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Post by |::Niveus Somnium::| on Sept 15, 2007 18:18:35 GMT -5
Life's Painted Feather The painted figure leaped steadily over the ground, pads beating a steady rythm on the hard turf. Her multi-colored mane and tail lifted off of her body as she raced the wind. Her dome was raised high, neck arched elegantly, showing a line of royalty and arabian was somewhere in her mixed bloodline. Her harks were pricked foreward, listening intently, and the red rimmed paperthins flared as she sniffed the air around her.
Her chestnut orbs watched the ground, and she spotted a creek. With a hint of adrinaline she bunched her muscles. Lifting her front pillars and preshing them against her bodice, she pushed off with her back legs and flew, landing on her suddenly sxtraight forelimbs with a soft thump. She picked up speed again without loosing pace. The painted mare, correctly dubbed, Life's Painted Feather, continued on, her piston's flying. She smelt it then, sliding to a stop by planting her feet and throwing her head back.
She stood straight then, her forlock over an eyes as she looked into the forest ahead. She lowered her muzzle and sniffed the ground, leaving a trail of moss behind. Raising her cranium again she thingyed her head and then let loose a call. Feather wished to see the Queen. She needed a home now. And a earth horse was to live here. [/font][/color][/size][/center]
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Post by Sage on Sept 25, 2007 21:04:41 GMT -5
The land was empty and so was the heart of a young queen. The population in this land was growing, and yet know had come to support her cause, the cause for the power earth. It was strange how certain equines favoured many things. For the equines not blessed with powers, it was darkness. For those blessed with, it was Vanneau as this world had dubbed it. The fae's greatest fear was that the earth equines would slip off the world and fail. Fail the war, fail her, and finally, fail themselves. This femme was always just a humble one, yet once she had come to power, she begun to just expect things to sort out themselves. Now, the she was slightly wiser, but no more successful. Would this really come to an end for her? The queen of these lands had always had dreams that would never be accomplished if none joined her reign. For one, the female had always wanted a mate, someone to love and get that in return. In fact, she was one of the few queens that craved that in her land. Her optimisim was wanning, revealing that if she did not gain members soon then it might be time to flee to another land.
A great sigh of sorrow escaped the parted kissers of the huntress before her large mass of a bodice began to shuffle forward. It took a few strides before they lengthened into a full walk, which was much more comfortable than stumbling along blindly. Buckskin pelt flickered inbetween the distant trees as the golden suns rays filtered onto her. The rays felt so freshing as the great growing season came to its close. A trail of budding flowers seemed to grow as each pad lifted from the ground. Her delicate dial was held high in the air, giving her an air of importance, or maybe that was just her. Threads were restlessly following her bodice, ruffling in the soft breeze that rushed over her home like a slow paced brook. Ivory tinted much of her pelt, and yet, it seemed to give the fae an identity that many equines lacked. Hazel optics watched the earth fondly as her walk continued, undisturbed, perfect if you will.
Suddenly, a piercing sound abruptly stopped all activity around her. The birds stopped busily churping and building nests. The squrril stopped in mid pick of a plump nut. All orbs seemed to be on the lady of these lands, waiting for he reaction. Of course, they obviously weren't all watching her, but in the females mind, it felt that way. Auditories cautiousy swivled forth, beofre her nazzles expanded three times there size. Satisfied with her precautions, Sage continued on. Not on the course she had originally set, but the detour she was staking now. Heart pounding in her chest, the fae moved forward, obviously wanting to show her strength an courage. Of course, it was obvious that this equine was looking for her and was not wanting to cause trouble, but you can never be to cautious. The feus equus had her on her toes and she wasn't about to give into a trap. Yet, as she rounded the final turn, her brawny began to relax. Her strides ended.
Before her, was, indeed a fae. Hazel spheres filled with an innocent curiousity. Then, Sage remember who she was and returned to an expression of delight and glee. Librums parted as she found lyrics escaping her maw. Ah, you must be looking for me. I am Sage, the lady of Tiera. She paused for a second, or for "dramatic effect" as many others would say, before continuing Of course, I have a feeling that I know your intentions, but I don't want to be playing the guessing game throughout this conversation, so these are my two questions: Who are you and what are your intentions here? She finished. Of course, the dramatic effect wasn't as dramatic as she had expected, but Sage was never much of a humorous equine. Sage was more of the equine that liked to get right to the point. So, she did, no surprise? I didn't think so.
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Post by |::Niveus Somnium::| on Sept 29, 2007 0:28:28 GMT -5
Life's Painted Feather
She waited pateintly, flicking her ears every now and again, happy when the swiveling harks were greeted by sounds of life. She was rightly dubbed. She loved life, loved the creatures in life, and if she had naive thoughts.....eh, thos ewho thought that way could shove it. She found that living every day to the fullest and not planning for the next was a greatway to live. Kept you guessing. [/size] She twitched her pelt as an annoying insect landed on it and was just about to shift her weight to her other hoof when she heard asound and he head came up with a jolt to see who was comming. Her brown laterns were meet my hazel as the mare appeared from the brush. She almost laughed, it seemed she wasnt scary for the lady had relxed at the sight of her.She listened intently, smile in greeting as she picked up on the most important part of the Queens statement. Feather rarely listened to anything that didn't deal seriously with her life. "Pleasure lady Sage," paint mare said, bobbing her cranium in a short of bow. "Yes, I agree, guessing games are no fun when you get them wrong!" she said with a grin, warmth and freindship practically glowing form her. She kept her head high in self dignity."I be dubbed Life's Painted Feather. I perfer Feather but you may call me what ou like," she said, answering the question freely for she ahd no problem sharing information. "And I be looking for a home. I heard that you were in need of Earth equines?"[/font][/center]
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