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Post by falcon on Feb 16, 2007 22:58:40 GMT -5
[The] essence of Being is derived from the state of not [being.]
Birds and other noisy critters that skittered through the undergrowth kept her ears flicking back and forth, her only sign of life. The essentially white fae gazed lazily around, and as soon as comprehension could have come around to her laziness, femme was plagued with a sudden, and almost quite random urge to up and move again. No longer did her once regular anxiety plague her - she was many, many leagues from her birthhome. Optics darting around, somewhat warily, sinew stretched and the flicka's sleek bodice stretched, silken plume flowing out behind her.
Crani' lifted high 'pon blades, nariz flared and scented the lovingly warm breeze into her airsacs. The scent of water came wafting slightly from the south of her current position. Just as long as she could have been seen there, simply standing in the thicket, she was gone. Sinew within haunches bunched and she was off, almost lazily loping through the forest, occasionally, in a spurt of energy weaving through a line of trees. With her long, ground eating lope, it was not but a few minutes before the light melody of the never ending babble of the nearby brook reached her ears. As she came closer to the brook, she slowed, to and almost cautious trot, then a walk. Senses on high alert for anyone of anger for her possible intrudance on them on this fabulous day, but there was no one. Assured no one was going to pounce on her and then eat her for supper, she waded into the brook and somewhat greedily slurped up her fill. Another warm breeze wafted her way, ad her nariz welcomed the onslaught of scents. It wafted around her facade - almost like a loving caress- and moved on to it's still unknown destination. Scents meant nothing, as essence themselves, they were not beings. Though they were signs of beings themselves.
Femora was unsure about any crossings that would come with others of her type, but hey, she didn't want to talk so why should she? Darest anyone to come and attempt to claim her? She knew naught, but she knew that they would have one hell of a time trying. dost one know naught when to halt and walk away.
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Post by Crow'sia on Feb 27, 2007 19:22:33 GMT -5
She was not absolutely disgusted by her current bout of boredom, only slightly, nor her current lack of entertainment. Teheki only missed her brother, her only real friend of the time Ontaria, and without him t amuse her felt a black hole wash upon her body. In the undergrowth she might as well have been in an extremely noisy tomb, laid down and rested her body to the awful song of birds. She delighted herself with the thought momentarily before the forest thickened. Darn. She lowered her head, closed her eyes, and plunged through.
Ouch! But safely to the other side, and slowly moving across her path something large and white, and then faster, and than gone, Teheki grinned and turned to follow it. For the season, it was still quite warm and the wind that caressed against her cheek was one such enjoyable occasion she whinnied with a dim murmur of ecstasy; truly a brilliant day! Immediately as the creek came upon her, reflecting on her dark brown eyes and casting strange light patterns of the gray of her fur the mare found herself looking upon the white mass, a second mare. She did but say nothing for the time and ran giddily towards the water, lowering her head, kicking her feet in it and stirring up the earth. When she took a drink downstream she got a mouthful of awful, disgusting sand, and yet did not mind. Throwing her head back up she did address the other female with looks. Her eyes were curiously wide, her head tilted. It was as if she were human.
“Yo!”
OOC; Hopefully a week isn’t too late a reply! ^^
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Post by falcon on Mar 7, 2007 20:46:59 GMT -5
[Perhaps] what we want most was [only] to be [free]
Blanched fae watched the other fae prance and frolic around her in the stream. Her own name-soul was reflected back to her in the water, and she glanced upon her femminique beauty. Though she was taught and rigid on the inside, she was smooth and unscathed on the outside. Her new era was beginning. the greeting given from the fae was not one of which you would happen upon often...well..never really. Depends on who you talk to.
" 'lo"
Sure. She could play the "talk with as few words as possible" game. She could be quite good at it too. But then, of course there was the fact, that there were times that she didn't even talk at all, merely just sat and listened. Thoes were Ethe most interesting times. some of the darkest too. She did not like to preen on these thoughts, though they still rampaged through her mind often enough. name it not, for those outsiders dare not intrude upon thy thoughts, do they?
Facade, though showed microscopic inquisitiveness, it was hard to see. Curios, yes, I suppose, but dying to gain knowledge..well she'd easily leave the other Fae behind as soon as she would remain and talk. but whatever. you can't exactly dictate those around you, now can you?
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Post by Crow'sia on Mar 7, 2007 21:13:36 GMT -5
So apart from hello, Teheki soon realized she did not have much to say, never really being the talker. This sad realization, hit her in the face like a giant paddle, especially when the pretty little stranger replied, in fact, Teheki actually force herself down into the water, down down down she crashed. It was a bit ridiculous really, but she did not mind, and a spray of liquid flew up as though it had wings. Teheki actually cried out, having landed on a rock. Surely she would be thought mentally disturbed. She gathered herself quickly though, and in haste pulled her feet beneath her belly, lying straight in the shallows of the water. She had noticed how distant the white mare seemed and was eager to remove this awkward observation. Thus she proclaimed loudly, “I’m okay, I’m okay!” shaking droplets from her hair, they refracted off the light, glaring something awful. Pretending Crow actually remembers if there was a time of day, which is now, more, day-ish. The current flowing past her Teheki took a moment to bask in it, but kept her watch on the stranger; very hard to read girl. She tossed her head to gain further attention; hopefully being a little showy would have such success. She shivered. It really was snappy in there. “Just wandering around? You should hop in, it’s actually kind of nice, if yea like freezin’ and all. I don’t mind!” OOC; Not at all. ^^ Kind of muse dead. I try. I’ve done similar things in real life. XD So she’s not entirely unrealistic. |
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