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Celeste
Aug 20, 2010 15:29:21 GMT 8
Post by Saphira on Aug 20, 2010 15:29:21 GMT 8
Celeste A graceful mare trotted, facing the woods which hid the river, but often making forays to either side of her invisible path. Checking out this, looking at that. Her clear pools of chocolate glimmered with mischief and playfulness, gleaming hide blending in smoothly with the wild colours of autumn. Celeste tossed her flaxen mane, sweet vocals escaping her lips in play as she joyfully reared, spinning round in a circle, before dropping back on her font hooves with a muted thud. Not bothering to check for others, the Anglo-Arabian continued her journey, treading cautiously down winding paths and twisting trails.
Vibrant leaves rustled under her scissoring hooves, as the fae picked up her gait from a floating trot to a graceful canter, strides smooth and precise. Her dusty mane and tail floated behind her like a banner riding the wind, high in the sky. Auds pricked excitedly, as the rumbling and murmuring of the river entered her hearing distance. The glossy chestnut paused, head thrown high, neck arched proudly, and for a moment, looked for all the world, an exquisitely carved statue. The source of life valiantly pumped harder in her chest, seeming to catch up with her excitement. At last, the end of her long journey was nearing. Nickering, she spurred herself on to a flashing gallop, fiery pelt flashing through the dull trunks of the trees.
Sharp orbs flashed with triumph, as she caught a glimpse of the winding river. The crystal waters bubbled and leaped, echoing her playful mood, stirring up her sense of mischief once more.
Eager to complete the last leg of her travel, she paced forward on even strides, nimble legs churning in a smooth rhythm. Reaching the edge of the renowned river, Celeste dipped her muzzle into the cool, refreshing water, reveling in the liquid sliding down her parched throat. Mane draping over a shoulder, orbs half-closed as she rested, awaiting anyone to come.
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Celeste
Aug 20, 2010 15:46:51 GMT 8
Post by erosaf on Aug 20, 2010 15:46:51 GMT 8
Blade
Beauty and evil, not something mix, son of the devil, who knows many tricks. The hooves carried the deceitfully handsome stallion through the river glades. He knew that there were going to be many who were interested in seeing if he would claim them. Few though were above the usual dirt that many were. It was those gems that he sort. Those gems would be the ones to carry his foals, anyone else would be purely a slave to him.
He moved through the glades, eyes watching for the alone, unsuspecting mare. Huge he was, and occasionally his hooves killed the unsuspecting rabbit emerging from its burrow. He cared not for the lowly animals. They were below his compassion.
Blood red his body was hued, with an attractive dappling to his sides. His mane and tail were white flames, a rarity in hellions. Spotting the unexpected chestnut mare, he moved towards her. The game of deciet would be the first to happen, for now he'd seen her, she was his.
"Greetings, fae." Like any other, his voice was filled with a gentle, kindness. Like hell he was really kind, it was mainly a trap for him to lure them in.
Wisdom and might, courage and spirit, comes the stallion, of evils plight.
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Celeste
Aug 20, 2010 16:04:28 GMT 8
Post by Saphira on Aug 20, 2010 16:04:28 GMT 8
Celeste Celeste gazed over the peaceful land, eyes half-lidded in thought and contentment. Her silky flaxen mane brushed the side of her nape, drooping forward softly, covering her sparkling brown eyes. Thoughts spanned many, many miles, from the land which she had come from to here, at this silent, peaceful river glade. They said each journey begins with a single step. This, perhaps, was hers.
A gentle breeze blew, bringing to her nares the scents of the forest. The damp, earthy smells of the woodland plants and trees seared her scent glands, and she breathed in deeply, tresses fluttering gently in the breeze. Shifting slightly, she pawed at the ground, lean muscles moving effortlessly, gracefully to support her weight and bend themselves to her will.
Greetings, fae. The voice cut through her daydreams, and Celeste spun around in alarm, harks laid back slightly in wariness. The first sight of this stallion took her breath away, for she would be lying to herself if she said she was not captivated by his very being. Soulful round orbs locked onto his, before she again danced restlessly, bowing her head in return to his greeting. She left herself lower her defenses slightly, but surely there was nothing to fear from this stallion whose voice held such warmth and kindness?
"Hello." She replied in kind, lowering her lashes for an instant, as the sunlight highlighted her delicate and petite features. Her melodious lyrics sang out, curling themselves into the surroundings, before fading away.
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Celeste
Aug 20, 2010 16:13:51 GMT 8
Post by erosaf on Aug 20, 2010 16:13:51 GMT 8
Blade
Beauty and evil, not something mix, son of the devil, who knows many tricks.
He smiled, looking her over. Such a pretty fae, sadly to say she would be naught but a slave to him. Perhaps a foal she might get, but she would have to beg if she wanted it to see a new dawn. He had no heart for half blooded hellion horses, nor the scum that had not even a drop of hellion blood. They were below him, and no one else would see him in another light.
She would learn eventually not to press him for things that she wanted. For rarely would she get them. He knew though that he would have to trap her in his home in the Valley before she would see the truth about him. A thing that would be really easy, considering that mares seemed drawn to him.
"I am Blade, and you are?" He smiled a little, showing that same kindness that he used as a bait. The net was already cast when he left his home to find mares, for his bodies beauty was the bait. Now all that was needed was to reel in his prey, which of course was the unexpecting mares areound in the other lands.
Wisdom and might, courage and spirit, comes the stallion, of evils plight.
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Celeste
Aug 20, 2010 16:33:06 GMT 8
Post by Saphira on Aug 20, 2010 16:33:06 GMT 8
Celeste The young mare looked at him, shaking the tendrils of her flaxen mane that was blown into her eyes. Harks flickered about, listening to the noises of the surrounding woods, peacful and soothing. She was a horse of the woods and trees, rarely did she have the heart for open lands such as deserts where the heat was unbearable. Celeste looked down, sudden tongue-tied, uncertain of what to say. She could feel the stallion's gaze, scruitinising her, and she flexed her shoulders, cursing herself for being such a fool.
His deep, reassuring lyrics once again wove a spell round her, and the young mare found herself fighting to escape the snare, to think coherently. "I... I'm Celeste," She said, injecting a confidence she did not feel into her voice. She gazed, awestruck at the white flames of his tail and his muscular shoulders, before realising what she was doing and dragging her gaze away, fixing it determinely on a tree on the side, before lowering her gaze to the floor in embarresment.
"Are you a hell-horse?" She suddenly blurted out, eyes wide with curiosity and uncertainty as she once more stared at the flames flickering on his body.
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Celeste
Aug 20, 2010 16:58:23 GMT 8
Post by erosaf on Aug 20, 2010 16:58:23 GMT 8
He laughed as she guessed what he was. It was clear to him that she had fallen from him. Something that was impossible to not do with him standing there in front of you.
"Last i checked I was, but I am not of the desert, Celeste." Again a pretty name, but not the one that was for his queen one of these days. He cared for no one that was of non hellion blood.
"You seem a little dazed at the moment. Why would that have been?"
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Celeste
Aug 20, 2010 17:15:31 GMT 8
Post by Saphira on Aug 20, 2010 17:15:31 GMT 8
Celeste The young mare, if she could, she would have blushed. She gazed up at his tall figure, uncertain. Were hell-horse not cruel and ruthless? Caring for none? Then why did Blade seem like the exact opposite of the legends she had heard while growing up?
His next words startled her. "Is there any reason you should be?" She returned, a puzzled look on her face as she studied him. To his question she flattened her ears in embarrassment, answering, "Nothing. I have never seen a hell-horse before."
Too fast, too soon. She needed some space. The young mare spun round side-stepping for a few steps, before calming down again, lowering her head to sip the cool water. His horse intrigued her, puzzled her, yet he drew her closer than ever.
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Celeste
Aug 20, 2010 17:27:55 GMT 8
Post by erosaf on Aug 20, 2010 17:27:55 GMT 8
Again it was a good few words from her. She seemed to shy away from him for a moment, but he took no notice of the movement, it was... irrelevant to him.
"Most hellions live out their whole lives in the desert. I have never been there and have had no plan to go there," he lied smoothly. Again she would not recognise the lies. There was too much deceit in his movements and speech for her to know the difference.
"What sort of a home are you used to?" He shot the question at her, eager to see if she was worthy of his time. Or was this a complete waste of time? No it never was, she would be his, one way or another.
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Celeste
Aug 20, 2010 17:38:34 GMT 8
Post by Saphira on Aug 20, 2010 17:38:34 GMT 8
Celeste The chestnut mare looked closely at the stallion, trying to dicern the meaning of his words, trying to separate the truths from the lies. It was in vain, though. His body language did not change throughout, and his voice practically dripped with honey and kindness.
So he had no plans to move to the desert. Well, that was certain a.... She stopped her thoughts abruptly. Wait a minute. Why should she even care what his plans were? Surely she was not thinking about going with him already?
She shrugged at his question, honey-coloured mane falling into her eyes before she flicked it out again. "A warm climate," She answered somewhat vaguely. "Like halfway in between the temperatures of a desert and a forest... A mixture of both apparently."
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Celeste
Aug 20, 2010 17:46:38 GMT 8
Post by erosaf on Aug 20, 2010 17:46:38 GMT 8
"I come from the Mountains. That is a climate that is in the middle of the areas you have explained to me about. Well my home is not officially in the mountains but in the valley. It has a few mountains in it though, therefore it gained the name of: Misty Mountains."
he knew she was struggling to discern whether he spoke in lies or not, but he would not allow her to see through the charme that he was using to ensnare her. She was too pretty for Corus to claim, though that hellion was nothing in comparison to himself. If only she knew who he truly was.
"I might warn you though, that my plans change with time."
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Celeste
Aug 20, 2010 18:38:50 GMT 8
Post by Saphira on Aug 20, 2010 18:38:50 GMT 8
Celeste Celeste tipped her head questioningly, searching eyes gazing at the stallion's own, striving to see past the many layers she knew were put in place as barriers, as deterrents. It should have fazed her, yet strangely enough, she didn't really care. "Mountains..." She mused thoughtfully. "There weren't many where I lived, and I have never seen one up close." Her soft, musical voice, with just a hint of accent, spilled into the mild evening air.
She shook her mane, flicked her satin tail which had turned from a creamy flaxen to gold amber in the late sunlight. "I see..."
Once again, she danced slightly on the spot, as though debating whether or not to run, but remained where she was.
"Why would a hell-horse live in the mountains, though? I thought they live in deserts..." She trailed off, confused. She felt a little guilty for being so judgmental. She knew if he were an ordinary horse, she would have no qualms, but since young, wariness had followed the herd whenever they spoke of hell-horses, and naturally, it was passed on to her.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 21, 2010 1:12:42 GMT 8
A stag of ebony, dark in hue but light in nature moved his strong pillars in a legato motion, the soft grass brushing against his daggers with every movement. As his nares flared, he took in the overwhelming scent of the pines and many other horses. Light danced upon his bright orbs as he moved about, looking for the perfect edition to his nearly perfect herd. Amani's ebony tassels moved freely to the side of his massive form as the gales moved against him, bringing coolness to him in the early evening.
One...he first smelt but then spotted. Beauty caressed her slender form like waves crashed against an ocean shore. The sounds of the river once more invited him closer. Another was with her...a very handsome stallion. There was something...different about him though. Amani saw the way he spoke to her from afar; there was a darkness about him.
Some were here for their queens, others for mares, and the darkest of all were here to find slaves for their herds. Disgust crossed his face as he thought of the stallions like Corus that would do such things. Amani smiled through his assumption though and loped up, to the clearing where they were standing. "Greetings, miss...and stag," he said kindly. The ebony stag had not seen nor heard of a horse such as him. Amani determined that he must be new.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 21, 2010 7:29:54 GMT 8
"Greetings to you, younger colt," Blade replied. The words were a warning, though it was well hidden. he'd better go before trouble came from this happening.
"Mountains are a glorious thing up close and there are several in my homeland. Of course, there is nothing as beautiful in this world that I have seen."
The blood horse snorted, knowing that the lies kept spilling, though the words about the mountains were actually another truth, spilled in with all his devious lies.
"Hell horses can live where they choose to. Most may be born desert horses, but there are some amongst them, who were born in the mountains or the valleys or the plains or the forest. We wander where we choose."
He knew that his net was cast, but there was this other stallion who had come and that caused trouble. "The Misty Mountains would be a wonderous place for you to live."
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 21, 2010 8:02:34 GMT 8
The older stag's words were polite, but a threatening feeling came from them. They said back off to him or get away. Why would such a fae of beauty go with one of such evil? He asked himself many questions such as this one. It was true, the mountains were a nice place to be, but Amani personally favored the forests. What the stag said about the mountains was probably the first bit of truth that had slithered from his tongue.
It was probably noticeable that Amani had a quarter hellion in him because of his size, but he had no true characteristics about him other than that. Even though he was young, he had good strength. If he tried to force anything upon the fae, he wouldn't hesitate to show his strength. "The forests are also nice. There are several valleys there with plenty of water to drink from in Snowy River Forest. That is the land I live in, with my queen, Erosaf. You would be more than welcome to join us if you wish to," he said with a smile.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 21, 2010 8:58:22 GMT 8
"Forests are not the place for one of such beauty. Those who hide in them are going without notice for a long time," he said, though it was in the old days when he had been young that his father had plundered those woody places taking mares and killing stallions. A thing that he would one day start doing again himself.
Thowra... that stallionof such goodness without any evil in him, would be the first to die. "A question I have for you, stallion. Thowra is the king of your home, is he not? I feel like visiting him for old times sake."
There was still a pleasent side to his words, the truth was all he spoke. "You should warn him, that the past comes back to repeat itself, eventually."
He smiled though. "So, Celeste, would you like to come with me?" The games were back in his voice, though they had been the whole time since meeting her, and to the other stallion.
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