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Post by C.erise on Aug 20, 2008 22:56:34 GMT -5
Sweat trickled down his flaxen bodice, making his skin quiver. Nevar galloped across the cracked terra, daggers making the earth shake as he went. He shook his blazed dial wildly, his alabaster banner flowing easily back and forth over his neck. The hot summer sun beat down upon his golden back, adding to the sweat which was now starting to trickle slowly down his barrel. The warm liquid felt like flies landing softly on his pelt but irritating him so.
He came to a quick stop, his daggers skidding across the earth, kicking up the dust beneath his hooves. Nares opening wide to let his hot breath escape, he stood silently. He lifted his dial to the sky, looking at the blazing sun above. Its heat seemed to melt him as he stood.
He let out a long, deep neigh to all audits that were listening. He searched for a mare who was tough yet kind, gentle yet forceful. He need the perfect vixen to come along and lead the herd of the snowcapped mountains with him but so far he had found none. His song carried for miles, traveling over the hot, cracked earth and he only hoped a beautiful, perfect vixen would hear. |
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Post by mjvlyrics on Aug 22, 2008 6:59:56 GMT -5
Her sonars suddenly flicked, catching the faint sound of a stallion's cry. She lifted her tiara up from what little grass she had dug up. She had a notion of which direction the call had been sent. Snorting, she broke into a lope to investigate, her daggers striking the shattered land beneath her silver mass. Hardly breaking a sweat, despite the hot weather and the scorching sun. This is the climate she was born in, so she could handle it. She could handle anything! Or at least, that is what she has brought herself to believe...
Reaching her destination, her opticals were set on a handsome golden stud. After snorting she nickered to him, a kind but demanding greeting. "Hello there stallion. I am Broken Promise, but I prefer Promi. What is your name stud?!" She moved gracefully over to him, looking at him broadside. Her orbs danced upon his appearance. He was good looking, there was no denying that. Truthfully, Promise had a weakness for Quarter Horses. (OOC::Just like her puppeteer!) She was impatient for his reply, but waited.
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Post by adiji on Aug 22, 2008 19:36:07 GMT -5
It hurt her to be alone for so long, she needed company, and she felt like she had nothing to live for anymore. She had shamed her parents, she had shamed the herd. It was because of her mistakes that it descended into chaos. The mare had nobody but herself to blame, and that made her hurt even more. It had all been her fault, and there was no way that she could convince herself that she was not to blame. If only she had one what she had to do, choose a mate, then none of these problems would have occurred. Someone would have fought for her, and because of her own foolish mistakes, she had ended up defenseless.
As she wandered, wallowing in her own pity, she heard the call of a stallion. Melody had heard many calls on her travels, but had not had the heart or the energy to reply to them. Was this life of solitude really helping her though, or was it just making things worse? With a sigh, the mare headed towards the call, and as soon as she arrived, she saw another mare. That did not trouble her, maybe the company would do the Arabian good.
Slowly she walked over, not getting too close in case she had walked into danger.
Hello, my name is A Sorrowful Melody...or Melody for short. May I join you? she asked, hoping that they would say yes.
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Post by C.erise on Aug 22, 2008 20:07:03 GMT -5
Nevar gazed at the two vixens. He only hoped that one of them would be the mare he was searching for, the vix who would be ready to lead but gentle at the same time.
Hello, misses. I'm Nevar. And yes, of course you may join us. His tone was friendly but still cautious. The brute was not one to befriend just anyone. Trust was something that Nevar needed in his mate.
Nevar stood in the blazing sun as it beat down upon his flaxen pelt. He flicked his alabaster tail, tanned with dirt from his travels, to rid himself of the pestering flies. He gazed at the two vixens with chocolate orbs that seemed to be melting in the summer heat. He looked over their petite bodices, at least compared to his own, and scanned their orbs with a gentle look in his eyes. Muscles flexed and unflexed under the flaxen coat as he stood, waiting for the mares' replies. |
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Post by adiji on Aug 31, 2008 14:24:44 GMT -5
This stallion seemed friendly enough, that was good, there was nothing worse than a cruel and arrogant stallion to Melody. She hoped that she would be able to get along with these equines, her social skills were not so good, as she had been without practice for so long. Her worst fear was that she would end up pushing them away, and that was the last thing that she wanted to do. Oh how she wished she did not mess things up, but nobody was perfect, and socialising was now one of her weak points. She appeared nervous and scared, no matter how she tried to hide it, which made her more upset.
Oh what will they think of me? I must look so pathetic right now. I am truly awful, weak in every way. I have caused a lot of problems, and in time, I may even end up causing problems for them too.
Her thoughts were not making her feel in better, they just gave her more reason to be depressed. With a sigh, she felt like she should say something now, seeing as the stallion, Nevar, did not mind her joining them.
Thank you kindly, do you have your own land, Nevar? she asked out of curiosity, trying to appear happy.
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Post by C.erise on Sept 1, 2008 15:08:23 GMT -5
Nevar smiled at the vixen. He was not the most 'in-tune' stallion with others' emotions but from the way this mare was smiling and just her stance, made him think she was nervous. He couldn't understand what would be making her nervous, though. Is it me? he thought to himself. Am I scaring her somehow?
As these thoughts turned through his mind, he looked over the mares, trying to be friendly. He didn't want to make the mares scared or uncomfortable but his personality when he first met an equine was not always friendly. Though he wasn't rude, he was not very friendly. He always felt himself putting up a wall when he met new equines, careful not to trust them or give too much information to them before he knew they could be trusted.
Yes, I do. I have recently claimed the Snowcapped Mountains. Do you have a herd you are with? |
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Post by adiji on Sept 1, 2008 16:46:42 GMT -5
The question had to be answered, the mare knew that all too well. She could not stay there and be rude, she could not act like she had never heard the question. Melody was not like that, and she would never be like that. That was not in the mare's nature. She was in the claiming lands, so it was only natural for Nevar to ask if she had a herd. She looked at him, sorrow filling her eyes.
I am not strong enough to be in a herd...I could not protect them...I was too weak... she said, but the last few bits came out mainly to herself. The memories of what happened in her old herd still burned fresh in her mind, almost as if they had happened only yesterday, and it made her want to find someone where quiet and die. She was depressed, hell, the mare had been depressed since the day it had happened. She felt like she would never repent the sins she committed when leading the herd.
Melody almost dreaded what Nevar would say, she was weak, she was worthless, he would not want her, and she knew that.
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