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Post by .:||Requiem||:. on Mar 25, 2006 2:29:28 GMT -5
Ebony shadows flickered on the ground, blending in with the minx's pillars. It was hard to visualise where the shadow ended and she started.She walked with such grace it was almost amazing, her delicate pistons not making a single sound. Even with the hard rock she walked on and the hard matter her hooves were made of it was as if she had trained her life to be silent. She had. Since birth her mother had taught her to be quiet, not to make a noise. This had sure helped her over the past couple of years. She had avoided trouble with lights and caused it both. Because of her unearthly talent to keep silent she had been used by many as scout, to spy on lights and see if they were planning anything. After one year of this she had become to strong minded and objected to being used as a ploy. She had left her maiden herd and left on a search for power and somewhere she could settle and start a powerful herd or join a powerful herd and highten her rank. She strides were sure footed, much like a mountain goat. She knew exactly where to place her petite hooves and when to move them. Her sharp ebon harks pricked forward and she heard a rock tumble down behind her. Turning around she lay her dark auburn orbs on a small creature. She let a snort from her velvetine nares and continued on her way. Requiem did not exactly know where she was going, but was bound to find somewhere. Her well defined mug turned to the west. The sun was setting, it was almost night. Her pace quickened, pistons still as silent as the wind around her. She adored the darkness. It was what she was born for. But she didn't want to be on a mountain when it came. Her sould yearned each night for her to gallop through an open feild. To feel the crisp night air against her silken crania and whip through her pitchless bangs. Yet she hadn't found such a feild, and doubted she ever would. Though she still wanted to get off this wretched mount.
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Post by Angelus on Mar 28, 2006 19:57:18 GMT -5
Angelus' harks pricked the black tips coming to a point.'is daggers scraped once the sound making 'im flinch the sound was raw against the silence.His orbs caught sight of a vixen up ahead making 'im pause mid stride his piston held above the earth.'e stopped 'e wasn't sure if 'e really wanted to approach 'er so 'e stopped harks pointed.'e waited.Memories welled inside of a darq place such as this and his banner flicked in annoyance.
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Post by .:||Requiem||:. on Mar 31, 2006 2:09:32 GMT -5
Sharply tuned harks laced back to the ebon skull of the minx as sheheard the scream of hooves on rock. Her delicate dial turned to face the stallion, no emotional expression on her mask. Her orbs held an inquisitive look, shining in the late sun. She came to a stop, still no noise made. She said nothing, her gaze not faltering for a second. She had never been one to make the first move, always inviting another to be the first to speak. If she had to think about it, hearing their voice helped her a little. She almost seemed to percieve their personality through their voice.
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Post by Angelus on Apr 11, 2006 22:09:01 GMT -5
'Lo The sound was yanked from Angelus' labrums and 'e fought the urge to look 'round to find out who said them.As vixen turned the sun caught in 'is orbs outlining the beautiful fae in sunlight for bu a minute.It almost took 'is breathe away...almost.Though joy nor happiness made it's way to 'im curiousity did.
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Post by .:||Requiem||:. on Apr 12, 2006 22:42:20 GMT -5
Her auds flicked slightly at the sharp, sudden word spoken by the male. Such a small word made it impossible for her to figure his persona. Her ebony coat shone momentarily as she shifted her weight, a beam of afternoon light bathing her in its soft orange-red glow for a few seconds. "Greetings" She said softly, her voice held secrets yet was sweet and intoxicating as anyones dream. Her head was held high in a proud stance, boa arched out gracefully. Her exotic lines were clear in her posture, arab blood flowing through her veins in coursing power. Though arabians were neither few nor rare she was a rare beauty among them. Her coat unmarked and sleek, orbs bright and alert along with her auds, frame slim yet holding a powerful grace and her dail was dished with such beauty it was incomparable to others. Her dark pools never left him, intense stare becoming almost unnerving. She knew he was bound to also be a darq, this heightened her mood of equality and on a small part fear. She knew to be wary of all stallions, even with the strength that so obviously emanted from her she knew of the ways they could demean a mare. A quiet snort came from her delicate nares as she gazed at him wonderingly, curiosity keeping her firmly planted on the ground.
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Post by Angelus on May 7, 2006 10:18:23 GMT -5
Dial nodded at her return, harks tipped forward as a single delicate black foreleg stretched out a bit standing was not doing 'is body any good. He took a couple steps around 'er getting a little closer but just to move 'e didn't want to scare 're and would surely step back if 'is movements did so. Dial held lower then 'er though 'e was taller, very tall for an Arabian. The silence beat in from all directions and that unsettled 'im but curiosity had 'im rooted a desire to learn more about this vixen 'e decided to break the silence "My cursing be Angelus may I ask yours?" 'e said with unusual restrain in not adding the darq lord of Eclipsed Valley for that was behind 'im for the moments here in time. (Oh my poor stag who has so many problems )
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