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Post by Sunshine on Sept 9, 2006 17:34:36 GMT -5
 Tis nothing like the dawn of the day, with pale light washing over glen and vale. Yet what is there to show for it? Within moments, it is over, sitting back to allow the golden sunlight penetrate the dreamlike mists, and melt away the frost in way of little diamonds in the form of dewdrops upon the emerald green grasses. And few ever witnessed this turn of time, most preferring to stay cozy within their dream filled slumber. Yet here stood a leaden femme, with ink like eyes turned up to the lavender horizon. This was her time, when she thrived, felt more secure in this crazy world we call home. Her sleek form threw demented shadows across the turf, marring the perfect monochromatic tones of the grass. Her dished head was held high, and nares flared, allowing the cool, calming scent of the morning flood over her. But yet, all was not right. She stood alone in this world, without companions to share neither laughter nor sorrow. If only a single equus could take it upon themselves to greet her, otherwise, she would have to introduce herself. It was not that she minded the initial pleasantries; in fact, when coming in contact with a new soul, she would be the first to greet. After all, her dubbance, Ceallach, meaning 'warrior maiden', was not given to her for nothing. For that was her true nature; willful, and always prepared to take a situation by it's mane and wrestle it to submission. But if you take the time and effort to peer further down, you find a kind hearted fae, one who feels not shame in herself nor her acquaintances. [/size] |
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Post by Horsegirl on Sept 9, 2006 20:44:51 GMT -5
((points and stares at pretty pictures...lol))
The black stallion scanned the horizon with his sparkling blue eyes. His nose caught the scent of a fae. A scent that he had never before caught. She must be new, and she must not have a herd if she is new. The herd of the Black Rose is always looking for new horses and Satan was willing to accept all the horses that needed a herd.
The black horse trotted over to the new mare and lowered her head respectfully.
Hello m'lady. I am Satan, lead stallion of the Black Rose herd. Are you new to these lands?
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Post by Sunshine on Sept 9, 2006 23:09:14 GMT -5
(( -laughs- Thanks! The Ceallach picture I had made, and the sig is my own creation. ^-^ )) Inkpool eyes swept over the stallion, making careful note of even the most minute of details. It was not that she was wary of him; on the contrary. It was in her nature to catalog everything, for one never knows when they shall need certain information. Ceallach returned his greeting with a respectful nod of the head. "Indeed I am, good Satan." A pensive look flashed across her face, and it lit with a tiny smile. "Well then, that did sound a tad odd, did it not? Rather contradictory, really!" She bowed her head in apology for the unexpected change of topic, allowing tendrils of cloud hued mane to dip into her eye line. "Be you searching for any members to your herd? If it is not too bold to ask." |
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Post by Horsegirl on Sept 11, 2006 18:41:30 GMT -5
((They are both awesome. I love the rainbow effect on your siggy ;D))
Satan watched the mare with his blue orbs. She seemed interested in him, not affraid. That was good. Some horses were very wary over eveyone and everything, while others were just too thingyy. This horse seemed to be a bit wary, while still not scared.
Well yes, I am looking for horses to join my herd. You may if you like, though I would need to at least know your name.
The black stallion smiled, watching the mare. She seemed very alert, taking in all her surroundings at once. She seemed like she would make a good warrior, but he did not know for sure. He would have to wait and see what she wanted to be if she did decide to join his herd.
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