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Post by grace on Mar 10, 2006 20:38:09 GMT -5
Salt water came through the sputtering lips of the semi-small mare. She spat the grit, that she forced out of her throat, into the matching sands by the tide line.
Blinking matted salt from her lashes she took a look around from her lying position. Talons shifted and her bulk slowly arose from the ground. She shook the clinging grains of dirt from her short, thick coat and continued viewing the isle.
Her lungs expanded and she exhaled with an extravagant neigh, calling to one of the leaders of the place.
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Post by phoenix on Mar 13, 2006 20:11:53 GMT -5
Another mare's call touched Wynne's auds, making them flick in attention towards where the sound came from. It was not like any of the others she had heard on the island, making her curious. Her cream banner flicked to her side as her large bodice turned around quickly, like a scared animal. Nostrils flared as she snorted and sniffed the air, making sure that it was not one of the others on the island. It wasn't.
Heavy collumns beat the ground at a fast gait, drumming on the terra loud enough to be heard all around. Her gray form weaved athletically through the trees as she twisted her way to the shore. Kissers parted as she breathed in time with the rhythm and her tassels flew a flag behind her dial. The loud thumps of her daggers grew fainter as they began to collide with the soft golden sands, kicking up the grains and flinging them behind her in some sort of recklace race. For too long she had been the newest on the island, and now she may have some comfort that another had come.
She slowed to a stop at the sight of the mare, and stretched her boa so that her cranium drew a bit closer. Her warm hazel pools were welcoming, though curious and near distrustful. Not speaking once, she took a couple steps towards the fae, leaving behind her prints in the wet sand where her knives had dug in deep from her weight. Wynne was a fair height, standing at 16.2hh, and stood taller than the mare. Though something about the air around her was that of a youngling, or a timid small animal.
A soft nicker escaped parted kissers, asking for a name. Brown orbs met the other mare's, waiting in a patient, yet awkward silence. There were not many horses whose auds she had let absorb her melodies, and a complete stranger wasn't going to be one of them right off the gate. Her banner swished back and forth a time, then fell limp until it almost dragged against the sands. Off-white tassels fell before her optics, though did not break her gaze.
Who is she? And where is my lord, or Aurora. Surely they would have been here by now... A feeling of uneasiness came over her, and the muscles of her pistons twitched slightly. Where were they? She was not suppose to be the welcoming commitee, and she hoped that Windago would not be too upset with her curiousity. Thinking she heard a branch break, the gray dappled mare quickly diverted her attention to the accused source quickly, then focused it again on the new vixen when it was presumed a false alarm.[/color]
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Post by grace on Mar 15, 2006 8:23:20 GMT -5
((lets see what I can do to compare to that  )) Harks tilted forth upon her wood colored crania. Only standing at 15.2hh, she had to look slightly up at the mare whom had just approached. Noting that fact that her whicker meant she was supposed to talk. She did so. The name's Excaliburs Rose. Rose for short. Her vocals cut off afterwards. It's as easy to shut her up as it is to turn a radio off.
She stood there, just looking at the silent mare. Wondering if she was the lead, or just another mare. Standing in the now awkward silence. She waited...((eek, crappy -.-)) |
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Post by phoenix on Mar 15, 2006 21:17:29 GMT -5
||Don't worry 'bout it. As long as you keep trying it doesn't bother me. ^_^||
Wynne's auds twitched at the new mare's lyrics. Excalibur's Rose... She had not met any by such a name that it took up two words. Then again, she wasn't the wisest or most traveled horse on the island. Also, she might have been to her knowledge the youngest on the island, though she was not the smallest.
Cream banner swished once again, and fore knives tapped anxiously on the sands. Where was Windago? It must have been something important, because the gentle giant would not overlook a newcomer to the island, or at least that was her experience thus far. With a snort, and auds standing straight, she listened for a moment for the sound of his gallant rhythm. But, alas, nothing. Nothing but the sound of her own breathing and the great pulse of the foaming waves.
A slight breeze touched her tassels and swirled them around until the wind died, leaving the off-white strands limp against her boa. Nostrils flared as Wynne smelled the air. Perhaps she could chance getting a little closer? The fae seemed to pose no threat. Daggers left more heavy prints in the sands, which were soon swept away by the ebbing of the tide. Dial lifted as she drew closer, revealing her full height. Soon she could almost touch velvets with the new horse, if she stretched far enough.
Again kissers parted and a low nicker whispered through the air, as the gray dappled vix gazed toward the center of the island, still expecting the lord of the land. Only he could accept this mare, there being no lady beside him since she had left her post. She had stepped down for the good of the herd; Wynne was no leader. The wise ebony stallion should be there soon, it was only a matter of time.
Until then, she might as well strike up conversation, or at least have the other femme talk again. Another nicker escaped her as hazel pools gazed into Rose's own, wondering from where she had came; and why she had decided to try to make this island her home? Then again, the answer might as well have been written in the fine grains of sand. This place was a beautiful place to live, though Aurora could be a bit, well... Aurora. But that wasn't that big of a problem, and Wynne actually looked up to the fiery mare.
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Post by grace on Mar 15, 2006 22:22:03 GMT -5
((I try no matter what, sometimes effort isn't enough though )) It was odd that she could understand this mare's unspoken words. Never in her days had she met someone who wouldn't talk. But there was always a chance to discover something or someone new. I come from the deep south. A state called Alabama, as a matter of fact. Just thought this looked like a good place, a mare said there was an island out here so I decided to give it a look-see. Her name escapes me though. Rose said looking at the mute mare. Do you know where the leader may be? Or is that the one you are searching so frantically for? She asked. Slurring her words in that well-known southern way of hers. |
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Post by phoenix on Mar 15, 2006 23:34:09 GMT -5
||Ah, well, practice makes (semi)perfect.  || The gray dappled mare snorted, nodding at the new mare's question. She was looking for the Windago, the lead of this herd, and hoped he would come soon so that she would not be forced to talk to this strange vixen. Wynne never did like talking much, though listening to others talk was sometimes an odd comfort.
Again, she looked over her shoulder toward the foliage of the island, auds yearning to hear the sound of her lord coming in at a four beat. When once again she was disappointed, she shook her crown and boa and gazed at the newcomer again. Still, it was an exciting experience, meeting someone new, even if they did not know her name. Her fore daggers began to tap silently on the sands again, and her banner gave a couple of waves, sweeping up some of the dry loose golden grains as she did so. Her off-white feathers had some of the wet sand sticking to their ends, and with each movement more was flung off them. Cream fringe set before her optics, but did not hinder her calm gaze.
Aurora, Windago, someone; anyone? Another awkward pause settled them into silence. The ebbing tide flowed with gentle swooshing and hissing noises over the sands and every once in a while a breeze would blow through the trees causing a gentle rustling. It reminded Wynne of the time when she was first brought to the island, including the swim through the thick fog and the first climb on shore. It would forever be a beautiful memory inside her head, a magical moment of mystery and wonder. Then again, she had always subconsciously enjoyed change, even if it was scary at first.||Ick... no muse.|| |
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Post by grace on Mar 16, 2006 8:49:59 GMT -5
((can't think of anything to say, so I may wait for Windago or Aurora to show, if they don't I'll post.))
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Post by phoenix on Mar 16, 2006 18:57:05 GMT -5
||A'right.||
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Post by Meg on Mar 27, 2006 12:34:45 GMT -5
((No muse for myself! AHHHHH!!!-bangs head on keyboard-))
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Post by phoenix on Mar 27, 2006 22:05:00 GMT -5
||Aww... poor Meg. *hugs*||
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Post by grace on Mar 27, 2006 22:09:15 GMT -5
((aw. -pets- take your time dearest))
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Post by Meg on Mar 29, 2006 11:26:43 GMT -5
The mightly black steed four beated out of the dark foliage from where Wynne had gazed so upon. His talons kicked out with a kick at each thundering step as he glazed the lands with his mighty talons. They sunk slightly into the golden sands, and left sand flying out behind him in a dust storm. His long curly tassels flew back behind him and snapped in the wind, giving him more of a mighty look.
With a snort he pulled up beside the two. One Wynne, the other a newcomer. He smiled upon her face, it was always nice to see a newcomer when lately the lands had been blessed with few. He stood taller then both of them, but Wynne was a taller then the other mare. He nickered softly to Wynne, knowing her silent nature, but also knowing that she had taken her time to stay by this newcomer when none shown too soon.
Giving Wynne a soft nuzzle on her boa, he thanked her with words she could hear.
"Thank you, Wynne. I was busy speaking with Oasis."
His words were soft. His eyes softened ever more when he spoke of his love's name. Hopefully all will go through between them and the fight will fade away, and they will become one again, he missed her so much. Shaking his dial, he ridded the thoughts, there was a newcomer to sort out!
He eyed the new mare up and down. She was pretty yes, but looks didn't get mares into his herd, no. He had one love and no other. He never gazed upon another, and wasn't like other lead stags, breeding every mare in the herd at once. No. He had but one babe, and that was from his love. He knew knew not if time would bless him another.
She looked strong, and sturdy. But would she be able to handle Aurora, and the others? That was the true test. Yes, Windago will accept you into the herd, but if you leave by choice cause Aurora harrasses you, shows that you were strong enough. The few mares that were here were mares that were strong enough. The island had been blessed with amany mares that came and went as they pleased.
"I'm Windago, stag of this isle. What is thy blessing, minx? And do you wish to join this harem by force, or acceptance?"
Yes, this was an odd way of asking if she wanted to join, but it was all too true. A mare that showed loyalty over force and honor would win a spot in his heart almost instantly.[/sup][/sub]
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Post by grace on Mar 29, 2006 18:46:15 GMT -5
Hark points tipped forth as she listened intently upon the stag's words to the other mare. She pawed at the sands a few times with anxiety. Crown dipped earthward. As the ebon brute spoke his words to her she brought her optics to view him. Nodding once to his lyrics, noting that she understood. Kissers brought forth harmonious lyrics to beseach his auds, I am Excalibur's Rose. It is a pleasure to meet you Windago, I am sure. Call me Rose if you so desire. With a pause she continued. Forcing something upon others is wrong, my kind sir. So acceptance would be best. All depends on you.
((I look so bad compared to y'all XP))
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Post by phoenix on Apr 1, 2006 18:25:28 GMT -5
Wynne finally heard the rhythm of her lord coming, and finally eased. Finally, the awkward silence would be broken and the new mare would be inspected. Her dial turned toward the drumming thunder, and she became more comfortable as the sound drew closer. Then she saw the great leader of the island, his mighty ebony banner flying out behind him regally.
Her crown dipped in loyalty to Windago as he stopped near them, and she nickered in response to his soft melodies. Then she regained her full height and her auds listened closely to his explanation. It was one he did not need to give, she knew he had his reasons for being late. She nodded and backed up a couple of steps so that she was not standing as an equal beside him, but back a little ways. Wynne did not want to appear in any way in power over the island to the new horse, for she was the farthest thing from it. She desired no power, and wanted only to serve those who were in power. It was how she had always been.
Her warm brown orbs were gazing non-stop at the newcomer, waiting for her lord's judgment on the smaller fae. She listened closely and silently to the exchanged words, and tried to read the mare's eyes to see if she could possibly trustworthy. It wasn't that she didn't trust Windago's judgment, it's just she desired a friend that was of her same gender... for the only mare she had met thus far is Aurora, and they did not get along at all. The fiery-tempered mare still hated her... she had known this as soon as she came, though it wasn't till recently she knew why. The reason was one that made no sense to her, yet made perfect sense at the same time. Still... she longed for a friend.
||Wah... I still have writer's block somewhat. *growls*||
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Post by Meg on Apr 1, 2006 23:09:34 GMT -5
[Umm...phoenix, I'm gonna start a thread for you to meet Oasis..Umm..That will be fun]
His harks tipped almost together, forming a upside down v on top of his broad head. He tilted his dial to the side for a moment, judging the way she spoke and moved. She seemed strong, and he smiled softly at her choice of "sir" when it came to acknowledging him. Shaking his coat free of dust and debris, he flipped his aud behind him, listening to the distant rumble of horses further inland on the island. Smiling, he flipped his aud back to the two mares before him. I made him warm inside to hear the thunder of their talons on his kingdom, running free.
He nickered softly, touching Rose's plush softly, breathing the scent of himself into hers. Introducing himself as a friend now, not just a tall, mighty knight of the isle.
"Rose. I will accept you into my harem, but if you go through with Aurora and the other faes, without leaving, you will feel more at home. It is your choice to leave if you find Aurora rude. Also, I will not stand for fighting on my island. Pay attention to all of the others here, they over power you because they have been here longer then you. Sooner or later, you will have someone to rule over."
He spoke softly. Flipping his long, elegant tassels side to side, he gazed off into space. He was tired, it had been a long day for the old knight. One hind talon was propped up in the sand. The wind blew his banner slightly away from his bodice, billowing back. So tired.
[True is, I am exahuasted and I have no muse. And my comp is fixed so you all know.]
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