[ t a n g l e d ].up.in.[[ME]]

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<sup>The wind drug on, not noisily at all, whispering quietly to the dew-tipped grasses that grew sparingly on the cliff, that overlooked the ocean. This very place, it could be called so many things. But the major one for many, or mares anyways, was the cursed place of claiming. Or, the blessed place of claiming. It all depended on the vix's temperment, really, and how they looked at being claimed. For Snow, she simply didn't care. Not one bit. Claimance was one thing, it just showed where she belonged. What she really cared about was being bred by force. That was one thing to get her started up.

Daggers hit the rough ground, a snort heaving from her, twin pools searching the place. Nothing. No one. Of course, that was what you got for coming 'round anywhere at what would be about two in the morning, human time, when the sun wasn't even up yet. But the bruja, well, she simply couldn't sleep. And when you can't sleep, you're stuck awake. Simple logic, really.

So she stood there, banner flicking in the wind that was only barely there, her auds tipped forward, then backwards, swiveling with the sounds of the night. Nah, the horse was pretty much far from skittish. One thing she wasn't was scared, she had always grown up being braver than most of the young colts and fillies of her age. Not that it was either a good or bad thing. But she had.

Snow's orbs switched to look to her left, having thought she heard a crunching sound. And a sound such as what she heard, or thought she heard, could mean one thing. A stag. A place to live. Of course, only if he wouldn't reject her. That tended to happen.</sup>[/color]

[Crow'sia]

the name’s z o a l

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The count was two; accident and murder was not exactly the stallion’s cup of tea, but he found it almost enjoyable nonetheless, as once again this particular fool had made it out on top. Both times it had happened in the fields, from hell to high water, where two strangers had perished one male and one female. Why was her death a necessity, had the foal survived? These questions swiveled in Zoal’s head as a turbulent storm of questions only seemed to build, each speculation an air mass piling on the old. He smiled to himself running over the situation in his head, memory was such a precious thing, it made sure your remembered your lessons. And now, as he continued to forever and pointlessly wander the free lands of a mass territory, Zoal found himself restless, each breath made his stomach tense with anticipation. Alas, if only he had purpose, if only he could settle down.

The world was hidden in the dark this early morning, the sun not yet rising for the new day, and it would not rise for a good time now. Condensation collected on the stallion’s simple brown coat that shimmered now with water but looked rather unhealthy in the light; he had not been eating properly lately, of course who could? Quite blinded without the sun, he continued again to rely on his ears with a sense of hearing that had developed very well over the years. The ground crunched lightly under his feet, and the scent of the ocean burned his nostrils. These were the cliffs. And no one was here.

Walking carefully now, his hooves moved carefully so that he would not step over the edge and fall to his death, much like perhaps the deranged Italus, who jumped on his command and disappeared into the waters below (it really truly happened, harhar). The ocean may have been calmer then during the storm but it certainly wasn’t safe, and he certainly did not desire to test such an idea. However, in this lonely parade, Zoal might have continued to believe he was alone, until he heard a snort and began to smell the air. A female, maybe? And they were relatively close; in fact, it was surprising he hadn’t walked right into her buttocks, seeing as the bulk of her was just to his right.

Perhaps he should say something, a hello maybe, without asking it. Then he wouldn’t seem so disabled. “Out for a bit of a walk then, are we?” he said casually, although his words weren’t sarcastic, the idea ripped at his mind. [/size]

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<sup>Closer to her than she imagined, she felt the presence of yet another. She wondered, however, why anyhorse would decide upon coming 'round these parts as early or late as it was. Besides her, anyways. The vix hadn't a reason not to be there, even if so many had fallen over the edges, only to hit the crashing water with such a force enough to kill on impact. Some had not even fallen, but jumped. That in entirety was crazy, insane, why even think of suicide? 'Twas the most selfish thing ever.

But he was there, and he had spoken to her, so should she not return the favour? Yes, I suppose i am. But what of you? Lyrics were spoken in a gentle tone, one holding no dripping sarcasm, fake nice-ness or lies whatsoever. Unlike many others she knew, Snow knew how to hold a civil conversation without seeming rude or unpleasent in the least. Now, to drop the name bomb? Was she was going to give up her being to him, or he first? The fem made it a habit of being wary as to who she gave out her full name to, and who she gave out the nickname everyhorse and anyhorse was to call her. She decided against letting her tongue go crazy with information for the moment, not even sure who he was.

Banner flickered in the light wind, the colouring and shading of it far from distinguishable. It was black as the night was, so there was no telling what part of the darkness was the vix's tail or the night's atmosphere. Her twin pools searched over the outline of the stallion, a soft snort emitted from her kissers. And all she did was stand there, pawing occasionally at the rough earth beneath her hooves, awaiting something from the stag that found her.</sup>

[Crow'sia]

the name’s z o a l

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So then, now that he’d said something, why was she here? Was she merely walking, merely bored, was she simply plagued by wanderlust? The stallion, for reasons unknown, was curious to know. Yet, when he thought deeper, her being female and all, he concluded that she was probably waiting for day, when a lead might come and scoop her under the blanket of his herd, as that so often did. “The very same,” he said in a rather sing song voice, assuming she must be looking his way and attempting to do the same although it was hard in the dark. He was unsure what to say next, but thought that giving her some space was in order, and side stepped carefully to where he though her head may be. And tripped in a hole.

Zoal’s body heaved forward for only a moment before he gained control and there was nothing but a slight stumble to show for his mishap. He counted it in his list of accomplishments for the day, for how else could he content himself with such a meaningless drawl dictating his life. Listening to her every move, he observed the stranger was quite restless, which was probably why she was wandering about, and at such a time of night, he did not know how to regard her. Too bad his stalker was not here, but perhaps he’d only be jealous of Zoal’s other ‘friends’. “I have itchy feet,” he rambled, “I cannot sleep knowing I could be doing something, the night is such a waste of time. Being dark, you see. Hrm. It’s always odd to ask, to me, but would you share your name? Mine is Zoal, and simply that.”
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<sup>The very same, was it? If he knew deeper why she was there, he wouldn't of said that. But since she hadn't told him the whole truth, there was no way he could know, now was there? He wouldn't be there for a stag to claim him. That could be .. well, would be quite odd. Frankly, she didn't think any stallion not wishing to claim a mare would come near the Cliff. Why she thought so was a response in the making, but she did. And that was that. Though, who knew. Maybe he was there to claim some random vix. Maybe he wasn't. He said he was simply out for a walk, but one never knew when the truth was told. Snow hadn't told the whole truth earlier, and few trusted her after figuring it out. But there was nothing wrong with finding a way to tell what someone wanted to hear, and have it be comepletely honest, was there?

Faintly, she heard a crumble, but she couldn't place exactly what it would have been. The stag, more than likely, but what exactly happened was beyond her. And she didn't really want to ask. He started rambling, things about itchy feet and wasting time. Snow laughed, her tail flicking in amusement, orbs closed for the same reason. It was always funny to watch anyhorse rant and ramble, especially if they normally had a stable mind, and didn't do that often.

And he asked for her name. With a sigh, a gentle one, and nigh inaudible, she answered. Snowdrops on a rose. You call me that and i may have to kick you though, Zoal. Call me Snow. Most do. And she was being truthful. If she ever found where he was in the dead of night, Snow would have to kick him for calling her her cursed full name. Luck was given to those who had the smaller names, like his. Zoal. So simple. Unlike hers.</sup>

[Crow'sia]

the name’s z o a l

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He grinned when she laughed, even though it occurred to him that he was most likely the subject of her laughter, and that she would not see the smile on his face. Laughter was indeed such a fickle thing, and it lightened his spirits, made the stallion feel like he was real even though he were hidden in the darkness, like he existed. For what were you if you did not exist? Apart from dead. Such a thought frightened Zoal above anything else; it crippled him and at the same time empowered him. Already she was responding to him.

Zoal himself began to laugh as she threatened him and nodded complacently, he did not wish to be kicked at all. “Mmm, Snow, I’ll keep that in mind.” Watching her idly, he contemplated where this would be going, what would the do when the sun began to rise? Their conversation was simple, and rather hollow, perhaps she wondered why he was here, apart from merely walking. He decided he’d ask. “So, yea just wanderin’ here? If you don’t mind my prying.”

OOC;; Wow, idea death, wouldn't you say?
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<sup>So he'd keep it in mind. Good. Really, she hadn't wanted to end up kicking him, he seemed nice. But being called by her full name, well, it just ticked her off to no end. Why had her mum thought of that? Her whole family, come to think of it, though, had funny weird three or four worded names. Or at least most of them did. And that was just weird. And how would someone come up with such a name? When did you get snow drops on a rose? And what exactly was a snowdrop? Weren't they, like, snowflakes or something? Not drops? Yes, her name confused her much.

Prying? Nah. Curiousity? Yeah. And she didn't mind much. Looking for a home, more or less. You wouldn't happen to be or know of a lead stag, would you now?</sup>[/color] She asked with a sigh, hoping he would answer her with a positive, rather than a negative. Odd as it may seem, Snow didn't like being alone, and having no herd was starting to get on her nerves. She wanted a place she could go to whenever, and find friends.

Ah. Friends. One thing the vix lacked were friends. Everytime she had gotten close to somehorse, they up and vanished, ditched or dumped her, or they ended up dieing. Quite tragic, no? Story of her life. It was either that or she herself got tired of them from some weird habit or quirk he or she had. She was peeved easy, if you couldn't tell by now.

[ ooc ;; haha. i'll agree x3 ][/sup]

[Crowy]

the name’s z o a l

So she was looking for a territory then? Go figure. Zoal flicked his tail back and forth and contemplation. Well he certainly wasn’t a lead, in fact he hardly even lurked around the herd lands, intelligent enough to know he might be driven out and seen as a threat. Snow seemed to be banking a lot on his knowledge, and for some reason, perhaps the sea was making him light headed, he found he cared. He turned his head to the ocean, his eyes covered by fur although it did not matter, in whatever short time they’d been talking a thin line had broken on the horizon, it had no colour however, it was hardly even pre-glow this early. Nevertheless, the world would eventually come alive; he hoped.

Snow’s question was still bearing into him though and he dug a foot into the ground digging a bit of a hole. “I know of four, I am not among them of course,” Zoal finally replied, thinking over his knowledge of the land. “There’ve been floods lately, they have kind of receded though, but a lot of folks fled into the mountains, which is where I would head if I were looking for anyone. I can take yea if yea likes. ” If they had not yet departed, he reminded himself rather taken aback by his offer. Well, maybe he’d have purpose now.

[Meg]

[occ;;
heeeeeeres johnny! well..more like camisado.]

its a trademark;
call me; .camisado

He wandered hard on foot. Speaking of which, his feet hurt from walking so far. He whined in his head, crying to himself for there was no one else to bother with his pittiful whining. His heavy skull was hung low, the long brown and black mane covering his silver eyes. He stopped once, studying the ground with his sharp eyes, scanning the dirt where two sets of hoofprints were gorged into the ground. One set was bigger then the other, meaning it was a stallion and a mare. Camisado's mind wandered a bit, and he lifted his skull to the air, sniffing for a scent. He thought of his best friend, Zoal. Where was he? Cam thought that they were traveling buddies, but it seems that Zoal left him all the time. Camisado shrugged, he missed the stallion alot, he was a good companion. And he was his best friend. Speaking of Zoal...isn't that his scent? Camisado's skull shot into the air, nares wide as he caught the scent of his best friend ever. An excited whinny left his flutes as he pressed his tired, travel-worn hooves into a fast trot. His skull was raised high along with his silvery banner, and his black stilts snapped as he trotted quickly. Just like a little silvery-brown blob, he weaved in and out of the brambles until he caught sight of his dear friend, his brown tressels flying over his silver eyes again. A soft nicker was pressed to his lips.

Stepping forward, he didn't see the other horse that was with Zoal, which was a mare seeking a home. All Camisado saw was his best friend, and he could have sworn he hadn't seen in ages. "Zoal!" A soft cry left his kissers, that name sliding off his tongue as he paused, and then walked quickly to his buddies side. With a bright smile, and a jerk of his skull in Zoal's (wow that rhymed) direction, he muttered softly, "How have you been my best friend?" His voice was soft, like always. Turning around, he looked at the landscape, and his eyes fell on the mare. Jumping slightly because he hadn't realized another was there, he regained his sudden shaken. He flipped a small grin her way, both of his ears perked in her direction in interest. He hadn't really met any mares in these lands yet, and he wasn't exactly new. Now he wasn't going to stop this chance. Smiling rather boldly, he stepped away from his best buddy, and stood between Zoal and the mare. He flicked his silvery banner over his chocolate and silver rump before lowering his skull in a small manner. "Hello..." He said softly. Not exactly cool. Not what he wanted, he wanted to say something completely awesome that would make he seem so awesome...but alas, "hello" was all he could manage before stepping back and pinning his auds in embaressment. "Uh...mmm...Hi." He stuttered again. By this time his auds were flat on his skull, and he was clicking his hind talons together nervously. That was it. All he could say. What an idiot. A stalker no less.

camisado;;
a surprise attack in the night.

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^{She waited, while he seemed to ponder over his answer. Sure did take him long enough. When he did answer, though, she was only simply satisfied. He wasn't part of a herd, though he did know of them. So he just wandered, then, did he? Around and around without a home, going wherever he pleased? Now that she thought of that, it did sound nice to have complete freedom. But a home, a place to retire to after anything sounded nice. Even if it did happen to be partly underwater. Mm, the mountains then? You'd take me, would you?}[/color] Sounded nice, really. Snow always had a liking for high up places. Heights, they were one thing she pretty much loved. Sounds wonderful, Zoal.[/color]

And another one came. Yet another stag. Woo, Snow was on a roll here. Two guys, the middle of the night and here it was her first time ever being near the cliff. Yaye. He spoke, to Zoal, rather than Snow and she got the feeling he hadn't known she was there. Oh well. She watched him, carefully, nickering a soft laughter when he finally noticed her and ended up jumping. Quite cute, actually.

He spoke, and she laughed lightly, noticing he stood between her and Zoal. She could only smile at this, and once again she had to laugh at him when he stuttered. Poor kid, looked almost .. scared? 'Lo. I'm Snow, you are?[/color] Snow could only take his nervousness as he couldn't talk to her at the moment, so she started out simply asking his name. As Zoal had mentioned earlier, it did always seem odd to ask a name.

[ ooc ;; blehck post >.< ][/sup]

[Crow'sia]

When he’d finished his pondering Zoal stopped digging his foot into the soil and realized he’d made a fairly deep groove. Snow indeed seemed satisfied with his answer, and he nodded as she lacked disappointment. Thank Heavens, he would hate for anyone to be disappointed in him, he might have to eradicate any doubt given such a circumstance. Just as he was about to answer though, another scent made itself present to Zoal, and being quite attentive to such details, he recognized it immediately. It was that stalker.

A feeling with the likeness of butterflies in his stomach jumped into the stallion’s head, he felt giddy with power and memory as he looked back on their last meeting, here of course. Only once since the time he’d trampled the animal on the shoreline during the fires had Zoal been truly free of him in his wanderings, or at least his encounters. It seemed this strange creature would remain a thorn in his side for a long time to come. He turned his attention back to Snow. “Right then, shall we be off?”

Bracing for her (hopefully) quick reply he steadied to leave but his hopes that they would go unnoticed vanished into smoke quickly as the Stalker was already in his face, the soft tone of his voice calling out his name. Best friend? He was delusional; it was painful really. “Or not,” Zoal muttered under his breathe, flicking his head to one side in exasperation. “You again, is it? How can I be your best friend when I don’t even know your name, buddy?” He really needed to leave him alone, he felt so trapped, so pressured, this stranger was driving him mad! He was just so irksome— and evidently, setting his sights on Snow, excellent.

And she was going to reveal his name.

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^{[ ooc ;; posting order! <3 since it’s in the middle of the thread, and Zoal was last poster, i’ll do it starting with him.
Zoal -> Camisado -> Snow -> Zoal & on and on ]}