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Post by o.0Misty.:.Flame0.o on Jan 25, 2006 21:47:23 GMT -5
a figure was spotted, pelt of pure white, it was a fae of nuetral alliance floating gracefully across the meadow, figure was raised, call of loneliness emerged from vocals as figure landed soflty 'pon th' hearth, there she waits, for you, or for someone other, whether you 'proach 'er in the tall grasses be your call, but if you don't, it be you love lost, she was tall, but not too tall, frame well filled, but not heavy, she was muscular like any horse should be, and had a beauty 'pon her that took many a stag under her spell, she never has had a home for this reason, and knowns none of th' stags callings, and she remembers nothing 'bout th' past, some say she had amnesia, but she just doesn't know, so come join her misty memories... |
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Post by Breeze on Jan 26, 2006 9:34:20 GMT -5
Low whicker was heard, to the stallion's ear. His brown eyes wandered the land for a moment. Studying where the sound came from. He whickered back softly for t'e mare was near. He went into a lig't trot. Eating up t'e ground as he moved toward the mare. All 'round him the forest was silent. His eyes searched the horizon, his gaze soon coming upon a figure toward his right.
The stallion went into a canter, his movment smooth and graceful. His coat was a light grey, steadily turning lighter as he became older. The stallion's long legs carried him swiftly upon the ground, gaining the gap bewtween him and the mare. He was about twenty feet from the dapple grey mare when he started to trot.
His head was arched smoothly and he stopped infront of the mare. His vocals let out a soft sound,
"Lo there. I am Hollywood Heart. Who might you be?"
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Post by o.0Misty.:.Flame0.o on Jan 26, 2006 15:09:58 GMT -5
fae nodded in 'is direction, acknowledging 'is presence, smooth vocals were heard here for the first time, I be Misty Memories, Misty if you please sh' smiled at 'im, catching 'is brown pools for a moment, before letting 'er own azure pools drop to th' soft green sod below 'er daggers, 'er pillars stained lightly with grass stain, nothing that wouldn't come off in a river, she let 'er dial drift downward, and plucked a few strands of green from the earth, before lifting it again and shaking 'er dial, clearing 'er mind of thoughts, all she needed to know was the now, not the when or before, just now, she nickered lightly to 'im, hoping that her small words hadn't discouraged 'im to speek... |
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Post by Breeze on Jan 26, 2006 19:24:13 GMT -5
"That is a beautiful name miss." The brute snorted. His eyes reaching the fae softly. She was so beautiful, he was almost awed by it. Yet, he knew looks could be deceiving. Oh yes, he knew all about that. His hoof pawed the ground softly and flicked his thick, grey tail. Yes, he didn't mind being around others, he likes to be with other horses because he rarely fights with any others.
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Post by o.0Misty.:.Flame0.o on Jan 26, 2006 20:47:42 GMT -5
she nodded, only slightly though wondering what to say she spoke again, Where do you live? her vocals sure, but softer than usual, wondering if she might soon hear his vocals again, tassle flicked against her as she whisped the beastly flies away, orbs looked into the sky, looking at the soft colors of the sunset, she seemed bewildered of it's beauty, as stags had been about herself. |
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Post by Breeze on Jan 27, 2006 14:02:27 GMT -5
"I have no home, not yet at least." Brute looked bent his head slightly and lipped up some frosty grass. His head returned to its full height. His soft eyes looked over the land. It was surely beautiful. Yes, it was. A soft snort came from the stallion, he liked the coldness. It calmed him somehow. Like how a fire burns out.
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Post by o.0Misty.:.Flame0.o on Jan 27, 2006 15:18:27 GMT -5
she smiled slightly, then took a step and nudged him, then her vocals rang out in the cool air, Would you like to go for a walk? She hoped he would say yes, she wanted so badly to get to know him better, that was how all her other stags grew to abandon her, she never got to know them, and she didn't want it to happen again, she wondered if he might be the one that would take her to his home once he got one, or if he would abandon her here and tell her, just as so many other had, Better luck next time, M'Love before they cantered off, the sound of their laughter filling the bleak air, she stomped her hoof as she thought of them, and rising in her, then she looked around, they weren't here, they were gone, and so it be of the past, which only holds dreadful memories, not the future, the happiness in the now... |
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Post by Breeze on Feb 2, 2006 17:17:07 GMT -5
A snort came from the stallion when he was asked to go for a walk. Yet, he did not refuse. "Yes, I would love to." The stallion's ears flicked slightly, sending the last of the early winter flies away. Hollywood's big brown eyes flicked over the lands. It was nice out and he did fancy a walk.
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Post by o.0Misty.:.Flame0.o on Feb 3, 2006 17:20:18 GMT -5
Fae walked a few steps forward, turning to look at th' stag 'fore continuing, wondering where they might go to, tassle whispering lightly in th' wind, threads ruffled as the breeze played played with it, her azure orbs flashed at the light snow that covered th' grounds, sh' smiled, her golden smile seeming to lighten th' early morning sun as the day grew colder and wetter, sh' knew th' strong would survive, the old would not, it was life, though she was strong, she would need reason to move on, and that be why she now resides in this winter wonderland, awaiting a stag, willing to devote 'is love to 'er, might it be Hollywood? Might it be some other? Only time and life may tell... |
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Post by Breeze on Feb 3, 2006 17:26:11 GMT -5
The brute followed the mare. His head bobbing up and down softly as he walked along with her. Keeping with her step for step. She seemed nice and he would enjoy her company. A snort came from him as he walked past her, but only a few paces. He stopped and looked at her. His brown eyes watching her closely. She was beautiful, yet, he knew better than to judge a horse by their looks. This walk would determine if he would allow her into his herd. Possibly letting her be lead.
-Edit: spelling errors-
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Post by o.0Misty.:.Flame0.o on Feb 3, 2006 17:44:08 GMT -5
Sh' turned 'er crown slightly toward th' brute, soft word were spoken to break th' eerie silence that lay 'pon them, So...What would thy like to talk about? she herself knew no answer, though she wanted to know so much more 'bout th' stag at 'er side, why was 'e so silent at times? Why did it seem as though he wanted her when so many had turned her away from the homes she had dreamt of? Might 'e be different from 'em, might 'e care 'bout others, care to love, to cherish, to enjoy life together? she shook 'er threads lightly, moving th' thoughts to th' back o' 'er mind, 'er azure orbs catching glimpse of th' stag as sh' moved forth... |
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Post by Breeze on Apr 1, 2006 0:06:24 GMT -5
"I want to know about your life. Why are looking for a home, you are too beautiful and sweet." Hollywood walked next to the mare silently after he asked the question. The young brute flicked his tail at pesky flies that settled on his flank. He thought about his pass. I had a pretty normal life, I left my herd when I was three years old. Now I am looking for a herd and a lead mare. Maybe you can be my lead if you want," mused Hollywood. He did think MIsty was beautiful. She was nice too. |
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