Try again

[horsespirit]

Try again...
You know you want me,
But I hate you.
If you're someone else,
I'll welcome you.

I might never love,
I am of the wind,
Of the shifting sand.
Freedom I am.

You can't take away my freedom,
So don't try.

Try smaller,
Try to be my friend.

Ivory bodice stood on a sand dune, her daggers' prints erased on the sand by the dry breezes that swirled around. Her tassels and banner danced with it in silent harmony. Ebonite daggers stayed above the sand not sinking, she was use to it, she was born of it. This was her element, she wanted to find someone to talk to as a friend. Though for that, she was only comfertable to try in her element, the element that protected her with help from two true friends when a stupid tracker stallion dared try to claim her, posses her, and kill her. She stamped her dagger in the sand to have it spray up and around, though the evidence that she had just stamped her dagger was gone within a few seconds, the sand erasing all.

A vivid blue sky hung over head, like curtains in a play. Fluffy wisps and bloated clouds drifted lazily by, the blazing sun beat down on her back and the desert. She was scouting from her high dune to find someone to talk with, a friend. Though she was on her gaurd, because she knew anything could come along.

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ooc // if you were planning something with someone... then just tell me and I shall make him vanish =]

i scarlet pistons beat evenly on the loam, though there were several times when body had to shift to climb the difficult dunes. the vagabond did not find them complicated nor overly hard a task - simply fact that rolling hills are more agreeable than windy sand. that said, this unique task appealed to the senses. it was not everyday that this stud went meandering upon sand dunes - this was simple knowledge. but just because one is not an expert does not mean one cannot enjoy an activity. never had Valor conquered dune after dune, and so he promised that today, he would. challenges against mother nature were always the most enduring and memorable.

ii the wine colored male had been at it for hours - light sweat swept silhouette and it seemed he was doused in a light cover of sand. a fool could mistake him for a roan. the exercise was not overly hard, it was just that it was working different muscles. perspiration might be more dominate if the Sun wouldn't keep stealing that natural coolant. stilts came down to a walk, and a long soft exhale escaped from lungs. a beacon of light caught his eye upon a distant dune, but he paid it little mind... mirages were commonplace. and so crown was lowered; steps became greatly elevated. nostrils dilated looking for the perfect spot. the smell of rare aqua hit sensors, and he headed that direction. turns out, a petite oasis was just on the underside of the next dune. had only a handful of palm trees and a minuscule creek, but it was more than enough. deep burgundy beast sipped from the liquid. after a few short moments, a for-leg thrashed the water's edge to get some neighboring sand drenched. satisfied with his mess, the lord lowered his great mass to the ground. for several minutes the stallion rolled across the sand - the sand was an excellent candidate to sooth an itchy back.

iii Valor remained on the ground a few short minutes before rising. the beast didn't bother to shake himself semi-clean. the existing sand would protect him from burns and at the moment he had no one to look presentable to. animations carried him to one of the nearby trees, and took refuge from the heat under its blissful shade. tired? nah. just refreshing a bit before continuing on

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[horsespirit]

Try again...
A new face,
A new chance.

Though is this streak like the Blitzing one?
Will it bring streaks of scarlet blood,
With it's presents.

Do not questioin my waverying,
Additude.

Blood on the sand gained life,
It was no blood,
It was a figure,
A horse...

I'll try out at first,
Though I am a fae,
Weaker than a stallion.

Not in spirit though.
I still take flight like a mirage,
It would be like I had never been there.

A splotch of rusty red blood like figure appeared coming around. It moved and as it seemed to spot me but kept moving I watched intently as it went on toward the oasis she used, though haven't been to for a long time. She had just gotten to this place yesterday and hadn't need to drink during that time. No scent of her would be there for the horse to smell. The breezes were in her favor and so they blew her way and she could smell that the horse was a stallion. Brute came intently to her mind, but he wasn't the blue brute that threatened to kill her and she came out alive and free. Does this figure even know that she was there? Probably not since he gave her a passing glance.

She watched as he drank, rolled in the sand, not shaking it off and then rested in the shade. She figured now was the best time of any to go down and see who this stranger was who found her oasis.

Ebonite daggers carried her down the dune with grace as she flowed over the shifting sands. She was use to them, it was natural to her to flow over them. Grace like a cat's you could say. Her ivory pelt shown brightly in the sunlight in which beat down on her back. She should've gone down to her little oasis before now.

As she stopped in the shade a respectful distance away from the stallion so that she could take flight if needed as well. She dipped her head in the slightest so that it could even be counted as a nod. "Well come to my element," she said, obivously refering to the sand. Her dark brown lanturns flickered with a warning and a welcome. An odd mix of emotions to show together.

OOC- No he can be here, Cantora hasn't told me anything else about what she had mentioned.

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i deep chestnut frame inhaled and exhaled softly in its niche below the palm. the shade was cooling, a relief in contrast to the dry cracked air and parched soil. if this little oasis could produce enough foliage, this wouldn't be too bad a place to set up camp. however, he was a hefty eater. hey - he was a mature stallion that was fit in every aspect of the word. with such physical requirements (besides him taking pleasure in mere exercise) this brute's appetite was normal. but here, under this shade - thought of food was nonexistent. in fact, the idea of being alone in such a serene place was almost comforting. that said, Valor was built for the plain - to conquer the sand did not come natural to him. call him the odd male, but this vagabond found comfort here. he felt the satisfaction of a job well done and the contentment of having done some good. was he one of the few brutes who did not have females on his mind as the breeding season approached? very likely.

ii call him soft, but he believed in rights. mares had a soul, they breathed, their hearts' pumped, their legs went where directed. to force them to think on his terms was insulting. besides, any deed done with the others consent was always better off. that said, he was not a push-over. yes, his patience could be stretched for a cycling, pregnant, or simply moody mare. part of life. however, one that was constantly snapping, griping, complaining, or just overall wanted to do nothing for herself? he'd leave them be. if they had no urge to help themselves then neither would he. now, if they had a scarred past and were simply too immune to good-will or numb to care anymore - that was a different story. but the ones with no excuse? he'd push them in the right direction to a more suitable stallion. yes, this might seem harsh to some. but Valor really could never turn a face down or leave one without shelter for the night. sound complicated? he really isn't, if you get to know him.

iii he smelt the vixen before he saw or heard her. immediately, he felt the urge to make himself more presentable. but no; she had sought him, not the other way around. if some odd looks were cast his way he'd clean up, but otherwise he'd remain as is. the alabaster silhouette descended a dune with grace untold. he tackled them like a colt learning to walk; she conquered them with more grace than a dancer. here, this one was home. even without the sun glinting off ivory coat; here, she shined.

iv warm hazel ooids watched as the fae settled herself opposite of him; confident yet not arrogant. the perfect blend. apparently that glint he had seen earlier was no mirage. though white arabian mares do seem something out of a dream... Valor watched softy until the female spoke. odd words they were, though they brought the slightest smile to his face. the words were not needed, he could tell she was born of the desert - sand would always run through veins. her stance did not please him. he would never bring harm to unwary creatures, especially just a bypassing mare. and to be honest, the whole situation caught him off guard. the cardinal stallion remained as he was when she approached; not a physical difference save for the softening of his face. he returned her nod with a slightly more exaggerated one. not knowing quite what to say...

Thank you for having me

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v yes, it held the slightest dose of humor within since no one could technically own this particular terrain. and yet, there was zero sarcasm in his tone. it was genuine; he was glad to have experienced this. since he wasn't sure if he was the protagonist, he said no more[/blockquote][/size][/color]

[horsespirit]

A sign,
Be it good or bad,
It has shown itself.

The roan looking stallion wasn't roan. She could see the sand that still rested in his chesnut pelt. Warm hazel lanturns had watched her as she came down and settled and now her dark lanturns searched his. His nod was over kill, she wouldn't loosen her gaurd for an overly polite stallion either. She heard slight humor and an unsure tone under his words and figured that he was not prepared to meet a fae out here or was deciding between thoughts in his mind. She hoped it was the first.

He said no more, and gave a space of time for her to speak. She had always figured that stallions were more direct than this, but it was her turn for that role. She knew some faes were gabberjaws at times, though also stallions could be too. She turned over her thought quickly and then put words to it, she was no shy fae. She did care about others, but she was one of the types that stayed free and fought for faes' rights. She hope that she didn't have to talk like that to this stallion.

"What do you think about how your kind treats faes?" she asked with a stern undertone. This was a safe place for her to ask that question straight out. She wanted to know, she would strain her harks when he talked to search for any lie. To listen and see if he would just tell her what she would want to hear.

She knew that this little oasis wouldn't last long if he and she stayed here for more than a small space of time. That she would have to move on and he return to where ever he might live or die in the sands. She had found old bones from creatures that weren't ment to be in the desert before. She would find another oasis, she usually remembered where oasises are because of them being places to support life.

The sun had moved a few degrees while this was happening. It made new shadows form and deform on the stallion's pelt and her's. She hadn't yet learned his name and he hadn't learned her's. She figured that she would ask after she heard his answer because then she would know if she should take flight from the chestnut.

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i caramel ooids watched the female. she was quite different from the majority of females. of course, she -perhaps unknowingly- shared a great many characteristics with them. but it was her distinct different attributes that intrigued. she moved and spoke with authority, though most likely she held no throne. her step was both graceful yet purposeful. this here seemed to be a mare that both knew what she wanted and would settle for nothing less. and with it all, she was not arrogant. confident, yes, but not conceited. this, he must converse with. here was something worthy of any body's respect.

ii Valor was glad that she chose to speak first. guiltily, he'd admit his conscience had wondered. eyes had remained locked onto hers as a sign of respect- peripheral vision was feasting. not to say he thought of her as some piece of eye candy -though she was, as much as she might dislike it-, but he was simply admiring her as any could admire the sun set or a field of wildflowers. mother nature created it - anyone and anything was free to at least look. and really, that was all he was doing. no sinful thoughts approached mind or ill intentions creep into his head. honestly, he was pondering what he was going to say. naturally, he'd be honest, but just wasn't sure what to say. unlike himself, he felt almost shy around this one. almost. stance remained unmoved, save for the fact that hind legs switched their resting position.

My kind?

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iii for a few instances he was clueless - he was a kind? then the obvious of it surfaced, and he felt a fool. ah well, his words had already been spoken - no use in trying to get them back. mind recycled her question to to digest it properly - otherwise what good would his answer do? she had asked an honest question and it was only natural for him to give an honest answer.

Distasteful. Too many fancy themselves some high and mighty stallion - that mares are merely reproducers, that they cannot hold an intellectual conversation, cannot rule a country, or do anything noteworthy. While, in fact, most females are smarter. Many are stronger in situations when physical brawn is of no use. With males, a conflict can only be ended one way. With mares, I feel, it is a more dangerous situation. A female scorned has many ways to hurt... Stallions need to wake up and see that they aren't the only intelligent ones. Any mare can do whatever a stallion can -save for reproducing aspect- if she has the pluck to do it. And the pluck needed isn't any form of physical strength - its the courage to rise above boundaries and expectations...

Personally, I am waiting for that day to dawn. Expectantly.[/i]

iv if the alabaster snorted and turned and departed it would be understandable. one would think that since he had pondered his reply it would be less gibberish. in reality, the words just flowed from mouth as thoughts. if she needed any clarifying of what he had spoken, she should more than go ahead and ask (and for this reason eyes glowed at her, waiting to pick up on any inquiries she might have). if he upset her it was accidental, for he found his views on mares treatment quite like-able. but were mares and stallions equal? of course not. just as any two stallions or any two mares were not equal. none had the exact same experiences, childhood, gifts, losses, etc. no one was equal, though they were all on the same playing field[/color][/blockquote][/size]

ooc // not his fault he's so confusing, for i am tired 0.o[/size][/i]

[horsespirit]

A good Surprise

Her dark lanturns stayed with his lanturns as she talked and as he did too. His seemed to play honesty, truth, the one thing that she never thought to see from any stallion other than her friend's. It was hard for her to not judge someone by glimpses for her. Though as he stood there, he seemed to be a truth teller, honesty was formed in his lanturns and his speech. It seemed like he was a stallion to be trusted... For now. She wasn't an easy one to give out trust to stallions any more unless she went up to them, but who could blame her after what happened before with one? She had to get over it, but it left her mind not as flexable while dealing with stallions.

A slightly humid breeze swept through and she saw in the edge of her lanturns as the stallion's mane caressed around his neck softly and danced back to position. She felt her own mane and tail do such a thing too, but it was more interesting to see it on the stallion since she couldn't see it, she could only feel the hairs. Though she kept her lanturns pointed at the stallion to not give a hint of her wondering. She was sure the stallion himself would be doing the same to her, that's just how she knew stallions could be. She wasn't sure if he was one like that, but most were.

She heard his clueless tone with his first words. His kind. Yes, stallions if it wasn't clear enough, though a ghost of a look of 'really?!' crossed her face and vanished. This stallion looked of one that could lead a herd, he was out here in the desert though so she couldn't be sure. As he stated his answer while twisting it in a few loops and back on itself a few times, she could understand what he meant. He thought mare were treated badly and the stallions dumb to keep viewing mare like that. She was surprised that he said this about his own kind but was happy of the answer. She saw no trickery in his eyes or otherwise as she searched him as he had spoke.

He was different, like she was. Well kind of like she was since you couldn't really say how they were different very well. "It's amazing to me that you think that of your own kind. You are defiently not one who think like that, I see. What is your name? Mine is Luna," she said more relaxed and didn't mind giving out her name to this stallion. He was one of the ones she knew that she could trust, even if she had only been around him for a bit. It wasn't just his words, but how he spoke, how you could hear the honesty in them.

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^{ooc // sorry took so long to reply. hectic lifestyle. the following will be of shorter/less quality due to my time... teacher assigned large project on wednesday that is due tomorrow. i wasn't at school wednesday so yeah, double load of me >.> my apologies ahead of time, just couldn't keep you waiting any longer =]}[/i]

i cardinal frame stood steady 'neath the palm, paying no mind to the unforgiving -yet rewarding- heat. it somehow healed. he had heard that there was an ocean a few miles farther; was a challenge to reach its depths. since he had no cherished ones at home to protect/care for, he had no reason to turn down nature's offer. he had come this far as a test of endurance to prove to himself he could do it. why stop now?

ii warm ooids watched the ivory femme contently - he had no expectation, no formalities, no bonds of any kind with this one. because of it, the stress was never present. Valor had always gotten slightly nervous when he had a proposal for a dove, and since he had no life-changing decisions for her to make, the strain was vacant. upon hearing vocals, attention was once again turned over to the damsel. a soft smile tugged at the corner of labrums, but he really had nothing to say in response - maybe a thank you? a gentle, slow nod of acknowledgment and an almost 'thanks' was his returning gesture. not to be taken rudely, he hoped, he just had nothing to say (almost bashful about it). Luna. . . a lovely name. not one to be without manners -

Valor

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iii spoken with a justified undertone and slight dip of crown. not blunt, but satisfying as if they had just partaken in a trade. knowing he would have to either move on now or camp out for the night. not one to just up and abandon a conversation, own vocals were again summoned to use.

I plan on venturing to the ocean that lies at the end of this desert for nothing more than my own amusement. Would you care to join me?[/i][/blockquote][/color][/size]

[horsespirit]

She heard his name, Valor. A nice name, though when he talked about going to the end of the desert for his amusment, it didn't amuse her. Challenging the elements for amusement was fine, though she respected the elements as well so it was balanced. Though talking to this stallion Valor had been fun, she only liked him as a friend and had the ugre to leave. To follow the wind to the next oasis that she could remember. She shook her head no. "I've been there and so has my best friend. I'm taking my leave, goodbye," she said and turned.

She walked away on the soft sand that pressed down from under her hooves. Though she walked with grace and was soon in a smooth gallop and was flying away from the stallion towards her next destination. She hadn't been afraid, she just wanted to leave. She was as free and wild as the desert wind and couldn't stand staying anywhere longer than a day.