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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 17, 2010 8:06:15 GMT 8
The young fae moved cautiously and easily into the lands, a bit unsure. Her thin form breezed across the lands as fast as the gales themselves. Hooves of copper hue plodded across the soft turf lightly as she moved more quickly, going to the river. Angelica stopped, sensing the air. Many were here, but there was only one to travel with. Angelica moved toward a tree of fruit, red in delicious, enjoying the mild weather on this early spring day. Reaching up for a succulent apple, she did and quietly munched on it.
Orbs of light green searched the lands, looking. Surely, someone would approach her, to find members of their herd or a mate. Lowering her delicate crown gently, she looked into the water. Angelica wondered if she was really as beautiful as others had told her or if they were saying things to just be kind. Liars...were what she hated the most; to her, it was the worst insult that could be given.
Angelica raised her crown again, walking a few feet away from the river. Thinking of the near future, she smiled, with her eyes and with her expression. He would come someday.
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Post by otho on Aug 17, 2010 9:07:12 GMT 8
Jegathema
I walked through Alaknanda, searching for faes. My grey body was muscled, not a hint of my age showing, except for within my storm grey eyes, which were wise looking, full of experience, from the claiming of land, to the finding of my queen, to the young filly who had grown already and returned with her own. The knowledge of her forced breeding, and the pain that came with knowing. But now was the time for me to move on.
My land was large, yet only a few horses grazed within them. I could offer them protection, yet they did not know it. I wished to have another young foal running through the rivers, darting like a fox through the trees... Yes, it was time.
There was a young femme, beautiful to behold, her hooves like precious metal, her eyes like the pines' sweet shade. I walked towards her, my pace neither fast nor slow, majestic in all forms. My pure, snow white mane was bright in the early spring's sunlight, an air of confidence and honor in my face.
"Greetings, mare, I am Jegathema, or Jegath, king of the Gemdas mountains." I said, standing still a few yards away from her. "What, may I ask, is your calling?"
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 17, 2010 10:00:00 GMT 8
Sooner than she thought, the sound of a stag's daggers moving across the ground were caught by her harks. Grey he was, with a presence about him that told her that he was experienced. Angelica looked into his orbs hued the color of a storm. They were wise...but gentle. A smile parted her soft muzzle as he moved closer. The life of being alone was over, but she would wait, wait for him to speak.
Angel watched his brightly shining pelt and his flowing mane in the soft breeze. The light gales brought all the beautiful sounds and smells of spring to her, enlightening her, bringing joy to her. A king, how wonderful! she exclaimed in her mind.
"Greetings, Jegath. My callings if Angelica, but most call me simply Angel," she replied softly, brightly. Angel bowed to him, honoring the fact that he was a king and that she was indeed in his presence.
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Post by otho on Aug 17, 2010 10:29:40 GMT 8
Jegathema
I accepted her bow with a respectful nod of my own, then listened with interest as she spoke. Angel... I tried it out in my mind, liking the way it fit her, with her coat of deep chestnut, her mask, purest ivory.
"Angel, would you like to hear of my lands? I would simply ask you to come, however, it would be most foolish, for the mountains of the Gemdas may not appeal to your heart and mind." I said, tempering my hope with a kind of grace and expectancy that showed my open mindedness should she choose not to join me in my land.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 17, 2010 11:04:58 GMT 8
Angel thought of living in the mountains and noticed that that would appeal to her very much. They must be a lot like the tundra like desert that I lived upon for so long and cherished greatly she thought to herself. Living in a hot desert would be terrible burning place she added in her mind.
The fae smiled. "I would love to hear of the Gemdas," she said softly. The mountains sounded very beautiful, and unless another stag came along that had the most beautiful lands in the world, she would go with Jegath. To Angel, he seemed like he was not the type to capture mares, and he seemed kind.
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Post by otho on Aug 18, 2010 2:27:30 GMT 8
Jegathema
I smiled a bit, warmly, then began to speak of the mountainous region I called home. "There are five mountains, which ring a valley in. The mountains are covered in pines and snow. Grass grows near the bottom, and a waterfall runs down the tallest of the sentinel peaks. Upon that mountain there's a path, narrow but easily navigated. Near its end is a ledge, where one can see the valley below.
The valley itself is green, with small areas of forest; willow, apple, pine, hemlock, and oak trees mostly. Small streams run through the valley, fed by the falls. The grasses grow in abundance there, as well as small flowers, such as clover and buttercups. Beyond the mountain pass lie hills, where plains' grass grows, tall and yellowy green." I stopped, finished, and looked at her with my eyes of rolling shades of grey, then turned my head up, looking at the sky. It had grown cooler as we talked, and storm heads had formed up above the island. Already a few drops were splattering my body, and I flicked my ebony tail, brushing some flies off that sought a warm body to take refuge on.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 20, 2010 7:09:51 GMT 8
Angel listened to his words of this land in which he lived in. It sounded like a beautiful place of refuge from all the burdens of life. Although the mountains were unforgiving, rocky places, The Gemdas sounded softer and more inviting. There seemed to have much grass in this territory and plenty of flowering plants. The sweetness of them she would remember in her days through the forests and mountains. The fae always knew that there was much variety in the mountains.
A change in humidity had come about, and she could feel the rain coming before it even touched her pelt. The weather had cooled, and darkening storm clouds were gathering over their heads. She started to feel them lightly brushing her coat. Angel had always loved the rain. In the desert, it had always been a symbol of life.
"Your lands sound beautiful, Jegath, and I would love to travel to them with you," she said softly. The mountains were a good choice for her. A strong stallion was an essential, for Angel had always considered herself weak. Some that she had come across had also called her weak. It was a fact of reality now.
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Post by otho on Aug 21, 2010 6:31:49 GMT 8
Jegathema
The grey smiled, pleased. "Thank you for choosing me, Angel. We'd best hurry though; the rain is nice till it causes the river to flood. And it's already pretty bad, what with the spring melt." he said, looking over to the river, which was gushing forth from wherever it began. The mountain snows had filled all the rivers, streams, and even some springs. No, best not to wait to swim over. Worse after a storm than when the rain's just begun...
"This way," he said, moving past her, but nuzzling her before he moved into the water.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 24, 2010 8:23:02 GMT 8
Angel moved into the river with Jegath, smiling at him. The shining chestnut with copper hooves wanted something more than anything though. A war like none other was progressing upon the lands, and if he was lost, at least there would be something left. The light rain beat down on her pelt first softly, but it gained in heaviness. It was a wonderful wash. Still, the thought of a young one crossed her mind.
"Jegath, I would like a foal," she said softly, just coming out on it before it was too late. She looked down slightly as her light hooves splashed lightly in the river. Angel hoped they could switch directions and go to the glade, but she wasn't sure if he wanted to right now. They had just met, but she wanted nothing more than a beautiful foal from Jegath. Her last one had been stillborn, but she hoped this one would not be. She sighed at the thought of losing another foal.
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Post by otho on Aug 24, 2010 11:22:39 GMT 8
Jegathema
The grey considered her for a second, then nuzzled her gently. "Very well, Angel. Let us head to the Glade. Perhaps the rain will be willing, and the winds will blow it away from that place." he murmured, changing directions so they were facing the direction of the glade.
He smiled at her, his stormy eyes full of bitter-sweet happiness. He knew he would die within the year. He felt it in his bones. And yet, for some reason, he couldn't resist trying to ignore the signs, trying to give more the chance to come to his home, the Gemdas. Perhaps, perhaps he was wrong. He would say to himself, yet he knew he wasn't wrong. Maybe he was wrong about some things, but about this... No, he was not wrong.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 24, 2010 11:34:24 GMT 8
Angel smiled, galloping to the Glade. The young fae was ready to have her first foal and Jegath's newest. She would make him proud of the foal she bared, for it would be strong and beautiful. Joy was in her heart as she thought of this. The foal would grow up in a wonderful world: one filled with laughs and happiness..one with her.
Worry crossed her mind as she thought of his age and the battle ahead. Evil could kill him and would if it got the chance. It would be a terrible time, when Jegath passed. Even though she was just part of the herd, she loved him still. Having his foal with her would help with the passing if it did come. Every mare of every herd hoped that their stallion wouldn't, but it was the truth that some would.
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