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Post by FlowerChild© on Aug 24, 2008 23:41:25 GMT -5
The mare moved light footed across the barren grounds. She raised her head listening to the sound of the wind across the earth. There seemed to be no one around but she continued to stay alert. A hill came into view and Flower Child slowed to ease her way down. She had been traveling for quite a bit now and decided it was time to slow it up a bit. Not to mention she was at her destination. But F.C. kept walking on wards. After such a long trip standing still felt uncomfortable. Snorting as dust filled her nostrils F.C. gazed at her surroundings. It was so different from her old home. She hoped all the lands were not like this. If they were life would be difficult. Hardly any food, little water... She shook her head with a snort. What ridiculous thoughts!
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Post by Tempest ♫ on Aug 25, 2008 0:57:23 GMT -5
The stallion appeared disdainful, critically observing the land beneath his tainted hooves. Sand seemed to crumble under the weight of his massive form as he moved at a slow trot. The world suddenly seemed so cruel and unforgiving, the entire place a horrible contrast against the lusher areas not so far away. The heat did little for the massive stag. Muscles rippled under sheets of glimmering black, the deep Friesian blood in him blatantly showing through his large figure and slow gate. Such pride was taken in each movement of the hoof. The stallion himself reeked of self-importance, value that had nothing to back it up. Large serpentine was curled in a graceful dressage-like gesture and each step was a light bounce, knees kicking high into the hot breeze. Tangled black mane bounced to the rhythm against his gleaming neck, his tail raised and catching in his wake, the fringes feet from the ground.
The stallion had come to the decision that he needed company. Someone to dote on him, yes - he was a very fantastical-thinking steed - but also another to convert to, whether they enjoyed it or no. The stag not yet had a land of his own to attend to. He had only been in the area for less then five days. He had dwelt through the corners of the territories, and this, by far, was the worst place that he had come across. Who in the world would ever want to reside here? But besides this little plot of barren dirt, he hadn't found an untouched spot of land where he could stake his claim. If he so wished to do; the stag was rather picky and unconfident in his ability to settle down.
Absentmindedly his body plunged forward into a steady canter, swiftly moving his form up a hill, a dip in the pathetic landscape. Nostrils flared and forelock beating against his crown, the stallion reached the peak of the hill, surveying the land spread out below. Though his eyesight was far from keen, even the stallion could spot the figure of gray, clashing against the backdrop of beige. Suddenly intrigued, his ears swerved forward. A mare? Eager as a stallion like he could ever get, the ebon stag resumed his delicate trot. As he approached the femme, her gender became rather obvious. In spite of himself, an amused smile cast itself across his maw, tail raising and neck stretching upwards in a feeble attempt to put a good impression on this mare.
"What's a pretty little thing like you doing out in a place like this?"
He got no points for originality. But the stallion had reached close enough to the mare to speak, and thus did so with great pride. His tone rang with obvious flirtation, his seduction coyness rather pathetic in this situation. Tempest had pranced to the side, letting his tail unfurl and trail behind him before he slowed to a stop not but five paces from the vix.
Moving quickly over towards the femme had cost him energy. Nostrils were further flared, darker patches downing his body, notably behind his ears, on the creases of his snout, as well as behind his shoulder blades and flank. He seemed to have pushed the heat behind him; there were more pressing matters on hand. His arrogance leaping to his head, the stag proceeding to circle the mare in a curious - yet derogatory - manner. Though he would have been content with any female, he did have to admit that this one did not lack on looks. He had to admire her pretty gray pelt and graceful figure. Not that it made much of a difference to him. His life had been lacking any sort of "love" for many years past, and it could certainly wait many years to come. Black optics directed themselves towards the vixen's eyes rather then her figure, that sly expression still on his maw.
"Pardon me, I see to have forgotten my manners. I am Tempest."
The stag said smoothly, his tail frisking onto his ebony flanks. Ears still forward, his dial dipped downwards in a respective nod. A simple greeting, though she was rather fortunate he gave her one at all. Perhaps since she was, well, the first, he was on his best behavior. Now attempting to appear more friendly, the stallion's giant head tilted to the side, eyeing her with increasing curiosity.
"And you would be?"
He requested in that same tone, his head still c*cked childishly to the side, his tail gently swaying to and from.
[[ status: complete ]] [[ character: tempest ]] [[ player: ren ]] [[ muse: high ]] [[ music: u & ur hand ; p!nk ]] [[ ooc: This shall be fun. ]]
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Post by FlowerChild© on Aug 25, 2008 1:24:48 GMT -5
Flower Child stopped to take in the land, still so deserted. The land cracked and broke under her weight. It must have been forever since water had graced its surface. Hopefully there would be water in the distance. F.C. began to feel the heat get to her. It made standing still more exhausting then moving. She felt pleasured by a Small gust of cool wind. But with it the breeze brought the scent of another. A stag. She reanalyzed her surroundings to see a mighty black stallion approaching her. Whatever he wanted she had a feeling she would find out. As he came closer she put her weight to wards her hinds, feeling power build in them. When he spoke to her she was not in the least flattered. She wasn't here looking for love. She was just wandering through. She eyed him suspiciously. There was no denying he looked more Divine than other stallions she had seen. None were so large or dark pelted. But she kept her focus on his words and not his form. Her soft ears received his name. Tempest. Unique and short. She liked it unlike her own which was long and annoying. But he asked for it and she felt she must give since he gave his own.
Flower Child.
She spoke it with an air of fatigue. Acting as if she was already bored with the situation. Maybe it was the heat or maybe it was the way he circled her. Whatever it was F.C. suddenly wanted to be on her way.
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Post by Tempest ♫ on Aug 25, 2008 2:16:46 GMT -5
He looked at are rather oddly as she announced her name, a "No, really, what is it?" expression befalling his maw. A fraction of a second later he seemed to realize she was serious. The stallion's ears flitted forward in surprise. Flower Child? It was unlike any name that he had ever heard before. Usually the other equines he encountered had such... well, such names not like that. It was oddly pretty; seemed to fit the mare, too. Though it was quite a mouthful. He couldn't go around calling her "Flower Child". By god, by the time he was done saying her name, he'd have forgotten what he wanted. Perhaps she had a nickname? Flower? Child? Those were the two obvious choices, at least.
"I like it. It's... unique."
He meant that in the best way possible, but the very way he went about saying it sounded more like he was giving her his "name-stamp-of-approval", rather then just offering a compliment. He had stopped his vulture-circling and presently stood in front of her, that hint of flirtation still on his face. She had also earned his "body-stamp-of-approval", but the stallion had found mentioning that usually caused others to leave. For some reason. When you were as arrogant as he was, there was no need for social skills. Well, I take that back. The stag did indeed have social skills, but not in the normal way. He was rather sleazy, as I might put it, and had skills in that flirty sort of way. He couldn't relate to anyone or anything, but he had a special talent for "befriending" others.
Abruptly he seemed to realize her exhausted - or annoyed - tone. It was rather difficult to tell which, but the possibility that he was irritating her didn't even seem to pass the stag's mind, so he came to the decision that it was the weather. Tempest's head tossed slowly as the remembrance of the heat returned. But what a perfect conversation starter it made, hm? Thank goodness for "so how's the weather" and such.
"It certainly is hot."
He started awkwardly. But in his mind, everything tied together. Commenting on the weather would give him a wonderful excuse to drag the poor vixen around and meld her into his little herd of one. As if pondering, the stallion paused, breathing heavily in and out through flared nostrils. To add to the effect, his head rolled back, amber eyes looking at the sky. Save for the heat, it wasn't such an awful day. The sky was for the most part completely blue, with clouds dotted here and there.
And then suddenly - lo-and-behold - he seemed to think of an idea. His head slowly moved back to its normal position and that coy expression returned.
"Are you lost? I could show you around... there are cooler places.
[/b]" The stallion remarked slyly, again shamelessly flirting, watching the femme with dancing eyes. He was assuming she didn't know her way around very well; after all, if she did, then why would she be here? Of course, he knew his way around, and yet he was still here. His ears flicked back then forward as he pondered the idea of rejection. If she had an excuse, he would always find some other way to get her to follow him. This was the first mare he'd seen in months; there was no possibility of her slipping through the holes. [[ status: complete ]] [[ character: tempest ]] [[ player: ren ]] [[ muse: high ]] [[ music: savin' me ; nickelback ]] [[ ooc: - ]] [/blockquote][/size][/color]
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Post by FlowerChild© on Aug 25, 2008 2:42:19 GMT -5
She saw the baffled look on his face. It was the same one she had gotten numerous times before. She blamed her mother for all those look. What had the mare been think when she cursed her poor filly with a name such as Flower Child. The only benefit she got from having such a long ridiculous name was that no one else had it. No one ever got confused when they called her name. She raised her crown slightly waiting for him to say something. Hearing him vocalize she simply flicked her tail at the comment on her name. Flower Child turned her head distractedly toward something in the distance but was brought back by more speech. Yes, she agreed it was incredibly and annoyingly hot. F.C. decided this was to root of her annoyance, but why let on to that? Remembering the heat, and the inconvenience it was, she also was reminded of her thirst. The thought of cool liquid water tantalized the senses. In the middle of her dreaming about water she was ripped back to reality by his offer. Cooler places? Something about being alone in any place that could be cooler didn't sound all that appealing. But it was two against one in this fight: Her gut telling her no, and her mind and mouth telling her go.
Cooler places? Such as?
She asked with a bit more interest this time. She didn't mind who took her there, all Flower Child wanted was to get out of the sun. And if that meant following this magnificently large black stag... well she didn't mind the risk.
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Post by Tempest ♫ on Aug 25, 2008 3:01:20 GMT -5
He could obviously sense that he was loosing her interest. That was a rather frustrating thought to the steed; he had never had someone so blatantly ignore him before. If there was one thing the stag hated, it was being ignored. Or shunned. Or just plainly not-be-interested-in. Here he was, actually talking to her and offering to take her to a cooler place - he wasn't quite sure where he was going to go, but whatever - and she chose to be nonchalant about it? Tempest wouldn't allow his offended pride to transfer to a facial expression. There had to be some way to capture her attention. He felt like he was in a battle, and he was losing.
Her sudden interest spurred him on. Ah, so bribery worked with this femme. Realizing he had something - sorta - that she did not gave him newfound confidence. Looking smug, it was the stallion's turn to turn the tables, acting extremely casual and nonchalant in a rather serious situation. His neck lifted, eyes looking off towards the distance then back to her.
"Just the lands surrounding here."
He replied cooly with a smart grin. The steed knew he had her cornered; that faint interest in her tone revealed just a tip of her need for cooler temperatures and water. Tempest also knew that he himself wasn't going to last much longer here in this weather. After all, his coat was darker then her's, and had that wonderful little ability of soaking up the sunlight that beat down upon this particular region. He was slowly becoming aware of the dryness of his throat. He hadn't drunk something in a good while, and the heat on top of this talking was making him parched.
"It's not too far away."
He comforted immediately, in case she had any sort of concerns about that. Now that was a blatant lie. Previously he had been teetering on the edge.. but.. Tempest in fact didn't really know where the cooler portions of the area were. He'd been through them and knew that they were there; he just didn't know their exact direction and how far away they were. But he needn't let her catch on to that. Tempest attempted to radiate confidence; if she knew for a moment that he was unsure, she'd probably refuse to come.
Ears fluttering forward, the stallion offered her a grin before pacing slightly to the side. He had decided by random the direction that these "cooler spots" were located. There was only so far that this desert could go. If they moved in one direction for so long, they were bound to hit something else other then sand. And then - viola! - a cooler spot. He could work through his little net of lies after all. The stallion's tail flicked as he watched her, expecting her to follow.
[[ status: complete ]] [[ character: tempest ]] [[ player: ren ]] [[ muse: high ]] [[ music: all around me ; flyleaf ]] [[ ooc: I'm getting lazy. xD Sorry my posts are shorter. ]]
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Post by FlowerChild© on Aug 25, 2008 3:16:39 GMT -5
For a moment Flower Child was hesitant. Should she really just follow this stallion whom she just met? She knew no more than his name and yet she was willing to allow him to take lead and direct her to some unknown land. She quickly weighed her options:
Stay here and wander this desert land till she found water and a place to rest. Spend an endless unknown amount of time searching on her own. Possibly even suffering from heat stroke if she did not find liquid in time....
Or
Follow Tempest to these so called 'cooler spots'. Follow Tempest, this unknown being. Tempest the flirtatious stag.
The choice was obvious. In her short time pondering she decided to go with the second. Hoping her moment of hesitation hadn't been to noticeable she cautiously took a few steps in the same direction.
{OOC: Ha ha it's Kay. Your posts are still very entertaining and fun to work with.}
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