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Post by Shammy' on Mar 23, 2011 19:56:33 GMT -5
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If she had to pick a particular time of night that she liked the best, it would have to be the time that she was experiencing at that very moment. The sky seemed to be at its darkest as only small pinpoints of light from the stars above were appearing and shedding an eerie glow on the rest of the world. The moon had disappeared for a few days as its cycle dropped below the horizon to grace other parts of the world. The noise of crickets had faded away as the night reached its peak when most animals awaited the lightening of the sky to begin their roaming. Most animals definitely did not include the deep grey mare who stepped across the darkened world as if she owned it and the time of day that graced its sprawling landscape.
Indeed, she could tell that this was quite the beautiful valley that would blossom in the sun and warmth of spring but even now, it held a sort of grace that could not be matched anywhere else. The stars were twinkling the ground and making the small pinpoints of dew shine. At that moment, as a matter of fact, she turned her chiseled features skyward and allowed her piercing violet gaze to take in all the extraterrestrial world had to offer her. Names of constellations and nebulae and galaxies ran constantly through her head as she swept her gaze from one horizon to another and back again. She absolutely enjoyed having all of what many called unobtainable knowledge right at her fingertips for her to explore without being baffled by the sheer scale of the world in which their tiny earth resided. As she finally broke her insistent gaze, a deep sigh was heaved through her nostrils and into the chilly night air.
Finally, she broke her still stance and looked about her for some sign of the world being alive. It appeared as if these lands had been desolate for a few hours and they now appeared lifeless in her vibrant eyes. For some reason, this fact made her angry and a sharp dagger pawed at the ashen sands beneath her bodice. Boring of her games, she stepped lightly onto solid ground and made her way toward the trees whose interlacing branches made the harsh rays of sun bearable when daylight lit upon the world. Sliding effortlessly into the grove, she almost completely disappeared within her surroundings. The only things blatantly visible were her star studded hindquarters, left leg, and cheekbones as well as her alabaster tresses. She did not mind this one bit as she took pride in her markings and enjoyed flaunting them a bit.
ooc: sorry for the slightly recycled post =P
muse: decent
for: Ink/open
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Mar 23, 2011 20:38:47 GMT -5
In Noctibus Nigerrimus uncomfortably scurried through the soft jade grasses of the fathomless eventide. The seemingly powder-like stars sprinkled across it slightly lit the blackness, revealing his dim silhouette.
Ink expeditiously stopped, swiftly lifting his large, sculpted head into the night. He looked cautiously over the distance over the faint landscape. He quickly turned his orbs to see the eerie figuration of a dark mare, he silver star-like markings shining brilliantly, contrary to the deep black of the night. Ink silently swished his long tangled tail. He licked his lips in thought, pondering upon the very thought, and gingerly contemplating if he should approach the vixen, or if he should stay back.
His curious nature overcame him. Slowly, circumspectly, Ink walked toward the beautiful, angelic fae. He came to a very close distance, " H-hhh-i-hi. " he stammered, completely uncomfortable. He usually was attacked at his old home if he approached feminine equines as such. He hesitated, ready to be struck by her.
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Post by Shammy' on Mar 24, 2011 17:21:20 GMT -5
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Her attention had been diverted almost completely from the world around her as she moved slowly across the thawing ground. In fact, it was rather damp with spring rains and, with each step, her dagger-like hooves dug themselves into the soil and sunk slightly before she pulled them out once more. Surprisingly, this process occurred over and over and yet made no sound in the night as it probably should have. In fact, she had mastered the art of moving stealthily as she had been raised in the dark and these hours were all about not being detected. She did, however, realize her scatterbrained mistake when she head the swift beats of another horse. She snapped her attention back to the present as her violet pools darted about in their sockets, searching for the cause of the sounds as she knew the stallion was out there somewhere.
An impassive look was plastered to her features as she finally settled her gaze upon the painted brute who seemed to be in quite the spat with himself. Now that her eyes had found his silhouette, she could focus on the smaller details revealed under the tiny lights from the stars above. What came next startled her slightly causing her to take a quick step backward. He had come up on her so quickly that she had hardly been able to move in response. None the less, she stood her ground with a slight scowl upon her features as he fought to get out a few words in her direction. Placing a bored look upon her face, she allowed a few words to flow forth. "If you are going to speak, spit out what you have to say as I do not have all night." Others who were clearly not the same breed as she was often tried her patience. "Now, what is it you would like boy? She reminded herself, she had not had contact with any other for quite awhile and this boy would have to do. As long as he spits out what he wants to say. A sly grin flitted across her features for a moment before disappearing as she sent her intense gaze at the stallion before her.
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muse: decent
for: Ink/open
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Mar 24, 2011 20:35:25 GMT -5
<b><i><Center>He hesitantly opened one eye, relaxing his stiff, tense position. He cleared his throat, "I am In Noctibus Nigerrimus." saying his full name in its Latin form, "But I am currently called as 'Ink' ." he said slightly prideful, but slightly uncomfortable in his speech. He stopped speaking, his hard moving orbs quickly looking the vixen over, " I have come to look for a new home, that is, if this place provides shelter for the decent equine. " he said, slightly scrunching his soft pink muzzle. He swished his obsidian tail in slight bother. Ink regally raised his sculpted head, hoping to seem slightly more appealing to this fine, elegantly looking fae.< /span >
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