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Post by kathur on Jan 27, 2007 18:30:07 GMT -5
NOTHING MORE THAT I DESPISE;;
It was summer, not very hot at the moment, warm though. Oh, how she hated the summer months. At some points, it was hotter than hell, at others it was rainy, wet.. and, well, depressing. Spring and Autumn were her preffered times of the year, when it was cool and crisp out, not baking hot or freezing cold. But at least it was neither right now.
There was very little wind on the cliff, only a bit to brush at the tip of the grasses, nothing major. Why, it couldn't even be bothered to bring up enough strength to swish her tail more than an inch or so. Even so, the slight movements made her rather uncomfortable, especially since she had worked to find the most comfortable place on the cliff, where there was part shade, part sun and little wind.
Kathur snorted, flicking her tail and pawing impatiently at the ground. What was she waiting for? A home. Simply that, and nothing more. Maybe a friend or two, a mate if she got lucky enough, but she doubted the last bit. She had never been a lucky horse, fate seemed to cursed her since birth. But she made the most out of the cards she held, normally playing them up rather well, even if the prize was only something small. Life was a gift, she was happy to have that much.
Her black and white painted body rippled as she took a step forward, towards the edge of the cliff where the depths of the ocean waited. Oh, how many had met their death at these very cliffs, but still the mares made it the claming grounds. Hard as she tried, she couldn't fathom why, probably tradition, or just that they could be afraid of change. Her head lifted, smelling the salty sea air as the waves crashed against the side of the ground she was standing on. Optics closed as she took it all in, stepping forward, her hooves hitting the loose ground slowly and softly, so she would know if she hit a loose patch. She opened her eyes, and peered over the edge, now rather close to it.
It was breathtaking, the view. But she knew how dangerous it could be as well. Slowly, she backed away from the edge, to the spot where she had started at, and then she let out a small neigh, waiting. Just waiting.
[[ Wee >33 ]]
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Post by Crow'sia on Jan 27, 2007 20:35:30 GMT -5
SUMMER.one Aw, summer. It was music to Zoal’s ears. A perfect summer. No fire, no flood, no trees falling atop stallions, no strange ghosts haunting his sleep. Well, one strange ghost, and angel. An angel he tried to give a crash landing. A liar. He would see her again one day though, he hoped. What fun! Summer. The sun beat down on his back, a strange heat that warmed him when the breeze cooled him, and it made him feel secure and timeless. He had returned to the cliffs again to look over an ocean he could not see, apparently the view from above, from above anything, was amazing, something wondrous, it was sad he could never experience that in the same manner. He could smell it and hear it and appreciate the blur of agitating colour. That was all. But he really did not care. Zoal picked up his pace. It probably was unintelligent to fly across a cliff side that overlooked ocean and rock and in some instances beach. It was actually ludicrous, if the stallion did not know the land so well. It always changed however; he felt his was along, his eyes pointed downward very watchful for the familiar blue haze which could destroy him, where the world ended and horses thought they could fly. Too far and he would fall, distracted he would fall. Zoal always had a plan though, he would jump in the run, and turn, and hope it would be enough to throw his weight in the correct direction, as to avoid the impending death. As sudden as these thoughts came and went though, he stopped. Something caught his attention, something at the back of his mind. There was a mare nearby. Though this was not it. An unusual feeling had possessed him, a peculiar bliss, followed by a sickly emptiness, like this would be the last time he would run in the heat. Zoal shook his shoulders without consent from his conscious. It was like a memory poking him in the cheek, giggling with glee; happiness, that was it. The happiness only weather could bring. How he loathed that feeling. Not to call Zoal a negative fellow, by no means. It was just an awful feeling. He decided then, to find the mare he had earlier noticed, to take his mind off foolish little thoughts and find company. When he came up behind her, she was very close to the edge. The blurry blob of multicoloured female looked like she might be one of those crazies. If he told her to jump would she like the stallion had? “I wouldn’t stand so close, I wouldn’t” he said just as she began to back off from the side. Zoal moved up slowly beside her. “How is the view?”OOC; I usually write as I read posts, and this line ‘It was breathtaking, the view.’, made me pop my eyes in amusement, cause I didn’t read it when I started rambling about the view at the top. XD |
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Post by kathur on Jan 27, 2007 21:50:02 GMT -5
She was startled by his voice and turned around, though slowly as to not move her footing. That could prove dangerous, considering she was on a cliff that overlooked the ocean. ''Oh, yes, I probably shouldn't have. Curiousity, you see.'' She stated, shaking her head a bit and moving her mane from her eyes so she could see more easily who it was she was talking to. A stud, but she could tell that much by the scents in the air, and the tone o fhis voice. ''The view..'' She started softly, turning her gaze back to the ocean. ''Wonderful, beautiful.'' She spoke softly, staring out at the slowly moving waves that lapped against the ground she was standing on. ''Rather dangerous, too, though.'' Her latest remark was quiet, and she turned back to look on him.
''My name's Kathur.'' She told him, a light smile crossing over her muzzle. ''Who might you be? And, why might you be here?'' Two questions in one breath, but they were typical of a first meeting. A name and a reason. She had a reason one wouldn't need to ask, his was probably just as obvious, but she liked to know. She was a nosey horse, even though she hated it. ''I'm here.. well, for a rather obvious reason, you know. I haven't a home. I need one.'' She nodded her head, and breathed in deep the salty air, thwapping her bi coloured tail against her sides, as if she were swatting a fly that just happened to not be there.
''You wouldn't happen to know anywhere I could go, hm?'' She asked, tipping her head slightly in question. Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't. Better luck, he would. But, unless the gods of fate were feeling generous, he wouldn't. Even so, all she would have to do is wait, right? That wasn't horrible. It was nice here, as long as no one pushed her over the edge.. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Crow'sia on Jan 28, 2007 14:15:14 GMT -5
He could hear the sudden change in her breath although she turned in a rather controlled manner towards him and then spoke. Zoal nodded and moved past her to glance of the side, he felt the ground change under his foot and pulled it back quickly, backing away from the edge and turning to walk further from it also. What was that idiot’s name again, the one who had jumped? Well he had no plans to join him. As she continued on he glanced back to her. “Yes, I’d imagine so,” he said rather dryly, surprised at himself. Zoal turned to face her, narrowing is eyes in contempt. Had he really become so terrible at communication?
Introductions! Those would help. A horsie-smile tugged on her face. “Kathur, interesting. Zoal, that’d be mine. Er, hmm, not really here for a reason. Food, maybe. But, it’s not in short supply in the summertime,” he said following her with his eyes as she seemed to be moving again, or maybe that wind was the natural breeze hitting him and he was loosing his touch. Kathur then requested if he knew any place a home might be, he had had this request before, at least once. His memory played games with him. But where to bring her? He could follow the shoreline, what was that beast’s name, Storm? He was supposed to be an all right chap.
Zoal must be crazy, any normal realistic stallion living in the wild would take her for himself, of course, in NSE-land, everything is twisted. So, he decided, as he had in the past, he would suggest some places, and lead her there if she so desired. Or maybe point her in the right direction; it might be stupid to go into some other male’s defended territory. He dipped his muzzle in a bit of acknowledgement. Really, why not just start his own herd? “There’s a few places, I can point yea towards. Actually, if you follow the beach, you’ll come across the Shores eventually. It’s a herd land. Last lead there was, Storm, never met him, may not be so anymore.”
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Post by kathur on Jan 29, 2007 18:39:30 GMT -5
[ . K A T H U R . ]
< 3 can't keep believing
just deceiving ourselves < / 3 She made no move to reply to his first statement, there was nothing she could think of to say - that bit was a dropped conversation. One of those.. two sentence things, or something. A fly landed on her head and she snorted, shook a few times and twitched her ears. Damned things, they couldn't just leave one alone, no, they had to bug you until you felt you could die. At least they weren't swarming, that could be bad. They were actually rather tolerable when they came about in a pair, or less, preferably. The only bad types were the bigger ones, the ones that went and bit. Oh, how those stung. Made you want to just hurt something. But anyways, on with the story - no more flies.
''Thank you. Your's is quite interesting as well, Zoal.'' She was being polite of course, and until formalities were out of the way and she knew this stallion a bit more, she would be just the same, polite, old-fashioned, yada. Her mane fell in her face and she nickered lightly and blew at it, tossing her head and trying to fix it. Another annoyance of hers. Zoal continued speaking and she brought it all in, waiting a second before replying to his statements. ''Food, well, that's a good reason for being here, I suppose.'' Her eyes traced over his body, as she hadn't done so yet, having been brought up as a.. 'proper', and 'conservative' mare. ''Not here for anything to do with, oh, mares? It is the claimings ground, mhm?'' Nothing negative was meant by it, she was simply stating so. But, maybe, he was one of those males brought up like her? Polite, do the right thing, etc.? Chances, though, were against it, and she pushed the thought aside, turning her full attention to his next few statements.
''Oho, shores? I do love the water..'' Kathur trailed off, thinking thoughtfully. ''Are there any other nice places around here?'' She asked, tipping her head slightly as she had before. Shores sounded nice, she did love beaches, the water.. running on the golden, sun-warmed sand.. ''You don't have a herd?'' Kathur asked him, somewhat surprised. The place seemed to be .. oh, desolate? She hadn't seen any other mares, nor studs, around here at all. But, oh well.
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Post by Crow'sia on Jan 29, 2007 21:14:13 GMT -5
When Kathur snorted a memorable, highly recognizable (and annoying) sound began to buzz around his ears. Why, it was a buzzing sound! And he felt the tickling sensation of an insect land upon him, rising off his ear each time it inadvertently shuddered. Eventually the fly landed on his back and he could disregard it. Though, h was not sure if it could, or would bite him, the event to go nutters over an insect would come at that time. Zoal nodded in return, nodding was always easier, unlike her however, he was more likely to be himself, even if he found his personality fluctuated under different circumstances erratically. Hey, most folks’ did.
It was unfortunate that he could not see the movement of her eyes, if he had he’d have figured she was measuring him up, considering her next comment. He snickered, it was almost a giggle, a rare and actually humorous sound from a stallion. “No no, let’s not kid ourselves. If I’d been looking for some mares I’d’ve taken yea by now. I do not run with groups, too much hassle, too much responsibility, even if I could defend a family. I suppose that would answer your question.” Aw, family. That’s what a band would be after all, regardless of blood. Which brought up a hole other problem. Zoal turned his eyes onto hers, not entirely redundantly though. “There were three others, if they exist now too. You’ll find one in the mountains,” he jerked his head in the general direction, “the desert, same general area. There is an island of foreigners; you can see it from the beach. Though I believe the bloodline died, and the stallion who took up after that passed away recently as well. They were all quite old, to my understanding.”
OOC; Ewness trumped. More ew. I didn't think it was too bad.^^
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