. .& Little dove of washed up memories & . .

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[bg=003366] Have you ever stopped and listened to the ocean, watching as it crashed upon the rocks so endlessly? Beautiful isn't it? Though have you ever really watched it? How it chips away at the rock itself with each wave of a never-ending cycle. In a way, this was how life was to Nikita. The rock representing herself as a personal care giving mind, and the waves represent those who take so much and not give back. Luckily it didn't bother her. It was just at times like these, though peaceful and tranquil they were, memories and thoughts tend to run through her mind and make her really think. She looked over to the NorthEast, remembing as if it were yesterday. She watched herself swimming against the current of the ocean, finally setting hooves to the wet sand. This place she had learned to love was now her home. She was away from any human that would ever wish to capture her or make her their own pet. Then again, the comfort the Native's gave to her gave her peace in mind to an extent. Dark ebony and fading silver mane and whipcord danced within the winds, carrying her sweet scent upon the air. If this land was taken by a herd, there was no doubt they know of her presance. She had been here since sunrise and it was already near mid day. It had been two days since she had run into any equines, so maybe today would be different. How they accepted her or disapproved of her would be up to their choice making. Nostrils flare open to take in a heavy breath, already noticing scents within it. So she wasn't alone? Then there must've been someone nearby or was watching her from afar. Her ears twitched slightly as she side-stepped and turned to look around. Deep from the barrell of her chest she heaved out a whinnie to tell whoever was near that she was near and had no intention of harming anyone or anything. She could only hope they would have the same intent as well..

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[Storeh]

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[bg=#000000] Vaiveahtoish extended the arch of his muscular neck, measuring each taken stride with a look of clouded obstinance upon the leader's collected features. The Elemental had taken to a stroll along the shoreline, something that was becoming of common occurrence in his time spent away from Animus Elegancia. Toned muscles rippled under the thin skin of his translucent coat as the stag moved along the crest of beach, unseen to all. As of late, the Konjou had been advised to seek leisure from his wanderings of finding much-need alliances for the growing threat of war, so despite his deep hatred of leaving the comfortable silence of Animus, the Spirit Lord took to the exploration of island, in order to humor his companion. While it was something of true nature that could be said that Vaiveah had lived upon the Isola Dei Dei all of his live, he had not been one to invest his time in the trivialities that came with striding about unclaimed lands, especially in the season reigning at present. Even through the sun was brightly beating down upon all in the area, he in himself was unaware in the walking of his state. The leader paused for a brief, lingering moment, raising himself to his full degree of height, casting the silver-line oculars out upon the emerald-hued swells, a small sort of wonder, observing as they roiled the tides with a vacancy of expression. Dished nostrils flared upon the instinct of Konjou, catching the familiar scent of the ocean currents, but also the scent of a nearby equine. The long petals of his ears flickered as the delicate cranium turned, residing upon a mare some distance away from his taken post. The regal stance taken tensed a fraction, noting the signs of an Elemental with the expert extent of his eyes. Snorting quietly, the lead allowed himself for watch her silence contemplation of the waves without a sound or the announcing of his own presence nearby. Then, it would seem as if her own trance was momentarily shattered, an almost panicked expression overtaking her features, something of arcane knowledge to the stallion observing. A small whinny exhaled from her form, the audios tempting his ears as they flickered forward. Was he up for a game of conversation? Yes, it might do him a bit of good. With a hinting upon the ability of the unseen, the spirit lord concentrated for a moment, appearing back into the material world as the sun's rays played patterns off his vibrant pelting. Taking upon once more the regal stance characterisitic to the Konjou, a minimal greeting exhale from his audios, the tone almost a soft bugle, for he had not wish to fight, but also knew very little about the wishes of this mare. Observation that lead to strategy was his own thoughtful way.

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[bg=003366] Gentle breeze caressed and weaved through every dark ebony and lightened grey strand of her mane and banner. An elegant dance that held on and capturing each fragrance to be carried in twirling motion through the lesser gravity and to the stallion's nose. It was easy to tell that this mare had no signs of threat upon her well formed features. Audits struck forth before one slowly went back to show the mare had a questioning look towards this brute. Though she didn't judge him, just was rather odd how where she looked once, he was not there. Then she looked again, and there he was. Waves of information sent from her cranium to the rest of her body, muscles now pull taught upon tendon which, in return, moved her skeletal structure forth a few steps. Each step the muscles lightly rippled beneath pelt of rich,dark creamy tan. The sun itself caught the silk-like threads upon her, making her seem to glow with a sort of brilliance. Well curved neck arched lightly as she dipped her slightly curved cranium in greetings to the male that stood before her. "I hope the day fares well for you. I am Nitika, and 'tis a pleasure to meet you." Her voice was soothing, dangerously tranquil to where some have told her she sounded to be more of a mystical spirit than a real horse. Though luckily no foul words ever came from the mare save for when need be. Respect towards others was what she usually gifted so they could see that she was not one to rightly worry about. She had been raised to be gentle, willing, respectful, caring, and loyal towards any she met. /Alas a new equine. Two days of no life and now the day has graced me with one to speak to. Be he friend or foe is his desire, though either way I shall not judge until given reason otherwise./ She thought to herself, her eyes taking in his well built, though stunning form.

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Muse: Incognito
OOC: Sorry it took so long to post
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[bg=#000000] Vaiveahtoish forgathered preeminently the stance he adhered, appearing to ostentatiously heighten the stance righteously restrained. Lissome petaled ear pirouetted to endow uncondensed deliberation, incoperating the words filtered through her maw to avow mind to seek answer. Exhalting the cranium once more as opalescent orbs scintillated across the expanse of pelting, refining the features as picture became clear to thought of the mare before the stallion. Moving the misted eyes to the sea unfolding before them, the concentration was shifted toward the surf, still in holding of vacancy of expression as emerald-hued waves drifted then surged in endless progression. Nostrils flared with almost solemn antic, respiring a breath tinged with the salt of ocean's breath, laced with the aroma of the fea before him. Nikita. 'My greetings to you. I am Vaiveahtoish, and this is a wonderful day for the enjoyment of Spiagga Del Nord, is it not?' The stately subjected equine took this as the soul requisited moment to return abysmal gaze to her own pool, snorting quietly to himself as the smooth tones of his voice filled the surroundings around them, the cool traces lingering without hinting of traceable sentimental expression. This was not to say, however, that Vaiveah was being in any way unsociable, at least in the fairness of his own mind. Though carrying on the truces of conversable exchange of thought was a strength of his, he was not cruel to the manner, regardless of gender or breed. Craning the arch of his neck, it was a restless feeling that settled, like wet blanket, over frame, causing the muscles under surface to tauntly quiver, the sun allowing the everchanging patterns of his markings to contort to new extents. The Konjou remarkably exchanged the current posistion withheld to stiff form, gaze wandering to the sea's swells, resembled carved statuette, motionless in the endeavor to satisfy the churning bathing of unwanted emotion upon himself, eyes locked. Compassion evaded him as now, for it had always slid out of the grasp so eagerly reaching. Never did he pity the fact that companionship was not, in exact terms, longed for my himself. Sought out never, though by chance he befell many. The lead was careful to not spirit himself away, anchoring to the presence of the fea Nikita.

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