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[souls t a r`]

LIGHT, silent steps were taken down an invisible pathway down to the caves and beach. Limbs of petite yet sturdy make struck the composition at the gait of a trot. Half moon crescents were embedded into the turf with each step the mare took. Sasorra kept her head raised and tail swinging proudly above her rump, displaying the normal emblem of Arabian bloodlines. Around her there were palms and other shrubbery that blossomed with prosperity and lushness. Summer was here and even though the heat had been rather warm since she had entered this land she seemed not to entirely opposed to it.

IT did feel a lot more better than the freezing cold winters she used to have in her old home. Flaring her delicate, velvety nostrils the damsel danced down a small slope that led to one of the caves. The rocky cavern was massive in size but the mouth of it was only nine by eleven feet. Sasorra slowed her acceleration till she came to a halt at the mouth of the cave. She stared into the darkness that enveloped the very interior of the cavern. The mare couldn’t see a damn thing. Lifting her skull up toward the azure sky she noted that the sun was now approximately at high noon and relatively, this would be the warmest part of the day but she could feel the strong gusts of wind that blew through Coco Bay. It was most likely the breeze that made the heat not so harsh.

MANEUVERING her torso around to face out toward the ocean Sasorra pricked her ears to the melodic sounds of the waves as they crashed against the rocky walls down below. The remote squawk’s of the gulls barely even matching in comparison to the sea’s mighty voice. Sasorra exhaled a deep portion of carbon from her lungs as she watched the sea. She noticed that barely a cloud obscured the sky, besides a few that mingled off to the side of the atmosphere. It was a beautiful day and she hated to waste it being alone. But who wanted to see her--a newcomer to such a grand place? No one, that's who.

ALLOWING her ears to lay back against her skull the damsel once more concentrated upon the sea. If only her mother could have been here to see this. Or her sister Minx Poison. Minx would have loved it. Sasorra sighed, she missed her family. But what could she do? She needed to have a life of her own. Minx had gotten a life for herself so why couldn’t she? Sasorra regressed as she pondered upon the topic. Perhaps someone would come eventually.

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-- 'tis crap to what i normally can do. but whatever. have at it<3[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[rayvencullen.]

BLACK CHAMPAGNE
I guess I can't face myself in a mirror.

Though his lands were not that far away the ashen brute had been worn out the time he manuevered his way through the lands on his trek towards the claiming lands. He wouldn't deny it was time to find some new mares, build up a strong army because the war was rapidly approuching and it made him just a tad, nothing was really wrong since he had allies that would most likely fight by his side, but here he couldn't/wouldn't know if they were his true allies, for all he knew one of them would desert him on the battlefields. Refined head shook slightly from side to side, sending his ebon webs flying through the air with light flurrs; so this place was Coco Bay? He shouldn't even be here, it was wrong for an elder like him to be here but no one ever abided from the rules, so who cared?

The stench of salty sea air hung around the area and made him slightly sick and with a huffed sigh he moved his carcass into a slow and even trot through the sands, quick to move out of the lands before he got caught and was ran out. As he moved the sands were flung into the air with his ashen hooves and clung to parts of his tangled tail, before scents came upon him and it made him stop abruptly. Ears stood erect against his head before his invisiable eyebrows furrowed, teals shining within the sunlight before he took a sharp intake of breath, pushing against his confines to let out a gentle and welcoming call towards the essa in which blocked his path; just to prove his point mares moved for no one.

"Greetings, vixen; hope I'm not interupting you, but I am Black Champagne,"
as much as he tried to hide his tinted british accent, it flooded his words anyways; taking a step towards her a gentle and warm smile played his facade as he dipped his head respectfully. "I'm not supposed to be here, but I couldn't help but notice a beautiful thing standing in my way so I figured a little chatting wouldn't hurt anyone, would it?" He asked quietly, keeping a respectable distance away from her in case she did not want his being around, after all he was a stallion that was searching for mares, maybe she didn't want a home, maybe she wanted to roam the lands a little more before actually finding one, but a shrug pulled at his shoulders before he tipped his crown, awaiting her response.

-- no worries love! I think it was just fine :]

[souls t a r`]

A spontaneous shiver crept down Sasorra's spine as another untamed gust of wind came and went. The salty aroma of the sea stung her nostrils faintly but she was already growing accustomed to its prickling sensation. Sasorra snorted briefly as she cleared her nostrils of the tingling salt. It had been awhile since she had come to a beach like this--a year to be exact--and had actually watched the surf come in. But quickly her attention drifted to the sound of hoofbeats. Had someone seen her? Most likely. She kind of stuck out like a sore thumb wherever she traveled to. Even though some equines shared the same ivory texture of her pelt but for some reason she usually stood out above all the rest.

MANIPULATING her limbs the damsel then stationed herself to face the ebon brute. He was tall and quite muscular like her sire had once been. She admired his boldness to approach her and she smiled when he spoke. So Black Champagne was his name. Sasorra liked it. "Just call me Sasorra." A gentle, charitable smile spread across her velveteens. The nymph allowed her dark caramel orbs to scan the stud as he stood before her without movement. He was quite handsome too. Satisfied with her examination Sasorra then settled her optics upon Black Champagne's facade. She watched curiously as he then nodded to her and spoke again. The damsel's whisked her tail aside once more as she waited for his speech to end.

LIFTING her ears from their pinned position Sasorra then parted her lips, letting a soft coo escape from her velveteens. "No, a little chatting wouldn't hurt." Her smile grew wider as she peered upon Black Champagne. "Me? A beautiful thing? Hardly," Taking a step off to her left, away from Black Champagne, she flicked her ashen tail almost teasingly. Craning her elegant neck in his direction she softened her smile slightly as she once more looked over his torso. She couldn't decipher quite yet what breed he might be but he most likely held the lines of a valiant breed. The contours of his physique were attractively chiseled. Sasorra pulled her gaze away from him for a split second. Don't be getting any ideas.. She thought to herself.

SWALLOWING down a slight bulge that had grown in her throat Sasorra retraced her sight back to Black Champagne's face. Inhaling she then spoke, "And why, pray tell, aren't you suppose to be here? If you don't mind me asking, that is." The essa was curious as to why he shouldn't be here. Was he a murderer of sorts? A rapist? Or did he have a mate that didn't want him to be around other mares? There were endless possibilities but Sasorra didn't get caught up in her thoughts. He would tell her soon enough of his predicament. So she awaited his response.

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-- thank you<3 but i usually can write up to 600+ posts. ;x[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[rayvencullen.]

BLACK CHAMPAGNE
I disgrace myself in the mirror.

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When he returned home smelling like the sea that would probably drive away his mares, but then again that was his notion; everyone seemed sickened by the twinge of the salty sea. He tilted his head quickly before a smile came upon his lips, she was the same colour as Cassiopeia, and in that category she was beautiful; a beautiful colour it was, pale hairs with dark flecks, then again anyone with colour mesmerized him. He was cursed with being just another black horse, and he wanted to admit it so bad that he wanted to be different, atleast fit in the light lands; after all there was not that many black lights. As she turned to face him, teal gaze sharpened slightly and muscles tensed tightly before calming themselves, so her name was Salsorra. "Salsorra..." he purred quietly, looking up at her through his lashes with a warm smile on his ashen lips.

He played around with the name on his tongue for a while, pure amusement shining innocently in his eyes as she began to encircle his bod with straying eyes, and unlike most stallions who would buff themselves out to impress mares he had no real reason to attempt such things. He had all the muscles he wanted, but as she stepped away his haunches moved sideways to follow her movements. "Oh, on the contrare my lamb, you are infact beautiful. Unique in your own way, then again it might just be the moonlight giving you your glow," he murmured quietly, turning his gaze towards the moon quickly with a pale smile. "Why I am not supposed to be here, you say," he turned his wise gaze towards her with a smile. "Recently my queen was attacked and I should be home caring for her. Here I am, flirting with you. Tsk, I am such a bad boy."

[souls t a r`]

THE eerie but entrancing light that illuminated down to Sasorra's hide made her pelt yet brighten with more intensity. She hated being in the spotlight like this but she didn't really know how to move about without discouraging or offending Black Champagne. So she remained standing where she was. She watched intently as he swung his hips to redirect himself to her and she flicked her right ear aside before then returning it to its perked position. The nymph hardly ever had any experience in talking with stallions - except her own father - but that couldn't count. Flaring her nostrils, Sasorra expelled carbon into the atmosphere. She noticed that he tensed and she tensed in response but he then settled calmly into his position. It took a moment for the ivory dame to then sooth her tensed muscles, but she accomplished it.

WITHIN the next moment Black Champagne began to speak once more. He seemed sincere in what he spoke and it made Sasorra feel rather delighted at his compliment. "Thank you," She softly uttered before then shaking her dished facade lightly. Locks of ashen hue danced over her orbs as the movement tussled them. Once her tresses had settled over to the right side of her countenance the fatale then returned a smile back toward the ebon stallion. He was once more speaking and she barely noticed this but apparently she had taken a step toward him, subconsciously. Hearing the word 'attack' and 'care for' suddenly triggered a maternal sentiment within her. "Oh my, well you should probably be taking care of her then. Or, I could come with you to help."

HER tone wasn't mean or criticizing but concerned. Sasorra hated to hear about hurt equines, even if she didn't know them. "Could that be arranged, oh bad, Black Champagne?" A bit of tease was inserted into her next lyrics. He seemed simply charming and even though she disliked him partially for leaving his queen unattended Sasorra couldn't help but at least like him. Perhaps she could attain a home if she went with him. A place among a herd. The idea made the fatale smile.

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[rayvencullen.]

I can't figure out what to post, but Sasorra is now part of Forgotton Valley. She is a normal mare, but please post in the herd meeting. Thanks :]