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Post by Koosh on Mar 16, 2013 22:04:22 GMT -5
It was with a flash and crack that lightning wrought its way across the sky, arcing from cloud to cloud like so many fingers of quicksilver. All of the storm’s fury pounded down in sheets of rain over the steppe, dousing all in the life-giving flow that would sustain its chosen name for another round of seasons. The lack of trees, though, gave the thunderheads little to strike with its hot lances of white flame. Those bolts that did jump away from the heavens to hit the ground set only a small blaze before the deluge stamped it to sodden ashes.
‘Stormscome is surely the most apt name for this season,’
[/i] pondered a rather sad-seeming figure in the flat void of grassy plain. ‘The gods are good, though. Rains mean grass, grass means fodder, fodder means...’ A delicate, dished face lifted against the downpour. “Life,” she said aloud, in a voice scarcely robust enough to be heard under the dint of rainfall. In spite of the all-encompassing rain that saturated her coat and mane, the mare retained at least an ounce of the loveliness that garbed her on the most perfect day of Greenstime. Each shade of sunset in her wet hide was darkened by its burden, and the long black hair of her forelock, mane, and tail looked black rather than indigo, but naught could dampen the golden glint of her eyes. Ears twitching away stray drops of water, the mare ambled forward at an oddly easy pace considering the inclement weather. As long as she found comfort in the warm graces of the Gods, Atalya would find no reason to fret. And that, to be sure, would be a very long time indeed.[/justify] status;; done.
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Post by Laz on Mar 18, 2013 18:15:55 GMT -5
Estali trotted along the steppe, intentionally splashing through any puddles along the way. Shadows licked along her slender bodice each time lightening flashed, making her chocolate coat appear much darker. Her mane was heavy with water, shades of cream and white, falling in waves and curls past her shoulder. The first thing anyone could see however was the mare’s stitched up smile, an eerie sight amidst the rainstorm. It was one of her more noticeable markings apart from her white pillars, which were now quite muddy, and a large white spot on her rear. The black around her eyes and nostrils made it appear as if she had no pelt at all covering her crown, giving the impression of a skull with a very inviting smile.
Despite the weather, Estalai was still in a good mood. She loved a good storm and the way she looked at it all the rain was an effortless bath. It was a nice change of pace from the usual sunny day. Continuing on, Estalia began to hum to herself. Her pink orbs scanned the area, falling upon Atalya. Ears perked forward as she nickered in her direction, coming to a slow halt. She was trying to determin the best way to approach the mare. She didn’t want to come off as scaryI t was hard to make friends with a face like this, despite her always smiling. She always looked so wicked and the storm as backdrop didn't help. She took a few short steps towards the mareand cleared her throat to alert the other one of her presence. “Hello, my name is Estalai! I’m just out here exploring!” she spoke sweetly, noticing the mare’s canvas was an interesting shade of pink. How beautiful! she thought to herself. Estalai shook her forelock from her face and continued to stand a t a bit of a distance. She really had hoped her smile didn’t make her look hostile towards the mare.
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OOC: I’m still trying to get a feel for Estalai! xD
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Post by starafter89 on Mar 18, 2013 19:40:42 GMT -5
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Fierce, coffee brown eyes scorched the landscape. I was on the highest part of the area, looking down into the vast grass below I. I flicked my ears, the perked, perfect, tobiano set upon my large cranium. I paused in mid-crawl. Well, a walk, but it was so slow it was a crawl to me. Like I had anywhere to be. Honestly, who cared about my pace? If anything, I could just teleport to and fro, without even a second glance. Swinging my extravagent bulge of a head around in the other direction, my ears listened again for the sound. The sound of noise, that is.
I believe I heard the sound of life. Maybe I was day dreaming. Nah, that wasn't likely, I wasn't one to doze off in my most faithful weather. Nostrils flaring, I inhaled the scent of mare. Flicking my multi-colored tail, swish, swish, swish, I careened my head like that of a dressage champion. I cantered delicately towards the gentle, get robust speech. Yet the pouring liquid was difficult to get a good view through. Anyways, I could tell this beast was beautiful. Mostly by the way she carried herself. Sighing inwardly, I would have to be on my most gentle-man-like behavior. Besides, I couldn't afford to have enemies anyways.
Suddenly, another horse was in view, right before me, it seemed. I swerved just in time to avoid colliding with the masked mare, only to realize she was another mare. Ah, the day was starting to ease into a fine day. Rain, my favorite weather, a pretty mare, plus another! At a closer glance to the mare I almost stampeded over, I realized she had a ghastly off-white face, a stitched muzzle. Markings. She probably thought they were hideous. I personally thought they added character.
I stopped between the two vixs, eying each of the beauties carefully. How delicate the odd-colored one was, just magnificent. The other one had a manly statue about her, more like a mare everyone was friends with. Males surely would pick on first sights the delicate one, but if I guessed correctly, the ghost-mare would have more personality. Ah, fun.
Maybe these two would even start to dance in the rain with me. Splendid, that would be. How I enjoyed these cool rains. My shaggy tobiano coat kept me warm in winter, so I wasn't scared of the cold. Cold actually brought me warmth. No sweaty hide, no stinging sun, and certainly no need of shade. Obviously the one who's got a manly presence liked the rain, just by the girlier way she held herself. Maybe I'd finally found someone who also hated the heat.
I glanced at the mare I'd first scented. A horn upon her head, colors dancing across my orbals. A magnificent sight, surely. One such beauty as this did not get stumbled across quickly. I would have to tell this one to stay away from some of these beasts. Who knows what could happen to her. Either of them, really.
I then remembered I'd caught on to a little of what the ghoul-mare was saying. Something about her name... Estali, I believe. As long as my hearing doesn't deceive me, I guess. Well, time to put on the romantic charm. "Ah, hello Estali and delicate fae. I'm Shujaa. Now, should I ask what you two are doing here?"
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Post by Koosh on Mar 20, 2013 14:04:31 GMT -5
 Rain still fell with the steady confidence of nature, as inevitable as the sunrise. The noise it generated against the rippling grass was comfortingly numbing to Atalya; it let her mind drift toward the sporadic rumors she’d heard... And they were surely rumors she found great interest in. Whispers, talk of strange and majestic beings glimpsed in the bog. Creatures of exceeding beauty and radiance, that vanished at a glance. Even more prominent was the sudden appearance of a world once lost - the streets of Babylon were open once more to the horses of Aeon. Atalya herself had intended to visit the lost city, but when it came down to it a wave of trepidation had frozen her hooves at the very edge of its cobblestone streets. Dare she tread where the Gods had once lived? The doubt was too much to bear, and the young healer fled to find solace - and, hopefully, some courage - in meditation and prayer. Hence she’d come to the sprawling steppes where she’d been born those years ago. There was little chance of stumbling across her family at the moment, though; the small band usually migrated toward higher elevations in the season of storms to avoid flooding. To Alya, though, mountain-climbing seemed like a pretty treacherous prospect at the moment. That thought brought a slight smile to her amethyst muzzle, along with the jolt of finding two figures on the otherwise empty storm-swept steppe. The closest was the first to speak, a pleasant-looking chocolate-and-white pied mare opening with a cheerful introduction. Her mention of exploring induced a curious head-tilt in Atalya. It wasn’t too chill at present, but the inclement weather seemed slightly less than ideal for adventuring. “Gods’ grace upon you, Estalai,” she rolled the unfamiliar name in her mouth carefully, “and merry meet.” Her already-warm smile extended with the greeting, and the mare’s dished face bobbed welcomingly. Estalai’s markings were something she’d not seen the like of before, but Alya forced her eyes not to linger too long. ‘Any mark bestowed by the Gods is a gift,’ she chided herself silently. As if to help divert her attention, the other equine took his turn in the introductions, naming himself as Shujaa. This one was very clearly masculine, wearing a sodden pelt of black and white fur and speaking in a smooth, lively tone of voice. “Shujaa,” she said in acknowledgement, framing it in her warm contralto with a nod. “I would wish you fair skies and Gods’ grace, but I’m afraid the first is impossible at this time of year.” Her smile turned slightly rueful as her golden eyes lifted to scan the thunderheads above. In a long, languorous movement her leonine tail coiled and uncoiled its slender length as she considered the stallion’s question. “I have no particular reasoning for my venture here, sir,” she began slowly, “though I was born and raised not far from where we stand, and know the area well. I’ve no particular home at the moment, either, and it seemed a good place for reflection and meditation.” Again her head cocked slightly, water dripping the length of her horn and mane. Now her amber eyes slid between these two new acquaintances. “What of yourself? Estalai?”status;; done.
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Post by starafter89 on Mar 24, 2013 16:34:06 GMT -5
; Shujaa ;
I tried to get a better glance at the beauties before me. The rain was just so heavy. Normal Stormstime, anyways. I guess I'd ought to get used to the hideous weather in Stormstime if I was to be staying in the wicked land for a while. The rain was making the grass muddy, and I hated squelching mud, especially when it went into my hooves. It was greatly annoying. Then I get irritated and snappy. Oh, doesn't everyone love when I get snappy? It's like I have three heads. I guess that would be normal here, anyways. Laughing a bit to myself, I tried to dance a bit closer to the nearest horse, Estalai, it seemed. Giving a graceful smile of only a sly studly self like me could give, I shimmied closer to them. Hopefully, I didn't frighten them with my plain appearance.
Tobiano coat soaked and now pink hide beneath exposed, I supposed I appeared to be a rat. A rat! Well, the wonders before me weren't shell-shocked by my hideous coat, anyways. For as much as I loved the rain, it didn't love me. I peared closer at the more child-like one, and then she started to speak. She greated white-ghoul-face first, then I. Oh, a gods' lover, then, eh? I hadn't come across one of these yet. This ought to be interesting. I'd come across one of these horses in the old lands, but not these. This ought to be fun. She sparked a light in my eyes when she made a comment about my favorite weather, and I controlled myself from going off on her. I loved the rain, why didn't everyone else? Well, I guess I'd opt to be civilized. "Splendid. Grace and fair skies upon you too. Would it be rude to ask your names? I take it you're Estalai," I pointed my grey-pink snout at white-face, and then continued, "And you are?" I acknowledged her words after and then started talking yet again, "Extraordinary place, eh?"
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Post by Laz on Mar 25, 2013 19:58:35 GMT -5
Estalai was a creature who relished in seeking natural beauty throughout the world of Aeon, especially in the most unlikely of circumstances. The storm was a grim veil upon the stunning land, it was something the mare easily understood and saw magnificence everywhere she turned even in the washed out downpour. It was much like her own features that masked her inner beauty. Although some would find her beautiful, Estalai always worried about scaring others away, she often felt like her outside never quite matched up to her inside.
A warm smile spread across the mares’s maw. She didn’t let her orbs focus on the stranger too long, before glancing away not wanting to be rude. “And upon you too as well…uhmm…” She spoke softly voice trailing off into a laugh. “I suppose, I don’t know your name.” Crown lowered as she arched her nape, right front pillar bending slightly into a bowing position. Straightening up again her auds perked to the sound of oncoming hoofbeats and before she knew it a tobiano stallion came barreling her way, nearly missing her. She barely stole a glance at the one who introduced himself as Shujaa, before extending another friendly greeting. “Why yes, hello there, pleasure to meet you as well!” She spoke sweetly.
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OOC: Sorry it’s so short! I wanted to get something in quick before I go to bed!! 
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Post by starafter89 on Mar 26, 2013 10:57:57 GMT -5
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My eyes flared enjoyably, this day was turning out alright, honestly. I've met at least two beautiful horses today. I wondered what they were like. The godly one didn't seem to speak very much, quiet. I wondered if all the freaks in this land where like that. Yeah, freaks. I wasn't reffering to them as freaks in a bad way, more of a... Unnatural way. I knew that they thought I was the weird one, "untouched," they say. I quite enjoy having at least a little of my old self, although that was a little depressing to have some part of my sinister, foolish, younger self. A little disturbing, really. The Gods clearly wanted me to remember who I was. I curiously wondered why they would take such a harsh blow on me. They probably knew it hurt my real feelings... The ones I have never shown anybody. I was glad to get a fresh start, anyways. I was also looking for somebody to trust here. I seriously doubted the fact I would find somebody, but I always had hope in something. Foolish, or not.
Sighing and pressing my thoughts away, I listened closely to ghost-face's words. Certainly masculine, in my opinion. Maybe she was just more masculine than the other mare, who'd yet to speak her wonderful name. Ah, the beauty of names. Mine ment 'Hero' in Swahili. I didn't know where my fake parents had gotten it from. I didn't really know them, they only let me talk at night, to the drenching rain. Shaking my head, I intently peered at Estalai again. "Ah, dearest Estalai. How sweet are your lovely words. Come, I see you like the rain. Let's dance, shall we darling?" A mischevious smile lit up my face, and I started prancing in the rain. I probably looked much like a drowned rat, but hey, at least I was having fun.
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Post by ♛ Dova Soupi on Mar 26, 2013 11:17:01 GMT -5
admin note: please keep in mind posting order! <3
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Post by Koosh on Mar 26, 2013 14:44:31 GMT -5
Lightning rippled across the sky, spider-webbing from cloud to cloud as thunder crackled menacingly. Atalya’s ears flicked warily. Some fairy-tales told to foals spoke of how thunder and lightning was an expression of the Gods’ anger or displeasure, though never explained why they became so incensed during this particular season. For a moment she was quiet, standing by in her own little world while the stallion Shujaa prattled along with honeyed small-talk. Though it was not her place to judge, Alya got the distinct impression that the pied stallion extended these good graces with ease toward almost any mare; whether they were always welcome was another matter entirely. It dawned on the dampened mare that she’d been asked a direct question, and she gave her head a little shake to put the restless thoughts at bay. “Forgive me,” she demurred, speaking more to Estalai than the stallion. “I’m afraid I was quite lost in thought.” A sharp crack of thunder punctuated her slight pause, and gave her time to flick the whippy length of her tail from one side of her body to the other. Its heavy plume of lush amethyst hair was thoroughly soaked and dripping as she coiled it around one hind leg. “I go by the name Atalya, if you please.” It would seem that the rain was falling a shade harder than before, the din of pattering raindrops making it more difficult both to hear and be heard. ‘Let’s dance,’ was the basic gist of what Alya heard then from Shujaa, and she couldn’t help the way her eyebrow raised dubiously. Dancing was all well and good, to be sure, but in such a circumstance? With strangers, and in the midst of an increasingly dangerous storm? “I must beg your pardon in this, I fear. Dancing in such a scene as this is nothing I would engage in,” her tone was polite, bordering on apologetic, but still a touch dry. Benign as she might be, this little encounter was infringing on her wish to meditate over the appearance of Babylon. status;; done.
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notes;; Oops, yeah, sorry I couldn’t get this posted earlier. :Y
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Post by Laz on Apr 9, 2013 17:44:19 GMT -5
Cocking an imaginary brow Estalai tilted her head listening the stallion’s words. “Dance? I do like the rain but this is a rather nasty storm! I was just going to ask if Atayla had a safe place for cover! I saw her as I was exploring and I noticed the weather taking a turn for the worst! Just as soon as the words left her mouth they were interrupted by a large “BOOM!” It was true that the mare loved nothing more than a good storm… however, it was nice to watch from the safety of a shelter, not be standing in the middle of one. Crown rising towards the heavens she turned her orbs to the angry sky. Besides the three of them, they stood alone in a field, lightening striking furiously at the ground just a ways off from where they had gathered. ”I don’t mean to be rude; I just don’t want to end my journeys here. …I mean though if you really want too though, I suppose we could. With a warm smile she looked down and gave an apologetic nod to Shujaa. There she went again putting others before herself. It was definitely not the safest idea but she did not want to come off rude. The stallion seemed nice enough, although she had a feeling he was nice to all the pretty ladies. ”Maybe I can get a rain check?” she said with a snort, a quiet laugh following behind.
The ghoul-like mare shifted her weight, looking down at the freshly made hoofprints as another gust of wind whipped at her frame. She marveled at their uniqueness before turning her attention back towards the other two. This had to most certainly be an odd sight; the three of them standing in the middle of a storm making small talk. It was obvious Estalai was rather shy, which would easily explain the loner status. It’s not that she didn’t make friends easily she just met potential ones in very awkward situations.
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OOC: Super sorry for the late reply. Dx I’ve been really busy lately. ;__;
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Post by starafter89 on Apr 14, 2013 17:06:59 GMT -5
[You guys can go ahead without me, sorry, I'm just really busy in RL.]
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