strange figure that moved with such quiet beats.
River had strayed from her stallion to see more of Isola dei dei. Tonight, she had drifted here. Looking around in the mooonlight, the roan pinkish nostrils picked up a scent. It was a mares and it was near. Though unfamiliar to her. River gave a small whicker to who ever was there. Int he dark shadows this stranger could be, standing wathcing her or sleeping. River awaited a reply with blue ears pricked.

[sibber-chow]

Fiana;;
Terra de Rocas

A nicker replied to the females, but it was not of the vix that she wished it. Rather, a ebony mare trotted into view, her eyes sharp, auds alert. She sized up the mare, nostrils flaring to take in her every scent. This mare was owned, therefore, she was no interest to her. This fae would not challenge a stallion for another mare, not right now. Instead, she thrust her crown and sight forward, following the scent of another. She brushed straight past River with no other word; her crown was stuck high, demanding subordinance from all who lurked around her. When she manage to catch sight of the second equine, she halted. Her head lowered slightly, sizing the female before her opts. This mare seemed sound enough, and there was no scent of a foreign stallion amongst her. She gave a nicker, not too gently nor too rough. Fiana may demand respect from others, but she wasn't one to start an uncalled for conflict -- she'd be delicate in her approach.

[Etiquette]

A nicker sounded, startling Asianne.

The sun’s first rays were peaking from beyond the mountaintops, as if wondering whether to fully emerge or not. The clouds shun crimson, accentuating her ebony coat with streaks of ruby. Asianne lay still a moment, trying defiantly to regain her sense of direction. Where was she? Why was she here?

Squinting in the weak lighting, she faintly recognised the scenery from the night before. The creeping chill remained, as did the fragrance of blossoming wildflowers, but what she noticed the absence of was the moonlight. The full moon had given everything a certain dream-like shine, but as the sun rose over the hilltops, it seemed an ordinary {yet beautiful, nevertheless} meadow.

She struggled to her feet, shaking grass strands off of her body. Asianne inhaled deeply, absorbing her surroundings, and feeling the toll of the night’s actions on her sore muscles. Asianne’s mind jolted as she realised that the nicker’s owner was still awaiting a reply. Looking towards the horizon, she spotted the silhouetted figures of other horses; not one, but two, ears pricked towards her.

Asianne attempted to nicker, her voice catching in her oesophagus. Clearing her throat, a whispered nicker came forth from her mouth. Was that really her? Such a quiet nicker, hardly like her nature at all. But then again, these two horses were unknown as of yet to her. She didn’t want to seem intimidating.

She smelt the air; the scent was faint, yet assured her that it was two mares. Asianne felt more at ease around the other broodmares in her old herd so, unable to stop, found herself trotting towards the shadowy figures. When she was within 50 metres of them, their colour was better seen. Two striking mares, a blue roan and an ebony, stood alert. Realising her joyful haste towards the two, she slowed to a walk, and then halted a good 10 metres away. She nickered again, this time a little warmer than her previous call.

She stepped closer to the two, an invitation to talk. Her mind raced, unsure as to whether to socialise with the strangers. Asianne had always been very affable, so it was to no surprise of her own when she decided to talk.

“Hello there, who may you be?”

[wildbrumby]

River was taken back by the black mares sudden arrival. She hadn't scented her. No doubt the fae was downwind. Tossing her dark mane in annoyance at this new comers attitude, River moved after her. Following the ebony mare. Just incase...
The roan mare plodded along, moving closer to the strange who had just woken. Hearing her slight whicker, she answered. her voice deeper than a usual mares' call, but still with a femine tone about it. "I am River. Who are you?" said the neigh.
She glanced towards the ebony. Wondering what this mare wanted of the other.

[Etiquette]

She bowed her head ashamedly. “Pardon my rudeness, I haven’t seen another horse for weeks. I crossed the great sea that separates this island from the mainland, and then followed my hooves to this valley.” Asianne hoped she hadn’t startled the mares, as she longed for their company after her long swim. Her muscles ached as she stood, hesitantly awaiting who was to speak next; if they choose to speak, of course.

[wildbrumby]

River knew all to well what that ocean was like. Feeling sympathy to the young mare she stepped closer towards her, eyes darting to the black for a moment before shifting back again.
"You still have not given me your name. I know the feeling of seperation. I was washed upon these shores not long again." She spoke kindly to her, offering her friendship.

ooc: sorry its so short, i have writers block.

[Etiquette]

Asianne.. my name is.. Asianne. She snorted nervously, unsure of what to say next, her previous confidence was faint. Interest stirred within her, however, about why this mare was alone. Pardon my asking, River, but do you belong in a herd? Questions circulated her thoughts, and an unmistakeable hunger for knowledge quelled deep inside her body.

Was River, or River's herd, willing to accept a newcomer?

ooc: It's ok, I do it too Haha I'm meant to be getting ready for school.

[wildbrumby]

Smilling, hoping to calm the mare's nerves she heard in her voice, River answered the fae.
" I have a herd yes. Lassan is my stallion. A large black arabian." She arched her neck proudly. He was a kind stag, and she was glad to have met him.
"I am not with them because I wander greatly. I like to explore. He does not mind. He is the same. As are his other two mares. I enjoy it." River wondered if the dark coloured mare would like to meet him. She was sweet and River was sure Lassan would like her.
"Are you rested well, Asianne?" River asked her.

[Etiquette]

Asianne's fears were relieved with the Brumby's smile. Her spirits lifted significantly, she replied, "Lassan seems a very just stallion. I would like greatly to meet him." Asianne paused before speaking again.

"Yes, I am well rested. The whole of Isola Dei Dei awaits!"

[wildbrumby]

With a small chuckle River tossed her head. Taking a few steps backward, the mare spun about on a dime, facing away from the mare Asianne. She looked back over her white smeared shoulder.
"Come then. I will show you all I have seen. Maybe even meet Lassan." She gave a small wink at this comment. Awaiting the darker dark to follow her.

ooc: sorry its so short

[Etiquette]

Asianne trotted until she was a shoulder apart from River. "I would like that very much. It is very kind of you to display such hospitality... if everybody is similar to you, I have a feeling that I'm going to really love Isola Dei Dei." Tossing her mane to the opposite side, she looked sidewards at the mare with her one good eye. "Shall we begin? Where to?"

Her previous anxiety had completely faded, and a feeling of euphoria swelled inside of her. She would really like to meet this "Lassan" character. Asianne hoped that, if she was fortunate enough to meet with him, he liked her. If not.... well, Asianne prefered not to think about it. Instead, she smiled. Making new friends always brightened her day, because of her socialable nature.

Blinking at the warming sunlight, she shook out her tenseness. Ah, that felt much better. Now she was ready for exploring this exotic island... and for whatever surprises awaited her.

[wildbrumby]

River smiled at the mare then led the way. She moved off at a slow walk, then moved up to a slow trot, flicking her tail as she went. Leadin the way down the valley towards the far end, she at first aimed for Lassan's territory, not sure really where to start. Thinking that might be the best bet. Tossing her boxy head, the roan glanced back at Asianne, making sure she was following her.

(( ooc: don't know what else to write. Will see if I can get Lassan to ocme here.))

[Etiquette]

{ooc : Okies. Or, we can carry on in a different place. }