I am out of my place, help me find it

[Vel]

Torchwood

It was an odd feeling for him, being a stag of age that did not have any terra or vixens to claim as his own. It was very odd to him. He had tried to claim a terra but had failed. He had fought for land but failed. He was only a mere four years of age. Perhaps to young to claim and fight for land? He did not think so but who knew what else others thought about that topic.

His pale daggers hit the soft, red sands of the north beach. He did not even know why he was here. He had just wandered here. that what he was a wanderer. In his mind a stag that was a wanderer by the time he was of age, he was a failure. a failure at everything. He was out of place. An oddball. A misfit. an outsider. An outcast. He could go on and on and on with what he was. Was he still young though. He was only three. Surely three year olds couldn't win battles against seven year old lead stags. He still saw it as a mark against how his life to come would turn out.

He shook his pale banner about his neck as bugs landed on it. He wandered over to the sea's shore. He walked a few feet into the surf, water spraying against himm wetting his pale coat . Come to think of it he was an oddball. He even looked like one. His pelt was a light pale colour. His banners were just a shade darker of that of his pelt. He had a light chocolate streak in his mane. He had a very oddly coloured marking on his leg. A black sock. The other legs held no markings. And then there was that odd thing on his face. A stripe that was in the shape of a lightning bolt. Yes, he did look odd.

He trodded on in the surf. He did not even know what he was looking for. The best thing he could come up with was he was trying to find his place in this horrad world. A large wave crashed against his Arabian fram, drenching him in the salty waters of the medeterrianian sea. He sighed as he made his way back to the dry, red sand and he shook his wet pelt off.

He walked on. The beach was empty. No one but himself. He sighed. A gull flew down from a cliff and swooped over his head. The gull let out a long, sad, lonely cry. It soon paired up with another of its kind. The two flew off to the cliffs. His blue optics searched the red sands for a sign that his own kind had been here. He saw nothing. Zip. Zero. Nada. Ziltch.

He let out a very loud whinny into the air hoping that an equine nearby would hear is call and come to find him. Or maybe they would send out a return call. Oh how he would love to hear that sweet melody reach his awaiting audits. He let out yet another call. He then broke into a canter in search of some one to love him. He needed somebody to love. If he knew that just one other equine didn't think of him as a nothing, he would rise to power and rule a land or atleast help rule a land as it seemed he would do so now.

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Curse me; Torchwood
I've lived; 3 short summers
Carve me a; stag
I stand at; 15.3hh
I am a pureblooded; Arabian
Colour my pelt; light palomino
My allaince; is undertermined for I am unsure of myself

[ottava]

Cadenza, lonely as ever, was galloping in the land and stopped abruptly. She came across an unfamiliar sent. Nares took in the scent. It was an equine. He appeared alone, lost. He appeared harmless, however, past experiences with stags told her not to approach him. She tossed her mane in confusion. She took a few more second to take in his scent. He was younger than her. Perhaps less experienced than her when it came to traveling. He was not much taller, and was of her breed. She stood in a trance, taking in the figure of a fellow equine. She longed to reply back to his welcoming call. Her vocals would not allow her too. She stood there, her muscles quivered in anticipation as she teetered on which decision to choose. She could flee right now. She could also take a step forward and learn more about him. Her proud Arabian blood lines would not allow her to flee. She tended to be dilatory in her decisions, or indecisive. Why would now be any different. Her orbs shone with intelligence as she stood there.

She took her chance. She took a pretentious step forward out of the shadows and considered him. She made her move quite ostentatious as to grab his attention. She stepped out, not to tempt him, but for mere company. Her loneliness was overwhelming her inside. She recapitulated his figure and came to the conclusion that he would not hurt her. She made a snap judgment and decided to reply to his call. She nickered softly, gently. Gently enough to say that she was lonely and just wanted to talk. She was not acting imperious but nor was she acting obsequious. She just sought his company.

She decided to remain sedentary after her reply. She wanted him to have the same opportunity to observe her, that she had on him. She did not want the advantage, but wanted to be an equal. Her emaciated visage waited. Her ribs protruded. She knew she did not look her best at the moment, however her image was still stunning enough. Her perceptive mood picked up that he appeared lonely also. Therefore she waited. And would be cautious not to approach to soon, but also not to allow herself to be attacked. So she stood there, and waited.

[Vel]

His pale legs soon came to a sudden stop, just as if he had given up. He sighed. As he started to walk along the shore once again, he heard a return to his call he had emitted into the air just a minute ago. His head shot up, his auds flicked trying to find the source from which the return call had come from. His blue orbs searched for the form of the equine that had called out to him. He turned in a circle and trotted forward just a bit.

His pale blue optics locked on to the form of an equine a few meters ahead of him. He snorted and began to slowly approach the other. He lifted his maw into the air just a bit to test it. He could now tell that this equine was a vixen. He still walked up slowly. As he got closer to her, he could see she had to be an Arabian or atleast of strong Arabian heritage. She was thinner than him though.

He walked until he was two meters from her. His vocals had not been used in a long while, so he hoped they sounded just fine and not scratchy or husky. "Hello." he said nervously. He used to be very outgoing and talkitive. Not anymore that had left him, just as all of his pride and everything else had. "I am Torchwood." He decied it would be good to introduce himself to her. "What is your name?" He hoped that she would answer. He did not want to be left again. He hated his old herd.

[ottava]

She stood only a moment, considering the stag. She watched him before he spoke and observed his movement. She had her chance to move, but it was soon not an option as the stag approached her. She did not leave, but watched him. She did not pin her ears back as she would to an enemy, but kept them perked. She listened to his powerful beats over the land. His name was torchwood. She decided to accept his greeting and opened her maw to respond. In a delicate voice she spoke, “I am called Cadenza“. She halted at this simple sentence. It was so simple, and she longed to say more, yet nothing came to her. Her Brown optics met his blue ones. Up close, she could tell he was of Arabian blood lines, like her. She was embarrassed at the fact that while he appeared well fed, and nourished, she appeared emaciated. She did not show this feeling however and appeared as elegant as ever by tossing her mane, allowing it to catch the light.

She decided to tell him more, as she rarely had a fellow equine to talk to, and did not want to lose this one as fast as she lost previous ones. In her same delicate tone, her vocals allowed her to say, “I am delighted to meet a fellow equine. Do you have lands to call your own, or are you like me, alone, with out land.”

She did not care whether or not he had lands of his own. She was absolutely delighted to have an equine to talk to. He seemed affable and she really appreciated that he appeared some what nervous like herself and not domineering like so many arrogant stags she had met before him. She had an aura of darkness surrounding her as she had a dark sire, but she hoped he did not sense this. She was not a dark mare herself and had never actually met her sire. She could not help her bloodlines. She, after all was light regardless of her previous wavering. Her name even hinted at her alliance. Cadenza, after all, meant an embellishment in music. She always appreciated the music of nature, and enjoyed creating her own by galloping across the terra.

She shook off her thoughts and turned back to the stallion. He had not left her yet, so this was a good sign. She bowed her crown slightly as a way of saying she was awaiting his reply. She remained sangfroid although beneath her calm visage, her inner thoughts were fermenting in excitement at the fact that she at the moment was no longer alone. She waited his response with patience, which was not how she normally acted.