The Needle In A Hay Stack

[Magic]

Magic had never been the same. Never. She had the appearance of the all around, regular mare. Her deep blue orbs, stripped hooves, hazel brown and ivory white pelt. Normal was the word to discirbe her physical characteristics. Paint was in her blood, and it shined as clear as the blue sky. She was proud of it, indeed, which was one of her stunning traits.
The thing that caught most stallions eyes, was her penatrating personality. She wasn't one to be fought over, or to take sides, she always had a choice in store for herself. Even if there wasn't, she would make it seem, as though there were one. She was quiet, but if someone should ask her a question, she would raise her head, and curtly answer them back. She needn't be bothered, for her life had never been much of a kick in the gut. Sure she had gone through the death of her mother. That was something to expect, when living in the wild. Her mother had been secretive, silent, and mysterious, while her father, had been a respectful gentleman. She carried much of her heritage, but at times, it she would act as though she were an entirely different mare. Sometimes playfull, sometimes more timid. She was an island unto herself.


Magic stood sturdily in a small field, neck drapped elegantly, leading to the grass. As well as snipping at the greens, every once and a while, she would lift her arched neck up, and check her surrondings, to make sure she was doing everything a mare was supposed to do.
Raising her sculpted skull, she shook her mane, guiding all the air through it, as possible. She took a few steps farther into the field, then set herself up for a long wait. She knew somebody would come. Of course he would. The only thing bothering her, was that they would not want her.

Name: Magic
Colour: Brown and white
Breed: Paint
Gender: Mare
Age: 6
Alligence: Neutral
HH: 16.4
Eyes: Blue
Mane/Tail: Brown and white
Hooves: Stripped

[diesel]

^{kijken
king of terra del canyon nascosto
four winters have made him
friesian runs in his blood
and he remains in the shadows..}

ebon hessian made his way slowly into the lands of claiming once again, dial raised high as his dark orbitals took in the familiar sights around him. nares dialated, taking in the scents of other equines that blew about the breeze. a small smile played about his features - knowing that there were other equines about gave him a strange sort of joy; after being on his own for so long it was nice to finally have others near. he exhaled deeply, sighing his contention.

silken banner swished lazily behind him as he walked, one solid piston in front of the other. he really had no desitnation in mind, but was simply wandering as he did much of the time. it was mid-day, hot, but beautifully blue overhead. quite perfect. his herd was now growing in numbers, which made him extremely happy. for a neutral, he had a love of being with others that was shared by few other of his alignment, but he cared not. he was a social being, but completely devoted to his role as king. social but not uncaring, firm but not unjust, and wise beyond his years.

suddenly he spotted a lone equine about 50 yards away. he ceased his motions, dark orbs focused on the other. a fae, no doubt. and with the painted markings as he had only seen so few times before - the markings that he found so captivating. she was beautiful. he supposed it could be said that he found all mares beautiful. but that was untrue. the fact of the matter was that when he saw something that truly did strike him as beautiful, he thought it a waste for that beauty to go unrecognized. and if that left him uttering beauty more than another stud, so be it.

a low, inviting whicker left his depths as he called to this new mare, lowering his dial a bit so as not to seem intimidating. pilliars resumed motion as he closed the distance between them, his eyes still taking in her form. he stopped again when he was within comfortable speaking distance, maws parting as he dipped his head a bit in greeting. good day, lass. i am kijken, king of terra del canyon nascosto. he paused, searching for something else to say. you're new to the island then, i take it. might i have your name, miss? [/size]

[Magic]

OOC: I'm sorry it's so short. I have chores to do.

Magic had her dial near the ground. The scent of a stallion entered her notrils. She kept herself composed, acting as if she was alone in this beautiful wonderland. She flicked her tail, chasing off the irritating flies for a short while. Hearing the voice of the proud stud, she lifted her elegantly chissled head, and looked about. Not too far away, an ebony coloured stallion stood sturdily on earths crust. Magic nickered quietly, and focused her gaze in his direction. She stood tall, towering over many creatures that have pasted her way. The stallion seemed as though he was harmless. That was what all stallions made themselves out to be. Well, there was the occasional semental that didn't even bother to trick her into joining their herd. That wasn't too often. "New, I am not, Magic, I am." she spoke the words clearly, but firmly, trying to register it into his mind, that she was not one to be fooled. She waved her manen one more time, relaxing bit by bit as she got used to the bumps that arose on her skin, from being so close to a stallion, once again. She hoped this stallion shan't leave her in her own puddle of pride, to soak with embaressment.

Magic watched every movement the stud made, trying to read his muscles. She'd tried mastering the art of muscle reading many times. It was an extremly hard technique of reading ones mind, by the way their muscles moved. She couldn't tell what was going on in his skull. She zoned back in, consentrating very hard, supressing the flow of oxygen that entered her lungs.

[diesel]

ebon hellion met the gaze of the femme, watching her as she attempted to read his mind and his soul. a small smile played about his features, for he knew all too well that his shadowed being was not an easy one to know. harks twitched as he listened to her words, replaying them in his mind, long after she had finished. so she was not so new here as she seemed. magic was her name, and he could already tell that there was much more to this femora than met the eye.

well then, magic my dear, he said, stepping closer to her and nudging her lightly on the shoulder with his muzzle. it was a sign of claimance to all other studs who might be lingering in the area, yet he was asking it as a question. it was not a harsh nip as most studs would leave on those they claimed, demanding that the mares follow them to their terra. just a gentle nudge and a question. you're free to follow me to my home, and stay for as long as you wish. if you'd like to, that is. he said, meeting her intoxicating gaze once again. he had not backed up from her after placing his muzzle upon her hide, and now he breathed in her scent deeply, so as to never forget her. magic.

[Magic]

She eyed the stallion. She wasn't weary, but curious. She took a step forward, now even closer to the muscular giant. She held her head high, scanning the stud's dark pelt. After she had seen him up close, she met the semental's gaze. "I shall do so." she said with a breathtaking, musical voice. She took one step back, to look around. Her orbs moved swiftly, taking in the surronding's that she'd stood in for a few hours. Waiting. Waiting for this exact moment to occur.

The wind played with her weathered coat as her ears flicked forward. She shook her mane, at ease, and waited for the ebony stallion to lead the way to the spoken lands that she was invited to join. She took a deep breath, having her coat gleam with persperation, she was trying to get some cool air.

[diesel]

ooc - i'll post for her in the terra

[Magic]

OOC: Okie doke!