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long emerald stalks drifted idly in the breeze. some seabirds caawed and it wasn't hard to hear waves crashing on the rocks below. the sky was relatively clear, and the sun shined down warmly. it was hard to believe this place was considered dangerous to some. just keep on eye on where one's hooves fall and you'll be fine.

an almost sensual silhouette stood on a grassy ledge overlooking the endless ocean. a hind was rested and banner flicked every once in a while. tiara was raised, but in a relaxed manner. long dreads hovered every now and then on the aforementioned breeze, providing her own personal cooling system. however, nature seemed to miss the fae's bangs, because long forlock rested - all the way to the tip of her nose.


stocking-laden stilts had not found the going difficult - rather intriguing. before, the dove might've even continued on, searching for more trying terrian. but no, this would subdue her for now. hazel eyes were soft & gentle, yet masking any true emotion. and frame was still, very still (aside from the occasional tail switching). as if sure of every muscle and ligament it contained. ooids looked to the distant water-laden horizon, and appeared to be deep in thought. almost lost inside herself and the moment. almost.

[horsespirit]

What a nice day to be out, though he just liked being out of his land. Though originally it wasn't his land, he basicly took it from the slob that didn't even challange for it back. An ebony pelt shifted through the land and muscles could be slightly seen from under it. He would hardly break a sweat from climbing the cliff.

Though what he found as he climbed was the scent of a fae, and he was sure by now that she had gotten a whiff of his scent. Elegant pillars climbed up and was soon near the fae. Strings of his forelock hung infront of his right lantern that was a deep and expressionate brown. With a smile, he dipped his crown slightly and brought it back up. "I was in the neighborhood and decided to make some pointless small talk. How are you Madame?" he said breezily.

The sea's spray cooled his body as it relaxed after his small exercise. Sea bird's calls rang in the air and pierced the silence and an awkard parts. He usually wasn't effected by the awkward parts anyways. Though he could see that vast, beautiful, and mighty powerful ocean.

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Air came easily to lungs - torso slowly grew and contracted as the deep sea oxygen filled and then departed. with all the wind about, she knew a stud was approaching long before she heard or saw him. so when he appeared in vision, was no surprise.

the obsidian brujo came quickly before coming to a halt near herself. all that transpired about her frame was the flick of an ear and the slightest tilting of the poll. this was almost down time for her - she had seen and done it all so this moment could hardly be described as exhilirating. however, it was his speech that planted a seed of interest. a shadow of a smile wanted to tug at ruby lips. he had a sense of humor. something she had gone without for a long time. however, she wasn't feeling very flirty or chirpy at the moment. so frame remained motionless, while tiara rotated slightly to somewhat face the beast.

he was taller than herself. this fact became concrete as soon as she got a good look at him. she had been suspect at his height by the timing of his hoofbeats, but a gaze just sealed the deal. not that she was affected by this fact, just taking notes... oh yes, he was trying to engage in conversation. the slightest of smiles almost broke through -his earlier comment had tickled her a bit-, but other than that she remained a blank, yet incredibly aware, facade.

lips eventually parted, and the following voice was quite unique. it was as smooth as silk, soft as velvet, and almost brought honey to mind. but there was an odd undertone. like somewhere deep within a forest a child was hurt or lost and was crying out in the night. an undertone that was barely there - so slight it was easy to miss. an undertone that was reminiscent of pain, of suffering.

Surviving. Yourself?

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[horsespirit]

Too bad that this fae seemed to be cut off from emotion. He was glad that he was still able to make an empty slate smile still. That was a good thing in his mind. It was too bad that horses these days were more gaurded, then again, it might be better if he was like that. Though that was something that he doesn't see happening anytime soon. He wondered what it was like living shut up like that. Even so, he would never want to find out personally. "Living. Surviving is good enough but what you do in your free time counts as well and is useful," he said breezily.

He liked to open others' eyes and not follow their paths. That was why he was totally relaxed and comfortable around this fae. His lanturns looked over the mare's face like he could read her life from it as he analzyed her. Though that was wrong, he was looking for her soul, heart, and emotions and expressions. From the tiniest crack in armor, or the windows to the soul. The eyes.

He suddenly thought of something and before she could answer his last remark, he spoke up in a different tone and pitch. "You have such a unique voice Madame Bella," he said softly, and with genuine sweetness. He had moved swiftly, gracefully, and silently closer to the fae. He was just the right distance away from her face to not be exactly rude, but a bit personal.Sure he may be wrong and use that sweetness more than he thinks, but he knows that he never usually talks like this. He was unique because his voice was naturally higher than other stallions' voices.

So he used a fake voice that was deeper. If you heard his regular voice, you would know it was fake, if not, you would have no idea. Though now he used his regular voice. That soft fluttering touch like a butterfly brushed against you, it was a bit female sounding, but there was that reconizable tone and pitch that identified him as male. His voice wasn't rough in it's natural form, and it flowed over the skin like the fae's silk voice. He loved others that were unique, and she had interested him once she started to talk. His soft and veiled lanturns looked into the fae's as he was a beath's space away from her. (A bit more actually, but still close.)

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^{ooc// its been a while (for me) lol}

soft, yet somehow piercing ooids looked out to sea. the constant breaking of the waves on the rocks below was relaxing. it was the ocean's heartbeat. the seabirds overhead caawed and annoyed as usual, but their company was expected. before the stallion had a chance to speak his two-bits, slightly dished cranium lowered to savor the salty foilage. it's taste was slightly bitter, yet interesting enough to taste. it was as she was pondering such simple things when the beast made his approach.

his first portion of speech almost caught her off guard. it was needless to say that she had seen more than her share of this world - but it had been a long time since someone took that approach. at his compliment, corner of muzzle almost turned into a small grin. it was a small, half-grin at best, but still showed her appreciativeness. she was a sucker for the different compliments. the fragment that followed was very much sincere.

Thank you

but after her short 'burst' of emotion, facade again went blank. not because she was hollow, or devoid of emotion. life had been quick to throw things -often cruel and unusual- her way. she was not near depressed - she had too much spirit and stubbornness for that. it was merely that this meeting was almost run of the mill for her.

hazel lanterns that were almost gentle gazed at the obsidian vagabond. sometimes she wanted someone to confide in. all her life she had been pretty much by her lonesome. yes, she had had friends that would go to the end of the earth for her. but one was dead. one missing. and the last she had broken his heart. she wanted him to believe she was dead rather than dying. to watch him suffer alongside her was too much to handle... the momentary flashback, or whathaveyou, ended. all the while she had been gazing at the dark knight before her. he had strayed from his original position, but it didn't faze this nymph a bit. she had done horrible things herself in the past. this little display was nothing. long cherry banner flicked her hide and cranium sought another morsel to eat. but only a sophisticated mouthful. once again silhouette returned to formal position. something inside her hinted -and almost wished- that this brute was different.

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[horsespirit]

It seemed that he was a bit of a surprise to her, but not much. To get the thank you that came out was enough for him to know he had cracked a shell without using force. Then it closed up, but at least he knew that she had something of an emotion. Then again, under all defenses that he knew, they were just an ordinary fae or stallion underneath. Somewhere, even if that fae or stallion is hurt or damage.

Her lanterns were usually piercing at some degree, or a blank slate trying to pierce into his heart it seemed. Either way it didn't phase him, though of course he reconized it. As she went back to eat once again he backed away from her and dipped his head.

"It's has been a pleasure to talk with you, and your twinkling voice," he said sincerely once again and went to leave. He was sure that she would find a good stallion to take her in, but he wasn't going to try to win her over. He at least made her think a bit. He was actually going to try to add some fun to her life and have her open up a bit to enjoy life, but in not so many words. He was going to let her find out what she would the hard way.

His steps were careful and graceful as he moved away, his pelt flowing over his working muscles. That was fun, well he found another soul with a barriar around it. He had cracked the shell and that was a nice start. She must've come from a tough background or broken heart. Either way, you could say he was leaving her on her deserted island to find a way off by herself. He felt bad to leave her, but she was no damsel in distress.