|
|
Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Mar 3, 2006 12:03:42 GMT -5
[glow=gold,8,000]
Lean, agile stag stood amongst the vegatation. 'Is shocking ice-blue gaze watched the mare thoroughly. A reply was awaited.
[/glow]
ooc://urrgh...CRAP, CRAP CRAP. Got extreme writer's block...
|
|
|
|
Post by .. Arya >>Christine<< Kudos .. on Mar 3, 2006 20:17:32 GMT -5
(Lol, it's ok.. I'm short on time so maybe I'll fix this later, if you haven't replied)
Arya dipped her tiara slightly and turned her bodice south, in the direction of the lake. She began a low, graceful two beat towards the lake, glancing out of her peripheral vision to see whether or not her King would follow. Long, graceful pistons danced through thick shrubs and bushes, her bodice parallel to the earth below..
[/size][/color] |
|
|
|
Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Mar 5, 2006 13:50:48 GMT -5
ooc// Ooh yay, Orlando Bloom! Oh...maybe I wasn't meant to say that. Anywayz, nice picture!!!
[glow=gold,9,900]
'E turned, zephyrs not emiting a sound, not a whinny even, as 'e swung gracefully behind the mare. After a half-league or so, 'e overtook, long, muscular limbs altering the course slightly, for only he knew Brythem by heart so far. Soon, the lake sprang into sight in the distance, first a mirror from which the sun reflected, and then a sliver of pure molten sliver.
Now the Lead Stag slowed, falling back into a steady canter to run beside Arya.
"'Tis a large terrain. Easy to get lost in."
He began at a failure of the start of a conversation.
[/glow]
ooc:// By the way... I seem to have caught some very strange virus. Temprature goes, up, temprature goes down, but feel drowsy and stupid. Suspecting the start to some yucky disease. If the worst comes, I may be away for a few days...without notice. If that be the case (I be gone for 2 days +) please could you manage the site, and PM the other members to let them know? I don't want the site to fall apart...
|
|
|
|
Post by .. Arya >>Christine<< Kudos .. on Mar 6, 2006 3:42:31 GMT -5
(XD Don't worry, your site is safe in my.. keyboard. ^_^ Hope ya feel better soon!)
Arya was surprised that the terrain could be so vast, and found herself slowing with each passing mile. The femme finally paused to catch her breath beside the lake, admiring it's sparkle. Hoping the brute would not think she was rude, and that there was an absense of manners within her, the fae gently lowered her tapered maw and began to drink. Her soft honey pelt shone with perspiration, bodice heaved in and out at an alarming rate; the cold water could not be good for her.
Finally, the femme paused in her desperate quest to choke herself with liquids, and turned to the stag, her auds just catching his inquiry. There was a slightly tired look in the femmora at a glance, though a further inspection showed that she had much life to give yet.
Yes, I agree. I'm glad you took the lead a while back, I'm afraid it would have taken me far more time to find this lake..
[/size][/color] |
|
|
|
Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Mar 6, 2006 10:11:45 GMT -5
[glow=gold,9,900]
'e nodded, smiling encouragingly.
"You'll learn too, in due time."
Then they were silent, as the stallion lowered his own pallet to drink. The water trickled smoothly down his sparse throat. 'E lifted his zephyr, glancing at Arya quickly. A sudden thought crossed his mind suddenly, too fast to realise what it was until it reached his kissers. Avalanche knew if he didn't ask it now, it wouldn't come..ever again. But was he ready for it? And, most importantly, was she ready?
The Lead Stallion stood there, whipbeat flashing nervously, utterly lost for words. For the first time in Brythem, he looked more like a puzzled yearling than a noble leader.
[/color][/glow] |
|
|
|
Post by .. Arya >>Christine<< Kudos .. on Mar 8, 2006 23:35:52 GMT -5
Arya sensed both hesitation, anxiety, and apprehension around the stag, feeling his uncomfortable aura. Not only was the brute tense, there was also an uncertain look in his pools, one that seemed unfitting for a noble. He was uncertain, something not often seen in Kings - only when they were about to ask a question that would be a possible "no", and the femme knew that the only thing of value she posessed, was herself..
Of course, sire. If you don't mind me asking.. Is there something you wish to say?
She asked, minding her P's and Q's. She did have quite a hunch on what the stud was about to ask, but only asked him to speed it up because she hated uncomfortable silences. In fact, Arya had not yet thought about her reply if the question was what she thought it would be, but it mattered not. For all she knew, the stag could've been a nervous type, and got like this with every question..
Apprehensively, the femme awaited his reply..
[/color][/size] |
|
|
|
Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Mar 9, 2006 12:50:26 GMT -5
[glow=gold,8,000]
The femme's questioning tones reawoke Avalanche, and he snorted angrily at himself for getting nervous. He was a King, and whatever the answer, he would not lose anything from it. 'Twas with high and clear, defiant tones now softened just slightly through a scrap of uncertainty that he spoke now.
"Arya...I wish to ask of you, would you be my Lead Mare?"
The question came out clumsily, but nobly. Avalanche felt no pang of guilt - surely this was a good sign...
"Or, if this is too early...perhaps to be in my Royal Harem at least..."
He said, calmly. The mare had three options....and now, which would she choose?
[/glow]
ooc:// errgh, crap crap crap...writer's block.
|
|
|
|
Post by .. Arya >>Christine<< Kudos .. on Mar 18, 2006 21:27:14 GMT -5
It wasn't as if this question was unexpected.
Arya froze, her maw still halfway to the water. She was thirsty, there was this craving inside of her for something refreshing - something to cool her heated bodice. It certainly wasn't water. Soft, sapphire pools turned to gaze thoughtfull at the stag before her, tiara lifted gracefully, bodice remained still, as a fawn searching for the predator.
M'Lord, I fear I will not live up to your expectations..
She replied. A loner by nature, yet loving in her own way, Arya had not spent time with other equines for nearly two years. She had been born Noble, a rank that is reflected in her very bodice - fine breeding, exquisite features - and in her manners, though the thought of standing on her own was still very new to her.. Was this a step she could take?
[/color][/size] |
|
|
|
Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Mar 19, 2006 8:10:29 GMT -5
[glow=gold,8,000]
The stallion carefully studied the mare's reaction, his gaze solemn, vocals forced yet not uninviting.
"I doubt that, m'Lady."
He said, now realising why the mare was so shocked. Having only just met her, was Avalanche making a rash decision? Was it a step too far?
"Of course...I understand now. We are not ready..."
He trailed, uncertainly watching Arya's every breath, every move...
[/color][/glow] |
|
|
|
Post by .. Arya >>Christine<< Kudos .. on Mar 20, 2006 7:46:39 GMT -5
Oh, how he studied her.
Arya felt herself getting uncomfortable under the stag's gaze. Of course, he meant no harm, but how she wished for a place in life, to be honored for who she was, and not what her lineage had been. However, what was a position if you didn't have the guts to face and handle it? Hell, she didn't even have to courage and will to face the world. No, the femme was not weak - far from it - she was running on a track parallel to it. Her own doubts prevented her from seeing what she was capable of..
I must say, I agree, M'Lord. We have known each other naught but a few hours. Naught but a flicker of time. However, I must insist that my reasons for this decline is.. personal.
She replied, words slightly hesitant and choosy, as if she was trying to say a paragraph in two words or less. Was this really a decline? It was more of a bid for time - more of it. She wanted to be sure that she could take this world of equines and beings with thoughts and feelings as complicated as her own, and as vast and unknown as space..
[/size] |
|
|
|
Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Mar 20, 2006 13:37:05 GMT -5
[glow=gold,8,000]
The stallion listened closely, then gave a short, sharp nod.
"I understand."
He said again, his voice heavy with no emotion. Furrowing the ground with his daggers, already the Lyght Lord knew that this was not a decline, but a bide for time. Yet, he began to wonder, would there be a second time? New mares were forever cropping up on Claimence Hill...so often, that it was impossible already to pridict the future...
[/color][/glow] |
|
|
|
Post by .. Arya >>Christine<< Kudos .. on Mar 21, 2006 5:12:44 GMT -5
So close, yet so far.
Arya watched with a heavy heart as the stag turned away. She knew she was turning down a request most would die for, yet deep down in the turmoil of her heart, she knew it was right. She couldn't bear to dissapoint him, yet she also knew there wouldn't be a second chance. At least not any time soon. So many newcomers, so many more chances that the lord's heart would be taken by another young fae. And still she watched.
Arya gave no reply, which instantly created a cold, uncomfortable silence. This wasn't her area of expertise. She didn't know how to handle uncomfortable moments, especially with another equine. The femme's maw dipped back into the cold, clear lake, begging it to wash her problems, doubts, and fears away as it had her sweat. She longed for the comforting touch of security and the definite, but those days were over now... They had never existed.
[/color][/size] |
|
|
|
Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Mar 21, 2006 12:50:51 GMT -5
[glow=gold,8,000]
After a few moments, the great stag raised his crania high, a thundering look in his eyes.
"Explore, Arya. I must leave."
He said simply, and without sparing the fae a look, 'e span and galloped off, hooves leaving dent-marks in the cloud of dust that folllowed. He felt not hate or resentment to the fae's decision ; just...disappointment. He needed time alone.
[/color][/glow] |
|
|
|
Post by .. Arya >>Christine<< Kudos .. on Mar 22, 2006 3:02:23 GMT -5
Mixed feelings.
THey swirled around inside of the femme, both dissapointment, anger, and apprehension. She was extremely ashamed that she had hurt him - this was not the impression she wanted to make on him, but felt anger at the fact that he could not understand. Anger at herself, for she could not agree and pray things would turn out alright. She wasn't born a loner, but she had been made one - by the same society he was asking her to help lead.
His quick retreat didn't give her time to react as she should have, but Arya found herself suddenly adraid and so alone. The one stud who had offered her warmth, belonging, and a home had now deserted her in a foreign land. The one thought that ran through the femme's mind was that She shouldn't have come.., but inside she felt disgust.. Again at herself. Here she was, a full grown fae, hiding from the world. Out of pure confusion, the femme began to canter in the direction she had came in , hoping that she would find some answers.. Or answers would find her..
[/color][/size] |
|
