'the samster
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Post by 'the samster on Jun 10, 2013 0:56:20 GMT -5
M A S Q U E R A D E ' Take a look around at the sea of masks, come one, come all, welcome to the grand ball. where the strong run for cover and the weak stand tall..' Bright blue orbs stared out at the land before her. Wind blew in the grasses against her golden hocks of the missus. This land confused and amazed her. It was beautiful and dangerous. Something she could probably never truly get used to. Perhaps she could learn to live with it, to make a routine out of life here. She would never know until she tried, eh? Masq snorted, tossing her elegant head as a fly landed on it and bit her. Despite the magic of this land, there still seemed to be the pests of earth lingering here. She trudged on through the bluffs, moving around rocks and thick grasses, in case she came across a snake. She hadn't been one for snakes, ever. They were slimey and they bit. The creatures didn't have a high tolerence for being annoyed. So, she simply avoided the places they normally resided in. Her duo-toned tag flickered against her soot and gold colored flanks as she moved. She had just arrived from the rift and hadn't seen a single soul. Was there life on this land? Despite the obvious scent of predators? Sure, she smelt equines but the scents were old and faint. Masq pulled her silver lips back into a snarl and stopped to look around herself.
Her hooves had carried her across the lands and she had quickly learned of a few herds, or clans as they were called upon this land. This racked her brain on how she had not seen anyone. She had been on Selisona land and Gastci but she had seen no one! The mare snorted in annoyance. It was not that she sought out the social aspect of meeting others, oh no, she wanted to get what she could get from them. Children, a home, food, limited friendship, anything. But so far, it was as if they were avoiding her. Was she ugly? Last time she had checked, she had went from a hideous tainted dapple grey to this beautiful black missus with golden stockings. Swirls spiraled up from them and faded into the black on her flanks and shoulders. A gentle pattern of damask was printed upon her entire black pelt. But what was truely beautiful was her face. The lower half, silver, the upper half, gold with intricate swirls and patterns. Bones protruded from her skull but they did not look like bone. They protected her auds more than anything. Her mane and tail were mostly the same. Her mane was white, poofy and curly. Her tail was white dipped in black with momentous curls.
This was why she could not figure out why she couldn't find one single being on this entire island. Wasn't she pretty? Her eyes narrowed as she debated the question. She was pretty wasn't she? She had always had problems with her thoughts. If she was beautiful enough. Her black auds pinned backwards and she moved her hooves to stand at the edge of the bluff, looking down at the waves below. Why had she been thrown onto this world? Did she have a purpose here?
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Post by TimeLordNanc(: on Jun 10, 2013 11:28:52 GMT -5
ARISTOTLE
Though it was daytime, you'd grown tired of attempting sleep and ventured out from your Beaches to somewhere more exciting: the Bluffs. Meandering along, you had no such concept as hurrying as the day trudged on, the sun without much heat and the ground cool beneath your large hooves. Having your unique pelt meant that you didn't grow a winter coat, and so the chilly gusts that always blew from atop these Bluffs were like tiny needles stabbing into your every pore. It was a physical feature that you missed, granted, but it also meant a beautiful supernova always adorned your pelt. You had grown to like your new appearance, but it still wasn't enough and you knew that others would soon learn of your return and then you'd never get any rest.
But, alas, despite that knowledge you stepped over muddy puddles left from the rains and large rocks that were scattered about. The sky was the usual wintry-grey, threatening a downpour the further you got to the edge. It felt like you were alone, but hairs stood on your chest and those baby blue eyes scanned the area for any signs of life. It had been empty the last few days, but it hadn't bothered you too much, since you were still trying to figure life out now that it had been destroyed by the Rift. Of course, you had nothing against the Rift, but it still made you angry to think of what damage it could do, how dangerous it is. A sigh escaped your navy blue lippits and as your eyes glazed around for one last check, there stood a figure. The gust was blowing harder now, but you could still get a few wisps of her scent. Obviously a sweet feminine smell, the closer you wandered the more you could see her coloring and shape. Her pelt was golden and black, with patterns you'd seen before though not in that form. Her face was silver and gold, and extremely attractive. You were slightly embarrassed by your rough stature as you cleared your throat from a safe distance.
"Hello, miss. Fairly nice weather, is it not?" You didn't know how to start conversation other than the weather topic, and so you went with it, watching her closely.
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'the samster
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Post by 'the samster on Jul 1, 2013 9:57:35 GMT -5
M A S Q U E R A D E [/font][/size] ' Take a look around at the sea of masks, come one, come all, welcome to the grand ball. where the strong run for cover and the weak stand tall..'[/center] Masq snorted when the voice hit her auds. Bright, almost white blue orbs turned to look upon the brute that stood just meters behind her. She noted the adornment of colors on his pelt, yes, a stallion. The chill winds were in her favor, she could smell him quite easily. He had a handsome pelt. The mistress flicked her tag, turning away from the edge of the bluff, rocks fell from the cliff at the movement of her hooves. Her muscles clenched in her shoulders as she moved to face the stallion. What a surprise, she had finally come across another being that didn't want to feast on her flesh. So far, he seemed civil but that could be a facade. Hell, she was named after the number one facade known. A masquerade. The sea of masks. Everyone took on different facades. So she would not let this pass her mind, but for now, she would be the kind and innocent femme.
'Greetings.'
She couldn't help but grin at his comment on the weather. Was he a shy one? Or just didn't know how to make conversation? Or was it apart of his facade? But if it was, she would play this game.
'The weather is quite nice, I'd have to agree. My name is Masquerade, and your name, stranger?'
She stood on straight legs, her dock unmoving as her withers quivered with an itch. Perhaps this could be her first friend on this land? It was entirely possible. Her lips moved as she waited for his response. She needed friends in this world. She was more likely to have male friends. They were more pliant to her. She would not make to control them though. She nickered at the thought and pawed the earth as she waited for the stag.
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Post by TimeLordNanc(: on Jul 30, 2013 20:19:10 GMT -5
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"speech!" thoughts!
When the mare finally turned to peer at him, her colorful, or should he say, colorless. Her gray-white optics turned upon him, and he looked back with a steady blue gaze, a kind expression taking over his features. He meant to threat, and it seemed that the dame was trying to decide whether or not he was a bad guy- there certainly were enough of those around, the normal life of living in Aeon. It was a good thing most were posers- the color on the wall, the thunder before the lightening. Aristotle also had the advantage of size and magic, more specifically, necromancy. Making the dead attack? That'd make someone tuck tail. As the lady turned, the starry-pelted brute heard the falling of rocks and instantly tensed, waiting for her to plummet down the Bluffs and into the raging ocean beneath. But, she did not, and he began to relax slowly, still keeping an eye out for the crumbling ground. When she replied, his navy audits perked in her direction, listening to the melody of her voice.
'Greetings.'
A smile graced his silken lips, a silent reply to her own grin. She must be thinking about his weather comment, and who could blame her? It was the easy way to start a conversation, and much more subtle than 'hi my name is...'.
'The weather is quite nice, I'd have to agree. My name is Masquerade, and your name, stranger?'
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[/i] Aristotle nodded in agreement, and focused more on her name. Masquerade... wasn't that a type of ball, or dance? It had a lovely sound to it nonetheless, a little bit... fairytale, if you asked him. The navy star-spotted stag lowered his frame into a deep bow, and spoke with a voice of thunder. "Hello, my dear Masquerade. My name is Aristotle, Chief of Thalmic." He smiled politely her way, and then glanced back up at the settling day around them. "The Bluffs are beautiful on days like these, no? But please, feel free to disagree. We all have our opinions, do we not?" He mused, a slightly blank expression wiping his face as he thought about his words. He had no true meaning to them, however, he did tend to crave an intelligent conversation now and again. She seemed eligible, and so here he was, attempting to begin one. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ∞ Status is complete ∞ This post is for Masquerade ∞ I listened to Les Miserables Soundtrack ∞ The word count is No idea ∞ Here's a note: Sorry for the wait !!
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