.Her or the Sun

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.-x-. I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun

She stepped through the land, ginger footed and still wet. The tiny fragments of rock shifted beneath her weight, she picked her hooves up before she sank into the ground. A light smile crossed her maw, the land was everything she had thought of when she saw that glimmer of something resting on the horizon. Her long banner whipped around behind her as a rather heavy night breeze spread in from the sea. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly, enjoying the feel of the wind drying her coat out.

It had been many a long hour since her last time on land. So she needed to find her land legs. She had always been a 'land lubber', only crossing waters when needed. This time she just wanted to. She longed to do somthing, out of the ordinary. And that just happened to be it.

Her eyes popped open rather quickly. She blinked at the darkness around her. This was not the island she had just been dreaming about. It was still ocean cliff. Where she had met two peculiar equines, seeing neither since then. And one just happened to have an impression on her, Zoal. He shared some of her aspects. He had liked to pick on the smaller one as well, he seemed a flirt, and he was sarcastic. A wonderful thing to be at times. Something was curious about him though, he was either as scared of snakes as her. Or he got spooked easily in the face of life threatening positions. Well, that's not all that curious. But something was odd about that stallion.

Enough about him though, she brought herself up to stand. Looking out at the sea, she could still see the pinprick that was an island on the sea's edge. A smile cut abruptly across her face as she wheeled around and down the cliff's slope, plunging into the ocean.

Like her dream, she stepped onto the beach, dripping wet. A breeze blew up from behind her, stirring her banner. She smiled and tilted her head back. Yes, this was going to be grand. She just had to find someone who was awake.

I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun .-x-.

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ooc: This is Trinket, was going to make it Ambrose. But, meh. You can only deal with so much of me.

[Meg]

apollos
i still have your taste...

His bones ached and his muscles felt like they were being torn in two as he walked slowly across his beautiful beach. His wounds from the battle were healing, dried blood cacked around them. He winced as he stepped wrong on one of his sore legs and limped to the side. Sighing, he looked up at the moon, the wind tossing his long black mane back. He missed his family. His mother, Oasis; and his father, Windago. Since they died it seemed all life had vanished from this beautiful place. He didn't like how this heaven had been deserted when he became lead, it scared him. He didn't want to be alone. He had already made plans to go to the 'other land' soon to find mares. Let's face this fact, Apollos was scared of being alone. He hated it.

Right now, his only friend seemed to be the crash of the waves and the soft moonlight on his onyx coat. He smiled softly and continued on with his stoll, a small limp in his step. He was getting stronger each day, it seemed that whatever didn't kill him, made him stronger. He nickered softly, wishing he had someone to walk next to him and keep him company. Then, before him in the darkness stood a horse on his lands. His nares flared angrily, thinking it was yet another stallion to challenge him. A deep, thundering bugle rang from his chest as he charged forward, his aching muscles screaming but he plundged across the sand. He drew to a halt before the intruder, his eyes ablaze as he looked over the horse. Nares flared and he caught the scent of a mare. Mare. He relaxed, and his posture becoming at ease. He smiled softly, a whicker pressing out of his kissers. He dipped his crown to her, welcoming her to his isle.

Raising his crown up, he looked her over. She was very pretty; he had never seen another mare apart from the old mares that used to run about here with his father and mother. Reaching out, he touched her mug softly with his. "Welcome to my home. I'm Apollos." He said softly, his eyes overlooking her. The moon shined down on his handsome black stature that was so much like his father's. He flicked his long black banner about his feathered hocks, and tossed his crown; letting the wind catch his mane. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "What brings a pretty creature as yourself here? Dove, aren't you claimed by another?" He didn't mean to refer to her as a dove in a bad way. She was just so pretty. Too pretty to not be claimed. Dove... "Where's my manners? What is your name.. dove?"

...on my lips.

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.-x-. I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun[/color]

The lullaby of the waves caressed her auds gently. The slight smile was still worn on her features as she looked around the scenery and moved a little further up the beach. Away from the sea's mist to allow her coat to dry properly. Another sound came at her from the distance, her lovely cranium turned in its direction. A dark figure wasn't to far off from where she stood. It's voice reached her in a flurry, sounding a bit distressed.

Before she knew it, the figure was charging towards her, spraying sand in every direction. Her audits drew back to her crown, and she drew away slightly from the raging equine. A stallion no doubt. Her honey colored orbs watched as his stance changed, once he figured out she wasn't a challenger no doubt. He looked rather young to be a lead, and rather torn up at that. Having come from a battle in the near past she figured.

She returned his kind greeting, touching her maw to his. It's a pleasure, Apollos. She was rather soft spoken, her words sounding tender. Her bay toned coat glimmered with the lingering drops of sea water, amplified by the gentle moonlight above the pair. She flicked her full banner slightly, sending a few bits of water from it. A mirror of a smile crossed her lips as he called her pretty, and referred to her as a dove. I saw your island from the cliff on the mainland. Thought I would come see what it was like, gentlesir. And I would have to say that I am not currently 'owned' by any stallion.

She put a particular emphasis on the word 'owned', for she didn't like to think of mares, such as herself, to be owned or claimed by a stallion. It just appeared that way, when really...They were basically a misfit family. The name's Trinket. She said finally, dipping her crown slightly.

I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun .-x-.

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ooc: Oh my goodness. Lamest post in a while >.< Don't let it burn your eyes out with its horribleness.