Think What You Wish- I Am Who I Am

[moka]

Aloka Promise
Think What You Wish....

Chocolate femmora's three-beat slowed to a walk, her zinniths flicked back and forth, not knowing where to listen from, and not sure how she felt, her orbs scaned her surroundings, searching for any sign of life. At the moment there was none, but surely soon someone would come.

Aloka Promise, or Aloka for short, was a high-strung and hyper mare, of just 3 years old, her chocolaty coat and cream mane were that of a Rocky Mountain Horse, though her blood was pure Mustang. How odd. She was birthed into a stable, though her mother had been recently captured off the range, and they both escaped with her Sire to the herd, where her Dam was the lead mare, Aloka in turn would have been cast out by her sire though, as all stallions did for the daughters never stayed with the herd, at least that was the case with her home herd.

Though back to now she stood alone now, he banner flowing behind her in the salty breeze from the ocean, her forlock whipped back to revel a small star in the middle of her forehead. Aloka eligently dipped her dial to the ground below her and nibbled on what vegitation was left, for winter's chill was making it's was into the lands. Aloka didn't mind the cold, she liked dashing about in the snow, kicking it up with her heels then watching the reaction of others when it hit them, for Aloka was what you would call a bit of a troublemaker, and always looked for ways to annoy others, yet she was kind at heart. How can that be? She watched and waited for anny to come over, though just to make sure they knew she was there she flung up her dial to the sky and let loose a loud whinny, then another in case any hadn't been paying attenton, her muzzle forming in a satisfied smile she went back to searching out wat was left of the vegitation at her feet.

...I Am Who I Am.

[lucifer]

.:. F.ruitless are the trees of S.hame, until the S.hade has lifted .:.

Rarely would it be now to part from sight or smell or whisper of the endless heaving waves, they'd seem to have embed themselves into the core of his mind. With quite some time having been spent upon the terrain of the sandy shored, he had yet to come across the Stallion that lay behind the undeniable stench of a leader, and so wander he did, but never to far...he was far from finished with the shores. Not only was the cliff laden with horses that may prove some potential boredom relief, but he gained a high vantage of the beaches and vast sea. In this moment, his mood was neither sour, nor joyous, he was numb, yet absolutely content, and that was enough for him to trod by.

His hooves were well conditioned to rock, and tidied by sand, he rarely struck the stone with a noticeable click of hoof upon rock, a mere thud was what his approach gave sound to, as if her walked upon any other terrain. Angered spray from the waters misted his pelt as he trailed a cliff side, eying the rolling clouds in the distance. Even a short climb upward gave strong evidence of the chilling air, it stung something more within his chest than did the air upon the beach. Nostrils flared to clear the passages of salt collecting upon the damp residue within his nostrils. He gave his head a shake just as he caught whiff of a mare near to where he was.

Auds immediately flicked and dial rose, as did hid water-curled banner. Scent was backed by a strong vocal exertion into the misted air, then came the sight of her within the spectrum of his orbs, a deep earth toned fae was she, young by the looks of her. Sloping shoulder blades moved beneath waves of sinew and veins as his pillars propelled his ghastly frame at an angle to the female. It was an impolite gesture to approach head on, that movement was saved but for acts of aggression, many a young colt had learned the hard ways of equine body language before their vision of a second year. Never much for small talk, or talk in general, but he'd managed before, and was making a futile effort to become more integrated into this lifestyle.

" Strong voice to come from a young mare, shows integrity of the mind. " His facial features were cool and unmoving, orbs deep and questioning, yet confusingly warm in the forefront. He never gave anything of emotion away, it played with the idea of trust.He ever falsely exuded a trustworthy, he never lied between clenched teeth, he was honest to a brutal sense, yet always composed and unreadable. He liked to see how others may decipher how to react, to some, they had shown weakness in fear, and others had seen him as the weak one and so mistakingly tried to take advantage of a false assumption. Perhaps this is where he found some meaning in taking the initiative to give words and approach, for always had there be an incentive, be it calimage or entertainment. [/color]

[moka]

Aloka Promise
Think What You Wish...

Aloka Promise lifted her dial from her search on the ground to the approching equine, the stallion seamed to keep all emotions inside of him, by the looks of his features. Aloka watched him for a few seconds before replying. She had no idea what the stalli had ment when he said it and his face gave nothing away.

I guess it is.

She said simply, she was definetly one for conversation but she wondered hoe the stalli would react, he creamy mane blowing back in a chilled air. Winter was reching it's cold hand out to the world, causeing all vegitation to die, and the world around them to become cold. aloka's dark chaocolate coat stood out angainst the steed's light coloured one, though she had no idea how old he was, he was definetly quite a few years older than her, she could tell that just by looking at him. She didn't really care though, she wanted somthing to amuse her and maybe this stalli would be entertaining, though she had no intention of being cruse, just annoying.

...I Am Who I Am.

[lucifer]

.:. The W.oken light of S.leeping dark yawns and S.pills is rays. .:.

And there it was, the signature of his mingled personality; a crooked smirk twitching at the corners of his pink lips, but it flicked away with the swaying of his ears. Neck lowered to an easy position to aid his relaxed stance, orbs but reaching to the female's own and showing a deep inquisition. A muscle chilled upon the lining of his back and it gave a vigorous twitch to cause friction and heat to calm the tensing sinew. His head bobbed in a quick lived nod at her words and he shook his head to tame the forelock from out of his pool of vision.

Lucifer Cairo if it pleases the mind, abiding unofficially among the shores. Off of his tongue rolled his alias and heartfelt terrain, though not by yet his claimage or challenge. It was no sore thing to fall into a mindset of 'home' when none other had come to tell him otherwise. "An unneeded question, but what might the fae's calling be that so stands before me? And perhaps too,what thoughts have you of permanent situations in terms of roaming?" Last tones, just as the first, were a deep nearly rasped vocal, yet embedded with the chords of his throat lay a thick, distinctive drawl. His words emerged from throat very soft, he rarely spoke up, but held the infliction of tones with subtle emphasis to keep from boring any conversation suitors. Breath escaped in a prolonged exhale as silence drew around him.[/color]

[moka]

ooc: sorry bout the wait. I had no muse. XP

Aloka Promise
Think what You Wish...

Aloka watched as the stalli bobbled his head, her eyes hel an amused look, her zinniths held lazily, though with interest. a small smile playing acrosse her muzzle. She listend to the steed's questions, tossing her creamy mane back into place as the wind changed it's corse. she shifted bordly, gazing around her then looking back at the steed infront of her.

My dubbance is Aloka Promise. Or Aloka for short.

She answered. She liked being called Aloka for when her full name was used it was as if she were in some kind of trouble, thats why her words heldan emphasis on her last sentance. Aloka was hyper at the moment so the trotted in place, to most it would seam like she was dancing but the energy in her eyes held the truth, she needed to let out her energy, but running out on a convorsation, in her book, was a rude thing to do so she stayed continueing to prance in place, her zinniths flicking around, but orbs watching the steed.

... I Am Who I Am

[lucifer]

.:. Like C.rystal in the softened light, and R.azors in the dark .:.

He saw it first ripple through her chocolate pelt as her sinew tensed and released. The air was buzzing with restless energy, and it took him back but a few years when he's run to simply run; sometimes accompanied by rage; but mostly just to let the wind wipe clean his aching lungs, and carry away the thoughts that so tormented his growing mind. Auds pricked as she released her name, and quickly the words along with the image of the mare were etched permanently into a far reach of memory. Multi-colored orbs swept over her and his roman nosed head dipped with a respect toward the mare.

"Aloka, your name with not elude me. It seems this energy of yours is fighting to let go; now with dubbance in mind words are fetched without such ease. Join might I if my energy was not deceiving me; but at will of your spirit the gallop is what it seeks. ' Vocals were quiet as his train of thought began to wander and muffle what was currently taking place. " Go on Aloka, and perhaps we'll cross paths. You know that of which I reside in; not far down the beach we see here, where one may run forever next to the endless stretch of sea." He rocked back to his haunches, but did not set motion to his limbs. Orbs remained on the fae for a few seconds more before they strayed to the ocean, she whispered with an eerie hiss and he flicked his ears to catch the breeze. [/color]

[moka]

ooc: very short post, but i couldn't think of anything.

Aloka Promise
Think What You Wish...

Aloka's muzzled dispplayed a smile. Movment was what her body was craving, and by the looks of the stalli and his words she knew he wouldn't be joining her.

Maybe we will

She voiced after his path crossing talk. As he moitioned that he was moving out Aloka raised herself up in a high rear. Even before her forelegs touched the ground she was off. Like a race-horse out of the starting gate, she thundered over the terrain. Her zinniths pricked her orbs searching. She still didn't have a home, but maybe she would search out the terras for the most sutable place to live.

...I Am Who I Am.