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Post by koya304 on Jul 8, 2007 23:23:52 GMT -5
The mare stepped out onto the icy tundra it was freezing here no place for a mare like her but none the less she had to stay here she needed to find a place to live and though she hated the thought a stallion was the easiest was to do that. This place seemed very unforgiving to the mare. Nothing at all like the graceful planes the had dreamed of.
The mare gave out a welcoming call letting all know that she was there and waiting. So she took a beautiful stance in the cold wind and snow though her hide blended in her beauty was something every stallion had to notice. Or so she hoped.
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Post by Zee on Jul 9, 2007 0:39:59 GMT -5
A stag of rippling black muscles stepped beside the fae, appearing from no where, his banners swept around his ebony bodice, a single scar outlined against one eye. Lo' fae, you must be freezing. His voice was calm, but rough as though rarely used, and there was no hint of threat or anger in it, he was merley commenting on the obvious. White ivorys shone against his ebon bodice, auds perked to the fae to catch her words should she speak, orbs watching her and waiting. [/size] |
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Post by koya304 on Jul 9, 2007 0:44:50 GMT -5
Alavaren jumped sideways and into an offensive stance a ebony brute had bust appeared out of no where next to her and she didn't like it at all. She looked at him all the same and ebony muscular brute with a scare from what she didn't now but she was on her toes now and any thoughts of pleasantries had left her. Now she just stood ready to fight it was necessary looking the stallion right in the eyes and waiting. |
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Post by Zee on Jul 9, 2007 0:49:13 GMT -5
He snorted in offense, and stepped away to prove he showed no threat. He was neutral, torn and twisted by either side of life, born and bred of dark and light, scars from dark battles where he'd faught to save his one true love covered his flanks, true, but the scar across his marbel orb was the one scar that reminded him, never again. He had gained it through a battle like no other, to save a foolish fae of little indifference, not from a fiesty wench stupid enough to launch an attack.
Fae, do not worry, I do not seek to harm. His voice rang forth again, slightly kinder, rough all the same but slightly nicer, showing, proving he meant no harm. [/size] |
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Post by koya304 on Jul 9, 2007 1:00:56 GMT -5
With his words she stood upright again bowing her head in a respectful greeting. She ignored his snort however and spoke.
"I am Alavaren." she said it cool and crisp with a hint of something even she didn't know what. In truth she just wanted to find a place to stay for the night and then she would see if he would prove good as a mate. Though she was not holding a candle to the thought. She just stood in a semi strong stance not ready to attack but not totally off guard.
All she could do now was wait for him to speak, to give her his name, to do something that would break the ice that stood between them.
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Post by Zee on Jul 9, 2007 20:01:50 GMT -5
Demotionless. He spoke, stateing his own name. He was not one to speak much, though if he spoke now it would obviously be Why do you treat me like an enemy? His stance was relaxed, no where near ready to fight, his auds pricked waiting to catch her words, his ivorys hidden, no anger in his features or stance. If she attacked now, that would be it, he wouldn't return the attack. His orbs turned to the sky, taking it in, his black banners swept about his bodice as he looked back at her, waiting to see what she'd do next. [/size] |
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Post by koya304 on Jul 9, 2007 20:18:30 GMT -5
With his name the ice was broken it would be rude to attack now on either part so there was a calmness now in her stance. She was calm, sirene, but still........ ready. She thought about it now and that was how she always was never off guard never really vulnerable.
When she spoke her words dripped with mystery leaving always that unknown, but they were calm still. "Very well Demotionless." She thought about how strange his name was indeed though her name was strange as well. She concluded that she would ask later if there was a later that is.
She now stepped to the side of the ebony stallion still looking over his bodice, as she was sure he was doing the same. She was looking for weaknesses deformaties that might aid her but all she could find at the moment were battle scars which told her that this brute could hold his own. Once she reached his head she turned her skull slightly to look around. Then she spoke with a sarcastic but still mysterious tone. "Now what can we do about this cold?"
Actually the cold didn't bother her at all she was used to it for her fathers kingdom had a region not unlike this one. Though it was not her favorite and she would much rather like to be in a plains land or somehting.
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Post by Zee on Jul 9, 2007 20:27:27 GMT -5
He took in her stance, her frame her beauty, each with a graceful blink and hardley a reconginseable look. When she spoke his name he merley nodded, and when she spoke once more he chuckled slightly. All lands about are cold, my own terrain as well... though more from the spirits than ice and snow. It was as if he was thinking out loud, his words formed roughly, though calmly and still held no threat. Could it be that he really was just a harmless stag. Doubtful, as his scars told different, but he was being patient and kind at the moment, kind enough anyway, no need to be too polite he thought.
His frame moved slightly as he rested the weight of a back leg and spoke once more. I could take you there is you so wished. His words were meant for her this time, calm and confident with little anger or annoyance in his voice. [/size] |
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Post by koya304 on Jul 9, 2007 20:47:05 GMT -5
A smirk played across her face with his first words. She waited to see if he would speak more for it would be rude to cut him off. She watched as he spoke and shifted still taking in his body, his scars.
The moment he stopped speaking she spoke. "The coldness of spirits is the best kind. You speak of land similar to the terra I have wandered ." she paused a moment taking a few steps forward on the ice. Then looked back at him, her forelock floating over her face crossing over her eyes as the wind blew it around. "It would be nice to compare them."
It was strange how she spoke. She did not say she would go but she didn't decline either it bewildered even her. "However, how could I go onto the land of stallion I have only the name of?" Now she was just prodding for answers to questions she hadn't asked. Though she wanted him to give her reason to go so she could get out of this place. |
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Post by Zee on Jul 9, 2007 20:52:29 GMT -5
He chuckled and stepped lightly across the ice. In this land... If you don't want to be found, there are places to hide. If you don't want to get lost, most likely you will. Should you fear death, I reccomend you stay here. Nar Shadaa is not for the faint of heart. He walked slowly, so his words could sink in. However, when all else is said, it is the perfect place to rest and regain strength, it is just lacking... He paused looking towards her. ... company. It was true. Nar Shadaa was empty, apart from the spirits, and he was lonely, so lonely, though he would never admit that. [/size] |
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Post by koya304 on Jul 9, 2007 21:07:24 GMT -5
That was all the reason she would need it seemed a perfect place. She stood in her beautiful stance, strong and proud. watching him as he stepped closer to her. Then she spoke in a warm, sweet tone very much so different than the one she used before. "If it is company your land needs than it is company we shall give it."
With that she stepped away from the stallion and out of this land she would find his land on her own though she paused and craned her towers to catch any last words he wished to give before she set off to his land. |
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Post by Zee on Jul 9, 2007 21:10:29 GMT -5
He spoke no more words and set out at a trot, heading for there home land, ebon banners caught in the wind, movements flawless.
Occ: I'll start a post. lol [/size] |
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