Trumpets Sound as Royalty Arrives

[steph]

[glow=purple,2,300]L _A T _A N _Y A[/glow]

Will you become another captive?

A slight sea breeze, made the few scattered trees sway, and the sand stir. It was mid day and the sun was being merciful today, allowing its rays to be hidden by the fluffy milk colored clouds. The waves splashed along the wet sand, high tide was approaching and fiddler crabs and starfish where trapped in the tide pools. No equines where seen besides one, and a very stunning one at that.

The young fae walked gracefully along the waters edge, her diamonds slapping in the water, as she trotted effortlessly through the warm water. Tassels where taken with the slight breeze and her fore-lock was pushed to the side.

Unlike most mares, this chestnut one walked as if she knew this place like she had walked it for years. Confident yet aware of her surroundings the vixen walked deeper into the water, and stooped at her knees. Lowering her boa her lips barely touched the waters surface, as she took in the lukewarm water.

Picking her head back up the chestnut mare backed up a few steps and pawed the water with her hoofs, causing the water to splash up all around her and drop on her body. The water, felt good on her back and she turned and went back to the waters edge. Flexing her body the fae shook her self and the excess water went flying in all different directions.

Orbs spotted a sunny spot not to far ahead, and her pillars carried her over to the sun bleached area. After a few moments of standing in the sun's rays, the vixens pelt had dried she continued to walk. But, where she was headed she didn't know nor did she care.

[Trill Stalker]

Zarian

Walking on the beech was not a smart idea, my thoughts summarized. My large hooves sunk into the pale sand almost to the hawks from the weight of the bulk that I carried. And even thought the sun’s hot rays were hidden behind the clouds; my dark pelt absorbed the ones that escaped. A line of sweat ran down the corner of my cheek and fell to the sand like a shinning tear drop.

A gust of wind came down from the heavens and blew up my long dark mane, it flew around me wildly. The air felt nice, it congealed the damp sweat on my bod and gave me a slight relief. My ears picked up a slight splashing sound far off, out of curiosity my legs lead me forward instead of to the right where a slight green hill lead up to duns that would have given me a sturdier surface to collect my thoughts upon.

Soon my black eyes took in the sight of what my ears had brought me to. A mare, no not just any mare; the most tantalizing mare that my orbs had ever had the joy of seeing walked towards me. Her chestnut coat gleamed gloriously in the pale golden light, and her dark mane flew around her. My ‘budy’ lurched forward but from years of experience I kept him sheathed tightly in. And who do we have here? My voice drifted through the wind, we were close enough that I knew she could hear the deep sweetness of my voice.

[steph]

[glow=purple,2,300]L _A T _A N _Y A[/glow]

Is her temptation really worth the pain?


Loping along, enjoying the wind and just the quietness of the ocean, the mare had let down her guard, but she had thought nothing of it. Orbs looked ahead as the sand was being swallowed by the incoming tide, she would have to find a way out soon, or she would be swimming.

Once again the wind blew and her sorrel tassels flew with the wind but where brought back when they reached their allowed freedom. Hearing hoofs in the distance, any feeling of carefree and relaxed was washed away with the outgoing wave and the fae was restored to her, seductive, stubborn, conceded, self. Harks shot forward and hazel pools focused in on a brute approaching her, now that she saw him, she would began to play her game. Pillars continued to carry on as if his presence had gone unnoticed, and only when he spoke did she stop.

Words traveled to her, but she relaxed her ears, the chestnut was not interested in what he had to say, she was the important one. Nares opened as she took in his scent, he was a younger brute, but the way he presented him-self showed that he had experience far beyond his years, but not one equine that she had come across had enough experience to hold on to her, and maybe there was no such horse.

Who, do you think you are? I never gave you permission to approach me never mind speak your pitiful words.

Visage, held a vulgarity as she spoke to him, and her words where that as if it were a master talking to her slave. Harks remained forward as she examined him with her orbs.

[Trill Stalker]

A cool wave ran up the beach and splashed over my hooves, before dribbling away back into the ocean. The sea was a bright shinning Sapphire with pearly white foam that caped the small rolling waves. A light Grey seagull called from the sky, which was light blue with high perky clouds. The bright orange glow of the sun broke through the puffs of cloud and glared in my eyes making me squint.

A reply to my words rode on the slight breeze to my ears. Her voice took me by surprise the femme almost sounded hostile. My steps slowed then stopped all together. The mare's words were vicious and reminded me of a time I stumbled upon a black bares lair. Would this mare try and bite my head off as well? Her words definitely hinted to it.

We were only a few strides away from each other, close enough to catch the scents of once another. She smelled worm, and salty; my nostrils flared liking what entered them. Only if her attitude was as sweet as the fragrance drifting from her. I know I am Zarian. My eyebrows raised at her next words, I felt like I was being lectured by my father for doing something wrong. I think this is just a chance meeting there Wildfire. There was no time to get your permission for anything. And I tend to speak my mind so forgive my words.

Although both of my parents were true darks down to there very soul, they had brought me up to be a gentlemen. I had a light side in me that loved to be chauvinist, and that way why I was King of a neutral Terra. The femme's attitude and words did nothing to affect my mood but add amusement. I found it kinda cute when a mare put forward a strong attitude.

[steph]

[glow=purple,2,300]L _A T _A N _Y A[/glow]

She is a venus fly trape. She luers you and then eats your heart.



A sensation of warmth traveled threw the fae’s body as the glow of the sun hit the earth below. As the gnats continued to suck blood from the duchess pelt the seagulls over head dive bomb those bugs that where not quick enough to escape their death. The tide was rising faster and as each wave came in it hit higher than the one before it.

A smirk crossed her cark maw as, the stallion neglected to hide is shock at her tone. That was the problem with brutes, they saw a stunning vixen and all instincts went out the window, or they saw her and thought she would be as sweet as she appeared. But, most who where elegant with their appearance where clumsy with their heart, and that of which was this one who stood before the andalusian stag. It was wise of him to terminate his approach for he would have been punished if he had ignored her warnings.

Harks picked his words from the other sounds around them. So he was going to be wise was he? Ah, asking for forgiveness a true sign of weakness, a sign that she already had him hooked. Zarian, was a fool to be captivated by only the beauty of a femme and not but her soul. Harks were laid back against her skull and her face still held that of royalty.

Permission is something you clearly need to learn, along with respect for those who are more important than yourself.

Orbs traveled to a path just behind the stallion that led the one who traveled it away from the beach. From what she could see the land above was free of any life, and would be a suitable place for the vixen to rest. Raising her pillars she walked towards the brute and as she approached him. What was she going to do, her eyes held no sign of her intentions they where blank, like that of an abyss.

[steph]

you can move this to archives

[lynx'']

we don't move Profiles to archeive =D