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Post by *BluEyes* on Oct 29, 2005 9:30:29 GMT -5
The white angel came from the clearing in the brush, her silky tassels dancing wildly upon their crest. The untamed vixen saught out another equine, nares flared for a trace of scent. Harks listened intently for a symphony of movement, eagerly awaiting. Only the breeze's tunes whipped across her bod, as her nape rose, dreambox pointed towards the heavens gracefully. Ivory pelt trembled from the cool breeze, stinging her sides in soft pain. Would she be forgotten again, or finally accepted? Orbs cast a final look upon her surroundings. It seemed she was alone, always alone. Smooth crown lowered in defeat, sigh trumpeted through her nares.
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Post by ..:Little White Rose:.. on Oct 31, 2005 15:17:42 GMT -5
The heavenly ess of ivory saw her company. A low welcome was put forth to her. Her vocals softly quavered with uncertainty, this other might be a raven of evil thoughts. But her tune was carried to the other, a soft ochestra. Hello...The rest was stolen by the wind. ooc: sorry this post is so short but I'm not sure if I'm allowed to post yet. The admin hasn't accecpted my stats. (i also have no muse )
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Post by *BluEyes* on Oct 31, 2005 21:48:45 GMT -5
Boa stretched, orbs sullenly searching for the equine that called upon her. Pools saught out the fatale of ivory hide as trumpets echoed throughout the lands her irons stood upon. [glow=purple,2,300]"Hullo, femme. What is it that you seek, spending your time on one such as me?"[/glow] Trembling, her pillars stood lightly, ready to flee if necessary. Confidence was not given to her upon her making, as beauty was. The blessed fae's swiveled quickly, as shadows danced beneath her pedestals.
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Post by ..:Little White Rose:.. on Nov 1, 2005 12:39:37 GMT -5
The femme observed carefully, making sure that this dove of ivory pelt was not one of aggression. The tune seemed soothing, not a painful screech that was a common trait of the darq equines. I seek nothing. What is it you seek fair maiden? Rose replied to the inquiry, not wanting to cause a disturbance of any kind. The ess could feel her muscular flesh tense, in a similar fashion to her opposite, ready to flee at the sign of danger.
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Post by Phantom Mists on Nov 1, 2005 16:34:55 GMT -5
Castrels dialated, as banner swayed towards the untamed femmes. The brujo had no power to claim, only, lost his way, stumbling into the mare feilds, by chance. He was an heir of Aspen Ridge, or, so he was told, unsure of what linage he was born from. He glanced at the mares, then, turning on his haunches, figuring, he was in the wrong tilla.
Banner slashed, as he wondered if the femoras had noticed him by any chance, and were to scold him off..
((srry, i felt like posting somewhere, where there was some action, or at least active members, so, forgive me for being in this state of apathy and boredom...))
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Post by ..:Little White Rose:.. on Nov 1, 2005 22:07:18 GMT -5
Finely built radars located the brujo before he was to be seen. Rose turned her ebonite gaze from the other ivory angel to him. He puzzled her, why does he leave us here? am I that horrible of a dove?. These were the questions that usually ran through her easily broken dream-box. Carbon was exhaled from her darkened nares in obvious disappointment. Why me? Why is it always me?Her inquiry to the other ess was long forgotten by Rose, her attention focused on the dissipating brujo. ooc- ya I understand why you would post here.
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Post by Apology//Azur on Nov 3, 2005 13:43:27 GMT -5
Yet another equine paused on hearing the small gathering. Azur. Well built frame moved t'wards the company as visionaries locked onto them, two doves and a departing brute, delightful. Blowing sharply through his nares to create something of a snort apex was raised slightly higher on serpentine as daggers picked up the pace, dragging the czar every closer. Harks rose from their ebony graves to try and catch words, if any were indeed being spoken and flag o' war hung unused at his rear, for the moment at least. Movements slowed as the gap between him and the others lessened until pistons ceased their movements altogether, daggers remaining in the sod.
With a flick of the dream box a hint of a smile tugged at his labrums, three equine of light pelt, an unusual coincidence, and he with a canvas of raven hue. Aye, he was conscious of the difference in pelt but that was all of little consequence, twas good to have ebony pelt when wishing not to be seen and also good for getting you noticed amongst company such as this, oh, he liked to stand out at times..
He did not speak for he was unsure what position the other brute held, he certainly hadn't seen him before and knew not of his lineage was he a descendant of Toric as Azur was? And if so which lines did he carry? Azur's mind buzzed with questions, most of which he ignored, the threesome intrigued him for it wasn't often gatherings like this formed in claiming lands..
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Post by Phantom Mists on Nov 3, 2005 16:22:38 GMT -5
Apex flicked at the pound of another bruj, as lobes filled there graves. Daggers groped the tilla, as bru turned on his haunches, facing Azur, the twisted brute. His ebony pelt glistened, as he watched the onyx ensamble behold the topography. "Are you not Azur?" he questioned, a bit of darkness in his light voice. "Allow me to introduce myself, brute. I am Acoustic Flyer, decendant of Toric, supposedly heir to a tilla amongst the Ridgelands." His pools glistened, the phantom-stag in question, although, he understood they may have a relation of some kind..
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Post by ..:Little White Rose:.. on Nov 3, 2005 21:55:17 GMT -5
Just as Rose had expected to once again be in the company of only the angel her radars picked up the soft, rythmic pound of an ebon brute nearing. She tilted her dail to catch what the two stags exchanged, Who is Toric? She thought, confuzed. But she did not pay much mind to this, for this brujo was an absolute dream. His ebon pelt, pure on hue was complimented by the brujo's obvious pride and confidence. I am a bit old to be having fancies, and with this other white angel here he probaly won't even notice me!Rose laughed inwarly at herself, but she could not remove her ebonite optics from his sleek form and watched intently as he and the ivory stag discussed. ooc-sorry I can't think of any thing to put
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Post by Apology//Azur on Nov 4, 2005 13:40:29 GMT -5
Dial was inclined slightly at the brutes words, there seemed to be a hint of..bitterness? there but he let that pass. He hadn't come across this particular brute before, least he didn't think so..therefore there was no reason to suspect ill of him... Occuli danced with a curious and surprised fire at what the other had said, so he was descended of Toric, and he was an heir... A light shake of the poll brought him out of his trance, occuli resuming their usual hue, if you were to look closely at the brutes visionaries his true characteristics were clearly visible, pride, confidence, leadership and wit. The trouble was if you were close enough to spot all these you were most likely an enemy and you would have fallen before you could spot the rest. Figuring the other expected a response the ebony stag parted his labrums speaking with all that could be expected from one such as him, taught as he was to be confident in both his lineage and position, though not overly so of course...
Azur would be correct. Acoustic Flyer and a fellow descendant of Toric..can't say I've heard your dubbance before..
A simple choice of words which brought forth both his importance, don't get me wrong he was no pompous show off, he knew his limits, titles could only get you so far, and he also put forward just a hint of warmth, just a hint which was barely traceable, better to get along until he knew more about the brute.. A glance was spared to the maidens, a slight upward curling of the corners of his labrums at the expression one of the doves now wore, caught between confusion and, something he couldn't quite place.. she seemed quite focused on a spot around Acoustics, and his own, dials. He snorted, paper thins at their widest as the feminine scent reached them, following though and being processed, the slight upward curling of his labrums became more of an open smile as he addressed the fae,
And, what of the silver maidens? I presume you each have a dubbance?
there was a note in his tones that suggested his mood was good, his usual demanding characteristics thrown aside as he sought to converse with one, or indeed both, of the maidens.
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Post by ..:Little White Rose:.. on Nov 6, 2005 12:30:06 GMT -5
ooc- i think it's kinda pointless for me to post now so im going to wait until Acoutic Flyer or Blueyes post first.
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Post by Apology//Azur on Nov 11, 2005 11:13:19 GMT -5
ooc-->I've edited my post to involve you seeing as no-one else has replied yet
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Post by *BluEyes* on Nov 12, 2005 23:03:11 GMT -5
Angel's orbs saught the stags' shapes, rippling softly, showing their bulk. Harks caught their trumpets directed towards her. [glow=purple,2,300]"Lo, stallions. Yes, I have a blessing, tis polite that you ask. I be Forgotten Promise, and yes, I am forgotten by all..." [/glow]Audible symphony broke, continuing softer now, [glow=purple,2,300] "that is, except you, fair maiden, and the pair of stags now before us." [/glow]Soft opticals glittered with moisture. An epiphany coursed through her dreambox. She was not forgotten, nor was the white rose beside her. Appealing, yes they were. There were two, and two of the fatales. Newly found aquantances would be broken, as they often were. In spite of the, too, forgotten silver-pelted femmora beside her, friendships came after family. Perhaps this would be a chance never again seen for the Forgotten Promise?
((sorry for the SERIOUSLY late post, ive been sick with Strep...))
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Post by ..:Little White Rose:.. on Nov 13, 2005 15:17:35 GMT -5
ooc-thanx you Azur! But I guess Blueyes beat me to it! lol and I can totally understand ya Blueyes. bic- The arabic ess was indeed surprized that she and the other femme had been noticed. The ebonite stag was indeed a feast for her voids but she dared not to sing, the ivory angel aside Rose had answered his call. It was most probable that it was the other ess that he was directing his inquiry to. Instead Rose lowered her curious gaze to the uninteresting flora beneath her flints. She lowered her kissers there to play absent-mindedly with the blades of greenery, trying to remain unoticed by him. ooc- lol my charrie is kinda in luff wit urs Azur
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Post by Apology//Azur on Nov 14, 2005 12:15:32 GMT -5
ooc--> hmm yeah, something in your posts might have suggested that... A smile plucked at the czars velveteens at the maidens reply, his gaze drifted absently from one to the other and he couldn't help but think what a pair they were... It was rare two such doves would be found on one journey, more so that they would be found together. He shook his poll and allowed himself to reply, remaining politer than he may have been if the circumstances were otherwise, Indeed. Though I don't see how two such faes could remain forgotten for long, Forgotten Promise.The words perhaps were phrased as a complement but they were mostly made of truth, he amazed himself sometimes with how gentlemanly he could be. The raven stag put particular emphasis on the word two. Seemed the other maid was doing all in her power to remain unnoticed, odd that. He'd thought femmes came to these lands to be noticed, and, claimed. He smiled and bobbed his dial politely towards Forgotten Promise, introductions over (his own dubbance had been spoken by Acoustic) he closed the gap between them some, still leaving a space which he would not invade for fear of startling the mare who remained silent. Sighing he chose to speak directly to her, perhaps she thought he was ignoring her? And, the silent angel, you have a blessing also?He asked, dial turning to regard her. Forgotten Promise had said the maiden had become company for her, surely if she was speaking to her... did she hold some grudge against him? Azur could see no reason why either of them should object to his presence.. Acoustic was still in his mind too, once again it buzzed with ideas and opinions all pushed aside as the brute waited, patiently, for the next vocalisation, whoever it may come from.
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