Read me a riddle, Raed

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[bg=#E0E8EF][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,400,table] I have met several others of my species during my stay in these lands and for their company I have been most grateful, although some of the company left something to be desired. My thoughts drift over the souls I have encountered thus far in my journey, my expression turning serious. First came Aconite, a very polite and sweet individual that I can easily see becoming friends with should our paths cross once more. No romantic notions formed in my mind during our interaction which does not surprise me, and judging by his actions he is not interested in me. Soon enough my thoughts pass from Aconite to Raed...Raed. Features morph into a look of amused disdain while the tiniest of smiles curves my lips upward. Though he put my patience to perhaps the most extreme test it has ever endured he brought a genuine smile to my face that day; something that I have not given in what feels like ages. I may have only turned into a mare, but my life has been far from luxurious or stable the past two years and laughter has been scarce. Allowing my thoughts to move away from Raed I think on the other two stallions I have met and realize that I have not yet encountered any of my own gender. Finding this rather odd I ponder it for a moment before settling on a potential reason; the ratio must be unbalanced. Shaking out my pale tresses I think of Sebastian and how hopefully our friendship may grow as I am in need of someone I can share my troubles with; the burdens of my heart. I would prefer to share with someone who is more than a friend but that area of my heart has long been dead, crushed by my brother and I cannot bear the thought of resurrecting it. The last soul to add to my mental count is Weimael but my thoughts on him are short-lived as I am not sure what may come of our meeting. Having been utterly engrossed in my own mind and musings I failed to notice where my hooves brought me. Lavender-blue eyes look about curiously, this section of land is not one I have explored before but I am intrigued by it's quiet beauty. Noting the countless butterflies swirling about every time I take a step I pause and let my gaze roam upward to watch them flit and float. Soon enough I find myself engrossed in something else; their beauty, and the rest of the world falls away. OOC: Complete, for Wicked and her Raed. =)

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[Wicked Sama]

[atrb=width,550,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=black] Raed was the wandering sort. He traveled from this place to that, making acquaintances and more than a few enemies along the way. Close friends? He had none, but it didn't bother him all that much. When you were a happy fool like Raed, you didn't need close relationships to keep you happy or smiling. But perhaps it would do him good to find another equine to call a friend. maybe they could teach him manners and polish his rough and tumble ways. But then again, maybe not. If they were his true friend, why should they want to change him in the first place? The summer was turning to autumn, and Raed pondered the long winter that was no doubt on its way. The days were getting shorter, but the grass was still green. Raed hated the mush that he had to eat during the wet, snowy times, and hoped the weather gods were on his side. It hadn't snowed yet, perhaps they would wait a bit longer before dropping the white flakes to cover the ground. His bright blood bay coat fit in nicely with the shades of fall. Oranges, yellows, and reds were all around. In the trees, in the sky, everywhere you looked. The young stallion was in quite the happy mood, wandering through the lands on his own as he was ever known to do. He was on his way through a long meadow, the tall grasses nearly reaching his barrel, when he caught what he thought to be a familiar scent. His rounded audits perked, dark eyes scanning the forest on the far side of the meadow. It was a mare, no doubt, but why did he feel like he knew it? Letting his curiosity get the better of him (or maybe his ever raging hormones?), he followed the lingering perfume into the trees, letting his chocolate eyes get accustomed to the darker area. This way and that it wound, getting ever stronger as he went. But it wasn't until he stepped through a strand of heavily intertwined branbles and bushes that Raed noticed where he was. Tiny colorful insects flitted all about him, and he watched them in wonder. He'd never been to this place before, but had heard of it many times. But the butterflies weren't the only pretty thing to catch his attention. "Well, well, well. I seem to have found myself a prize! It's Daenerys, right? Love how that sounds." He chuckled to himself, remembering that he had mentioned a similar statement the first time they met. He was almost surprised that this mare was still around. ooc: bleh! so horrible. DX sorry about the wait. --------------------------------------------------------------

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[bg=#E0E8EF][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,400,table] Utterly engrossed in my own thoughts I fail to notice the arrival of another until his painfully familiar voice startles me and he almost seems surprised I am here. Visibly startled from my silent musings I turn quickly, my features morphing into a mask of disdain at who I see. ”Hello, Raed.” My greeting is almost a sigh as his name is said while I exhale. Normally I would never be so outright rude to another soul and I can almost sense my mother rolling in her grave, but this stallion’s presence will surely be my undoing. His beastly manners leave much to be desired. But you enjoy the compliments to your name my generous, forgiving, and sometimes annoying side whispers softly to my conscious. Clearing my throat and forcing a smile to my lips, I attempt to ask him what brings him to this place but am shocked by what actually comes out. ”And what is it that you love about my name, dear Raed?” Quickly schooling my features into a mask of mild curiosity I inwardly chastise myself severely. Feeling quite foolish, in fact if a horse could blush I do believe my cheeks would be as red as apples, I turn away from him and back to the butterflies. A sad attempt to seem disinterested in my own question but his presence rattles me. Watching the butterflies eases some of the tension away from my muscles in a rather short time and I am grateful for that. What is it about him, other than his attitude, that has me out of sorts? This is only our second meeting but just as the first, I am annoyed yet intrigued by him. Taking a few steps away from him, I smile to the little creatures dancing away, walking until there are no more directly around me. Ignoring his presence will be the safest bet at getting him to leave me alone, I imagine, so I lower my head down to graze a bit. Raed is a stallion full of hot air and no bite and though I do not know him well, I cannot see him attempting to harm me. I am no fighter, by nature, so I sincerely hope my impressions of him are correct. OOC: Complete.

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[Wicked Sama]

[atrb=width,550,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=black] Raed feels pleased with himself. A light smirk plays on his ashen mug as he watches the tiny creatures flutter too and fro. He wonders if they have any worries, sorrows, joys. Do they even have brains? This question plays on his mind as the creamy vixen speaks a greeting to him. Her words make him grin, and he flicks his long ebony tail in satisfaction. "You remember my name. I must of made quite the impression, eh?" He nods in a coy, playful way. "That other stallion, his name escapes me, was so dry. I have personality." He laughs to himself. Raed could pull off being cocky without appearing too much like a dick. "So really, I should not be surprised that you remember me." He tosses his head, letting his attention drift back to the butterflies. The mare seems almost visibly discomforted by him. So why, then, is her question almost, flirty? Raed gives her a smirk, thinking his answer through for a minute. But he is quick at comebacks, so an answer doesn't evade him for long. "It's got personality...like me." He winks. "I would be obviously disappointed if your name was, say, Princess. No personality. No flavor." She walks away, distracting herself with grazing. Raed doesn't allow her to get away. He follows lazily behind her, letting the rainbow insects distract him. "And what is it that you love about my name?" He drops his head towards the grass but does not graze. Instead he stares at her intently, as only a creeper could. He knows full well that she did not compliment his name. But it is worth a try. -------------------------------------------------------------- ooc: love them <3 Raed . Five . Stallion . Blood Bay Splash . Brown Eyes . 16hh Homeless

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