|| Chances are for certain...!

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[bg=#000000] Vaiveahtoish bestowed the expanse of landscape that unfolded before his statuette of form with dilation of clouded orbs, deeply entuned with the natural surroundings of the Belle Valle. Petal ears where held in neutral succession, muscles in the lines of translucent pelting sharp with tensity. It was uncommon for the Elemental to be seen outside the reaches of his own lands, but as of late the exception had been made upon numerous grounds, especially since his audience with Lassan of Terra Della Liberta. In truth, the Konjou had ground uneasy, restless, in Animus Elegancia, so much so that he had taken to wandering the unclaimable lands without a true leading purpose. Stranger, the closest thing the stag had to an friend, though he was still more of an adviser, told him the a walk in the valley might clear the lord's head, for spring was upon them. The strange habits of the emaciated stallion where something that ticked clocks in the mind of Vaiveah, setting off alarms, alerting him to a mysterious way that was hidden under the hide of the seemingly harmless vagabond. But, now was not the time for such thinkings. He had set out to 'enjoy' himself, as well as find peace, and the Elemental was now determined to achieve it, once more. The spirits of this land where not restless as in Terra Scure, but drifting idly, in a state of rapture that the spirit equine himself did not wish to break with the pretense of conversation. Raising the crown of his noble head, nostrils flared in fruitless search for any other methods of company, though he should know it was an useless endeavor. Stallion, if he should happen upon any, would only wish to fight with himself. For spring, though the lights of the Isola Dei Dei be brilliant, was a time that he should, more than ever, be in his own lands. A sigh excused itself from his maw, eyes closing for a mere moment as the proud statue seemed to exhaust itself. So many thoughts.

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Ah, springtime. A time for new beginnings, and a chance to start over. But for Aithne, what had been done in the past cannot be easily forgiven or forgotten, and so she had no choice but to accept what she had done. But she regretted nothing - and took pride in the appreciative looks she recieved when she came upon other horses. Soon enough, she would have to gather troops to go to war. It was unavoidable if they were going to survive in the end. She would do everything in her power to protect any more innocent from falling under the rabid flames they produced.

Aithne was feeling a whole lot better now that she had completely healed from her wounds, but the only downside to all of this was that there were a few scars marring her features. But never matter about that - she didn't particularly care about what she looked like to others. As long as she was alive and breathing, that was good enough for her. And what better way to spend another day alive but to take a stroll in Belle Valle? She had always liked the serene calm beauty of the place, and found herself drawn to it. She felt nothing off about coming here, so she strode in with confidence, her ears forward in curiousity as it was filled with continuous birdsong. It was such a beautiful day.

And then, that was when the mare came upon a unusual sight. The stallion that was ahead in the thin forest of trees was a haunting white, almost as if he were a phantom. The mare stopped in her tracks, her golden eyes studying the creature before a name sprang to her mind. Ah, the Konjou leader. Word of him seemed friendly enough, and it seems he were calling for attention. So Aithne answered with a nicker to catch his attention, and then stepped lightly towards him, offering a friendly smile. "Good afternoon."


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music: prayer of the refugee by rise against

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[bg=#000000] Vaiveahtoish was with quite natural acceptance, not officially startled by the voice calling to him in a momentary greeting, for even in his slightly clouded state, her aura was enough to send the stag relapsing to present. However, despite his alertness to the presence she cast, the calling out was indeed something Vaiveah had not been expecting. Petaled ears flickered back as the audios resounded, arched neck craned backward to reside orbs upon her fair pelting, an immediate recognization playing part in the confines of his mind. A moment stretched between the two, almost too lengthy in expectation as the current train of thought ran course. Turning fully to face her, the Konjou stallion need not glance entirely over her features as he gave his head a fair bow, the long strands of his silver-lined mane falling momentarily out of place. Straightening to his full height once more to bestow eye contact between the pair. 'My greetings to you.' Mind registered the small smile patched upon her facial features as once more the connection was made. The Zuden fea was indeed quite known to himself, for the quickness of tongue in these parts never ceased to astound the spirit equine. Uncertainly, the pelt quivered, for the stallion was not well rehearsed in the arcane arts of the presence of others, and this, in itself, was not quite practice. Pray, what would he have to say? The gaze turned to the expanse of canopy above their heads, tracing the dark outlines of each new budding leaf as the mind worked over. The proud stance was rigid enough to make the pelting assume marble-like cover, for the Lord too care in not allowing light to grace his melting, for then the markings the lay below the surface would occur. 'Wonderful day for the enjoyment of Belle Valle, is it not?' Inwardly, the Konjou expressed a sigh. Discussion of battle plans? Not a problem. Speaking the accords of war with the enemy? No problem there, either. Speaking on easy terms with another equine, no matter of what breed or gender? Vaiveahtoish would rather be at war. For at least that was something the lead excelled at.

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