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the ebony and pearl splashed coat of the graceful equine slid in and out of view as she slunk through the shadowy forest, silent and nimble as a cat. not a sound -not leaf nor twig crunched underfoot, not a shrub disturbed or a tree rustled- marked her passage through the timber and toward the curious sound of falling water. her auds pricked forward with interest as the sound grew more pronounced, wafted toward her frame by the same cool summer breeze that tugged gently at her long, silken tresses and cooled her sweat-lathered pelt with its tendrils of pleasantly cold air. she had been walking for countless kilometers through this alien land, unsure of were exactly she was headed. parched as she was, isis had immediately followed the thirst-inducing sound of running water to its source, curiosity winning out over self-preservation and fear of the unknown-as it often did.

the intricate pattern of resonance that belonged to the sound of water over stones became louder as she seemingly drifted closer, such was the grace with which her feathered legs moved in perfect synchronization. her nares flared widely to drink in the scents that were captured in the tiny clearing she strode into, stopping on the fringe of the last remaining trees to scan the strangely -though calmingly so- empty meadow. the grasses here swayed to the whim of a light breeze, tiny purple and white flowers interspersed among the green foliage of the field. directly adjacent to isis's languid form, a hundred meters or so away, were the falls whose sounds had lured her to this magical little place. crystal clear water splashed with a soothing rhythm into the little pool below.

swallowing convulsively to quench the sudden flare of thirst the sight of water brought on, isis broke into a smooth trot across the meadow, the profuse feathering on her dainty iron pillars swishing to and fro with every long stride. in a matter of seconds, she slid to a standstill at the edge of the small body of water the falls ran into, glancing about once more with her rich chocolate orbs before dipping her velvet muzzle daintily into the glass-clear water to drink. the cool liquid smoothed out her parched throat with its nourishing hydration, and isis drank more deeply now, wading out into the shallow pool a little ways to wash away the disgusting sweat the stained her ivory legs a ghastly shade of brown and caked dirt into her beribboned fetlocks. it felt good.

after wading about in the water for a bit, isis stepped out feeling refreshed, and a little ashamed to see her frolicking had turned the lovely water a shade browner than it should have been. shaking out her dripping coat, she busied herself with taming the hunger that snarled in her stomach now, her ivory teeth quickly uprooting the sweet, delicious stalks of wild grasses that whispered a palliative melody around her now clean limbs. the sun glimmered off her once again black and pearl coat with almost blinding intensity. her forelock hung over her optics, obscuring not only her vision with a spider web of silken hair, but any onlooker's view of her dainty cranium.

[rayvencullen.]

STARWISHE
I WELCOME YOU.

I've been here at Midnight acres for quite some time now, and what do I have underneath my name? Nothing, not a single soul and not a single piece of land. I find disgrace in myself, so all I could do was wait until I could find a free mare that perked my interest, and I have seemed to find that lucky number one. I could tell by the way she was built that this had been a draft horse, and my calculations carried me further into belief that she had been a gypsy vanner, quite stunning in my book. Her cannons were decorated with wavy strands of hair, as did her boa. Duo-toned tressels hung limp against her nape, and she had looked so carefree in this little wonderland. So, what better to do then to watch her a while then meet her?

Lids fluttered closed over my pale mocha pools before the once again opened to watch her clip lazily at the grass. I had been standing there for quite some time before I found my muscles and let my tendons carry me into a steady yet proud trot out into the open to greet such a beautiful sight I have seen in my entire life. Shaking the loose creamy strands of hair from my eyes, I dipped my crania in respect to her before I let my vocals release into the air.

Evening, beautiful one. I am Starwishe, care to enlighten me with your name. I stated rather simply, getting my point across that I had taken interest in her. How could I not, she was beautiful, was she not? If you didn't think so I might've thought you had to be hung by the neck until dead. . but that was my opinion as a rather fair neutral stallion. I straightened out again before I let my eyes trace over her scrumptious form before I focused on her alone, trying to pinpoint all her distinguishing marks and features.

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[`* isis]

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the light swishing of her long tail was the only sound in the magical little meadow that isis was aware of; the roar of the falls was lost to her deaf ears, as was the whisper of a breeze through the leaves of the surrounding forest, the small echoes of the grass being torn up, and the mindless thuds of her own hooves contacting the earth lightly as she drifted without a desire other than to fill her rumbling stomach. as she grazed on the scrumptious flora that bedecked the earth in a cozy carpet of greenery, she thought. about nothing in particular, mind, but just an aimless wandering from one topic to the next in a random sequence until she was all but lost in the workings of her mind to notice anything happening in the outside world. her grazing was mechanical, an instinct that required not further guiding from her conscious thoughts, and her ears flickered to catch sounds reflexively, though she ignored any whispered fragments of noise that her swivelling audits may have picked up. she was so absorbed with herself that she didn't notice, much less react to, the light footsteps that were shuffling closer to her with each passing moment. of course, then, she didn't notice this newcomer until the softly spoken words pierced her catatonic state of being.

her ears automatically flattened into the thick mane that cascaded down her neck, though it was not in an aggressive manner; caution and surprise were the only emotions that elicited her reaction to the vocals. her neck stiffened, and her sculpted cranium snapped up in shock, the breath whooshing out of her lungs in a strange little huff of astonishment. her soft mocha eyes quickly picked out the shape of the stranger, standing in a relaxed stance a few meters away from her own frozen frame. that he was a stallion was obvious, but she was unsure of his breed.

"Evening, beautiful one. I am Starwishe, care to enlighten me with your name?" she bobbed her head slightly in acknowledgement, the movement shaking out her spiders' silk tresses that now tumbled down her nape and almost to her knees in a smooth waterfall of ebony and ivory. isis smiled, a soft expression that didn't quite tint her umber eyes with the same warmth and light that pulled up the corners of her charcoal mouth. nonetheless, this starwishe character seemed a gentleman, though he had taken her quite unawares; but that was more of her own fault, being so lost in her own world to be bothered by what was happening in the real world. but so far, she was beginning to warm up to him. he seemed nice enough. but isis was not one to trust easily. she was naturally cautious of everything, and everybody. especially stallions. all her past experiences with them had been terrible; her father was a complete jackass, and she couldn't care less if rotted in hell; and any other stallion she'd met was just as pompous and overbearing as the disgrace to the equine race that was her lowly ass of a father. not one single encounter had ever proved this notion of hers wrong; in her mind, all stallions were in a league with her father. and though everything about this character's attitude was decorous enough, isis was not easily fooled by appearences or facades; she wouldn't have survived alone in the wild this long if she had been. so she kept her guard up, her eyes wary benieth the calm, open expression she wore.

"pleasure to meet you, starwishe; they call me isis." her voice floated on the breeze with a pleasing, lilting quality to the softly spoken chorus of words. The depths of her limpid mahogany eyes swan with curiosity as she gazed steadily back at the stallion before her, though she was still hesitant to trust.

[rayvencullen.]

BLACK CHAMPAGNE
RUN LIKE AN INJURED ANIMAL.

; ; But time and time again the charcoal brute told himself over and over and over again he could not just choose one mare and stay with them. They couldn't all be queen, but they were all so beautiful and held some sort of spot in his black heart, so they'd all be treated the same but this one would recieve some sort of higher position. Eyebrows arched upon his black facade as he eyed her again, before his words rolled from his mouth, impressed at his own voice and how his british accent had evidently rolled out with them. Well, pet, have ye a place to call your own, with those to watch out for you, or are you all 'lone? some rough words they were, not even comforting or anything, just normal words from a normal - or not to say - stallion that would eventually go down in history, persay.

He took a step forward, bodice moving without a sound just swayed up to her, letting the calm bobs of his head tell her he meant no harm what so ever. Never in his life would he harm such a beautiful creature, mare or foal, they were the dearest little things to him, why would he have to hurt them? But still he strode forward, I know of a place, called Forgotton Valley. I could take you there, if you'd like.

;yuck short. sorreh [: muse is low.

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[`* isis]

okay, she had to admit it, isis was completely taken by this gentleman, black champagne. he was decorous enough, and, rather like herself, blunt and to the point. he could have easily played a few word games and gotten to know isis a little better, but, in all honesty, she preferred it this way. she didn't like being out in the open like this, but she disliked this exposure more than she disliked not knowing. the unknown was an adventure for her; she thrived on adventure and risks. the wild was not a place to be cautious and calculating. at times, yes, caution was needed to survive, and planning was vital to making it from one year to the next in one piece, but, come on, the wilderness would not come from the word 'wild' if civility were required at all times. then again, the situation usually dictated isis's actions, but she felt calm and trustful enough to follow this black champagne to the 'forgotten valley'. she'd need a home for the coming war, as nevaeh had suggested, anyways, and what better place than the terra where this stud was headed? he seemed quite self-sufficient and soldier-like. . .

this forgotten valley. . it seemed mysterious and so very. . .adventurous that she was immediately intrigued, by the name alone. and, needless to say, the stallion had managed to charm her into agreeing; not that isis was weak enough to follow just about anyone, and to jump under any umbrella or protection a stallion offered, but black champagne seemed different. like he was worth following. Well, pet, have ye a place to call your own, with those to watch out for you, or are you all 'lone? he asked in a masculine, yet strangely musical and pleasing to her auds; the accent, though, was like icing on the cake. somehow, her lips curved upwards into a true smile, a soft, welcoming smile that seemed very natural on her facade, without a conscious command for her facial muscles to do so. what had this brute done to her? whatever it was, it was pleasant. like the namesake of my breed, sir, i am without home; a wanderer, a gypsy. neither stallion nor friend protects me; i am quite self-sufficient enough to defend myself. that's not to say i wouldn't mind a little break from the tediums of self defense, or loneliness, though, she said, tilting her head to one side with interest as the black steed drifted closer on long iron pillars.

I know of a place, called Forgotton Valley. I could take you there, if you'd like, black champagne offered with a polite bob of his head. isis smiled again, this time eagerly. a new adventure, something she hadn't had for a long while. the thrill of a new trek pumped adrenaline through her blood, long absent from her system. her ebony and white splashed neck stretched out, her mane rippling with the movement, gentle bumping the stallions shiny ebony shoulder with her velvety pink and grey muzzle. i'm sure the place where you reside shall be quite good enough for myself; i look forward to seeing this terra you call home, she said in a softer voice, turning her great cranium toward the stallion again, her mocha optics filled with curiosity and trust.

[rayvencullen.]

BLACK CHAMPAGNE
is this what you call life? your perfect insanity?

He'd not been here that long and already he was out finding beautiful damsels for his land, how wonderful. But already into his stay he had made an enemy, Malfoy to be exact, the little pest tried to put his beautiful queen in jeopardy and he thinks he could get away with it? And what of all these rumors flying around that his great uncle Marvolo was back, how would the older brute cope with knowing one of his descendents roam the lands he dare tread upon? Would he try and take him out, threaten his mares again, try and steal the land from underneath his grasp? No, Black wouldn't allow that, he was strong to believe he could face Marvolo face to face; after all, the weak bastard had followers and he couldn't find for himself? How pathetic, he mumbled to himself but quickly sharpened his features towards her to make sure she didn't think it was for her.

When a smile rose to her lips, Black thought he would go blind just by the sheer beauty of it, and he found his own smile forming upon his lips. Then her words had floated through the air and entered his eardrums, lyricals were beautiful and smooth as well, and he tilted his head to catch better drift of it. Well, Isis, his accent rolled off of her name, and it even made him smile, .. you are welcome back home to Forgotton Valley. You're safe from harms way, he notified softly, stepping even closer to her so that their chests bumped slightly, only then did he flank her. Tossing his head over her back was only part of the seduction, only then did his kissers come upon her right ear to whisper his words. With a few excitements thrown in, too, at your pleasure if you need them there...

He then drifted around her hindquarters, shoulders running along her whip with an affirmed snort. Ohh yes, such power, he murmured, cheek pressing against her warm flank, teals shining micheviously. He'd flirt with her excessively, he noticed, but she was so beautiful he just couldn't help it. He then moved up her barrel with gentle nibbles at her winter coat, circling her like a predator that was hunting for his food, words coming out just above a whisper, .. my eyes deceive me, be still my heart.. it was all incoherent, but it may have made some sense to him, maybe even her, and when her mug pressed against his shoulder he snapped from his daze. i'm sure the place where you reside shall be quite good enough for myself; i look forward to seeing this terra you call home, and again a smile rose on his lips.

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[lynx'']

Twist, hun. Why ahve you swapped to Black after your first posts were with Starwishe?

[`* isis]

Well, Isis... you are welcome back home to Forgotton Valley. You're safe from harms way. . . With a few excitements thrown in, too, at your pleasure if you need them there... the black stud whispered the last part in her ear, seduction dripping from the barely audible fragments of resonance that greeted her long, almost mule-like ears, which flickered back and forth fervently to catch the vocals in all their sultry suggestiveness. she felt rather smug, almost seeming to ride a strange high, one that she could not place. giddiness, perhaps? or maybe simply the equine version of a sugar rush. no, the former seemed more plausible. this black champagne certainly did have quite an effect on the gypsy mare, though she was rather new to this whole scene, anyways. she usually kept away from claiming grounds, prefering to be alone; had she known this magical place, with the rushing waterfall and fairy-tale quality, had been a place for stallions to claim mares, she would have avoided it altogether. . . then again, had she known that such a charming gentleman had been waiting on the other end of the line, then, no doubt, she would have come. then again, venturing to such places was an adventure in itself, and, as a general rule of the universe, isis could simply not resist an escapade. it might kill her some day, like curiosity killed the cat -though cats were generally lacking in the common sense area-, but, until that day, an exciting journey with potential danger and action would never be greeted with negativity from her.

and so, with her curiosity spiked already, she could not resist the offer black gave her. sure, a home would be a little confining, but, eventually, restless souls needed to find homes, to be tethered down by some force or another; besides, it would give her an umbrella of protection, a place that she knew she would always be wanted. she had never really known what it was like to be actually wanted, by anyone, anywhere. with such potential teeming behind the golden doors of this opportunity, and not even taking into account the black knight that circled her now, mumbling incoherencies that isis didn't really pay attention to, but heard nonetheless, it was already beyond the accept or decline stage for her. like she could, let alone would, decline such a charming brute as black champagne. it was already decided. . my eyes deceive me, be still my heart.. the mumbled words were, like its predecessors, incoherent, though isis was beyond really comprehending even the most lucid words. she twisted her neck to grin at black, whose lips also curved into a smile.

don't mind if i exploit those 'excitements', she said in a low voice, her mug twisting into a mischievous smile. but before i find the time for taking you up on your most tempting offer, i believe we should get to wherever it is this forgotten valley is, she said, a trace of the impish smile on her facade, and she reached out to nip playfully at his mane, her mocha optics twinkling with excitement. as dazed as she had been before, she suddenly felt just an hyper and energetic; she wanted to run to stretch her legs and really see just how fast she could push herself. she craved the adrenaline in her blood, though she tried to keep the need for speed off her face; black would probably think his new mare was going insane if she let her hyperness show. and that would not be very good. . .