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Post by »A R T E M I S on Jun 14, 2010 15:54:02 GMT -6
 Nicotines ebony body gleamed as he made his way toward the bridge. Twin ears were pricked upright, acoustics cupping any faint noise that might come to them. His warm blue eyes scanned around, but there wasn't a sight to be seen right now. Above him the sky was a baby blue color, fluffy white clouds drifting lazily across. There were a few birds that had taken flight, their bodies ebony against the blue.
His legs moved gracefully, feathers around his ankles quivering with each step. His long banner flicked from left to right, keeping away unwanted pests that swarmed around him in annoyance. A gentle snort blew through his nose. His dark body stood out like a beacon among the lush green vegetation. The bridge was not too far off, his hooves eventually touching the wooden planks. Nicotine's hooves plunked with each step as he started across the bridge.
He'd not been to the other side yet, so it was going to be interesting to see what lies beyond. True, he wasn't afraidy cat, but he knew enough to run from danger if he couldn't handle it. He blinked, watching small animals scurry into the underbrush. He proceeded on.
Contrary to his name, Nicotine was not Black. Well he was in the sense of his pelt color, but his alliance. No, he was white. One of the good guys. Nicotine hated everything about the blacks and what they stood for. They treated the wolves like crap and it irked him. Sighing, Nicotine pressed on , musing to himself if he would meet anyone interesting. |
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Post by mozart on Jun 14, 2010 16:27:09 GMT -6
De La Soul The sun shone down through the faded, cornflower blue sky like headlights down a tunnel, surreal, but not altogether overbearing. There were very few clouds in the sky, the mare observed fleetingly, meaning a warm day, but often a biting and bitterly cold night. She flicked her long harks backwards, and then forwards again, listening intently for the approach of anyone or anything that may be in the area, but she doubted it so far, the day seemed lonely enough too. She was a beautiful creature, lithe, lean and with a kind but intelligent eye, and she often wore a small smile that would make a passer by get the impression that she knew something they were missing out on. In a way, they would be right. De La Soul her name was, and as wild and free a mare you could never meet. She ran with the wind, followed the sun and lived as she pleased, new to the lands, naturally, she was thus far impressed. She contemplated her arrival here as her keen ivories glinted as she cropped the lush emerald blades of grass at her feet, letting the sun tingle across her back, the heat of the day adding a light sheen to her spotted coat.
She flicked her ear gently at a fly buzzing lazily around it, and as it scythed through the air, it caught in a spasm and her head, accustomed to the strange sensation after all these years, pulled obediently to the side as he eyes took on a long stare, the kind that would look straight through someone. A black shape cutting through the day, feathers, blue…nothing. The vision was over as quickly as it had started. What good was seeing unfolding events if you had not the knowledge to decipher them? She snorted abruptly and irritably. They were no good. Was it past, present or future? Did it have any relevance? What was its significance to her? She rolled her harlequin eyes in their sockets and sighed gently. Perhaps she would never know. Deciding very quickly that she had indeed consumed enough, De La Soul flicked her finely chiselled head over her mottled shoulder just in time to see movement across the ice bridge. Lo and behold, a vision of the future it had been! She pressed her alert harks forward and turned around to face the ebony newcomer.
She could see no crimson marks about him, but still her body was tense, taut for the first sign of aggression or violence so she could either retaliate or flee. She cocked her head to the side in anticipation, confusion and wonder all at once, her curiosity starting to get the better of her apprehensive judgement. Who was this tall, dark and handsome fellow? Why was he here? Why on earth was he on the bridge? So many questions, De La Soul! Without further hesitation the beautiful marbled mare called out to him in a friendly, if a little excited, wicker. Putting her taut muscles to good use, the blue tribal-marked mare pushed herself into a graceful trot towards Nicotine, her tail lifted high aloft by her Arabian bloodline, her visible muscles exuding hidden power and physical prowess, but in this happy mood she looked as though she would not have the heart to swat a fly.
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Post by »A R T E M I S on Jun 15, 2010 16:02:48 GMT -6
Nicotine's nares expanded, picking up the mare's scent. His blue eyes landed on the fae, her coat that of an appaloosa. He smiled and began speaking to her.
"Hello there m'dear. I am Nicotine. What might your name be?" he implied of her curiously.
He took a step forward, his banner whipping from side to side, thwacking against his flanks. He raised a hind leg up belly level before stomping his foot, kicking up a small dust cloud from the ground. He studied her.
"What brings you out here ?"
Both ears were turned toward her, awaiting her response. Most fae's didn't wander alone by themselves, let alone come out to a bridge or a place like this. Perhaps she was a loner for the time being. While he belonged to the white alliance, his place in the world still seemed unsure and he didn't know.
A gentle breeze picked up his mane, teasing it against his neck. Forelock fell over one eye, shielding it from view. He watched her anxiously, waiting for her to speak. |
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Post by mozart on Jun 15, 2010 16:25:36 GMT -6
She watched intently as he took in her scent, watched every little millimetre of his nostrils expanding and contracting. As he opened his mouth, almost in slow motion to her, to speak, she held her breath…Ah! All the worry was for naught! He seemed kindly, calm and altogether not aggressive. Her muscles fell into relaxation and she breathed in slowly and deeply in pleasure. Nothing to worry about here, it seemed. Excellent. It was then, very politely and with much courtesy he announced his name. An odd name for a White stud, but still fitting none the less. She liked the sound of the name as it whirred around her head, and his words made her smile softly.
“A pleasure to meet you, Nicotine. My name is De La Soul,” she dropped her head slightly in mild embarrassment. It was not exactly a popular or well known name.
It was then, utterly unprompted, that both took a step towards one another simultaneously. De La Soul could not hide a small, startled laugh, and her harlequin eyes trailed up to meet his of a beautiful shade of shimmering baby blue. Her mouth fell slightly agape in wonder, like an awe-struck foal utterly new to the world. They stood out so completely against his wonderful dark pelt, and were almost hypnotic, of that she had no doubt. He seemed to fidget nervously and she immediately dropped her gaze as though it were her fault. Perhaps she was making him uncomfortable? It could happen. Staring at someone was no exactly the most polite thing one could be caught doing.
“Well,” she smiled, still rather shyly, “I guess I’m just entertaining my adventurous side. There isn’t much to do but explore when you’ve just really arrived in a place.”
She watched his unusual if slightly endearing behaviour from underneath her own middle length forelock, and whilst the breeze blew his all over his face, it tore her mane away from her features, baring them to the world.
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