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Post by horsespirit on Nov 25, 2009 18:13:21 GMT -5
Stallions Luna thought with a roll of her eyes, why had she only been or have seen stallions while she was by herself? Was she the only roam fae that dare entered the desert that was home for her, or was she just in the wrong place at the wrong time to see them? She didn't mind talking with stallions too much, but she was tired of talking to them. She didn't want to settle down and go to a herd land, she only wanted to talk to different horses. She probably had seen more different horses than most everyone in the lands while doing it, and she was glad that she had. There were friends, enemies, and those that were smart, and others that were... Let's just say, not the smartest nor nicest.
She was at an oasis away from the last where she had met a stallion. This one was closer to the lands that had grass and trees. Her snow white pelt shown from under the shade of the tree that she stood under. A small pond was infront of her that could last awhile and would refill from any rain or there might even be an underground chamber of fresh water supplied from somewhere else in fact. It was highly impossible, but there was a decent amount of growth here.
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Post by Cantora on Nov 27, 2009 12:50:11 GMT -5
 * The sands. What a breath taking and yet very hot place to dwell. She had really not been traveling long, but somehow found herself here. She had dared the dangerous rocks at the cliffs and she had navigated the deep and dark forest. There really was only a few places she had not seen in this land they call Rayara. She had never seen the oceans cruel and dark humor and she had never seen the treacherous ways of the sands. So here she was, braving yet again another element that she was never to become a part of. Her feminine silhouette moved effortlessly across the dunes, as if she had the blood of the Arabs themselves. This of course was not true, but she found it most easy to move around this place with little effort. Her ice blues scanned the area for any forms that might decide to address her presence, but none came. She was not here for any particular reason, just to check things out. To know ones surroundings is the best weapon anyone could ever be equipped with. As her splashed pillars moved her body forward, her face showed little emotion. In fact she really was quite board with this place. There was really nothing to see here, and nothing to do. It was just mundane and useless. She rolled her eyes, why did she do some of the things she does. Then a thought came to her mind, oh because she was the best. But she would never show that to the outside world. No that was a thought best kept inside for now.
** Her auds caught a quick glimpse of something up ahead. It was a small patch of trees, and trees in the desert meant there was water there as well. Her slow and lazy stride became a quick and collected lope as she moved for it. As she approached, hot and dry nares picked up the scent of another being, but she did not care much. Really all she wanted was the water. She did not even take the time to stop and look around. She did not slow as she reached the side of the waters edge and quickly plunged her head into the water, drawing in deep and heavy mouthfuls of the clear and icy liquid. She was never so happy to see water. After he long overdue purge on water, she lifted her head, her white spots had begun to cause her severe pain as they were sunburnt badly. She moved from the sun and under the small expansion of a tree. The little bit of shade provided her somewhat of a relief but she was still in pain, it did not show on her face though. Nares flared again and this time picked up a face to go with the scent. She was small and light colored, Arab blood was a fact. She was perfect for this element, but she was not sure what she was doing here also. Not that she rightfully cared, she was just passing through as well. She stared at the light mare, wondering if she was a figment of her imagination. But that was not true, she was real. She stood still and waited for her to come over if she wanted to. It would not be the first or the last time someone chose to ignore her presence. |
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Post by horsespirit on Nov 29, 2009 1:10:13 GMT -5
OOC- I'm sorry I haven't replied to this yet, but Luna needs a break for now. I'm so sorry if you were planning anything. (Though I am not that sorry... I'm neutral, I'm not really the type to be gone like this)
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Post by Cantora on Nov 29, 2009 9:38:01 GMT -5
ooc- Yep thats fine! Just let me know when you feel like starting it back up!!
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