-- And We'll Be Dancing In The Moonlight..

[.. Arya >>Christine<< Kudos ..]

Soft moonlight washed over the trees surrounding the meadow, blades of greenery rippled, yielding to the soft night wind. The air was fresh, and scented with the smell of spring, the sound of new life. It was God's paradise, every living creature had been given breath by him, and one day, they would die - and make room for another generation.

Soft sounds eachoed through the clearing, the grinding of ivories as an equine devoured her midnight snack, watched only by the waning moon, on its last stop before it disappeared completely, swallowed by the emtpy vacuum of space.

In a way, this was like the vixen's own life, the way she had been kicked out of her birth harem, forced to leave for an injustice she did not give. Daggers rested calmly on the firm, solid earth below, giving her a sturdy foundation. Elegantly carved tiara rose only a few inches from the tall blades of yellow green, nares inflating and deflating in rythm to the beating of her heart. Soft azure pools gazed calmly at her meal, surprisingly loving for a fae wandering out alone.

The night was dark, though bright around the fae, her honey hued pelt illuminating the moon, casting a spotlight on her, and only her. No one could take the night away..

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[.x.~Jazz~.x.]

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It was unknown for a Lyght horse to be travelling at night, most of all a Lead stallion. But who was he, to be following the traditions of nowhere? And if he had, would Avalanche not be what he was now?
Softened daggers three-beated across the moonlit ground. He was not a giant horse, average in height, but steely muscles rippled under sienna-coated pelt. His eyes were what struck newcomers most - a bright, icy blue, the spirit of the mountains reflected for ever more within.
But he was not blind - if he had been, his gaze would not have rested on the illustrious beauty of a mare 'pon whom his beat was targeted now.
He approached gradually, nickering lightly, for he did not wish to startle her. He inclined his head, showing that he thought them to be equals, although his strong bodice and high-held crania rebelled against that. Nonetheless, this was his element. And this would be his mare.


"Greetings, fair Lady. I be Avalanche, Lord of the Lyghts. And what, if I may ask, be the christening of so fine a fatale?"


He spoke lightly, truthfully. A fine example of what the Lyght race echoed in his steps.

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[.. Arya >>Christine<< Kudos ..]

(x.x Gotta go to bed, I'm sneaking in a couple of minutes and can't resist posting.. Forgive my shortness and crapiness)

The presence of another startled Arya, for even as a little filly she liked to be alone, seldom seen giggling and prancing with the other fillies in her harem. The soft moonlight grayscaled everything, leaving only neutral colors.. Or at least in nature. The brute before her seemed vivid, even in the dead of night. Those striking sapphire pools, vivid and demanding. Her own azure ones seemed plain and belittling in comparison, as they were drawn to his gaze..

Arya, I wander about the united field, M'Lord

She replied, tone strained, as if calculating every word slowly, turning it over in her mind and on her tongue until they were perfected. Vocals were soft, disturbing the night ecosystem only slightly. Femme's exquisite tiara was now raised, elegant nape curved and held as if in model of a fawn. The vixen's years were still young, and her bodice still that of a filly, with delicate structures and hardly curved ivories. Nevertheless, she was quite a sight to behold.. Had it not been the loneliness and hunger for attention those haunting pools held..

[.x.~Jazz~.x.]

ooc:// awww...cute egg! I'll see if I can squish 1 onto my siggy! probably not though...And i'm changing the colors slightly. Its kinda hard to read...
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The moon was soundless as it steadily rolled through the thick, gathering crowds, a fly amongst the cold, dark hands of spiders. The light casted a slightly eerie ray 'pon the femme who stood before Avalanche, but in his eyes she was bathed in a holy sunlight.
Arya...it was a beautiful name, he realised. His piercing, demanding gaze skidded over her features, and halted at her chasms once more...such a fine, precise, delicate bodice...


"Arya..."


He murmured, the sole word travelling up his throat and down his tongue to cause a soft collision with the cold night air. He could taste the sweetness on his tongue, and a strange sense seemed to envelope his feelings...suddenly, all he could see, scent, touch, taste and feel seemed to echo of the fae's tranquil beauty. Only the sixth sense, wisdom, niggled at the back of his mind...what was this? it seemed to inqure.
The Lord snorted, shaking his head irritably. It was just the moonlight, he told himself testily. The dark is not a place that Lyghts usually enjoyed.


"So, m'Lady..."


He said finally, taking a step forwards with his voids twinkling generously.


"Does thy have a place to call home as of yet?"


It was clear what he was hinting on, for the stallion was not a sweet liar. No, only Appetite For Destruction excelled at that art...

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[.. Arya >>Christine<< Kudos ..]

(xD Thanks! I just got bored.. It looks bad in there, but oh well.. I'm not quite sure what I want Arya to be yet, guess I'm just kinda RPing along.. You got a plan?)

The stud's straightforwardness startled Arya slightly, though she knew that the question would have had to come soon. Every male who approached in the claiming grounds had a reason, why would he be so different?

Azure pools clouded over, reminiscent of a pure blue day, when dark rain clouds suddenly crowded in. The darker things in life always had more power, this she realized. Was newer really better? Neon lights overshined stars, though it was obvious that stars were much more pure. In a way, she was like that, a pure soul dominated by the hardships life brought.

Though the femme was undenyingly beautiful, she had many downfalls, especially in the worst place - her persona. Courage was desperately needed here, along with overcoming the natural shyness and uncomfortableness she felt around other equines. One or two at night was fine, when darkness covered her and she felt safe. In this big world, those who were different were marked as strange and pushed aside, in the darkness she was no different from any other.. No one could see her.

I have none, M'Lord, though I must admit I have not spent time and effort searching for one..

Soft tones echoed, their light whispers seeming to melt into thin air, though an average equine could have heard them, or at least caught a glimpse of the harmony they provided. The brute was quite near now, and every hearbeat of his was heard quite plainly, her own blood rushing away to her tiara - a mile a minute.

What would come next?

[.x.~Jazz~.x.]

ooc://Well...I was kinda thinking of making her Alpha Female... Kinda spoilt the surprise now. Sorry kinda short...like I said, being murdered in a sea of homework.
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No emotion escaped from the stag's friendly smile, except an aura of joy and lightness. But that could not be helped, for weren't he the Lord of Lyghts?
He shifted his hooves slightly uncomfortably. The next question was one to be expected, but he was slightly nervous of how she would reply.

"Arya..may I be blessed with your presence of my terrain, Brythem?"

He said finally, swift gaze slipping to the ground like butter once more. This wasn't how he liked to welcome newcomers to Brythem..but it was done now .

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[.. Arya >>Christine<< Kudos ..]

(xD I can't really say 'same', but I'm obsessing over Ragnarok right now.)
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An eternity seemed to pass before Arya too, looked away. The femme had been waiting for the question, slowly anticipating it, hoping it would not come, but still it did. However, though her features showed blunt annoyance, a narrowing of her pools and tensing of her tendons, inwardly she was pleased. Someone had offered her a home, a place where she could have purpose..

It is me who would be honored..

Echoed simply, though vocals showed gratitude and a rare tint of shyness. Rare, because she didn't usually show her fear of rejection in front of others - they were her private feelings..

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[.x.~Jazz~.x.]

ooc:// Lol...what's Ragnarok?
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Avalanche realised too late that Arya had tried to postpone the question that had already escaped his smooth zephyrs. His audatives swivveled backwards slightly, but his chasms suddenly lit with a translucent fire as the femma finally accepted.


"I am grateful, M'Lady..."


He said softly, swishing his whipbeat as he unconciously stepped forwards a little. Now came the second question - one he did not know the answer to either. He would have preffered to choose it himself, but something about this petite, beautiful mare made him wish to make her stay at Brythem as friendly as possible.


"And what position is it that you wish to take at Brythem?"


Although already there was a slight idea in his mind...one that he did not wish to voice yet, however.

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[.. Arya >>Christine<< Kudos ..]

(Demented Online RPG xD.. can't help but love smashing cg monsters though.)

Arya had been through quite a lot that day, pressing her limits on quite a few levels and in quite a few places. It wasn't that she was weak, though perhaps she wasn't quite strong either, but not many could gain a new home, position, and King all in one day. Not many equines who were accustomed to solitude.

A nervous aura suddenly appeared about the femme, her azure pools clouding over and skimming over the brute's at a frightening speed. Small beads of perspiration appeared on her honey hued pelt, adding to its sheen but not to her comfort. Daggers skimmed the earth lightly, causing her bodice to shift every so often. Tapered tiara was held higher than usual, nares flared.

I'm afraid that it's not in my place to decide, M'Lord..

Came the soft reply, echoing through the vast meadow as the first hint of light appeared in the sky - the moon was fading away...

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[.x.~Jazz~.x.]

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The moon shifted, giving birth to a new day, a new light. Avalanche smiled slightly as the soft rays cascaded over his chocolate pelt. He reared back on his pistons, fore daggers levitating only a few inches above the ground before he touched down gently.


"Of course. But for now, I shall place you as a Higher Class Mare."


He answered lightly, turning west wards to where his land lay, Brythem. How he missed the everlasting warmth that enveloped every living creature within...


"When you're ready,"


He reminded gently, preparing for the swift journey back, homewards...

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