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Post by Apology//Azur on Nov 18, 2005 16:41:11 GMT -5
Ebony form catching the rays of the sun and glittering, dial lowered some. Home. Occuli flitting about the place in search of the two doves, Forgotten Promise and Little White Rose, he shook his poll, dislodging stubborn locks. Looking across the lake he smiled slightly, the glistening water always lightened his mood, as did the lush greenery about it. Since being a mere colt he had loved the waters, surrounding himself in their clear coolness as often as possible, and, often being scolded for it. Smirking at the memory his attention returned to the matter at hand. The two ivory angels were yet to appear through the foliage, he felt a worry that they had failed in following but flattened it, if they did not appear soon he could always find them. Snorting softly he continued to search the land for ivory or sounds that may signal the coming of the duo, all senses working as one.
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Post by *BluEyes* on Nov 18, 2005 16:51:57 GMT -5
Snow-capped fae came into viewing, orbs shining as they saught the figurine that was to be her lord. Delicate frame strode to where he was standing, bod quivering in joyous praising of her new abode. Overlooking the glare of the sun and Azure's shining pelt, sparkling water was a breathtakng view for her, all she had ever seen was loneliness and woods. [glow=purple,2,300]"Tis a beautiful thing, it is. A beautiful sight is not one many see, for beauty is only skin deep. At least, some say. If one looks within, beauty can be reached, grasped and held on to for none too long. Beauty, I think, is not a thing to be frequently saught, as the word 'beauty' has been spoken, perhaps too much, by a simple exclamation of joy. Joy and beauty, they are quite different, to me. Joy, happiness has been exposed, but true beauty...."[/glow] Symphony broke, orbs glittering. She finally had said part of what had been held inside her for so long. Maybe it was nonsense, all thoughts she had queried to the world had been reflected and sent back into her soul, forgotten. No, Azur wouldn't want to listen. Nape dropped hastily, orbs half closed as her insides boiled with embarassment.
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Post by Apology//Azur on Nov 18, 2005 17:02:06 GMT -5
He listened harks turning towards her, when she stopped he caught something similar to embarrassment. He frowned and nuzzled her shoulder lightly,
Go on, true beauty..
he urged, her wisdom interested him, it were thoughts such as these which caught Azur's attention, so similar yet so apart from his own ponderings. His occuli flickered with interest that was genuine, muzzle pulling away from her shoulder and paper thins allowing air free slowly. Little White Rose was still on his mind, his occuli scanned for her, she wasn't far behind Forgotten Promise that much he knew. He found himself growing to like the two more and more, they both had unique and admirable qualities which they were expressing more and more, dragging him further in. His demanding manner was lost entirely in their company, a relief in some ways. He waited patiently for Promise to finish what she'd started, he saw no reason why she should be embarrassed by speaking such truths..
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Post by *BluEyes* on Nov 18, 2005 17:19:27 GMT -5
Astonishment grew inside her, orbs shining and wide. Nape rose again, held proudly, high upon the air. Nares flared, and she began, trumpets starting quietly, becoming more enthusiastic as she rambled on, [glow=purple,2,300]"True beauty cannot be exclaimed. It is powerful, can overpower even the strongest of beasts alike. It might be a weakness, none know. But True beauty can be thought about, therefore becoming restless in one's mind and dreams. Unleashed, it then floods the world, spreading quickly through one's population. However, utopian thoughts such as these can never possibly be true. Beauty is naturealistic, glory is the proper word for what many call beauty. You, Azur, are beautiful. Kind, very thoughtful. None too smart for understanding beauty, but beautiful and smart enough to understand one in need. That, Azur, is beauty." [/glow]Vocals answered, dial lowered in respect. Iron extended, her weight shifted to her front pillars, bringing her to a graceful bow. No, Azur wasn't dumb. Beauty was a concept she had thought about her whole, lonely life. As she had been named Forgotten Promise, she had been a promise forgotten by her sire and dam, and had worked to keep herself from insanity, turning her thoughts to Beauty, which she thought she had known, but in reality had never known it until now.
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Post by ..:Little White Rose:.. on Nov 20, 2005 20:33:22 GMT -5
ooc- OMG! I thought that Azur lived in the Saxon place!! I am so sorry I haven't posted The ivory frame had stayed out of sight, her delighted surprise of these new lands had made her stop and take in the splendor. This land was like a safe haven, the blue aqua, perfect in colour, the lush flora that surrounded enchanted her optics. Her now pleasured orbs found Azur's ebon mass, along with Forgotten's ivory frame in the midst of this haven. Delicate radars could identify every note of Forgotten's true song. So far Rose had been given the pleasure of noting trustworthy honesty in the dove. As for Azur....He seemed kind, and rather enraptured by Rose and Forgotten. It was now, after Forgotten's marvelous song, so long and complicated, yet it would make sense to any whom cared to listen, that Rose's Arabic mass joined them. Her flints touched the sod lightly as she danced her way to the other angel's side. It was there she felt secure. Vocals were sent shyly forth, it wold be rude to not express her opinion on such a land. Yes, this land does hold a natural splendor, which relates to true beauty. You are fortunate, Azur, to call such a place home.Her orchestra was scant, she knew this. But what was she to do? After the ivory ess, Forgoten's, explanation, there was nothing Rose could say that could compare.
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Post by *BluEyes* on Nov 20, 2005 21:14:56 GMT -5
Smile came upon the dove's ashen kissers as they reached for the silken pelt of Rose's being. Content sigh came upon her, nape shaking elegantly, sending tassels dancing in the oxygen. Iron scraped at the lush greens before her, covering the lands like an edible blanket. Orbs looked at Azur, his marvelous sunkissed hide, and Rose's almost identical hue as her's. Wandering slightly, they came once more upon the sparkling waters of the lake as she awaited Azur's lyrics.
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Post by Apology//Azur on Nov 21, 2005 12:58:27 GMT -5
Harks absorbed all that descended from Promises maw, mug playing host to a soft smile which remained even as she ceased to speak. Ebony form shifted slightly as the titan considered replying only to have his thought trail cut off abruptly by the entrance of the second Rose. Dial lowered some as the ivory maidens melody reached his auds, raising again to meet her gaze,
That I am. 'Tis pleasant indeed, and yours to wander as you will..
His usual distance was lacking as he conversed, a sense of calm always soothed him on entering these lands, though never consuming entirely for a nagging fear forever remained, Aros or Soleil could take from you all you have. 'Twas simple thoughts such as these which kept the brute firmly on the ground, and, ready and able to defend what was his. A part of Azurs mind never switched off from the peace of the land therefore, should that peace be broken, the czar would know.
Slowly, ebony pillars carried the bulk that was Azur forth towards the waters edge, but a few steps forwards from where Rose currently stood. Low nicker sounded from the stag, aimed at the vixens who both seemed to enjoy the view of the crystal clear substance. Looking across the loam it did indeed look inviting, he snorted, you began to overlook that when you'd occupied a place for a while, even when it was as lovely as the lake and its surroundings, undoubtedly the most favored part of these lands. Crimson and golden flowers littered the greenery randomly, trees standing tall about the lake, forming a light forest. If one was interested greatly in nature the lake would be a dream to observe. Dragging himself from his thoughts, pleasant as they were, Azur lowered his dial slightly, looking on the waters, waiting for speech or movement from a femme.
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Post by ..:Little White Rose:.. on Nov 21, 2005 15:09:59 GMT -5
ooc-will post later. computer just ate my loverly post
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Post by *BluEyes* on Nov 21, 2005 20:17:02 GMT -5
Orbs glittered, perhaps in happiness, or maybe in sadness. The dove knew Rose was keener to the orb, pleasanter to be around, but no jealousy was found within the angel's ivory bodice. Rose's pelt a little more enticing, having a little more sheen than her own. Vocals, which were sweet but harsher than Rose's, did not speak. For if they did, she thought she was sure to choke up, to stutter. She did not speak without reason, and thought there no reason to speak now. Banner flicked at her haunch carelessly, orbs scanning over Rose sadly.
((sry for the stupid post, i got nothing really good in my mind right now, and my muse must have migrated south or something, lol.))
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Post by ..:Little White Rose:.. on Nov 22, 2005 11:13:37 GMT -5
ooc-ok lets hope this one doesnt get eaten!! Rose could sense the gaze of her friend, Forgotten Promise. Rose's paley tinted crown turned to face her, soft, ivory hued expressed her happiness. A slight curve of her tinted lips, the calm twinkle of her dark optics suggested such emotion. And why shoultn't I be? Azur, the kind gent he was, had accecpted her into these spelindid lands. And Forgotten had been most pleasurable to meetRose was tempted to explre the lands, as Azur had suggested. But the mass of ivory would never do ssuch things alone, she was true to the horses' nature, the want of companions always present.
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Post by Apology//Azur on Nov 22, 2005 14:32:22 GMT -5
Onyx brujo remained as a statue, only the rising of his trunk suggesting life. Having grown tired of the waters Azur returned to the nymphs, hock kisser continuing to flick persistently, a downside to any terrain had to be the winged ones who took it as home, and the occupying equine as furniture or food. Pistons ceased their movements, dial raising to its usual height, making the stag seem ever larger. Sinew rippled slightly beneath peltage as Azur watched a lone bird fly overhead, he often chose to pay attention to such things, for if oblivious to what stares you in the face how can you possibly understand what lays beneath?
Snorting softly pools looked over the faes though content they both seemed..distant. Rose as though she wished she could be doing something, Promise as if deep in thought. He would not disrupt that, if they wished his company or anything else for that matter they would soon understand that all they need do is ask, and, the titan would oblige, until then the stags silence would remain.
Scents drifted lazily across the stallions path, most of which he explored thoroughly, the scents of both femmes he imprinted deeply in his mind. Shaking his vision free of some manner of leaf which had lodged itself in his mane attention drifted towards the maids once more, were they content, unsure what to do next, or waiting for something from him? He smirked, he'd only ever dealt with one newcomer at a time.
ooc--> ha! My muse has been missing for weeks..
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Post by *BluEyes* on Nov 22, 2005 19:22:38 GMT -5
((HAHAHAHAHAH, and lovely piccy of Azur! Is it UR masterpiece or sum1 else's?))
Orbs turned to Azur, then to the endless lands covered in emerald vegetation, sparkling blue waters. Thoughts that had been occuring in her dream box vanished, attention snapping to Rose. If she'd like to explore, Promise had thought, I would too. Vocals remained silent, daggers moving towards one of the many paths allowing her, Rose, and if Azur would like to come too, Azur. Tinted shades gazed hopefully at the pair. Perhaps fear or low-esteem had silenced her? The future was one to look forward to, and past was one to forget. Present, well, present might have been most important at the moment, but Promise lifted her dial proudly for what she had been given by her lineage, and took a mischeivious step forwards. How she wanted to go! Pillars trembled as she awaited her aquaintances to follow.
((lol, another stupid post...oh well))
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Post by ..:Little White Rose:.. on Nov 23, 2005 15:18:37 GMT -5
ooc-lol. and I like the new pccy Azur it's bootiful!!! ;D Rose obsevered her only aquanencies here closely, did they show want to explore the seemingly perfect lands of aqua and vegetation as she did? Her bright gaze was lowered to the foliage covered earth as she stepped frowards alongside Forgotten. Rose's dark, clear optics checked swiftly for the common reeasureance of a companion. Her gaze then traveled to the great ebon stained mass. She wold enjoy his arora to come. Quietly she seached for the symphany that would be niether rude nor obtrusive but yet she was slightly desparate to suggest it. Do you think it would be of your pleasure to wander presently Forgotten?Rose wisheed to invite Azur as well, though she could no way to suggest such pleasure. ooc-sorry, I have lost my muse
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Post by *BluEyes* on Nov 26, 2005 20:43:51 GMT -5
Hesitant yet eager symphony arose in the soft breeze of the world, as they replied, [glow=purple,2,300]"Yes, Rose, I would indeed. Perhaps, if the lord would want to also, it would make the familiarity between our new home more....easy."[/glow] Harks swiveled hopefully, tassels strung down her ashen boa. Ivory rested on it's tip, awaiting the response of one of the two figures.
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Post by Apology//Azur on Nov 27, 2005 15:42:31 GMT -5
ooc--> Tisn't my masterpiece I lack the talent and the patience to make decent pics Glad you like though! Ebony caracass shifts some occuli looking over the duo and dial dipping once, "If you wish me to come I will of course oblige" Labrums curled into a soft smirk, tassels failing to remain out of Azur's line of sight and suceeding in irritating him. Snorting softly paper thins quiverred as diverse scents all hurried to greet him, the most obvious of which thopse of the doves and the many flowers occupying the land. Pillars dragged the stag forwards as both femmes seemed eager to be off, a slight nudge being given to the nearest, Rose, his own way of saying 'ready'. Azur would not lead for there was no fun in one who already knew the lands leading about them, for the doves to find their own ways about held greater appeal to him. Harks flicked towards the faes, pillars shifting in the grasses below. Arabic dial was held high atop raven curvature, dark pools watching from beneath the curtain of tresses, watching and waiting for Rose or Promise, or indeed both, to depart.
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