Gemina
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Post by Gemina on Dec 10, 2010 19:33:35 GMT -5
~Tornado~
Tornado wandered through Belle Valle aimlessly. He wasn't sure why he was here, things were fairly boring back at the herd, and he didn't care for anything that was happening at the time that he left. He had been wandering around the claimable areas of the Island for at least a week now. He still didn't want to return. He found it rather pleasant being away from the herd, and there was more food here anyway. "It's a bit boring by myself though." He muttered to himself. He wished that another equine would show themselves so he would have company. Preferably a mare. Stallions didn't seem to like being around him. He didn't see why. He was an amazingly interesting horse and thought highly of himself. Of course it never occurred to him that was the reason none of the stallions enjoyed his company. Anyway who needed them? He continued wandering and grazing lazily, with no real goal.
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Post by Storeh on Dec 12, 2010 14:49:03 GMT -5
DelinquentWith little heed to details concerning to the surrounding area, the juvenile waltzed with a whimsical air through across the valley, small head delicately tucked to almost define the swan-resembling length of her thinning neck. The odd shimmering deception of her coat was sure to give her away in the vast oceans of ivory sheen, though the mare Delinquent was also quite unconcerned, for the simple notion slipped easily from the grasp of mind. The locks of her tail seemed to coil like serpents in the wind, farther intertwining themselves into tangled masses as she moved with a strange idle swiftness, listening to the beat of her own musical pace.
Finally, the hint of reality almost appeared to reluctantly seep into her form, as if in realization of where, who, and how. Snorting the large nostrils, eyes dilated to focus as everything slowed to a halt as scent struck. Another horse was near, a stallion, to be sure. The erect stance she took was the mirror image of art as immediately she scanned. For the fea would most certainly turn hind and drink the wind if harm was to be done upon her. This was not her first time, nor her last to be sure, to happen upon a stag for a stranger.
For the mare could not find the intruder upon her peace, she did not give in to the fleeting chance of pure imagination. Instead, her ears continued to swivel with a sense of decided purpose, mind trying to close the gap with the senses. The wind raged around with almost embrace to lift hair as well as shiver pelt. The filly did not flinch at the clouds of snow billowing around her stance. She would be patient if need be, though her muscles were taunt with expectancy of escape...
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Post by Gemina on Dec 12, 2010 17:15:45 GMT -5
~Tornado~
Tornado continued his aimless walk through the valley. Hoping he would encounter someone, anyone at all. As he was getting lonelier by the second. He trod through the snow, and stopped to rest and search through the snow for food. He raised his head to the sky and took a deep breath. The icy cold air shot like daggers into his throat. Sniffing the air he smelt nothing, yet he felt the presence of another being. Cantering a few meters to his left, he smelt again. This time he smelled a mare. He smiled. Just what I was looking for, company. He began trotting in the direction of the smell. Stopping when he saw a dark glistening shape in the distance. He whinnied a friendly hello. Then began trotting in the mares direction. He stopped a few feet away from her, and smiled. " Hello miss!" He said politely. "You look a little lonely. Care for some company?" He continued smiling at the, little thing. She was obviously a filly, not the mare he was hoping for, but none the less, hopefully good company.
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Post by Storeh on Dec 12, 2010 19:36:19 GMT -5
Delinquent A tremor racked roughly across the open expanse of spine, the fingers of the notion seeming to curl under the recesses of her skin with telling shivers. The mixed sparks of her uncommon purple-blue orbs stared with impassive silence upon the taller stag standing before the inferior frame that served as her own. With merely a grazing glance across to collect his pelting, she discovered with effort the he was an elemental, something of rarity to her. Mind seemed to grind gear at this, the pure chance of new experience grounding the flighty mare. The channeling of voice finally found suite as thoughts fell into lines with a finality about them.
'Depends upon what sort of company one such as yourself is offering...' The tone of her voice did not carry well, taking upon the volume of a mere whisper as the breeze whipped the audios away from her maw. She did not lessen the suspicion mounting in the pool of her inner workings as she stood rigidly, muscles prepared for the lunge into gallop as legs already started to ache with the notion.
OOC: She is 3 winters old, and a varnish blue roan leopard appaloosa, if you wanted to know. xD [/size]
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Gemina
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Post by Gemina on Dec 12, 2010 21:20:54 GMT -5
~Tornado~
Tornado watched the filly intently. She was tense, and seemed scared. He smiled. Then began to laugh. " I'm not that kind of stallion. I mean, I'd just like someone to talk to." He smiled down at the smaller equine. She was rather pretty, and he would enjoy the company. He hadn't been able to boast about his latest feats for a while now, and found that being alone had gotten a bit boring. Shifting his gaze he looked to the horizon and sniffed the air. Perhaps there was another more...interesting fae to speak with. Alas, he only got an icy blow to the muzzle. He turned back to the filly, smiled again, and drifted back into thought. How could he get himself out of this, and start looking for a more suitable companion. Perhaps the fae would run. She seemed rather tense after all. He didn't want o be rude to the poor thing either. After all he was know for how polite he was with the faes. He couldn't risk a flaw in his perfect reputation.
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Post by Storeh on Dec 12, 2010 22:07:02 GMT -5
Delinquent The winter air seemed to cradle the cascading rivulets that served as a thoughtless hum to the threat of dissolving background. A quake resounded through the very central core of each intricate muscle that laid under the surface of her thin pelting, the barrier in senses shrinking as white noise filled her ears with quivering notion. It was then as the stallion drew his interest away from her form for the slightest motion did time seem to halt. Frozen, and faltering as the balance tipped the scales. Slowly, slower, and halted. The snow fell around them, but Delinquent was shivering with inner heat.
Explosion occurred as her tendons snapped to live, allowing the small frame to jolt forth with unforeseeable strength, the velocity climbing higher by a tick. The snow seemed to graciously fall away in her wake, the path clear as her gallop heightened. A jovial nicker bubbled to the surface, unleashing in a gasp upon frozen air that not thawed in her lungs as nostrils flares. She soon, once more, forgot about the place she was and who she had spoken to, as her body lengthened stride into bounds as she reached toward the heavens with her eyes. Freedom was her medication, though she always was drunk upon the skies...
OOC: Thanks for posting here. ^^ [/size]
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Post by Gemina on Dec 14, 2010 17:35:59 GMT -5
~Tornado~
Tornado watched as the filly galloped off. Alone again, he grunted and turned to walk in the opposite direction. At least he wouldn't have to worry about the young equine any longer. Now he noticed the cold, chilling winds, biting at his pelt. Shelter. He thought. I need to find shelter. "Perhaps I should just return to the herd?" He whispered to himself. No. He couldn't. He didn't feel like returning to that drab place. Besides, he had other goals. He began trotting away towards the trees. Hoping he could find a place with less wind. He felt as if someone was stabbing his pelt repeatedly. Alas, he could do nothing to prevent. He continued on. Trying his best not to think about the cold.
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