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Post by {Txep} on Mar 24, 2012 1:02:08 GMT -5
Frail old bones creeked and groaned in rebelion of movement against the mind that forced them to commence forward. Sinue and muscle so withered away all areas ment to be lush, full and round with muscle now were concave. Though yet a shimering coat of sun licked buckskin, the skeleton barely looked more than just a blanket of skin drapped over poky hips and withers. This stallion was old and weak, but yet heathy for his time, nothing was lacking in food or water. Just an old body telling the world it had found adventures, triumphed in battles, conquered lands of many, wooed many ladies and now was ready after so many years of glory to retire for the last few years left of life.
A slow saticfied sigh drifted from once black nares that were now progressively becoming more grey each day. Pleasing smile stretched wrinkled lips and chin, the world was becoming a blur to this old stallion. His once bright chocolate orbs were beginning to become cloudy, as his sight was having black framing all that he seen. Everything was eluminated by a fussy outline that caused him to squint alot to make things out clearly. Visiblity at night was now near impossible for the old man, needing to find shelter from the elements before darkness came. Pressing forward a chuckle came from his throat,
"Old friend I just know this place was blessed by the Equine gods. Look at it all, it's pure beauty that was ment for us to prosper in..."
Who was this horse talking to? He barely knew himself, yet he spoke as though an old friend was hobbling along side him as clear as day. Perhaps his friend was but only within the buckskin's mind not realizing he was speaking out loud. Many of times this wilted stag spoke like this without thought, a mistery of what was really going on in his mind. Pausing for a breather living his warn bony visage, eyes straining to see the beauty of the thicket surrounding him. Though summer and a layer of sweat matted his pelt Story Teller could see butterflies flutter before him giving him a please smile. Just dazzled he stared calmly at the fluttering winged creatures with much amusement in silence. |
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Post by Galloping Glory! on Mar 24, 2012 14:16:02 GMT -5
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[/color][/font] THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND[/font] The wind roughly brushed up the sides of the golden sheered filly as she turned herself against it in hopes it would remain parted from her ears. If there was one thing she disliked the most in her travels, it was the wind blowing so rapidly within her ears. She needed them more than ever to listen carefully to the sounds around her because others weren't there to let her know of danger. Lowering her head so that it evened up with her shoulders, the filly began to move off in the direction of the thickest mass of the land in hopes of shielding herself. With the wind playing it's games, it tossed and toiled with her mane and tail seemingly making them dance without no control. The summer had been a daunting one and with the heat radiating down upon her strong back, the wind did little to ease it's pain. From the looks of it all, it wouldn't be long until a storm found it's way upon her with all it's glory.
Ducking into the thickets for her small amount of shelter, her body pausing to take in the scene about her, she caught the scent of another shortly about. Allowing her ears to sway out away from her skull just enough to listen and not enough to contain the wind, the filly could hear the slow weary steps of another. It wasn't the sound of a proud walk of a stallion nor the fleetness of a mare, it wasn't even the sound of young. Blowing air from her nares as if to protest the wind she forced herself forward in the direction of the sounds. It was clear that whoever the steps had belonged do was alone and therefore not much of a threat. What bad would come of her exploring after all? Taking a few steps over a few fallen branches, her hooves seeking all the right spots only to find that she didn't have to travel far to see what had been causing all the sounds.
It was a old buckskin stallion whom had seen his better days. From the looks of it all, he had been alone and heading off also to a place of shelter from the on coming storm. Without a herd, Azra knew well that he would no last against the elements and predators. At least she had somewhat of a fighting chance thanks to her age. With her ears now pricked upon the top of her proud head, the filly tilted it at an instant as he seemed to have been talking to himself. He hadn't had the chance to spot her yet and the question that lingered on the back of her mind wondered if he could even see. Stepping away from the thicket, sweat lathered between her back legs and along her chest, the proud filly crossed the distance without fear, nearly dancing between the butterflies. "Prosper? I would not think that at all." Azra chuckled, pausing only a short distance away encase he had a herd shortly behind him willing to protect his age. " I've seen more beautiful places, stallion."
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Post by {Txep} on Mar 24, 2012 20:27:39 GMT -5
The old stag was chuckling to himself or the imagenary friend next to him, and a shake of his skull.
" You know she always loved butterflies... yes the butterflies.."
Then another's lyrics filtered into his harks, those of which were still of descent use to the old man, his warn out crown swivelling to look upon the owner of the sound. Her words made him smile, though she was a bit of a blur he stepped slightly closer to clear away some of the fussy border around her.
"You must be a daughter of the goddesses, though a rebellious one to say such. Perhaps my blurry sight is deceiving to me and you are right. Though I never said this was the most beautiful sight I've seen, oh good heavens no. It has been a long time since I've been in such wealthy lands, these old bones have travelled far for many days."
Turning fully to face the feminine, a wrinkle smile laced his kissers as he looked her over. Strong and young, if he were a younger lad he'd chase after her heart, but now to old to even have a chance to make her cheeks flush. It doubted him not though that by how quick this ones words were she'd be a hard one to catch and hold onto.
"Truly beg my manners I do forget. I known as the old Story Teller M'lady."
Slowly but surely he bowed his skull, nose centimeters from the blades of grass. Eyes closing for a second before raising his head back to look at her with a leave eye. His name gave way to his only purpose in life now, to babble on of stories of the past, true or fairytale, or ones of the enevidable ending and how it comes to one. In which he was sure he'd lay to rest soon to come in the next years, not dreading a bit he would more than well embrace it.
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Post by Galloping Glory! on Mar 25, 2012 0:08:20 GMT -5
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[/color][/font] THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND[/font] Watching the old stallion before her step closer as if to clear himself to get a bit better glance of her, Azra kept her ground. It wasn't in her to fear nor was it in her to run at the sight of others. It was general that here and there she would eventually come into contact with others though it was always short lived. "Daughter of a goddess? No, just the daughter of a lowly mare who died at the claws of a wolf two years ago." Azra explained, never once thinking of herself as attractive even if the thoughts of stallions. She was just another part of the world and it's wonders. Just a fleeting image in the wind. Her mother only proved that one day they would all return to the earth. Life did not come without death. With that she began to move herself closer this time not stopping until she was in reach of the stallion since no harm was to come of his age.
Even if he did become angered or unwilling to share his space with her, he was no threat to her. Extending her thick neck out to allow her muzzle to press against his forehead, the filly took in the old timer's scent and allowed it to be comforting. It was strange to be at the side of another let alone close and with his scent alone told her that he didn't have any others close behind. He too was alone. Bringing her muzzle back, she exhaled the extra air within her lungs and allowed herself to remain completely relaxed for the time being. " Do not beg over manners, Stallion. I hardly know them myself." Azra smiled a bit, expressing the young rebellious creature she was within and under the beautiful full bodied mare. Story Teller was his name, a name that seemed quiet fitting for someone who spoke often to themselves. Maybe it was a name he had acquired from his spoken travels and one that his age did not help.
Watching the way he bowed, the filly simply tossed her head in disapproval and unfamiliary. No other had ever bowed to the likes of her. She was just a stray, a loner, the unwanted and ever free. The lack of her manners expressed just that. "My name is Azra." She allowed her name to slip through her kissers as the wind continued to play with the likes of her flaxen mane and tail. The storm would be upon them quicker than she had originally thought yet there she stood before the old stallion in a protective manner. Something even she couldn't fully explain.
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Post by {Txep} on Mar 26, 2012 10:20:44 GMT -5
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The frail male moved not from the touch of her soft mussle pressing against his forhead, the warmth of it was rather pleasing compared to the winds that made his mane dance. The mare's features were much more clearer now she was so close, smiling as his eyes searched over her face. "I'm sorry to hear of your mother's passing I hope the shadowed equine was pleasent to leading her soul away." Giving his condolenses about the loss of her mother, refering to an old tale he actually believed in. It was obevious this filly had much spirit and rebeliousness within her, so much did it remind him of his early years.
"Azra, a beautiful name for a beautiful mare." He let her name settle on his tongue, yet old and weak physically he could contain quite a bit still in his brain. Though at times he would use his old age to play out to others he was forgetful and often, it helped for others to leave him alone if he could tell they'd be a pest. "Don't waste your strength over me child, I am not worth anothers worry." Seeing her stance change to guarding him from the winds, it was sweet but he thought unneeded. A humble old fool waiting to meet his own shadowed horse to follow should not be a burden on any youth. "Do you not have a strapping young stallion begging for your attention and wanting to protect you?" He asked noticing no others were with her, lifting his head a notch slightly conserned why she was alone.
"Talking"
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Featuring; Story Teller~14yrs~15'3~America/Spanish Mustang~Clouded Brown~Buckskin
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Post by Galloping Glory! on Mar 27, 2012 20:31:28 GMT -5
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[/color][/font] THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND[/font] Watching the stallion closely, as if he had something to offer her at the moment, Azra couldn't help but to remain in place. Even when he smiled it was clear that he didn't gain much attention, wanted or unwanted. Was he happy that they had stumbled upon each other by chance? Upon his words of her mother, Azra simply tossed her head so that her mane blew up and over her neck in one swift motion and no longer against her neck. " She went quickly so they said. However, I don't know of this shadowed equine you talk so highly about." The filly expressed with a quizzical look upon her features as he looked at the old timer with growing interest. There was so much he held within him with age. Part of her envied him though when it came down to power she could simply take him over. It wasn't power she greatly envied. It was his knowledge. "I've never seen the shadowed equine, nor anyone else I've ever encountered in my travels, Teller."
It was there within the butterfly thicket that the filly had simply taken within a matter of seconds to the older stallion, even after being alone most of her years to her own enjoyment. Maybe it was his knowledge, his age, his strange behavior or lack of the ability to fully defend himself. There was just no full answer in regards to her own behavior. Squaring herself up to push her back up more in order to become a more effective shield to the wind, she shook her head again at his words. She would truly never understand the thoughts of beauty. Beauty was just a word or desire. " I do not worry. That is the last thing that ever crosses my mind." She answered, her dark eyes shifting to meet that clouded gaze of his own. " Can I not enjoy the company of a fellow traveler, hm?" Azra chuckled in her own amusement, not attempting to figure herself out at the moment.
The fae would have plenty of time to do that when she was moving on in a different direction, just not at that moment in time. Allowing her breathing to shallow out into a calm wave through her body even throughout his question. There had never been a stallion in her life that had been able to tame her and bring her into herd life. Then again, she never made herself available to other herds as well. No other herd would ever feel like home the way her first herd had as young equine. The loss of her mother only proved that nothing would remain forever and that she could only protect herself in life. Snorting softly in regards to his words, she could only bring a smirk upon her kissers. She protected herself. " No, I don't but then again, I am the type of fae that protects herself."
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Post by {Txep} on Mar 29, 2012 9:38:34 GMT -5
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This mare was definitely a friendly relief for the old stud, most would whisp him away not bothering to hear him rather jeer words saying he'd be dead soon. Though this did not phase him much not holding grudges against others as most were yet naive and would one day be as frail and flaky as he. Not pressing the death of Azra's mother anymore he just gave a simple nod as she told how she hadn't even seen the shadowed equine. "It's a blessing child that you haven't seen the shadowed equine, not even I have though I do not doubt our paths will soon. One so young as yourself should never be taken away by the shadow so soon." Babbling on of it just refering to it taking one away for good not fully saying it was death he was talking of. The escort to take a horse's soul to salvation when they die, it was and erie thought that made Teller shutter slightly. He did not fear when his time would come but wasn't looking forward to meet such a dark character before finding the unending happiness.
Teller's gaze was set on Azra with a small smile yet the look he gave was as if lost in memory and thought, perhaps reliving the past in the current moment. Mind was bouncing to a time he'd met a filly he could not tame to take as his own, far to wild to become part of any herd. The grey fae had captivated him since of how strong her will was to not be corraled around like most mares by one stallion. That's what this flaxen maned mare reminded him of, a horse born from the lines of the goddess Arta. "You are a huntress then one that weilds her own will and of course it is a delight that you would even consider taking time to mingle with me." The wrinkled lips chuckled, harks flicking slightly as he came back to reality, the image of the gray fae disappearing to reveal Azra standing tall before him.
Though it was very much to kind of her it was relief on his body that she blocked more of the wind now, his frame not teetering as much anymore at each gust of wind. "Oh dear Azra please don't waste your energy on me.." He asked softly again not wanting to be a burden on her, not doubting she couldn't handle such a simple task of defying the wind. Story Teller just hated when other fretted over him feeling himself not worth the time anymore, yet when he was young and full of life he'd have begged and bathed in such attention and care. "Of course she'd be on her own needing no protection, the lines of Arta never let another impead there wild nature. " his tone soft adoring her, yet it seemed he was partially speaking with his imagenary friend again as well as directing his compliment to the mare. "One could even say she's a Warrioress..." His lyrics trailed off.
"Talking"
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Featuring; Story Teller~14yrs~15'3~America/Spanish Mustang~Clouded Brown~Buckskin
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OOC; Arta-is my form of Atremis in Greek Mythology in horse form
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Post by Galloping Glory! on Mar 30, 2012 15:20:25 GMT -5
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[/color][/font] THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND[/font] Something about Story Teller was strange to the fae. The way he babbled on made her doubt his sanity though part of her was sure he understood more than anyone would ever know. Maybe it had been borderline insane but it was something she would endure for the sake of his company. "Don't speak about the shadowed equine, Teller." She began before snorting loudly in defiance of his stories. Death wasn't something she feared but it wasn't something she wanted others to meet. Others that didn't deserve it and Teller wasn't one. "As strange as your story sounds to me, it's not something that should be taken lightly. You are strong." She finished, her eyes flashing over the form of the older stallion she had been harboring from the wind. His body had been withered and his bones peeked out from under his pelt. Maybe at one point of his life he had been a unstoppable stallion but now he was nothing more than a drifter. Did he not have a mate?
She could not deny the fact that his life had been slowing down but she would not allow herself to think otherwise for the sake of the fellow traveler. "You are strong." Azra repeated mostly for herself, sweeping her gaze across him once more before moving closer so that their hips braced each other. If he couldn't be strong, she could for him. As her gaze settled with his it was easy to see that h e wasn't fully there and that his mind had been lost for the moment. For whatever small bit of conversation they had gained was about all he would probably remember. It was confirmed when he spoke and alone allowed her to know what was running through the head of the old stallion at her side. A huntress? She did not hunt nor seek anything but freedom. Shaking her head she simply shifted her weight out on her legs before speaking up. " You must be confused."
With his age it must have been a normal occurance. After all, it explained his strange stories about the shadowed equine of death or did it? "But I do wield my own and that is true but I do as I please." The mare explained, shifting her shoulders to express that she wasn't moving anytime soon. It wasn't a burden to stand tall for another and it wasn't like she was doing it all the time or against her will. It was something she wanted to do. "But these stories you speak of..this huntress. Is this true or something lost with you mind?"
ooc: sorry it's all over the place. my internet was down.
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