Alone and Alive (OPEN TO EVERYONE)(Ice Rose)

[Storeh]

The cremello stallion craned his neck higher, stretching it to give himself pleasure to gaze upon the frozen trendils that served as the canopy. A plethora of iced patterns had collected upon weathered branches to form a masterpiece of false leaves, the light rays of new sun making rainbow droplets fall down to the earthen ground below as if in painted rain. Nostrils flaring to create a foggy breath, the stream billowed into the awaiting air and soon was lost into the ivory. Turning his mind as well as body back onto the course at hand, the next line of thought brought him to wonder about the mare Ice Rose and how this current condition of climate should give grace to her. It was indeed very fitting. Blue orbs turned upon the padded blanket of snow underfoot, as with each new extended step brought showers of flakes...

[*~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~*]

The cool air did not bug her, the bitter cold bite was there, but the had numbed her skin already. Beside, she like the winter, cold air. It was enjoyable. She then picked her own pace, feeling that no one was around no more. She seemed to transform from skittish mare to happy filly in a few strides as she felt the ice dropped it's rain on her. She snorted a more happily, not really surfacing from her woods.

[Storeh]

Scared of My Shadow muscles quivered slightly as the stallion began to feel the reach of icy breath upon his thinning pelt, causing his form to quake as warmth seeped into chilled air. The cremello took notice of the sparseness of the trees as he continued onward, his skin tightening as the pace tried to slow once more. Snorting quietly in annoyance, he threw up his head as finally he emerged completely from the drenched forest. Taking a mere moment to contemplate his surroundings, the stag drew up into a statuette posture, unmoving as his orbs wandered freely. Feeling the need to move building as tension into his very being, he exploded into motion, kicking up his heels in coltish action as he practically flew into a startling pace. Nostrils blowing fiercely, his delicate head reached toward the heavens as his legs lengthening into frantic race. His tail raised into a high arch, wiping in the created wind as snow flew about him in self-created wind...

[*~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~*]

Ice Rose ran, kicking the snow into air and watching it fall. She finally let her self go out of the woods, stretching her legs completely, feeling her muscles pull. She knew it hit a bit in the morning, but she live. She kept on going, paying no mind to anything, being unaware of the her surroundings. She snorted the cold air into her lungs, feeling the burning in her lungs from the icy outside air meeting her inner warmth. But it did not up set her. She kept on galloping, kicking the snow around, letting her mane and tail fly in her own wind. She felt her leg go numb with fiery warmth from the muscles being worked, and she still kept moving. She felt the freedom in the air from the running without cause, without reason. Just careless and immature. She flick her tail hard in the wind, feeling her hair on tail flailing out. She ran until her legs felt like jelly to her. She slowed on wobbly legs to a stop, but the stop ended with a flopping in the snow, rolling in the cool snow, feeling it form to her bodice. She sat up, but stayed laying on the ground. She felt herself smile and her mind let a metal, happy laugh.

[Storeh]

The patchwork stallion tangibly sensed the change in atmosphere as the burning deep within his exterior seeped into the cores of muscles entangled under pelt. The freedom he had unleashed within his strenous issue of fleeting paced gallops was now settling into his conscious as Hollow collected his motions into a graceful trot. Mirroring a proud dance, his tail reined itself higher in the still air as the stag's movement took him alongside the stretch of lands. Shaking his delicate head, he lunged playfully into the snowy banks as beads of new sweat formed across his incadescent pelting. Audios emitted from another source reached his ears, streaming thoughts through his brain that the stallion himself did not hold onto. Without dwelling, he irrationally moved toward its maker, paces lapsing into a tightly controlled trot as his muscles glided under shimmering pelt. Lost in the presence of his own ballet, he barely shed a single line of mind...

[*~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~*]

Rose stood, shaking her coat, mane, and tail out, relieving it of the compacted snow. She sighed happily as she now trudged with the cold snow, tail and head held high like her breed suggest. She felt the great feeling of happiness she never really gotten to feel. Her legs still felt numb, and she felt the air cool her coat from the sweat and melted snow that soaked it. She snorted at the air, watching the vapors in the air swirled around her, then disappearing like it wasn't there. The mare trotted up the hill, her mind slipping into a thought. She started to think about that stallion, the one who called himself Hollow.

[Storeh]

The cremello stallion drifted upon the idle breeze with a proposal of losing himself in the idle ambience of thought, seemingly beyond the help from outside fixtures to contain his interest. The ritardando of his devious dancing had allowed his pace to take on a leisurely distinction uncharacteristic, normally, to the stag Hollow. Intelligent eyes seemed to cup the views they witnessed without attentiveness, even though he was increasingly aware of coming closer to the chosen destination. Ears catching easily a lackadaisical sound, orbs were drawn as most other senses to the sloping crest of a hill his opposite. Whirling back to the promise of the present, Scared of My Shadow was whimsically surprised to witness the beauty Ice Rose in his vision. Frozen to the spot, his tail rose proudly as his neck arched, ears forth as eyes turned to her. He let out a breathless tone that carried across the valley, its deep tones echoing as if in a trumpeting proclamation.

[Vel]

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[bg=#3f5676] The ebony stallion trotted through the deep snow in Belle Valle. In winter the sleek Arab stood out like a sore thumb. His coat was a such a sharp contrast against the ivory snow. A horse could see him coming from miles away. Even in the night time he stood out since the light from the stars and the moon u pabove shone down and reflected off of the snow. It was a losing battle for the stallion in the winter. He had come to belle Valle today to see if he could pick up any horses who needed a bit safer place to stay for the winter. His land certainly had enough room for more horses. Plus, the already existing emmbers would love to meet some new horses. Just as if fate had read Lassan's mind, he saw two horses in the distance. One was a dainty little mare who was enjoying a roll in the snow. The other was a stallion much larger than Lassan himself who was watching her with a whimsical smile on his face. Lassan smiled at the sight. He remembered when he was young like that and had found a beautiful girl just as this stallion had. Only Lassan's mate River was to meet death a short time later. The stag shook his head, ridding himself from painful memories. He stuck his muzzle in the air and let out a friendly whinny to the pair he was appraoching, hoping they acted as nice as they appeared to be.

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Muse: Okay
OOC: Hope you don't mind that I jumped in
Music: Bizet

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[*~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~*]

(OOC: Don't mind at all. This may be even more interesting now! ^^ Right Storeh! Hollow might have some competition now! XD Or maybe not. The world may never know!^^)

Rose ears caught sound from both. Her ice eyes turned with her head, seeing both who called. She could see the larger stallion, the one her mind slipped to, Hollow. The other as a little further off, black, a good contrast against white snow, but if against the sleeping dead trees, he'd be hard to see, if the sun or any other light highlighted him. Her happiness didn't die, rather disappeared, hiding in her subconscious, as she shy, cautious side came into being again. She knew it was a pain to get to know her because of her shyness. She wasn't use to those who didn't pick on her for the odd coat color. She had trust issues because of it. Those who made her this cautious was very aggressive on treating her, from verbal to one time an actual physical hit. And she preferred her hiding, staying out view because of that. Life was hard that way, but it was better than dealing with the abuse she took as a filly. The mare snorted shyly, not sure if her instincts will say run and hide, or just stay around them.

[Storeh]

The cremello stallion's ears pricked forth with decided interest as his blue oculars sought out the new stallion. His stature was smaller than Hollow's own, but he intrigued him none the less. Snorting quietly, his ringing reply was to the stranger, a light tone that carried far over the snow-laden plains. Long strands of his light mane wiped about with decided wind as his thin pelting shivered. Maneuvering his framework as so the angel fitted both the mare and stallion, his delicate head tucked to his chest in welcome. Eyes flinted for a moment to the odd colored mare as he gauged her reaction to their guest. Nostrils flaring to allow for scents, he wondered about the intentions.

[*~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~*]

Rose stood silently, her eyes scanning the reactions carefully, right down to the most smallest detail. She was reading for any distraught or upsetting signs, other than her own unsure shyness.

[Vel]

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[bg=#3f5676] Lassan cautiously approached the pair with his head at a respectable level. They did not look like they were fighters, but Lassan did not want to provoke them in any way. Horses these days could be very strange and snap at any moment. Lassan always asked himself what ever happened to the 'normal' horses, when there were rarrely any oddballs around. Now they seemed to be coming in from everywhere. These two, looked pretty stable to him. "Hello." he said with a bob of his dished head. "I am Lassan, leader of Terra delle Liberta." he said, giving his name and title. "And who might you two be?" he asked them. Lassan had always been a kind, polite stallion. His father had taught him that. So far it had served him well, seeing as he had one of the biggest herds on the island.

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Muse: Okay
OOC: Yay!
Music: Random Christmas music

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[*~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~*]

"Ice Rose." She said, barely whisping into the wind, she said it so light. The simplicity came with the shyness. She never said more than needed. Her pale ice grey orbitals dart to both stallions, seeing they were relaxed more than she was was. She felt a shudder in her coat. It was from her body reaction to the wetness in her coat from melted snow and sweat. If only her body wasn't so reactive. She loved the winter, even in these harsh times when food is hard to find. But her coat and body wasn't made for the snow, but for the Egyptian deserts, built to survive harsh heat, hot enough to boil blood. She snorted as she told herself to relax a bit and told her body to endure the cold a little longer.

(OOC: There. I'm sure this is AT LEAST a hundred words! ^^)

[Storeh]

The patchwork painted stallion raised himself to full height, ears catching the audios given by the small leader named Lassan. Neck craning, the heat of sweat seemed to lessen in the standing of cold, giving him no offer of warmth in the shimmering ice. Blowing another stale breath, his mind rejoiced in the sound of the mare's reply, the tone low. He then turned to the black stag, bowing his head slightly to offer his show of respect.
"I am Scared of My Shadow, Hollow, if you so choose." Straightening himself, his blue eyes lingered upon the mare before turning back to the stallion by choice. Allowing the hint of a friendly smile to capture his features, he waited with respect for the return of inquiries.

[*~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~*]

Rose stood in the wind. She felt another reacting to the air, a shiver along her whole body. She snorted and shook it off, again ignoring it for her love of the cold weather. She stood there, watching the other two carefully, ready to bolt in case things of a nice meeting would change. Rose let her head dip to the ground sniffing at the light snow. It poofed up at her, reaction to it's powderiness and and her cooled breath flowing out. She pulled her head back up to hold her own full height.