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[Denali]

[[ok so I'm going to assume that Jazz and Tornado are just a little ways away from each other since Solyss won't reply yet, thus I can't reply with my other char. x.x]]

T.o.r.n.a.d.o

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Ebonite brujo lifted his head when the fae announced herself to him. Herself being ebony beauty, fine hooves ne're seeming to hit the sandy floor. Her sleek tendrils dances upon the breeze, the ocean giving it the pulse and verve of life. Brujo's own tendrils danced as the breeze played with his own lengthy cascading locks. Pinneas pricked as th' ebony fae's silken melody touched his mind. Thick boa arched, and ebonite stag lifted a forelimb, the sinew withing it bulging and stretching in a libidinous fashion. The stag being at the top of his game for any stag. A young, yet ripe age, he had many years to go. Perhaps, this would be a new beginning for him, his mare. Ebony brute dance away a bit, attempting to prick the mare's curiosity of him, and to get her to come closer. It was a beckoning. Brujo halted and glanced back at the femme, asking her what she was to do: remain, and linger, or risk a chance with him, the lustrous friesian stag that he was.[/font]

[mattiegrl]

((lol))

Jaz snorted in confusion as he walked away. She stepped closer yet stopped again, unsure of her next move. Her nostrils were widened as she took in the friesian's scent. Hello? she asked uncertainly. She ventured another step. The wind died down, placing her mane back on her neck and her tail to the ground. Even though her tail sweeps the ground, it never seems to pick up any dirt or twigs. Her whole body seemed as if it was already groomed as well, though it was not. It had never been touched but humans with their brushes and the last time she had been touched by another horse was when she was with her mother, about a year ago. The mare had been wandering around since then.

[Denali]

[[erm..I meant that Tornado and Jazz are a bit off from Lucy and Rhyqueshna. heh.]]

T.o.r.n.a.d.o

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Ebonite brujo hesitated to speak. Though it was clear he understood - the understanding reflected clearly in his eyes.The stag glanced away, thinking of the exploring to be done. With almost eerie grace, the stallion pivoted around, mane whirling, and flapping in response to the action he took. Forelimb stopped the motion as he faced her. Low whicker escaped th' ebonite brujo's layrnx. The handsome stag approached the fae, Sinew within appendages rippling as waves on th' ocean might. Flexing and flowing with his e'ry motion. Auds pricked, facade held expresion..not really expressing anything paticular at all. But his eyes, they made to catch thoes lamps of the fae standing afore him. In them they held a kindness, a curiosity, a warmth, yet at the same time a very dangerous fire. Something dangerous, but something that could also be tamed.
The brujo was close now, close enough that if he really desired to, he could reach out and stroke the fae's elegant boa with his velvet muzzle. But he did not. He stopped. He spoke, not with his vocalizations, but with his body, and most of all his eyes. It was still up to her. [/color][/font]

[mattiegrl]

It occured to the mare that this horse may not have the ability to speak. She studied him closely. He was definately good looking. The muscles may provide protection for her if she decided to stay with him. But how could she stay with one who she does not know the name? She shook her nape and returned her questioning eyes back to the stag before her. She wasn't sure of the closeness between them and she took a step back to where she was comfortable. She wasn't sure on what to do. She couldn't ask his name if he couldn't speak. Right now she fealt like a lost and confused filly.

[Denali NLI]

Ebonite brujo sighed. Thick boa arched more, chin nested against his chest, ridding himself of a pesk. obsidian tendrils whisped and danced around the stud's facade blades. He glanced behind him, knowingly, turning back, he sighed. In a lovely low voice that semed to complete his being he spoke.
"Señorita....me llamo Tornado."
His voice was like the slow beat of a bass line in a waltz, steady and subtle, yet somehow adding a vibrant presence to his being. He turned, and trotted several paces away, andsitting back on his haunches so much that he rump was only a few feeble feet from the ground, he spun. His haunches were so stable, he may as well have been a horse tied to a rock running around it, his long mane giving more to the effect of him actually looking like a mini-tornado. with just what seemed like the lightest touch of his forehooves, he stopped; the previously flying dirt fell to the ground, and he paced up to the fae again. Bobbing his head so that his chin touched his chest he repeated, " Tornado."

Looking curiously at the fae, then his look changed, to one of understanding compassion. He spoke, but it was lilted with a heavy spanish accent.
"Yo (I) no eh...speak language de tús.(of yours) I no good." He winced, he hated speaking english, it was just so unnatural, besides he loved the rich flow of his own language off of his tounge. He shook his head in aggrivation at himself, and started to back away. He stopped, asking her with his eyes if she understood, but almost not wanting her to, just so he could spare himself the bother it would become. probably.

[mattiegrl]

Jaz listened to the stag. Her dark eyes studied him. So he did speak, though in a tongue that was not her own. She knew little French and even less spanish, since her breed was originated in Spain but was born in France. She stood silent for a moment. Tornado. she whispered to herself, trying the name on her tongue. She stepped closer but then stopped. Hola. she said, trying the little spanish in her mouth. She touched her nose to her chest, indicating that she was showing her name. Jasmine Fire she said. Jaz. She pulled her nose away from her pelt and brought it back to it's arched position.

[Denali]

T.o.r.na.d.o

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Ebonite brojo studied the fae, curiosity pricking him, as the single spanish word escaped her lips. Auds pricked as the fae said her name. Jaz He could hear the name in his mind, though hesitated on pronouncing it. He took a sole step torards the fae. "Jaz" It sounded right, but certainly different in his accent, soming from his own mouth. Orejas (ears) flicked back and forth, showing the stag's uncertainty at his pronunciation. (he pronounced it as J-Ah-z, one syllable, but with a long 'a' sound)
Plime flicked in doubt of what was to happen next..Uncertainty rode in his very blood. Peculiar.[/font][/color]

[mattiegrl]

The beau fae watched him for a while. When he spoke her name, she smiled, though said nothing more. Horses not need to communicate in tonge. She did not want to confuse him with words that he is not entirely familiar with. She turned her head a bit as she listed to the birds in the distance and the breeze over the tall whispy grass. She sighed as the same breeze swept over her and the stag, sending their hair to ride with it, although trapped by her body and could not fly away.

[Denali]

T.o.r.n.a.d.o

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I need someone now, inside of this lonely cold world of mine. Someone there, just a friend, a someday lover. Someone who cares; one with no doubts. Here am I, you are still free, how can I not be?

Auds pricked, Thick boa arched, ojos (eyes) asking the question again, will you come?...perhaps at list for a bit? Everyone needs company of others, if not at least just for a short period of time. so the brute paced backwards just a couple of steps, asking again. Maybe she would come, and they would become....well, anything's possible. Ebonite brute felt the random sensation of energy burst through his veins, so brute left the choice to her, on her own. Massive weight of masculine bodice shifted back, and effortlessly he pivoted to kick up his heels a bit along the edge of the shore before once again slowing down to a walk.

Perhaps a chance, but would it last? what would it be, if you got rid of me..?[/color][/font]

[mattiegrl]

Jaz understood the question easily, though she was not entirely sure. She looked off into the northern skies, deep in thought. On one hoof, he might be a dark horse and this was all a lie. Black horses were known to be on the dark side. On the other hoof, she was a black horse too and she was not dark. They could become very close. She looked into his deep dark eyes. Their color showed no coldness. Yes she said to him through her eyes. She wondered if this land was his. She saw no other 'quines patrolling the property. Her front hoof stepped forward, though the rest of her body did not follow. It showed that she trusted him.

[Denali]

(( okay, so I've changed my font with this ol' boy, so if you can't read any of it, let me know and I'll change the font to something better.))

T.o.r.n.a.d.o

Ebonite brujo paused, if only for a second, in ponderment to glance back a last time at the mare. Just in time to catch her movement. Brute gave a small rear, and propelled himself further along the beach, hoping that her small faith in him would believe in him enough that she would follow. His three beat rhythm was subtled by the softness of the sand below his massive bulk. He could feel his own raw power ripple through his veins, and the rush of air to his lungs. The salty tang of the ocean so strong here, on the edge of the land, he could almost feel the many salt particles landing on his tongue; one of those you taste what you smell sensations. Thick locks danced to the rhythm of the brute's fore-hooves, giving him an incredibly majestic, almost godly look about him. Perhaps he was not one who spoke the common language, but he was definitely a looker. One of those stallions who turned the mares eyes with out intentionally putting forth the effort to.[/font]

((umm, we shall move on to another post, yes? you can decide where to post next..I don't really care....uhh..yeah..but I would like to get out of this post and such..with other stoofs going on here and such..>.>...<.<))

[Denali NLI]

((blah blah blah bump?))

[mattiegrl]

((I dunno where else to post. Its not like there is another herd around that is unnoccupied. ))

Jaz followed in a heartbeat. She wasn't going to stand by herself, looking like an idiot. She kept at his flank so that he could lead her. Her long strides and arched neck made her a goddess enough to match him. Any horse passing would assume that they were a couple. She moved closer to his head while still following his movements. The pounding of her hooves against the sand was soft and lost in the roar of the waves. She tossed her head jubiliantly and then put her nose to her chest, colllecting her gate a bit more.

[Denali]

((hmm.... well, they could go to the beach, or to the cliff....or anywhere. else...>.> I'll ponder on it a bit, I suppose...or we could ...<.< discuss any plotness-es we might want to start with these two..or what not.....XD thoes are always fun))

[mattiegrl]

((sure, but I got nothing at the moment. ))