~`Open/Storeh`~~`Little Hope`~

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L'amore è il Veleno walked in the light of the brightly lit place. She was heading to the Allervare Mettono. But she changed her mind. She decided she was to find a stallion to work with. One who she possibly mess with. She had all her acts ready, so that she may trick the next one she ran into. She hoped it would be those two stallions she ran into in early times. They were a bit disturbing. Or was it a single stallion holding two in himself. She didn't want to fret on it. She knew how to handle them both. She walked forward, acting unsure of each step. She was going to use her lost persona until she got sight of a stallion. Her looks turned innocent and the easily seeable dark side of her was hidden, and hidden well. She continued to step around, looking at her surrounds like she did not know them. She looked confused and lost. She had he fake story in her head. She knew how to explain herself in all this acting, and knew how to hold a persona for several days. She simply wandered in search in her fake confusion.

[Storeh]

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[bg=#000000] Vaiveahtoish traced with the etching of almost thoughtful abandon clear contemplation of clouds arching along the expanse of silverline heaven. Clouded crystalline orbs regarded this with little more than the feign of passing interest, long petaled ears flicking in almost contradiction of thoughtful abandon. The glinting rays of sunlight went only momentarily disrupted by covering canvas of sky, making the complex underlining plethora of markings ripple and contort in the array of light. Yet the stallion did not take much interest in the stance he had taken, for the trails of mind where pooled elsewhere. For the Konjou had taken time from Animus, once more, to ponder the circumstantia around shifting of powers throughout the isle, for the ideals bothered him a great deal more than usual chance. Tilting the delicate cranium toward the open plains of valley, the Konjou lead allowed optics to swim easily across the rolling oceans of grass, dipping only with the contours of landing mind-set. Nostrils flared slightly, catching a scent unplaced for the spring air did not give but idle glancing grace. The aroma of another equine perfumed it, making the Spirit Lord feel, at least in slight, a churning in his gut at the thought of speaking to another horse at this moment. Vaiveah had quite enough of the natures of others of his species, and by this drawing smell alone he knew it was a fea. Oh, the trail of the opposite gender! What a time, indeed, they gave one such as himself, whom had no wish of tying companionship or passing sharing of tongue. Embraced in the confines of his thought, the large stallion unconsciously allowed the pale oculars a lowly glance for such a mare, genteel natures on subject lost graciously. Then, the snapping of lesser convulsions, attentiveness sharpened to adrenaline snap as the Elemental caught sight of the other, down the way from his perch upon on gently rolling slope. Slowly, as if to gauge the natures of situation, Vaiveah took in the extent of her appearance, judging, indeed, it was a fea of Elemental breeding, decidedly Navita. With the thought summoned of disappearance, the Konjou found it undermining as he watched for another moment. At the bare least, was his thought, one should announce the ideals of their presence? Drawing himself to the usual contemplation of prideful stance, the Spirit stallion let out a musically bugled call, a mere announcing of presence, to be sure. Uneased.

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Vala looked around, still hold her confusion there on her face. Her eyes scroll across the stallion, but she allowed them to fly past him like she was still searching for the one who made the call in the first place. She snorted softly, as she looked back to her level view of the world, acting naive. Her acting performance was purely good. Better than good. It fool many. Not one did she ran into could resist falling for her acts. They worked. Except one that previous stallion. She'll break that one when it's his time. She rescanned the landscape, her ears turned forward, trying to find sound again, though she knew where the stallion was located.

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[bg=#000000] The crowning achievement perceived directly upon the fortunate reigning lessons as the element of rapturous control as well as containment, even when taken as something arcane for shock. Wind resounded with hollow intention through the channels of his long petaled ears as they flinted momentarily back, raising the arch of his formidable stature for prideful degree of cranium raised with thought. There was not a movement marked upon his features, for engaged in the trails of leading demeanor, the stallion was in no place rash for judgment. Memories, though far from the daunting haunts his former companion had bore witness to, where enough to lead experience that made the stag weary, even in situations were one would not take the time to think more than once over something as blunt as the current. Vaiveah cradled slightly the arch of present enlightenment, restraining himself from the idleness of constant motion as the part was not played. Was there no limits to the ploys of arrant suspicion? With the absurd notion of thoughtlessness, it would appear to be the case. Catiously, though the hinting upon voice betrayed nothing short of monotone declaring, another brief statement was issued, ringing from his vocals to sweep across the lands, entangling lush grass to bask in pretencious sun. The Konjou allowed ears to fall forward with the succession of halting guard, though the clouded impression on the more marked of features did not slacken. Indeed, however, it was a riddle for a mind to solve why the mare herself was wandering with little fronted aim without the altered purpose, or maybe the fea did have an agenda unbeknowned to himself. A short exhale from aching lungs allowed the lead some sort of release he himself did not recall seeking. There was a feeling, something he did not usually take the time to encourage, building upon the fruitlessness of his own gut. Glancing from the glistening hide of silhouetted form, and to the heavens above in wondering, the air around was almost charged with the present vision. Patient as a characteristic, the stallion Vaiveah could only wait.

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The mare jumped like the call surprised her, like she wasn't expecting the second one. She turned her head her venom green eyes looked at stallion, them showing the emotion of confusion as they landed on the white white stallion. He was one more on her level. She could tell he was an elemental. He was full of pride, she could see, that it wasn't one that would be brought down easily. A challenge. Her actress eyes still contained the confusion as the her face held the expression that said 'Yes?' as she looked at the stallion. Her mind processed that he was handsome, but she wasn't in to get any one for their looks. Her love has a venomous bite. Why not use her power over others. She felt her poll fall out of her face from the wind that hit her, revealing the glowing white lightening bolt on her forehead, a full proof of her breeding as a Navita. She continued her stare, waiting to see if the stallion wanted her badly enough to talk to her, or something to that assortment.