\W/inter Happens...[D)eserts Help

[lucifer]

The air had grown heavy with the chilled expansion of water, it even fled when the hot breath within her nostrils gave heated warning from her cold lungs. The ground beneath her had become hard, refusing to give way beneath her stocky frame, she'd paw angrily at the solid dirt as it hid the grasses within. A firecracker mare admist an increasingly icy world, tell me dear, what is wrong with this picture? It was no hard choice at all as to where to head off, for that lovely heated sun so beckoned to spill in liquid gold over her amber back. And the grinding terrain so fine and soft would cushion every dainty step. Her lungs would rejoice in the stinging warm that they had been evolved to do with her lineage of sand dwelling equines. Ah she'd let the snowbound fools have their frozen ground chilling winds, it was simply not her idea of a decent life to endure the changes of the weather.

Ah, but the desert too can become a cold place, when the golden star sinks low and the wind becomes infuriated. That's just how it is in this terrain, It's nature is as temper mental just as the mare herself, one moment warm and calm, the next unbearably hot and angered, and then completely cold and unforgiving. Only those who are unfit for the conditions do whine over the lack of water, they simply don't know how to find it. The air tells one everything, a tiny infliction in density of water capacity is an indication of an upward obstruction or a pool of water, gathering clouds distant, yet still desert bound are a striking flag to rains, and by that means both food and water. Give one scold to the temper of the desert and you will surely evoke much unlady-like behavior from the smallish horse.

Limber appendages flexed into a light trot, making the strain upon muscle with each sinking stride seem such an ease. She'd wandered near here a few times, and it had not changed. Still barren, very faint equine scent wafting from far directions, so perhaps there were others, but she wouldn't be heart broken if she never ran into any others, she liked the harshness and the quiet...oh the quiet...She stopped with a solid motion, dial tilted up slightly to catch the breezes that swept over her head. Her nose wrinkled as she continued at an easy walk, the lingering scents from before were now evident to be closer than the wind had told her before, ah well, she couldn't bathe in the peace forever, lonely wouldn't be the word for too long without company...but still she was a herd dwelling animal, so for her, instinct always had been pressing against her personality in a battle for control.[/color]

[moka]

Fell
Trust In Me...

Fell gazed at the world around him from his look out point, he could see the high and low areas of the desert which could potentially carry the nutrition a horse would need. He didn't envy the others who had to face the bitter cold of the winter. It really didn't bother him that much but he liked to stay warm when winters cold fingers reached out to the world. Although the nights could get cold, the days were almost always scorching hot, though somtimes they were fine, warm. Days like that were great, the sand wouldn't burn his hooves, and the sun wouldn't scorch his black hide.

Fell scented the breeze, it carried mostly the scent of sage, a bush that grew frequntly throughout the desert. But another scent came to him on the breeze, the scent of another equine. His zinniths swiviling around to catch the sound of another approching, but hearing nothing, his orbs scanning the terrain, he spotted them in the distance. Fell raised himself into a rear and let a pierching neigh escape him muzzle ringing through the desert atmosphere. he came bacl to all fours and picked his way back down from his look out. he picked up a loap and headed out towards the other equine.

When Fell got closer he slowed to a walk, noticing that the one coming towards him was a femmora, he wondered who she was and if she was just wandering through, for so far the onth other equine he had seen around the desert recently was his brother Jinx. He let out a snort and stopped

Who are you? And what brings you to my home today?

He questioned, zinntihs pricked. He moved frward once more when he was certain that the femmora was not going forwards as wel, for the moon was partly covered by the clouds now and it was harder to see. but he couls see the frame of the femmora clearly. He wasn't sure how to feal because the more that lived here the food there was, but the less that were here the onelyer it became. So for now he stood there mucles rippling under his black hide and waiting for the responce of the femmora infront of him.

...I Will Never Lead You Astray.

[lucifer]

The sun loved to play upon the mind of any creature, forming it's heated images to play with nomadic souls. Ah yes, the sun with his temper and quirky amusment...but the moon, now she was a different deal. The softened moon was quiet, giving light enough as needed without barring his jaws with heat, causing the waters to wake and raise upon the shores. She was no more interested in the mind games that her arrogant counterpart does so love. Minuscule amounts of light lathered her copper hide with an eerie sheen, tumbling away as clouds passed overhead. Neck and head bobbed lightly with the easy momentum of her walking pace, though she halted and flung her nariz toward the heavens as the wind spoke to her senses. The her ears pricked before pinning to her skull as the ringing tone of an equine shot through her mind.

It was a heavy scent, laden with testosterone-stallion by that call. With a snort she evicted the stench from her nostrils. And that bugle of his rang irritably in her ears, dial shook as she posed herself into a comfortable stance, hing leg cocked and features took on a soft expression. Her reaction toward the male type was a confusing thing indeed, one moment perhaps she was sickened by a weathered brute, and the next she was a hopeless flirt, but every new meeting called for a guarded mind and she deemed every movement or word to be of suspicion. She was a quirky one, but far deeper than most would ever dare to know.

A brow quirked at the black male's first words, questions they were, and how she disliked the act of questioning, but it seemed to be such a necessary thing for these high and might types nowadays. For a few moments she was silent but for the subtle huff of her breath. She eyed the male, auds flicking slightly before her maw cracked. "Put up a show for the lady why don't we? -pause- Not many here by the looks of it, I do hope that is no indication of your likability" Tassel flicked and her orbs locked mercilessly onto his. "It is a lovely place by the way, a little lacking of decoration, and stingy in its offerings, but better than some snow laden terra no? "[/color] By this time she nearly was but talking to herself, but the silky words were evidently directed at the brute. Her dial gave a lightly tilt before correcting itself and she shifted her weight, still eying the stallion.[/color]
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[moka]

Fell
Trust In Me...

Fell snorted, though it was clear that the femmora caught his interest. His zinniths pricked, his orbs watching her's.

No, not many here, though the heat of the Desert can be unbarible to most. Though surely you wouldn't judge on how one lives.

He voiced, keeping his tone friendly. His personality was almost always changing, sometimes alot, somtimes bearly at all. The moon's glow cascaded down on them both, the clouds had passed over it, now it was easy to see around him. It seamed they were at a high spot on the terrain, the sand shifting under his feet. There was a slight chill to the breeze, though over all the temperature of the desert was still warm, slowly cooling off, though it would just go back to searing hot as soon as the sun rose into the sky. He ignored the femmora's babbling on how the desert looked. But another question crossed his mind.

By the way. My dubbance is Fell. And who is it i'm talking to?

He asked, his head was cocked slightly to the side. His orbs looked away from her stare, to glance around, he had learned to be constantly on alert for anything, for some nights he head heard the disnant howl of a cyoyte, though they weren't very dangrous to a healthy equine, somtimes animales acted strange, against their instincts. Though he really didn't pay much attention to that. He looked back at the femmora, waiting for her reply.

...I Will Never Lead You Astray

[lucifer]

Chocolate eyes traced the soft movement of his auds, straying but seconds from the orbs of his own. Head unmoving, but expression merging away from the guarded cold facade; it now played sport to the sarcastic warmth that, though easy to read, was never in full honesty. She waited until his words had retired from their spill, then let the silence of word sooth her mind before she let loose the thought that bit her tongue.

"Oh, but dear I do not judge by the jest of how one lives, speaks, or looks for the matter. I simply may be quick to let inclining thought spill to tongue.---- As for the heat of such a terrain as this, it isn't that it is unbearable to most, it is that most are too lazy to call upon instinct." Though the corners of her maw twitched with the ghost of a smirk, her expressive features lay only within the eyes, jarring into his once more in a museless search. One ear flicked backward, disturbing the air and causing an unruly fringe of a lock to spill o're an intense orb. With a snort she tossed the hair from its devilish pursuit and let jowl loose once more.

"Fell is it then? You ask with a kindness that many a stalli' has haphazardly ignored. Yes, you ask to whom of which you speak. Whom; I cannot say, for to me it hides even at this moment, but if my name is what you look for, which I can read through the words, then derived from the sky Astrum is what my ears do hear. "[/color]
Shattered ice is what it was, she'd found a sense enough to let her calling fly, for she found no much of a pain to come from this male with but that information. And with that minuscule trust, she alloted this conversation to at the least appease some lacking amusement."Pardon the antics of my tongue if you happen to find offense in this encounter or as in others." [/color] [/font][/color]

[moka]

Fell
Trust In Me...

Fell's muzzle displayed a smile, his orbs still watching hers. His dial bobbing slighty as she spoke, zinniths pricked. Most forgot to call upon instict when they were faced with something new, instead they waited for peril or praise.

Well then Astrum. What is it you seek here?

He was sure he knew the answere to his question. His voice was kind though. It as getting late into the night the moon only just starting to fall. In a while the sun would be rising and the heat of the desert would return. That was what mad eit hard to live here, not just the lack of food and water but the ever changing temperature; Hot in the day and cold in the night. His ziniths caught her words again and Fell smiled.

It was of no offense to me, do not worry.

...I Will Never Lead You Astray.

[lucifer]

I was an age old rival between that of male and female, both held a crucial strength in the aid of survival, while both still had flaws at the other may attempt to fill. Astrum had been very familiar with her share of arrogant young stallions, and she too had put them into place, because that is what she was for, keeping order among the unruly members of a herd. But the whole herd thing began to displease her spirit and so gone was she to leave some foolhardy equines to run themselves over a cliff, and she cared not for them just as much as they cared not for her. She noted the smile drawn upon the black steeds lips, and a brow raised...She didn't trust him, didn't trust many at all, but she wasn't suspicious of him either. So she let it rest on her shoulders at that.

"I seek nothing more than a stable residence in which to cease wandering. In this case these lands perhaps are in some worth to me by ancestry." She shifted again, this time not leaning again to one side to relieve pressure, her limbs were pressing for movement. "Heed you, whether you bid me stay or not I intend not to leave."[/color] She flickered a smirk then eyed him carefully. If this were to be a herd, and it surely would be in growth, she'd be set to come to terms with a past angst of larger groups. But there was nothing she couldn't handle, she'd simply let her attitude come along as well.


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[moka]

Fell
Trust In Me...

Fell pawed the earth. His orbs noted on the time of night, he had yet to scout the area for new grazing ares, for that was what he often did in the night hours. It kept him from wondering if the nutrition needed would be around for the next day. Zinnith flicked to catch a sound behind him, but it was only the scuffle of a small lizard. his head slightly to the side he listened to her words, a small smile playing acrosse his muzzle again.

Then you may stay here. Make yourself at home.

He voiced noteing on her seaming discomfort to simply stand there. He tossed his head, his orbs glancing around, he turned at trotted outward, one zinnith listening for her to follow or move out in her own direction. There was yet another member of the group living here. This time the equine wasn't family. Fell snroted and toosed his forelock out of his eyes. He slowed to a stop and glanced over his shoulder, looking back at Astrum to see her next choice of action.

...I Will Never Lead You Astray.

[lucifer]

Her plume flicked outward in habit as he spoke, she offered no reply in word, but only in a nod. Her orbs deepened with concealed thought, though she raised her head a bit when the male took a quick action as a trot. She watched him, and the herd instinct automatically forced her to shift her weight as if ready to take stride. But her only movement was the sway of her frame as she caught her sense and contemplated.

"Is this then considered a herd? If so, we've got some work to do." She smirked and let her gaze roll over the vast; empty; landscape. "Usually takes convincing to recruit members, not every sees sand and sky as their homely haven; but whose to say some sense can't be knocked into the no? "[/color] It was sinking in like to sun to the horizon, this was a new abode to her, though it wouldn't be new forever...she was here until further notice. And as she spoke her appendages had set motion into a slow walk toward the brute; ha, she supposed she was under new command.[/font][/color]

[moka]

Fell
Trust In Me...

Fell watched as Astrum shifted instead of moving. At her words he nearly rolled his eyes but didn't, he turned his body around then following the direction his head was looking; back at the femmora. His muscles rippling under his black hide. Fell was large for a mustang, for he stood at 17 hh, his masive shadow stetched out infront of him from the glow of the moon. He didn't reply to her talking, instead he smiled, tossed his head and when she advanced toward him, he turned and strided forward, his zinnith listening. He turned his head slightly watching her out fo the corner of his eye.

...I Will Never Lead You Astray

[lucifer]

Silence was a welcome pleasure; soothing the hum within her ears as she eyed the black stallion, brow quirking. She gave a gruntled huff preceding the release of a devilish smile. She'd established something of a loyalty to her new abode and its leader; but never did that mean she'd always take the follower's position. Her orbs carried the same devious gaze that they held upon any other equine, though the male before loomed overhead at his 17 hands compared to her 13.2; she quite liked the deception of her size, having wiped clean the smirks of many foolish colts along the years. A slender forelimb lifted and pawed at the cool sand and her dial tossed, sending creamy locks in all directions. With a snort she curtly nod toward him, and engaged her haunches into a seamless canter, taking easy strides toward the unknown stretches of this terrain so as to map the terra carefully for further use. Dial tilted slightly back to eye him before her gaze sought new horizons. [/color]

[moka]

Fell

Trust In Me...

A small smile played acrosse Fell's muzzle as Astrum shot past him. He picked up a gallop and went after her for a minute, but then veared off to the side. Taking one of his "secret" paths that he'd been using to get around his home. The sand flew up from his thundering hooves, as he dissapeared into the night; which was slowly coming to a close. Soon the desert sun would rise and the heat from it's rays would play down an the ground and the heat, especially for a black stained equine, would beome almost unbarrable. Though instince would fight against that. Fell contnued his run till he ground became rougher; as he got close to his look out for often the landscape of the desert confused som and got them lost. Fell was taking no chances. He three-beated his way up his look-out. Throwing his build up in the air he stoped on the edge, his hooves slicing through the air. He came back to all fours and stood there, nibbling on a small plant that gew at his feet, his orbs watching the horizon, his zinniths listening.

...I Will Never Lead You Astray