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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Jan 28, 2006 12:56:22 GMT -5
Love me, I will love you too...
Loneliness was clear in the femmora's easy gait as she two-beated towards the hill of Claimance. Her long, sweet white-grey limbs stretched miles, but no sweat broke on her soft maw. She was a Neutrale, and it seemed like the only one in Celestial Rainbows. The femmora was desperate, desperate to be found and loved.
Come to me...
Her voice sounded long and distant, near yet far. She needed, needed love....Plea was born to be a soulmate, yet still she was empty, alone.
Plea.
...but punch me, I punch you twice.
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Post by .:.~*~ Terenita ~*~.:. on Jan 30, 2006 18:33:44 GMT -5
Minding his own bussiness the Lord of Neutrales padded in silently, ebon daggers made shallow imprints in the ground as thin stilts carried his Pure Egyptian Arabian frame forward. As he came, unknowingly, nearer to the fae, a soft, melodic voice reached his now pricked harks. Caves flared as he sniffed for her scent, and lo and behold, the sweetest scent he had ever known. He switched his gait to a quick trot, crimson pelt rippling lusciously as his muscles worked with ease. His nape was elegantly arched by slim yet powerful muscles, noble crest held high like that of leaders. He had remebered the Darq One's warning, and it was stored in the back of his mind, as well as the Lyght One's. But, he was the Lord Of Neutrale's, and fear was not something he knew. Ruby pools caught sight of a dappled fae, interupting his thoughts. As he approached her, he slowled to a steady walk, and bowed his torso, as if she were of a higher position than he. "Greetings, fae. I heard your beautiful voice, and decided to investigate further. I am Playing With Fire, Lord Of Neutrale's. What be your dubbdance?" he asked kindly. Rojo whipcord blew slightly in the cool breeze, his banner cracking sparks as it grew harsher.
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Jan 31, 2006 13:35:12 GMT -5
But what is this, approach ye yonder?
Gentle nares flickered at the arrival of one she had awaited so long - a stallion. A gentle whinny was given, and she trotted forwards, delicate audatives ever-quivering to watch the approaching brutus.
She stood still, the hint of a smile playing on her zephyrs, and she lowered her pristinely tiara slightly at his kind words. Her gaze flickered, as she examined his beautiful frame, and was forced to withdraw her gaze from the satan's shining pelt..for the hot sun shined too high 'pon it. Her own, sweet white pelt did not shine with sleekness, but glowed in a kind of mystical way, waves of it as if the soft ocean which she so craved.
And finally, as Playing With Fire's tones faded, she turned her bright hazel gaze 'pon him, and replied, voice level, allowing one word to escape her lips, the one word that was her word.
Plea.
She said simply, flickering her cremello whipbeat. The long tassels were set into one fluid motion, as if a wave of the sea travelling up from the dry earth to her sleek rump.
Or perhaps my voids deceive me?
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Post by .:.~*~ Terenita ~*~.:. on Feb 12, 2006 20:06:43 GMT -5
Approach, dear dove...
Harks lay in their listening position as a song pierced through his mingling thoughts. Crest nodded knowingly, crimson optics observing her. Good conformation, obvious bloodlines of the Arabian. Plea would do nicely in his herd. A gently smile graced his features, welcoming whinny escaped his arm vocals. A soft zephyer blew by, lifting his wildly tangled banner from his sides. Ebon daggers moved him towards her, pistons halting his under-weight frame. "Well, Plea, wouldest thy like to join my harem at Fellh?" he asked, just a hitn of pride in his vocals.
My chosen Love.. [/color] )()Heh Heh, Polka Dot Rock... Heh Heh...()( |
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Feb 13, 2006 9:07:02 GMT -5
ooc:// Lol..I LUVV dots!I think in my past life, I was a dalmatian. :3 ic:// [glow=blue,5,300]
Ask of me now, before its too late
Soft whipbeat was suddenly caught up in a strong breeze, and as her tassels cascaded over her eyes, she snorted, and rose gracefully like an angel reborn, tossing her beautiful tiara back to let the mane fall back down her elongated neck. As she came back down, her eyes glimmered with a sort of unknown freedom that had taken years to come. A fire danced in those beautiful chasms, and at once the former Plea was ressurected(sp?) And energy pulsed through her , proclaiming her beauty to the world.
"I would be honoured"
The graceful reply came, the vocals not high and fluttery, but smooth and independent, the one of a soft herd mare that had lived too short and heard too much.
"If I dare ask, M'Lord Playing With Fire, which position shalt I be awarded?"
She asked lightly, her twin pools a glow with a kind of stubborn joy.
Will love be thy dove? Or shalt it be hate?
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Post by .:.~*~ Terenita ~*~.:. on Feb 22, 2006 18:22:24 GMT -5
I am blind, but I can see....
)()Bleh, I know the top part dosen't make sense, but it ctually does, in a wierd sort of way...()(
Smiling at her query, Fire retreated to his void for a brief moment. As an idea was sought to his maw, a harsh wind suddenly arose, attmepting to steal his words as if it was never to be. But it was to be. If the ENutrales were to show their independence, he would need all the Enutrale she could get. But Fire did not want Plea simply to have her. No, something stronger was between them. A bond. He knew what it was. He loved her. He wanted her to be with him forever. As his Lady inof Neutrales. As his mate.
"M'lady, Will you be my Lady of Neutrales, and my mate?" he asked, rather shy of his own questions. He waited for her answer, afraid she would decline.
I am deaf, but I can hear..... [/color] |
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Feb 23, 2006 12:55:14 GMT -5
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Ask of me now, before its too late
The air seemed to quiten, the birds and wildlife holding their breath suddenly, awaiting the mare's reaction.
Plea's elegant audatives swivveled in shock, and her hooves dug into the ground suddenly. Whether it was in surprise, fear or satisfaction, none could tell.
"B-but my Lord...we've only just met!"
An exclaimance was made, her beautiful chasms wide and empty. Partially she felt surprised, shocked at the sudden question. She was frightened - was this just some trick to fool her? And in a strange, panicky way, pleased. But it did not feel right. Her heart did not feel right.
She looked at the stag intently. Did she love him enough to let him go? Or to join in his rein?
Will love be thy dove? Or shalt it be hate?
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Post by .:.~*~ Terenita ~*~.:. on Apr 18, 2006 21:08:42 GMT -5
A soft sigh escaped his maw. He had done it now. Totally messed it up. How was he supposed to get across the emotions he felt for her? Letting a soft nicker escape him, he blinked once. Twice. Three times. A harsh breeze caught his banner and it now cracked sparks in the wind.
"I see. Well, if ye won't accept my offer, I understand. Will ye at least join me in my Royal Harem as a Higher Ranking mare?"
Fire's voice was quiet, as were his mind. Straining his harks for all they could hear, his nares quivered as he aaited her answer.
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