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Post by Storeh on Feb 12, 2011 0:31:37 GMT -5
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The honey-hued oculars traced the lines of her features for a moment before the brute caught himself, heat creeping across his hide. Crystal Raven. It fit her perfectly, something very foreign to the name, for from his homeland they named the fillies after goddesses. Ears registered the audios emitting from the mare, as she took time to explain to him why the foal, known now to him as Creed, made the connection with him as his father. Though the stag was somewhat flushed after the fact, for he should have gone with his first assumption. The painted colt was not Raven's birthchild. He offered her a genuine smile, thinking to himself that she was very wonderful an equine to take in one that was not her own. Of course, if the youth had been born from his lands, things would have been exceedingly different. This pleased Battle Cry. The oculars watched the foal, whom had taken to chasing gulls upon the beach only a few hoofspans away. The stag felt he should watch, though he knew that the fea would be as well.
Flushing once more, it was arcane to think he was shifting uneasily, only internally, for his physical form was entirely calm, as well as unmoving in its casual stance. He should not be watching the colt, but neither should he be closely observing the mare, Raven, either. Shame for him.
'There is no need in the world for you to be apologizing. I feel for the experiences the child must have gone through. However, he is exceedingly fortunate to have happened upon one such as yourself.' A smile stretched taunt across his features, making the draft feel silly in his words, though they where his thoughts upon the manner. He found himself nearly cursing his own mouth in retrospection, for she must think him a fool! He was not very well-versed in the arts of conversing, and was almost scrambling for words that would allow him to make-up for the statement, however true. Instead, his eyes once more removed themselves, shyly peering upon the ground for a moment, then returning to the foal.
Yes, Creed was very fortunate, though he knew the strain a child had whom grew up without a family. Did they, at the very least, belong to a herd? A youth without proper structure would be doomed later in life. But, he was no expert on the manner, and should keep himself from prying to much into their lives. Another, smaller, grin was given, though almost fabricated from the assurance of his own stupidity. Raven must think him quite daft, but at least he had spoke him mind. Truth was something hard to come back in some places, and it was almost never regretted. Peering with almost shy intention into her crystalline orbs, he realized they brought new meaning to her name. Truth, he could almost imagine her with wings. She was a very beautiful for appearance, that much was very easy to see for Battle Cry. But, in light to this also, it would seem as if her heart was also touched by the coloration of her pelting.
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[/size][/blockquote][/font][/color] Muse: Amazing. :3
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Feb 12, 2011 0:59:50 GMT -5
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She let her eyes lapse back to the stallion, as a sadden smile crossed her mouth. "It is. The only thing her knew was his mother, and she left him, alone. I just can not picture him like that. He's just this ray of light, happy and bubbly, I must say. He's a good kid, just... It's he has found a fondness for you." She said, forcing back a blush. "But I think he was mostly forgotten them, though I'm sure most his memories of his life before are gone."
She sighed, as her eyes returned to Creed again, almost unwillingly. The smile melted into happy one, watching the foal play. "I almost wish I could get us in as herd. I think it would be good for him to meet others his age."
She spoke, unable to hold back the rolling blush she had gotten. He must think her being much too talkative. Or some dumb mare who couldn't hold her tongue. She felt another series of a roll blush run through her. She looked away from him he self, before letting her eyes return to Creed.
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[/color] Muse: All but dead....
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OOC: Too tired to type. I think I may head to bed or something.
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Post by Storeh on Feb 12, 2011 15:43:44 GMT -5
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A spark caught the outer corner of the stag's oculars as Raven spoke of the abandonment the colt had suffered in his early years. A mare leaving her foal for dead. What a thought! The facts she uttered caused a distress that boiled deep within the brute's dun pelting, for he knew the dangers of a mare and foal without a herd, not a matter upon which island they called home. Nostrils flared, though the honey orbs softened as she spoke of the foal Creed, her gaze also finding the playful form. He could not fathom either why anyone would leave such a...bundle of joy to the cruelties of the world. Ears flickered, slightly, as a thought occurred to him, though Battle Cry bite upon his tongue. He should offer protection to them, at least until they could find a home more suited to themselves. Though he had never been marked as such, he did not wish to be idled as smuggling them into a 'herd' of his own without their consent under false pretenses. He wished to help, but even the most noble of causes had their marks, and no good deed went unpunished.
'I have never be one to impose upon the private natures of another equine, however...this is not the right season for a beautiful mare and her young foal to be wandering without protection. I hate to implore shadows into your thoughts. Please, do not muddle my causes, but I wish to ask to stay with the two of you until...you can find a home suited to both your needs. I have not been upon these isles for more than a handful of days, but it is not in my nature to leave without doing all I can for another.' Battle Cry exchanged the glance to gaze into her eyes, almost pleading for her to understand that he was in honest consequence. Petaled ears flickered backward to catch the aduios of the foal at play. Laughter, the laugh made him smile though he knew he was on serious terms with the mare before him. Though the stallion would make no move to correct the sentences he had uttered, for he wanted her to hear exactly the thoughts he had.
The lines of his pelt where more drawn now upon the muscles, for he felt some anxious tensity at the recollection of what he had said to her, though the gaze did not falter. Yes, he was concerned. Mares without a herd could be easily taken advantage of, not a matter of whether or not their intelligence was high. Some stags where more demon than equine, and also could easily harm the youth that bounded at her side. The draft would never be able to forgive himself if harm came to her, or Creed, for then the blame would be to rest soul on his own, because he had not been marked enough to say what he thought, and make an offer. Even if she declined his offer, which she might just do, it was something for him to know at least he had offered to implore his services. An offer was better than none, even if chosen to decline. He knew this, and he hoped she did as well.
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[/size][/blockquote][/font][/color] Muse: Amazing. :3
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Feb 12, 2011 16:39:47 GMT -5
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Crystal Raven turned her head to look at the stallion, Battle Cry, looking at his facial details carefully. He did not seem to be asking for any wrong reason, but for genuine, concerned reasoning. But she wasn't the type to let one feel obligated into doing something for her. "If you want to. I just don't want any one to feel forced or obligated to done anything for me. But only if you want to."
She said, her eyes on his, all amount of seriousness in her tone. Her eyes then rolled over to Creed and her ears swiveled to hear his laugh that she could see formed on the foals mouth. She smiled again. It was funny how such a small thing could make one smile, even for one as bubbly as her. She then returned her eyes to the stallion. His company would not be bad. It might be good for Creed to have a father figure. And the foal seemed to really like him. She sighed when her eyes fell to the earth, a small smile on her face still.
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