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Post by ciiel on Jun 29, 2008 22:37:53 GMT -5
One...last...drag...land! Finally, my hooves hit land. Not only that, but it was the familiar feeling of sand, not rocks as so many vile beaches I've come across had, beaches that I moved from quickly. Land with rocks! Psh, whoever has heard of such nonsense, and on a beach none the less? I quickly stopped thinking such silly thoughts, no doubt brought on by the dehydration and exhaustion of being at sea for several days, and looked around, really looked around, at where I was at, trying to get my bearing straight. Its not so bad, this place, I thought. Looking up into the night sky, I could see that this was more than likely the North side of the...island? I'm not sure exactly if this is an island or something bigger. In any case, I was so tired, such frivolties barely mattered..and..didn't want to move..yet I did, somehow making it to the front line of trees (palms by the look of them, though it quickly changed it to unrecognizable foliage). Always one to attempt to act with some bit dignity, no matter the situation, I placed my odd grey tinted body slowly and carefully on the ground, curled not so unlike a cat, closed these large to-die-for blue eyes tight, and slept.
ooc: ehhh..my muse fails D: hopefully I get back into the swing of things and get better...until then, please bear with me for a little while longer. oh, and just for a clarification, az'aja isn't so much dark, but is definitely not on the light side of things. where that puts him..Im not exactly sure. I just thought that you might want to know.
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Post by Vel on Jun 29, 2008 22:50:30 GMT -5
Phantom
do you always believe what you see?
Ebony daggers hit the soft, red sand of Spiagga del Nord, or the North Beach in English translation. She looked up to the star spotted sky as the light from the moon made her look like a ghost in the night. Her nares flared as she took in the scent of the sea, her white auds flicked as she listened to the wonderful sound of the sea crasing on the shore. She walked onward as a breeze whipped her moon coloured banners about her neck and legs. She had always liked the sea. She moved on, her chocolate brown optics searched the lonely beach for anything.
Her audots flicked back as she heard a few gulls squaking over a dead fish. She shook her head at them, such greedy, dumb creatures gulls were. As she passed them they glared at her and squaked "Get, you cant' have our fish." She just rolled her optics, sent a kick to the few gulls and sent them scattering like a bunch of deer.
As she moved on she saw the form of an equine ahead. She walked up closer and let out a whinny to this other equine. It was not a friendly whinny, yet not a mean or rude one, just a whinny. Her dark chocolate optics focused on the bodice of the other.
[word count 159]
Curse me; Phantom
Carve me a; Vixen
Colour Me; White
I Am Of The Pureblood; Arabian
Measure Me; 15.2hh
Place Me With The; Dark Ones |
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Post by ciiel on Jun 29, 2008 23:16:10 GMT -5
I shook my head slightly, as if there was still water in my ears. what was it that woke me? I thought I heard...but it couldn't be..I haven't seen...no..impossible. And then, there she stood before me. Granted, the female was not anywhere near "close" but still...another horse! How long it has been since another of his kind graced his company...
Breaking out of my reverie from seeing the other, I quickly stood up, breaking the usual smoothness out of shock at what was before me. To trust or not to trust, to be cold or warm, to stay or to go? She didn't seem to be so bad, but then again you should never judge a book by their cover. Thinking all this through quickly, I decided it would be best to just stay put and not attempt to go closer, though I wouldn't exactly be mean to her either.
Reaching out ever so slightly with that long neck gracefully given to my breed, the arabian of the egyptian sands in a gesture of welcome, but also with caution, making sure to not get too close, I said quietly so as not to spook or give off the wrong impression, "And, so, I have been found?" A light whinny broke out, a laughter of sorts at this hidden joke of mine. See, I once left my old flock but had to be brought back and, well, my welcoming party wasn't so happy to see me still alive after days out. The same words had left me that day as they did today, though that really should be a story for another day.
Pulling in my muzzle, I stood up a bit taller. Its nice not to intimidate at first meet, but I also didn't want to appear, allah forbid, weak to this woman. My dark blue eyes swept back behind me, instinct, making sure I wasn't being cornered in a trap. As I did so, after reassuring myself there was nobody else out there, I couldn't help but notice what the salt water, days of unforgiving sunlight, and now the moonlight did to my pelt colour; the once bland but dark grey was now practically blue! How odd indeed...and the red tints here and there? Where had that come from? It didn't bother me so much, in fact I liked this new colouring, it just was a surprise to see something different on something that, if nothing else, should stay the same. Laughing to myself silently, I turned back to the lady in front of me, waiting for response to all this lovely little beast called me, az'aja, had given to her.
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Post by Vel on Jun 29, 2008 23:36:45 GMT -5
Phantom's moon coloured zeniths pricked at the sound of the other's call. A stag it was. She could smell it. Her orbs looked around to see if he was alone. As far as she could tell, he was. She approached him with caution, ready to fight if that was the nessesary course of action. Her ghostly frame move up a bit. She kept her head level with his. She became more cautious as he got up and stood a bit taller. She raised her fine, white head still level with his own.
As she moved to him momre, she could tell he was the same breed as her. Pureblooded Arabain. She wondered if he felt at home standing on this sand, she did for their fine breed had come from the sands. She figured to give him a chance. She thought she was the only pureblood Arab on this isle, but she thought wrong. She had told herself that if she never found a pureblooded Arabain stag, she would never breed. She wanted to keep pure lines even if this island was away from the humans who usually made sure the lines were kept pure.
She stopped about a meter in fron of him. "Hello. I am Phantom. What is you calling stag?" She asked. Her voice held little emotion to it, for she did not know if he was friend or foe. He vioce was soft but firm, and it carried a strong British accent. She looked to him as she waited for him to answer her question. |
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Post by ciiel on Jun 29, 2008 23:55:51 GMT -5
Well, at least she isn't unfriendly, per se, I thought. She wasn't exactly over-warm either, which, I guess, is to be expected when near another one doesn't know. To be frank, I was slightly shocked at the look of this one; not only was it another of the mighty equus line, but it was one rather closely related to me, another from the desert. How very odd indeed...two shipwreckers come together in a place not so unlike our mother home. This other one, though, she seemed...different. The way she spoke, once she finally did speak, it was so, well, different. I couldn't quite place the accent, never having been many places myself, but it made me have to hang on her every word, practically, to get the meaning of it.
Im not so sure what I think about her walking so close. She looked tense, ready to pounce, a leopardess on the hunt. Well, maybe thats exaggerating a tad, but you get the idea. I was never one to put down a fight, my scarred body and hardened muscles were proof enough of that, yet I didn't particularly feel up to fighting, yet again, with someone I barely knew.
I shifted somewhat uncomfortably at the thought of losing yet another being that barely skated into my life; would she be yet another to play and then try to break me? Or would she go straight for the kill right away? Was I just over-analysing things? Looking her, Phantom, straight in the eye, I took a step closer. If things turned ugly, I at least want to do this with a high head. "Phantom...ha, it well suits you from what I've seen. I am Az'aja, the-" I cut myself off there. No need for titles anymore, az. Stop right there before you say too much and regret it. Nodding slightly to Phantom, I lowered my head, touching my muzzle to her right wither, a common greeting from my last herd, in hopes of staying on her good side, really not wanting to fight this night.
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Post by Vel on Jun 30, 2008 0:16:17 GMT -5
She relaxed just a bit as he began to speak. Of course my name suits me. She thought. It would be a dumb name if I was a bay or a buckskin. Oh Phantom don't think like that you just met him. He mimght be thinking some where along the same lines about you as you just thought about his statement. Ah here he is saying his calling.
He soon spoke his calling. Az'aja. Az'aja was his name. It had to be from the language of the ancestors from Arbia. She liked his name. She realized as he spoke his name ha had said Az'aja the and then he stopped. Az'aja the what? Was he of high power in his old herd? I shall find out sooner or later.
She snapped out of her thoughts as he moved forward and touched his velvety maw to her right wither. She figured it must be his way of greeting. A greeting used by the herd he was from. Where she was from equines would greet each other by nodding slightly, touching muzzles and saying hello to one another. She respected his custom so she did the same. She reached her grey and pink maw out to his right wither.
"Where is it you come from Az'aja?" She was curious as to know where this strong, handsome stag had come from. |
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Post by ciiel on Jun 30, 2008 0:36:31 GMT -5
I was taken by surprise when, after I did so, she touched her maw to my right. Was she copying the custom, as I think, or was she actually from the same lands as me? How rare the occasion to meet one of my kind, let alone from my homelands....no, it must be just a copy of my actions.
This, though, led to another thought; if she was copying what I did, does that mean that she is trying to be comforting? This thought was also backed as she, quite visably, relaxed a bit. Maybe, just perhaps, she wasn't as battle-biting as I thought.
I looked out into the ocean, from where I had come from, as she asked the question. Where do I come from...hmm, where to start with that one? To say that I came from the rich land of Egypt, south of the mighty sea of which none who ventured returned? The sea that took me away from all that I was there, the others trailing me.....look at me, getting lost in my thoughts so! Just answer the stupid question, az.
"I come from far from here, I doubt you've heard of it. It is a land of mighty armies, the finest art, and the worlds oldest and most magnificent civilization, where the sun scorches day after day upon the sands near the river. Egypt. You are one like me, no? So where is it that you, dear, come from?" There. Not too much said. A bit of home pride mixed in, sure, but that is to be expected some, or so I think.
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Post by Vel on Jun 30, 2008 0:50:41 GMT -5
I wonder where he does come from. Perhaps an acient land of our ancestors? Or maybe he is from a smaller less 'Purebred' land. Though I am proud I am of pure Arab blood. He must be so too. All I know he is not from my lands. He has a different accent than I do, so he has to be from a different land. Oh shut up Phantom and listen to him speak or you will never find out a thing about him. She pulled herself out of her thoughts just as he began to speak.
He came from Egypt. She almost nodded with great approval as he spoke of his land. He figured she might have never heard of it. "I have infact heard of Egypt. My mum's father was from there." She almost said the staement to herself. Az then asked her where she came from.
"I am not sure if you would know where my land is, but I shall tell you anyways. I comme from a land called England. Or Great Britian. Or just Britian. Or sometimes the UK which stand for United Kingdom. There are many names for my country." She stopped after that. She did not want to start to ramble. She looked to him once more. She realized that he had blue eyes. She had not caught that feature before. |
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Post by ciiel on Jun 30, 2008 1:09:43 GMT -5
So, she had heard of it? Not exactly from there but with immediate relatives birthed there; close enough for me. The only reason I could think of one being so interested in anothers home territory is if they are either trying to make small talk or are interested in it for alterior motives. Phantom didn't exactly seem one to make small talk, not like this...well, she seems nice enough but I can't help but wonder if she is another of those blood-line crazed fanatics. In any case, she seems to be getting quite used to my presence.
That next part she said, I had to stop myself from laughing out loud at. My was she a talker when she wanted to be! A bit of a smirk crossed my features, but like a flash I was back to being the trained-to-always-look-dignified (and thus emotionless) me. Oh, to be stoic...a hard habit to break, and not one I was sure I wanted to quite give up. In any case, I did need to say something before we just stand here until daybreak staring.
"Father, hm? So at least some of the true lines are in you," and there I was, old training, appealing to her possible pure lined fantasies. "I think..maybe..I believe I've heard of your 'United Kingdom' though I have to admit that I was never allowed to go out much. But, that is all behind us now. Where is it that you stay here?" I did want to know if she was just passing through here, like I did at many of the other places I came across or, with this next question, if she was settled here. "..Are there, by chance, others here?" There, I said the big one. So curse me for wondering about other beings. I hope she wasn't offended by this, Im sure it seemed like, sudden question; I was enjoying my time with her so far. I just wished to know if this was to be the place I was actually going to end up staying at or not.
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Post by Vel on Jun 30, 2008 1:35:10 GMT -5
Stupid. That was just stupid. How could I do that, just keep talking on like that. I would never do that. Why now? Well he did ask where I was from and my homeland does have many names, so I simply told him where I was from.
She usually kept her sentaces short and to the point, and showed little emotion for she did not like others to know what she was feeling. She pulled herself out of her thoughts as he began to speak. "Yes." she said as he said at least some true lines are in you. Of course I have true lines in me. Otherwise I would not be an Arabain I would be a crossbred. He soon asked her where it was she stayed. "I stay in a terra on this island. It is called Terra de Rocas. I am of high position in the herd. The land is about a three day journey from here."
There that was short and to the point. She got across what she wanted to get across. He then asked if there were others on the island. "Yes, there are others on this island. Though they are hard to come across due to the islands vast size." |
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Post by ciiel on Jul 1, 2008 1:18:57 GMT -5
I thought it funny, as she was talking, how she kept changing the way she approached things. At first, it was all the tension of meeting a newcomer, then she seemed to come in a flood, as if I was some long lost brother or something, and now...was this her checking herself or what? Phantom seems so, just, unsure of how to handle this whole thing, meeting me. Honestly, I knew I was slightly unsure of how to handle this mare. She said herself that she was of high rank, but there surely is a difference between being the leader of a pack and the leader's daughter and then others a few notches down but still of importance. I knew, of course, of how important it was to treat various positions at their rank, not above or below, and this little situation made me a bit unsure of things. I'd try to never let it show, never being one to appear weak at any moment, but I really just did not know...
I listened quietly and had to wonder if this really is going to be it? is this really the place for me? I've traveled far, I'm sure, but was this going to be it? I was envious, slightly; The mare before me seemed sure of her place here, as if it was where she was always meant to be. Was it time for me to let go of everything and join Phantom and the others here?
As she got finished talking, I having just barely listened for I had been so caught up in my own thoughts, touched my muzzle once again to her side, though this time not so far down as her withers but closer, her neck. I just needed to know...reassurance, perhaps, as silly as it seems, that this was going to be it. "Sorry," I murmered against her pale neck, so similar in form to my own, sighing a bit. "I'm tired from this whole thing, this journey of mine." So, that wasn't the exact truth, but it was no lie either.
ooc: blehhh. sorry for lack of quality. I really don't know what happened there. I sat all day thinking and just...nothing.
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Post by Vel on Jul 1, 2008 21:57:34 GMT -5
Phantom stood there as she waited for him to say something.
I wonder what he is thinking about. He is most likely figuring out what to do or where to go from here. I know that when I firstm came here, I was pretty unsure of where to go, which is odd of me since I am rarely unsure.
she was pulled out of her thoughts as he touched his muzzle to her neck. She looked at him with her chocolate optics as he said 'sorry'. Usually she would pull away from something like thta, but she figured he needed a "friend". She never considered herself as a friend to any one before. Even if she did, it was just to help them get through something. He then staed he was tired from his journey.
"Would you like to find a plce to rest for the night?" she asked him. ooc// this post was crap. im sooo sorry i just had no muse at all for this reply. next one will be long. i promise |
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Post by ciiel on Jul 1, 2008 22:14:35 GMT -5
I was surprised she didn't pull back or anything when I had touched her; I was expecting to at least have a shrieking at, she certainly seemed the type, but no.
A place to say the night, she had said. The night was close to half through by now, but the gesture remained the same. Does it mean, after adding everything up, that at least I don't annoy her or can I even go so far as to say that I am liked, even if it is only in the friendly sense? It seemed so to me. It was funny...I usually was so guarded around everybody, used to seeing my own flesh and blood turn against me. And yet, here I was, practically cuddling up to this warrior vixen who I had met just a while prior. I guess she hasn't exactly tried to do anything yet that could be considered threatening, so it was "okay" for me to be at least a bit relaxed around her but this, this was abnormal.
"A place to stay would be lovely, dear. Allah knows I deserve it after everything..." I let my words trail off a bit, retreating back to my thoughts about my past, my present, and the hopeful future.
ooc: no worries, darling ^^ just do the best you can and thats all one can expect of you. Notice, this is definitely not my longest or best reply ever either
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Post by Vel on Jul 1, 2008 22:49:41 GMT -5
He said a place to stay would be lovely. "Follow me. I know a place about three minutes from here. It serves as descent cover." She led him off the beach and through a small grass are, illuminated by the moon light. They came upon a patch of trees. "In here. These will serve a good cover." She walked over near the enterance and turned around so she was facing out to the grassy feild. That is where she was sleepin for the night. Well the remainder of the night.
She kept alert even though she was almost asleep. Her audits swivled, listening for danger in the distance. She was always alert and ready to fight. ooc// this is still a crap post |
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Post by ciiel on Jul 1, 2008 23:51:39 GMT -5
Bobbing my refined head slightly, I turned and followed the mare off the beach and into a stand of trees. I noted as I followed where we were going, trying to keep my bearings straight; it would not do to look like a fool in the morning and get turned around. Besides, it was a good thing to keep track of where one was bringing oneself. The better you know your surroundings, the more prepared you are for something, anything, to happen in them.
I followed her in, not saying anything as we entered the grove. I was far too exhausted at the moment to try to put up false faces and didn't want to break the eerie stillness of the trees. Somehow, nothing was moving. No birds were heard from here and even the ocean was muffled some. I took a place slightly behind Phantom, about a half metre off to her left. I never really liked the whole falling asleep thing, honestly. I was used to others, equine and human, watching out for me night and day but I still never got a total sense of security. And so, with one last reach out to Phantom, brushing my lips against her side, I slept for the second time tonight.
ooc: I think my muse must have a head cold today....
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