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[ottava]

Pelt soaked from the journey across the waters, her muscles were seizing. The vixen was exhausted but yet her sedulous manner would not permit her to stop now. She was weak from the non fertile lands she passed through and her ribs protruded ever so slightly. Regardless of her temporary poor health, her visage shone in a breath taking way. She knew a lone mare could not live alone for long. Predators were everywhere and mares did not last long alone. She had an incredible strength despite her emaciated figure and could out run the best of predators, but preferred to feel safe rather than have to be continually paranoid. Auds pricked, she observed the terra surrounding her. Orbs scanned the horizon but no appearance of friend nor fiend was printed across her retina. She raised her crown and held it high. She tossed her mane delicately and the sun caught the gloss within each strand. She swished her tail to rid her hind of the irksome flies, feasting on her soaked pelt. She picked up her slow gait to a smooth gallop, her muscles ripples impressively. She was not malnourished enough to have lost her muscle tone. Her hooves pounded the firm terra beneath her, the rhythm reverberating through the area. She slowed to a canter the stopped abruptly. Why, she had no idea. After six years of her undecided alliance, she suddenly decided one day to choose light. It was this same snap decision that told her to stop. Surveying the area, her senses told her no other equine was around her. It was with this observation that she lowered her crown to take a minutes break for a snack. She kept her senses keen, for any sign of movement.


After a short while she raised her crown and shook the grass from her delicate mane. She decided it was best to stop stalling. She had to find a home before night fall. She raised her crown high above her and nickered softly. She wanted nearby equine to have to listen hard for her.


Impatience broke in after a moments wait. She could not play games. She had done it all her life. She forced her muzzle upwards and sent forth a piercing whinny. It was not a whinny calling for help yet in her desperation to end the silence, she forced it out too much. She tried her best to put in her whinny that she was a lonely mare who sought companionship. Whether the companionship was of a stallion or mare, she did not care. She also tried to put in her call, a sign that she was not to be messed with. She had been lonely for too long, and needed some time to recover from her journey. She could not nourish herself while constantly on the lookout for predators. Her dark Arabian bloodlines made her to proud to be alone. Her mom had been force bred by a dark aligned Arabian stallion six long springs ago. Cadenza was the result and her mom did not like her ever. She had never been liked, and it was for this reason she almost chose a dark alliance. She made her decision to be light, and she was going to stick with it. She was made of tougher stuff than her current visage may withhold and her bloodlines proved that. She however could not be stubborn. Her proud manner would have to be pushed aside.


She knew she would have to wait. She held her crown high, in a grandiose manner and waited. She had to keep her guard up, and not cloud her senses with hope for companionship. She lowered her crown to the ground and decided it was best to appear some what vulnerable, as to not scare away any potential options, however, she kept her senses up, as to not be susceptible to the harmful passerby. She knew her visage was still impressive as she nourished herself, waiting.

[ottava]

Impatiance over took her once again. Her optics veiwed the scenery around her. She watched in envy as all of the other vixens nearby had the attention. She craved what they had. Her pelt had dried in the long wait. The abscence of equines was driving into her. Her stomach grumbled. She was starving so she again lowered her crown to the grass to graze. She abruptly raised her crown imediately after however. She could not wait. Night fall approached and she was ever so lonesome. She let out a piercing whinny calling to any equine. Just a friendly chat would suffice for now. She stomped her foreleg and swatted the flies, waiting. She lowered her crown again, listening to her whinny reverberate through the valley. She was not a patient mare. Her figure was not domineering either. She should have easily attracted someone by now. She continued her grazing, fullfilling her hunger.

[kirjava]

Jentry moved swiftly, he had traveled these land by now. Known every crevice, every crack. He also knew that everyday, new equines would appear. More then often mares came. The stag took their claim on said mares, and waited for more to come. Though jentry did not function that way. He spawned foals before. Many carry the legacy of himself. But he was 'choosy' in a way. Not snobbishly so, yet he was in a way, looking for the higher class. Hence he regarded no horse as an equal. No, he regarded some from the condition of their health, the emaciation of their coat, every little detail, jentry took into account. Well those that he took from afar. For you can't take everything from one angle. Shuffling forward, his nape caring his skullery proud in the air. Auds shifted back, as a piercing whinny broke through the 'silence' around himself. The painted stag looked around. Why, oh, Why would an equine let out such a loud sound. jentry saw a few pairs, move off fleeing for the woods. The limited amount of stag around was pitiful.

Then he spoted her. Her coat was clogged, yet she was grazing away. Her crown was dished out, most likely an Arabian, he noted. Though most Arabians he had gazed upon in his days so far were gray in color. This one was different. Sorta like Jentry was. Not many horses looked similar to jentry. Sure, some had the same conformation, had a similar painted pelt, but jentry stood out. Unconquered and wild. That was jentry. maw lifted to the cerulean sky, and his sensitive front lip pushed forward as vocal cords hummed a nicker. No, it wasn't loud, but it was soft, and sweet. Musical. Jentry trotted to wards the dark colored Arabian. His bronze orbs didn't appear happy, or peppy, just interested. Hello. He nickered. Weary for a reply.

[ottava]

Auds pricked as she picked up the sound of an animal roaming. Swiftly, she lifted her crown and eyed the source of the noise. It was an equine. She flicked her right aud in surprise at his appearance. She did not expect any to come. Nares picked up his scent, telling her the equine was a stallion. Her whinny she assumed, must have been more efficacious than she had apprehended. She eyed the stallion as he came over and kept her equanimity. She waiting for his approach while she considered him. He did not appear imperious upon her first impression. Dispassionately she watched him. She knew too many stallions to betray her for her to trust him on first impressions. Her orbs directly looked into his. He did not express a hint of treachery or negativity. Maybe he was just incredibly debonair and suave. She could not be too careful. Therefore as he spoke to her, she took time to consider his tone and his simple word choice of ‘hello.’ She only waited a moment before she decided it was best to respond simply out of respect. She knew her place and that stallions always seemed to be above it.

She eyed him suspiciously and responded in a gentle tone, “Hello” and bowed a foreleg in respect, wary of keeping her guard. Then straightened and continued, “I am called Cadenza”
She did ask his name, as she figured he would reveal it in due time. It was inconsequential that she knew it at the moment anyways. She did not want to disconcert him by keeping a cold shoulder, so it was for this reason she gave her name without his request.

She stomped the ground nervously. She knew her appearance was not at its most flattering, but she did know she had an impressive visage, regardless of her lack of nutrition. She was cocky and she knew it. She decided it was best to hold her crown high in a grandiose manner. She awaited for his next move. Stallions always made the moves, so she would not hold him from doing so. Her optics watched him eagerly, awaiting some form of communication.

[kirjava]

The painted stag moved slowly to wards the mare. His satellites picked apart their words, and found no meaning beyond the obvious. His occuli moved bored over her. Not that the mare wasn't appeasing to others, no, just his mind wasn't one to get into trivial things. Well hello Cadenza, he paused for a moment. Cadenza. It was an appropriate name for her. It seemed to suit her... Sorry my manners are bleak, My callings are Jentry. he was about to say many feared him. Though decided that wasn't the way to go at the moment. Some did fear him. Not because he was big, and brawny, no because Jentry was ruthless, and knows how to utilize his bodice. Jentry could fight. Among the best. Watching her amusedly as she bowed to himself. Jentry was considering returning the gesture.

Shuffling an ivory leg forward his chest of golden colorings on his chest lowered to wards the ground, as his other, less fascinating leg bent under himself. maw touched the ground as his bow came to a close. Getting up with his usual grace, he made it seem like he just meet the queen.

So what brings you here dove, If i may ask of course. he called in his usual musical vocals. As his lyrics lofted away. He waited for her to tell her story. To bore him to death as he stood thier pretending to be a good listener. Hell he may even listen. Jentry was acting as a gentleman at the moment, but it was that, an act. Would it come to a close to soon?

[ottava]

Considering the stags words, she decided his tone had an airiness to them. She had no story to tell. She eyed him, Choosing her words carefully. She looked to the ground, as if it held the answer to her own story. It didn't. This ground held nothing and with this conclusion she looked up at the stag. He had bowed back to her, yes, but why was he mimicking her? She was showing him respect. She did not feel that her current visage deserved the respect he returned. She knew with a little rest and nutrition, her true bloodlines would show through. At, the moment, she was not up to her usual standards one could say. She decided to reply and just go with it. In a more strained voice than before she replied, "I come here for no reason other than it was where my feet dragged me to. I have no reason to be here, however, I have no reason to leave. Therefore, why not but stay. I have ventured long and far. Five long years, since weaned from my mother at one, I have traveled." Closing her maw, she considered what she had just responded with. Her voice was strained form lack of use and so she ended her thoughts early. She may have said too much, the more she thought. It was too late though. She would have to wait his response to see how he took it.

She took the moments of silence between her response and his interpretation to her advantage. He was close enough for her to see that he had a powerful image. His muscles were rather toned and she appreciated a well developed stallion. She continued him while she awaited his response with baited breaths, careful not to miss any word that escaped his maw.

[kirjava]

The stag thought about what he had heard. In earnest, he knew he heard to much, but decided to play ignorant to it, and pretend that he didn't hear much. looking over the mare he thought for a moment. before he replied. Oh well i see. 5 years is a long time, don't you think. Surely you would have settled before this? he called baiting her on, in a way. His head snapped to his rump for a moment, to relieve himself quickly of a pest, making home on his rump. Before he turned back to Cadenza, he sighed.

Facade carefully cleared of all emotions, as not to confuse some into think things they shouldn't, jentry made a small statement. My dove, i believe you need to rest. Also a little nutrient would hurt, don't you think? I stay with you if you want. Jentry didn't care much if she asked him to leave, and come back later, or if she wanted him to stay, whatever floated her boat would work for him as well.

[ottava]

The stag took in her initial response, but questioned for more. She was picking up a sense that he was bored with her. She could live on her own easily, but the temptation of having a temporary companion was too tempting. She considered his options and concluded that she should answer his initial question before deciding on the latter. She lowered her crown before she spoke and decided it was best not to keep him waiting. She debated only an instant longer on whether or not she should explain her reason for not settling down before she said, "Why did I not settle? I never found a home that I was willing to settle in at." She was not being completely honest, but she herself was not ever sure of the answer. She hesitated, teetering on revealing more, but she just met the stag and telling her whole life story was inconsequential to this simple conversation.

Pounding the ground nervously, she then interpreted the nest bit of his speech. She needed to rest, yes. She needed nourishment also. She needed protection whilst she rest also. She, however, was not willing to accept his presence fully. She normally would just get a few hours or light rest in a well hidden clump of bushes or a cave before continuing on. She did not know these land either, nor what dwelled within it. He appeared to know the lands, unlike herself. She needed safety and did not know the lands, which he did. He could also provide safety, ensuring her a good deep rest. She held back her response though. She did not want to appear to eager and turn off the stag. She, however, needed his help to ensure a healthy nights rest. It was with this last though that she decided it was to her advantage to accept his offer. She bowed to him, once again, bending a foreleg and responded, “I would also, really appreciate your offer on the pretenses that I am not being forward, I just need a fellow equines help.”

Shutting her maw, she regretted her last words and pulled herself straight from her bow. She had learned that her place was to respect the stallion, no matter how stubborn she was though. She accepted his offer, and hoped he would fulfill it too. She anxiously awaited for him to take in her words.

[kirjava]

jentry, who until know had stood still, statue like. Now grew impatient. Cadenza, you do not need to bow to me to show Respect. he let the words fall, he had no patience to start with musical tones.

Shifting again, he looked over the mare, Follow me for a better place to sleep, one, as you could say, more protected then here. he held back for a moment, his long graceful strides would carry him easily to the place he was thinking of. Though, the sleep deprived mare might not be able to keep up as easily. She didn't need to be strained at the very time. Jentry had yet to make a decision on her. he realized that he hadn't acknolegde her first tidbit of information. He was distracted by her over amount of 'respect' to him, it was plain irriatating. He shook his crest as another insect landed on the nape of his neck. Know jentry was losing his kindly act, maybe he wasn't so neutral after all. Well, he was mainly undecided, and when he had his claim on land, he would decide.

Jentry growing distracted, started to walk ahead, the timbers a few meterrs off would provide a suffenceint amount of safety, yet thier was a cave he had seen earier, that was long abandoned, and made no real threat of begin dangerous to an equine. They didn't go deep enough into the earth to have potential to a predator, more or less it was just a crevice on mother earth's face, and for tonight it would harbor two equines. Suddenly he stoped realising that he had picked up a trot in his distracted auroa. He knew the land to well at first glance to be lost, but had he lost his companion?

[ottava]

She was taken aback at his extremely forward manner. She could tell he was impatient like herself. She had learned from the beginning to allways respect a stallion. She felt embarrased that her attemtps to show such respect had been thrown off like they did not have importance. She also noticed he did not care to intepret her previous statement. She brushed this fact off, but his tone was slightly irritating. She needed rest, yes but was it worth it? She Decided it was best to follow. She needed his protection and knowledge. She broke into a canter to catch up to the stag and soon reached his side. She snorted in her way of showing she decided to follow him and slowed to his pace, walking at his side. She kept her distance from him slightly, as to avoid any attepts of his to attack her. She was forever paranoid, and just because one debonair stallion came across her, did not mean she would drop her thoughts of his detrayal. She eyed him suspiciously while he was not looking and swiftly looked forward to where he was leading her. Was she following the suave stallion into a trap? She hoped not.

[kirjava]

Jentry stoped for a moment, the cave was in the next clearing. Sorry for my outburst, cadenza. But i wish you would not look apon my like a villan as of yet. he called softly. He had finally calmed enough to talk. Steping forward theirs a small cave around the corner, perfect for a decent night of rest. he called softly. moving the rest of the way towards the small cave. It held a wide mouth, and went into the terra serval feet. jentry moved to the mouth of the cave and started to stand guard like.

[ottava]

She listened to his calming vocals and accepted his apology. Feeling no vocal response was necessary as her vocals were already strained, she responded by gently nickering. She saw the cave, and was delighted at his choice in resting areas. She watched him as he turned to guard the cave and gently nuzzled him as she walked by. This nuzzle was to say thank you. She knew he would understand, as she desperately needed rest. Her visage revealed that. She walked passed him, keen on turning her back on him, as she rarely trusted any fellow equine. She turned to face him but he still faced out of the cave. She called to him in a gentle voice, in an almost tempting way, "Jentry, you do not have to guard the cave in such a manner. You need rest too. Feel free to nap too. I feel the present surroundings are safe enough." After this, she decided to lay down. Although she generally stood up while sleeping, she wanted all the rest possible. She layed down and waited Jentry's response before she slept.

[kirjava]

Jentry looked back to the mare, she had layed down, wich he was glad for. I'm fine, i can rest later, Candeza, you should just sleep. he called softly musical vocals were calming, urging the mare to sleep. Jentry moved farther from the mouth. and let his pillarsstand stiff. Attentive to what was going on around himself. His pelt was growing slightly managled, short as the pelt was, the hairs were crossed and dirt filled. He started to groom himself, kissers puller at the dirty filled hairs. He kept some attention on the mare, but he respected her need for privacy, and did not watch her like a hawk.

[ottava]

She lowered her crown to the ground and sighed a deep sigh. She had to rest despite her better judgement was telling her to stay alert. She clouded this though with her desperation to sleep. She relaxed her muscles. Swatted at what pesks that sought her in the cool dark cave. Whether in a short time or long, she eventually closed her eyes. She drifted off to sleep. Confusing dreams crossed her mind whilst she did so. Cadenza grunted in her sleep and subcontiously knew it was going to be a long and good nights rest.

OOC: I am now really going to bed, so next post will be in the late morning for me. That why this last post is extremely lacking.

[kirjava]

Jentry grazed, as the sunlit dipped away from the sky, shadows grew farther into the clearing. Stretching to reach the centre of the clearing to spread it dome filled darkness. The painted stag walked around the clearing, watching the mare as she relaxed finally and drifted off to sleep. Flicking his crest, his course hairs moved to the air. Filling the vacant space. Snorting lightly he stopped and looked around. The clearing grew darker, and silvery with the light turning lightly blue, to a dark starry navy. Jentry's well-made bodice sunk to the ground as he started to relax himself. turning his bronzen occuli over to his pieds, he rested his skullery on his feet. His maw rested in a same gap between his hind legs. He realized he shouldn't relax like this when a mare asked of his services. But frankly the night was dead. Sure, an owl hooted in the far forest, catching his first prey of the night. Birds ruffled their feathers as they settled for the night, and a few bats screeched their haunting calls, looking to rid the night of pests that would bug a equine in the morning.

The bronze covings slipped over his occuli, shuting away the tall forest, the green grasses, the dark starry sky. As jentry slipped into a light sleep. No vivied images came to him in such a light dormir, yet as his breathe slowed to a low rumble, the warm air heating his hocks, the cold air that followed caused slight muscle spasmes. The night slipped away. falling like seconds untrue to the hours.


When Jentry awoke. A light frost sat on his pelt, falling over the lower ends of his pelt, He rose immediately. Shuffleing his legs back underneath himself pushing the strong ivory frame to stand in a naturel figure. Snorting he looked to the cave. Auds shifted forward with ease. As he waited for the sound of her breathe to fill the air. it was surprisingly quiet. This made him worried. Moving forward, pillars pushing down stalks of emerald greens. Looking to the sky, it was a dusty grey, covering the cerulean blue that would come in the sky later in the day. The sun was barely over the peek of the valley, touching only same peeks on the tallest of trees. Shadows began to dispearse over the land once again. The clearing had no light, as of yet, and it would be a good hour before the light touched the fine edges.

Cadenza? he called softly in his musical tones. Worring for an answer, he moved closer to the cave and whickered softly.