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Post by Koosh on Nov 19, 2013 23:01:35 GMT -5
Though it never really became truly cold in Aeon, Stormstime was probably the closest they ever really got to “winter.” A cold front was rolling in, marked by bruised, angry clouds and a stiff, chilled breeze. That selfsame breeze ran its near-icy fingers through the dark amethyst mane of the sunrise-hued mare standing peacefully near the edge of the Coulee. In stark contrast to the rough, jagged rocky ledges around her, the mare seemed spun of velvet and glass; standing perfectly still as a bright beacon of color in a world rendered more and more grey by the oncoming storm front. Raising her delicate muzzle to sniff the air, the she-horse called Atalya pondered the landscape spread out before her with an almost reverent eye. The Coulee, while not the verdant paradise of the Steppe or as picturesque as the Shallows, was still awe-inspiring in its own way. “Truly, the Gods are good,” the mare murmured fervently, giving her silken mane a shake as she stepped forward with a confident grace to wind her way down to the ravine floor. Her journeys through Aeon’s expanses were nearly complete, she knew; north, south, east, and west she had traveled, saving the less-hospitable tracts for last. Though she’d had a few small near-misses with predators, and more than one scare from a too-close lightning strike, Aly had made it through unscathed. Well, this far, at least. status;; done. word count;; ~240 music;; n/a tagged;; Jess! notes;; not too bad, just a short little opener to get us started! :3
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Post by TimeLordNanc(: on Nov 22, 2013 19:30:10 GMT -5
jespen&jasper
Jespen rolled around on the ground lazily, long, thin legs stabbing at the air with every twist her body made. The lovely lady's glossy white mane spiraled on the slightly damp, charcoal rocks that created the Coulee's flooring. Her tassel followed, reaching far from her body in a silvery waved heap. The day was nice, though still slightly overcast, but at least the breeze was blowing and the air was moist. The ghostly mare loved damp, dark weather, perhaps because all she was ever blessed to see was white, and the occasional black shadowy figure. The darker it became, the less her brain hurt from the never-ending sea of pureness, which to others may have been a wonderful sight, but then again, Jess wasn't like anybody else.
Heaving a sigh, she rolled to her side and sat up slowly, nose to the ground but upright nonetheless. She thought two simple words: where's Jasper? Before a minute could pass, a long patch of crystal white fur bounded across the drab rocky ground. He jumped onto her back and sat, then began to play with her tangled mane, brushing it out with his dull claws. "What's wrong?" the ferret asked, playing with a particularly long strand of mane. Jess gave a small shrug and shook her neck, ripping the hair from Jasper's paws. He gave a short squeal of shock and fell to the ground before giving a gentle sob. "Oh, Jas, I'm so, so sorry!" Jespen yelled, turning her head this way and that in a frantic attempt to feel the ferret and give him comfort. Small, cold paws caught her face and she bumped him closer to her chest, wrapped her head around his small body, and murmured encouraging apologies. After a minute she ushered him onto her back once more and stood up, taking care not to let him fall. "For that, we'll do whatever you want to do today." She said, nodding her head. Jasper hummed and said, "Well, we haven't met anyone new in a few days, how about that?" Jess agreed and together they left, walking down the grassless land.
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Post by Koosh on Dec 3, 2013 15:25:23 GMT -5
Hooves scattering loose gravel, Atalya picked her way along the coulee in an almost leisurely fashion. Amber eyes roving, she admired everything from the downy dove-grey clouds overhead to the monochromatic strew of rocks that lined her path. A single plant grew off to one side, stubbornly pushing its wrinkled leaves and stout stem out of the jumbled, seemingly inhospitable landscape. Humming quietly for her own amusement, the sunset-colored mare ambled toward the little trooper, lowering her muzzle to nudge it gently. It was then, as she breathed a gentle puff of warm air onto the little sprout that she heard a tremor of sound on the cool air. Her head came up, forelock and mane quivering with the movement, and both fluted ears swiveled to attention. From her approximation, the noise had come from just around the bend, where a rise in the earth blocked vision. Curiosity and caution both mingled in her mind, the slender mare moved in the appropriate direction. She’d truly thought that the Coulee would be empty, for there wasn’t much at all to be seen or done in the area, but perhaps she was wrong. Aly just hoped it was a fellow equine of good intent, not some fearsome predator just awoken from a nap. As it turned out, there was no need to be overly concerned. Rounding the bend revealed the source of the sound as a delicate pale femme. Despite her tangled mane and the slightly slow, almost over-cautious nature of her movements, she was quite the pretty sight. “Excuse me,” called Atalya, lifting her voice in a gentle call. “Are you quite alright? I thought I heard a yell.” Face written with friendly concern, the healer paused a few lengths away. status;; done. word count;; ~300 music;; n/a tagged;; Jess! notes;; boop boop boop! x3
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