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Post by •Shadow•Sky Song• on Oct 11, 2005 4:59:31 GMT -5
A rhythmic galloping could be heard a couple of miles away, her hoof beats pounded against the earths surface and her golden frame glowed in the sunlight. Elegance and beauty were things that she didnt need to learn for the were a gift given to her from her mother. Lifting her pillars slowly and letting them fall, her touch was light however it may sound. Lifting her dial she let a pure squeal admit from her maw, coming to an abrupt halt beside the water pool she dipped her golden dial into the water and sipped, it was there for a couple of miniutes before she took it out. Lifting her dial once more she looked around, none had yet answered her call. Lifting her golden bodice into the atmosphere she re called for a stag to come claim her, she was not lonely but nor did she have company....
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Post by Stormchaser*|*Thunderstruck on Oct 11, 2005 5:14:22 GMT -5
Azure-toned stag galloped into teh land. His pace was swift, he had never had to worry about being outrun for none was faster. Save the gods, who were as fast as light or so the stories went. Deep orbs had lost their usual glitter, reduced to mere glimmer like a tiny light in a deep pool. Today was calm, with a cloudless sky, but there was that odd anticipation in the air, the calm before a storm. And yet, it was uncertain; lady weather did what she wanted, and storms were as unpredictable as the ones who bore their namesakes. Nares caught a scent he had not known for many years, that of a lone fae seeking a stag. Pace slowed, direction was changed, as she came into view. Deliberate noise was made, as he was often so quiet in his movement that he startled others. Momentum ceased, and a low whinny was emitted, just to tell her someone had come.
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Post by •Shadow•Sky Song• on Oct 11, 2005 5:20:46 GMT -5
Her auds pricked forewards at the answer she had so been awaiting, so she was not the only ones in these lands. Though it seemed she was the only fae for it seemed no tracks but hers had been discovered or made in this land in years. An answer rang from her throat and her golden diel turned towards where the sound had errupted from. Her flint twitched nervously. She knew he was coming but anticipated it. She had not come into contact with another equine in many a year. Another low winny came from her voice box but this was to re-assure herself. Her elegant bodice rippled with excitement. Rearing once more but this was only to see if she could spot the stag. She saw a glint of something coming her way but then the earth called her bodice back towards it. Her golden frame touched lightly and she smiled. Lonelyness would not be something she would know for much longer.....
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Post by Stormchaser*|*Thunderstruck on Oct 11, 2005 6:57:06 GMT -5
He was just a little more visible now, but the shade of the trees kept the tall bronc's frame hidden. The one true curse of his coloring. Motion began once more, as first his crown and arch, then the rest of his mass, was dragged from the shadow's embrace. Deliberate sound wa smade again; a twig snapping, the crunch of a dry leaf. A second low whinny was emitted, for he was behind her, where she wouldn't see him unless he told her he was there.
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