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She plundered into the realm, though with no particular disposition. Whether happy, excited, scared, or nervous one couldn't tell. Not to say she was numb and immune to feeling; her heart still beat. Just to say she was extraordinarily ordinary. She ached, craved even, for something exhilarating to happen. She wanted to live. Always she had been bound by some unseen rope, and she so wished for freedom. With the thought of some adventure her walk increased to a trot, her head high and ears pricked. Then she was reminded of the dull life she had held so far. Again she fell into a walk, head at normal height, and lobes rotated to a relaxed, almost lazy position. To be brutally honest, she didn't know how to seem interesting, different, or in anyway lustrous. Just her.

If any came she would be surprised. Only thing one might see in her is breeding stock. She could accept that. But like any femme; she wished for so much more. A knight to sweep her off her feet, a gentleman who could send roses, a lord who would cherish her. But who would? She was nothing special. Sure, nicely colored but that was about it. If she amounted to nothing it was not dampen her spirits; long ago she gave them up to someone who could put them to better use. A robot she had almost become. A routine. Even in her eyes she was dull. If horrible things were doomed to her; she would take them in stride. Nothing really disappointed her anymore, struck fear in her heart, nor frustrated her. The only emotion left standing was hope. Hope for a better tomorrow today. Not depressed, don't declassify her to it. Just a soldier who had lost her company, her commander, and her compass.

She didn't release a call into the wild to summon any wondering males. Better yet, she couldn't. Others couldn't know this, however. To them she was just another wondering homeless gal. In a way, she was so much more. In some eyes, she reflected this exactly. What of her fate she couldn't tell and could hardly decide. Did she want to continue her normal, routine, hardly exciting life? Or were these winds of change that beat about her body and tangled her tresses? A for-limb beat the earth in her indecisiveness, and the dirt that rose settled within her nostrils. A snort was required to regulate the airflow, but all that she ever accomplished was a harrowing wheeze that barely completed the job. Not exactly appealing she was sure, but at least she could breathe, yes?

And so she waited. If it took near eternity for her prince charming to arrive, then so be it. If chance required her to satisfy a blunt brute she would obligate, but still her dreams would continue. He could not keep her tied up forever; her lost yet undiscovered knight would continue to haunt her mind and taunt her heart. Never would she forget that she wanted happiness, wanted to escape this dead-beat life. She found her way deep into within the canyon walls and discovered a lonely willow. There she rested contently until one would arrive. That is, if anyone wished for one such as herself

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Blitz

Blue hued bod moved slowly and casualy accross the tera. he was not particularly on the hunt, just watching for anything to pop up. he was looking for another. yes he loved dream, but his thirst was not yet quenched. he was still a dark spirit, not one to be underestimated but not one to mess with either. he was still the arrogant blitz he had always been. he needed mares he could trust, leavl headed mares who would do his herd justice.

harks pined forward, and nares flew to the skies, the air wafted of feme. as a tracker it would be so easy to find her, but he figured he wanted to observe her for a while, make it more intresting for him. he noticed the canyon that she had moved into. and the stayed a safe distance back, as he watched her. she was a pretty thing, gold undertone with white patches all over her bodice. she did not show any emotion, almost like she was dead to the world. this intrested blitz very much. he watched her for a while, he stood down wind of her so she could not tell he was watching. he studied her every move, he had to get a good picture before ever decideing to make a move. then he decided it was about time to make himself known for he could not stock her all day.. so out of the shadows, his blue hued frame moved slowly and nonthretingly.

Good Day m'lady.. my calling is blitz..may i be so graced in knowing yours?

I guess you could call that cleshe, but he did not know how else to adress the feme. he stood back giving her space he did not want her to feel traped, she looked strong, surely she would adress him in return.

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Most individuals, male or female, equine or no, when left idle for any amount of time tend to ponder. It could be about anything or anyone, but the point being made it that their mind thinks. Not hers. Sapphire ooids were merely mirrors to the outside world; information -as it came- was absorbed, and nothing more. Perhaps an aud might flick every so often, but no expression strained facade, nor any muscles made a movement. Nothing of any significance took place; breathing quiet as it was steady. If there were one unwise enough may take it for simply a portrait up against the canyon walls. She hadn't shut the world out, ignoring all but her own pulse. Simply had stopped expecting to produce anything worthwhile for her. But here she was, asking for a new home. Hope was still present, with room for little else.

She had heard him long before she saw him. When one is surrounded in silence nearly every waking moment, other senses become more acute. Such sensitive auditories could pick up the rustling of the wind 'neath his heels as he approached. The vagabond was tainted one of the mixed; deep charcoal with enough sprinkling of alabaster that he was tinted as some dark sky, and his physique nearly screamed raw -yet under complete control- power and strength. The beast could easily tear her limb from limb if she didn't usher in a gallop quite soon, and the permenant marks residing upon his pelt only supported this fact. But as he got closer, right before vocals were put to use, she saw more. There was a gentleness in his step; maliciousness did not gleam from those deep orbs. He wasn't planning on being anything too far from civilized, it seemed. Either that, or he was one heck of an actor. Still, nothing about the femme was modified during his advance, 'cept now listeners gave him due attention.

After he had spoken, blond femme twisted her torso slightly as to be almost directly head-on with him. Only polite, and she was not without manners. Tiara nodded slightly to acknowledge that she had indeed heard and interpreted his message. Salutations, dear Blitz... or so her mind read. Alas, she gazed at him quietly, with caramel dial uplifting slightly as if about to speak, yet she did not break the silence. Soft indigo pools gazed gently at the stallion, with but a trace of longing situated in them.

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Blitz

Saphire hued frame stood at a stand still as he watched the golden fae infront of him turn and state her greating. she did not grace him with a name, not yet atleast. he moved from piller to piller and his banner moved ever so slightly by a small breeze that had picked it up. blueish occs looked at her, hopeing to see what he was looking for. but he saw alot more than what he expected. he stared as if to stare into her soul, he was intruiged by her complexity and wanted to know all he could. she was diffrent from any other mare he had stumbled upon, not vicious or week, she was just..there. this puzzled him very much, why would a mare feel so alone as to shut of the rest of the world to emotion to feeling. he could see it in her eyes, she wanted to feel, but he did not know if she knew how.

He moved forward slightly, not to corner her, but to just be closer. her energy was that of nothing he had ever felt before. it was irresistable to him. she longed for something, maybe company or maybe just someting to make her mind think, either way he was here and was going to do all he could to make her speak her mind.

My dear lady, if i may be so bold, what is it that troubles you so, you look as if life has forsaken you in some awful way.

he looked at her with occs running wild. he had not exactly gotten the best reputation with the other equines of the empires because of his hot temper, but that is to be expected. he kind of felt like they had a connection, outcasts. he only hoped that she did not here of his past endevors already.

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/ / ooc; just a lil fyi/reminder - she is a mute, and cannot speak ^-^

Auds remained glued on the brute; attention seemed cast to him. there was a moment of utter silence and stillness before the skin above shoulder blades twitched as if to shoo away the nuisance of flies. ooids gazed at him, still just mirrors of the world 'round them, still void of anything remotely emotional. yet there was a flicker in their depths, that if one had been staring, might have caught it. it was for but an instance, but was still something. perhaps this newfound facade was interest? this will have been her... fourth or fifth time out trying to find a new home. her first she had gone to one of the 'blunt' brutes. he had delivered several of the scars that marred her caramel coat, but it was her silence in the end that ultimately saved her. the caeser couldn't stand it anymore and so released her. the second stud had been gentle and kind, but merely had given her a home. he was more interested in all the pretty mares of the talkative type; but this had been her best abode by far. she could only hope for this type once more. after him she had become enslaved by a hulking obsidian beast; for some-odd reason he grew attached, yet knew not how to express himself and mocked her every chance he received, the beatings there were to the mind, and nothing more. for all she knew he might still be searching for her. the last place she dare call home was under a young stud, yet he shared his grass and nothing more.

Life hadn't really been cruel; it simply appeared it cared little for this wonderer. of course, this was understandable. if she was male she wouldn't want her either, the only thing she may be called 'easy on' would be the eyes. but the flicker of interest that had appeared only momentarily was because felt as if... something linked these two strangers. feeling the ghost of a chance connection, most females might at least grant a smile or two, lighten up the day. not her. yes, she had hope a plenty. but this one was not one to go counting her chickens before they hatched. and so expression remained as a stone, though with an ever slightly more cheerful undertone.

Tiara was tilted a bit sideways, as if scrutinizing the vagabond. not at all to be taken offensively, just being curious as many equines tended to. again, she was not depressed, just had stop expecting anything decent to show, though still deeply wished for it to. labrums were licked as if moistening to speak, yet once again she left the behemoth in silence

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Blitz

Once again, she did not speak, she just looked at him. almost like she wanted to speak, but could not. this puzzled him deeply. and he really did not know how to take her. she was like a stone, never changeing, there but everyone looks over it, because there is nothing speical about it. but he saw something in her that was diffrent, but not in a bad way, she was intresting to him, he wanted to know about her, but could not, to him she was like a forbiden object, you can look but never really understand.

He too tilted his head slightly, trying to figure out why she did not speak, nothing seemed to be wrong with her vocal cords, no scars in that general area. maybe her voice had gotten her into trouble in the past. that could be the cause of this mares silence. but even as her vocals did not come, her body and eyes talked for her, she had her own way of comunication, quiet. she looked as if she could use a herd, maybe that would help her out some. but he was not sure if she wanted it. he wanted her, if not for her beauty, for her untelling mind. her mind told stories to itself, that he longed to know. she compelled him to know more, he wanted to get inside her head, to know truely what she was thinking.

He moved to her side, examining its every curve, she was beautiful, in every way. he spoke to her, even if she would not speak back, he found it a gesture of his longing.
Dear Mare, i see your hurt, i feel it. I dont know how to help you, but if you wish it, you may stay with my herd. but only if you wish it. maybe she would go, maybe not.. but he really wished he would be graced the oppertunity to crack her locked mind.

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/ / ooc; again, so very very sorry

Gentle sapphire eyes watched the brute scrutinize. for a few fleeting moments disappointment rose in her gut. was that that look once more? that look that classified her as worthless, no more than some machine to produce offspring? just something to add to a collection? but no, the emotion was gone before it had even arrived. the look seemed to be one of understanding, or at least an attempt at it. this wasn't her first rodeo being 'claimed', mind you, but this was a different outlook on it for her. this meeting was one like she had never experienced before. did one actually care to help her for the pure sake of it? could this... be her knight in shining armor? she dare not let her mind even ponder the thought; didn't think she could savor the bitter taste of disappointment again.

As the dual hued stud approached her, there was only the slighest twitch of an ear. she was silent, as usual, and quite still. if he had wanted to hurt her he would've done it already, or was biding his time for another moment. besides, fear was quite the stranger to both her body and eyes. nevertheless, ooids watched his every move closely, incase this was all an act to move in closer. but when calming words reached auds, most of what could be soothed was. no, she had not fallen madly in love like some struck filly. just relief that comes with a gentle touch and kind, reassuring words. it wasn't the future she was looking forward to, rather relishing the moment.

When he was alongside and his song sung, tiara twisted to him. serpentine stretched, labrums quivering as they came nearer to glossy pelt. but movement ceased, the thought of touch fell by the wayside. lets not bite off more than one could chew; but her decision of acceptance was clear, and the invitation was very much appreciated. just, for a moment, felt this may have been a daydream. but as nares became closer and his aroma stronger and the heat reflecting off that mass of muscle was clearly felt, the touch no longer was necessary. a sort of kindness seeped into eyes, but only a trace. she would not jump the gun; taking this journey only one step at a time. silhouette was still, yet now there was a tightness, a readiness to follow wherever he may lead laying in wait beneath caramel canvas.

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Blitz

Sill no lyerics graced his ears, it was strange to see an equine who could not speak. or atleast he had never seen one. she was just a stone, tosed arround by lifes cruel game. his heart ached to know her name, to know what to call her by, but he was not a mind reader, and that ever so taunting name he wished for, would never come.

Cobalt frame moved pranced arround her, dodgeing left and right, he moved flowingly and with grace. his auds flicked forward and then back, extending his maw out to hers, showing his defined neck musscles. he shifted his weight from piller to piller, trying to get her to understand he was going to take care of her.
he truned his body away from hers, and let out a snort, not in disaproval, but delight.
Come now Dear, you will never have to face the day alone forever more. and he moved a few steps forward. stoping to turn his crown back to her, watching to see if she would accompany him.

she was truely diffrent. she was not old, and she was not dumb, so why any stallion would turn her away, or not take her with them was beyond him. she was beautiful and bright, she just could not speak, a deffinate damper on any conversation, but the fact was, she was special and deserved just as much protection and love as the next equine, being able to speak or not. although he was still not quite sure if she could not speak, or wether she choose not to speak, that would come with due timeing, if and when she decided to trust him.

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/ / ooc; excellent post! this poor girl has really been through a lot, so i'm happy for her xD n sorry, muse is just gone at the moment... looking for stock to make her her own picture! so writing muse morphed into manip muse... i'm weird, I know 0.o

What a unique sensation... there seemed to be a sort of fluttering, airy feeling now present in chest cavity, and mind didn't seem quite up to par concentrating. what was this? a home... one that genuinely cared? ruhe couldn't believe her good fortunes, and quite frankly she felt like either jumping straight up in relish, or giving him a soft nuzzle of gratitude. either way, she knew immediately she wouldn't do either. in fact, from an outside point of view her features hadn't changed at all. this feeling with eerily familiar; she had been promised homes before, yes. but twice had the brute seemed sincere. first time, he lost interest. second, it was a false facade. scolding herself for jumping to conclusions, nerves -or whathaveyou- were settled immediately, yet eyes gazed yearningly at this blitz, wishing to thank him for his generousity...

Tiara held itself a little higher, and step held just a trace more spirit. oh why hadn't she thought of it before?! she had learned this trick and put it to use her second time being 'claimed'... didn't really feel a need after that. they didn't care, so why should she? the golden fae had become so distant that she had forgotten to take another's feeling into consideration. perhaps this would show the kind prince how much she truly appreciated his gesture? deep down, she had always hoped that someone would recognize her name... her bloodline... and point the way back home, or directions to one that had been there in her early days. but the chances she knew were slim to none, and so rarely allowed her mind to dwell there.

Appendages ushered in movement, and with cat-like grace that ran true in veins that she usually hid from others brought silhouette alongside his. careful not to touch him -it had been a long time since any kind of touch brought her good tidings-, her own maw was slightly extended to his own, mainly to bring his attention to her but for a few moments more. realizing how bold her actions had become, stilts resumed slow, careful movements and eyes regained stone apperance, that flicker of fire within receeding. heels went a few paces before him, then slowly spun so was perpendicular with the beast. looking at him softly, stealing one last glance, golden fae then looked to the earth. lifting a for-leg with careful -slightly shaky- accuracy, the tip of talon began to etch in the clear, slightly sandy area. for a few moments the mare worked on this newfound task, then movement ceased as soon as it began. it was crude, yes, but she was out of practice and it was all she could do at the moment.

there, sketched in the soil 'neath her honey frame, were four letters;

R-u-h-e

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*Alabaster frame did not move as the fae danced around him. He watched her with a curriosity that he had not noticed before. She was an elegant mover and one who comanded attention even when she could use no words to express it. Her poetic gestures and movements called the stage to action and her use of lure was astonishing. He dipped his crown low as she began to lift her daggers to etch something in the soft earth below. As letters began to appear he began to realize what she was doing. She was spelling her name! It was amazing to him, finaly he would know the name of the princess that had none. He watched as she finished the last letter, and finaly her name came to view. Ruhe.. What a lovely name, for such a lovely damsel. "Ruhe" he said with a smile. The word fell beautifuly from his maw, and how nice it was to finaly be able to say it. He watched her now, awiting any sign that she was happy that he knew. He extended his muzzle to hers now, touching her slightly on the side of the face. He wanted her to know that she was home now, with someone that truely did care about her. He lowerd his head and tossed his tangled blue forelock from his eyes. Then turned to face her once more. "Ready to go Ruhe? I am going to take you home now." He said with a smile. His eyes watched for any clue that she was not happy with the decision. He would have to learn to read her every emotion change in her eyes. and for her, he was willing to try. If she was willing to let him.

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ooc / / but what if she can't scream? xD sorry, tired so random

Words cannot describe the bliss that nearly suffocated both mind and heart. Thoughts had pondered almost pleadingly that this day might arrive. In deepest consciousness, she ached for a knight. Someone to right all the wrongs, someone to justify things... someone that she could smile and think "It was all worth it". Heart ached to rush to him, to feel some strength and security that was long overdue. Yes, she knew herself to be a 'strong' femmora both physically and mentally - but rest was also long overdue. An almost heavy -odd- sensation pulled at her heart, as if all the fatigue had just now caught up with her, and heart was saying it was exhausted. It was tiring of holding out. Tired of waiting for her turn. Had it arrived in a roan package? Mind put a damper on things - this had happened before. Another brute had made all the same promises. But this brujo... beneath a rough strong facade she sensed an honesty she had never known. Oh, how she longed to fully trust in him, to be confident in the fact that she could finally go to a home. But so soon? More waiting was required. Yes, to a certain degree she did trust this Blitz. But nagging experience told her to camp out longer - time would reveal his true intentions. She hoped to whatever god there was that they were honest and good in nature. A hurt from him would be hard to recover from.

When he uttered her name, something that had never happened occurred. Goosebumps spread under muscles - a slight shiver raking through silhouette. Of course, this was all under canvas so the outside was clueless, though during this activity eyes looked both content and surprised. A sign? A soft snort that bordered a sigh escaped between labrums. It was a sigh of finally. Undertone of muscles relaxed - she was at ease. Yet eyes still burned with a fiery desire. Porcelain facade gazed at the gladiator eagerly, ready to follow wherever he may lead.

It was odd. Normally when one was so blunt and bordering commanding she took offense to it. But when he told her she was coming home, it came like a wave of relaxation. She was going home and didn't question the possibility of his not being perfect. In fact, he could live in a hole in the ground but the fact that it was hers and he would be nearby made it seem paradise. She had never known a long term (as in, more than a handful of weeks) abode, and looked forward to the feeling. Just please let him remain as is. Another scar on heart and she doubted she would ever try again. Ruhe was an odd one. All this emotion within and yet facade remained near emotionless. Besides reading like stone, she did not hide her eagerness. Azul lanterns glowed intently, watching and waiting for Blitz to move out

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ooc: Then no one will hear her scream lol

* He positioned himself a few paces in front of her. Her anticipation was growing and he could realize easy now that she was ready. He wanted her to feel at ease with him, and for that matter she really did look at ease. but as past experiences have told him, never judge a book by its cover. Something he was gifted though was the ability to read energy and hers was that of calm and collectedness. He wanted to keep it that way.He looked at her standing beside him. Yes he could see her standing there beside him in his lands, one day as the lead of the herd. But those thoughts would be put off for now. Homeward bound it was. He leaned over with a sly grin and slightly nipped her shoulder in play. ushering her to follow him. And just like that, once more he was a blue blur across the fields.

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This thred between Blitz and Rhue is Finished lol i have been meaning to move it to the archives but just have not done it yet. If you want to you can move it to a new thred and wait for someone to come to you.