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Post by jazzjazz on Apr 20, 2009 15:22:24 GMT -5
Dried up. UGH. Why does it have to be so..damn..dry? Snorting, irritation evident, I tossed my savage arabesque head, dark tendrils flying briefly before resting on my bay hued crest. Nares flared delicately I tested the air hopefully for some sign of rain. Growling under my breath as I detected not a drop of moisture in the summer air I switched my ebon brush over muscular hindquarters, brushing away an errant fly.
Bastards. How dare you land on me. Whipping my dial around to condenm the pests further, green orbs focused carefully on the black specks, the source of my further irritation. Get off of me you vermin. Ugh. Swinging my nape back to its former I surveyed the dried meadow, its grass looked very crispy. Did I honestly want to live in this barren wasteland? Thinking of the alternative I shuddered, not even desiring to consider the fate that met my worn out mother and wizened old traveling companion. No way.
Barren. Not a single wildflower seemed to bloom here. Who could blame them? Without a drop of water to quench their delicate thirst how could they bloom in peace? I longed to chat with the frail blossoms, the crunchy, sun burned grass certainly didn't have much to say. Only to complain and whine about the lack of water! Now that's not even much of a conversation. The dragon flies even slowed their pace in the oven like heat, lazily coasting rather than their customary zipping around. One even came to rest upon my crimson pelt as I rested a hind raggedly. I didn't bother swishing him away...perhaps he would provide some decent conversation.
Conversation perhaps?Hello little dragon. Where are you headed today? The creature buzzed his delicate wings in a frenzy as I spoke. His large eyes peered at me for a moment before darting away. How rude of him. Sniffing in irritation I shifted my weight to my other tired leg. My ebon stilts were sluggish in the heat, I'm sure everyone else felt the same. That little dragonfly certainly perked up when I spoke to him. Ha. Long enough to fly away at least.
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Trill Stalker
Mare
In the Beginning there was darkness. Then light was made. So we could see the truth about our-self.
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Post by Trill Stalker on Apr 20, 2009 22:07:28 GMT -5
Gambler A Sure Way Of Getting Nothing From Something My long feathered legs swiftly moved over the land, the feathers that clung to me above my hooves flew like a white banner. They were in contrast to my thick mane of black hair that also was pulled by the currents of air that I myself made. The woods allowed some shelter from the heat but not much. What I really needed was something cool to relax my body and set it back to it's normal temperature. Something Liquidised. My nostrils had a;ready picked up the fresh scent of running water, which meant that what I needed wasn't all that far away.
I'd been so intent, following the sent of the river that I didn't notice the mare till her spoken vocals burst into my ears. My eyes widened because it seemed as though this strange mare was talking to herself. Even when I had been in my birth band, surrounded by so many other equines and yet having them all look down at me I had not resorted to talking to myself. This mare was either slightly insane or very very bored. I wanted a little excitement so I hoped it was the former of the two. But then my hopes were squished when I saw a small insect fly from the behind of the mare. She had obviously trying to converse with the little flying thing. A little crazy maybe but still out of boredom.
With a sigh I continued on a few more feet, I let my dark eyes travel over her feminine body but I did not stop. If she wanted me she would follow. I could promise her more entertainment then that little dragonfly could, a lot more. a few second ticked by as I kept up my slow jog, My entire being needed water and it would get water. The brush thinned as I neared to the running river of the falls of the land. It was beautiful, around the crystal water the grass was green and lush even with the heated sun of the day.
I waisted no time lowering my head and taking in gulp after gulp of cool liquid. It soothed my scorched throat and allowed me to think clearly. Hydration was a wonderful thing. Thoughts of the mare who I had encountered on the way to this place came back to my mind. Should I go back and introduce myself? I shook my head. Though she was interesting I still needed to take care of my body before I went in search of the femme again. But maybe she would just follow and decide to join me here.
Word Count; 437 My longest post with him yet!
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Post by jazzjazz on Apr 21, 2009 13:18:02 GMT -5
Breathe! Inhaling the scents of the dry meadow with distaste I snorted. The warm...crusty...grasses did have a pleasing sweet scent. Perhaps they would taste alright as well. A look of disgust wrinkled my pretty nose as I bared shining teeth to nip at the crunchy fare. Hmmm...not so bad. Lipping up a larger mouthful I crunched silently, nares flared, scents flowing over me easily. A strange scent entered my nose rudely as I dipped my darkish head to the sweet smelling hayfield.
A male...The scent was both musky and masculine, invading my nostrils, and ending my solitude with finality. Whipping my head around I noticed a strikingly colored stallion passing my still facade. His handsome figure moved smoothly past me with a smooth ease. His nose tested the air diligently. Hmmm maybe he knew where this waterfall lay!!!
Curiosity! Striking out in an animated gait I follwed the steed on his short journey. Stupid. I am so stupid. Hanging my elegant head at the realization I felt extremely sheepish. How had I not heard the waterfall so near? Dropping my muzzle into the clear water I drank deep, contemplating how to dissappear before the steed thought me moronic.
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