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 Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 8:16 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 8:27 pm
Despite the frigid atmosphere, the black mare found herself staring up into the sky, since the clouds had finally vanished from the closing sunset. Stars started popping out as it became darker, and the mare found herself absolutely taken aback by the shimmering sight. Since she had been born in the wintertime, she had only known of nights with snow, and this was the first time in awhile that she could finally enjoy the sky for what it was made of. There was talk of spring coming around soon, but Porsche couldn't see that as possible, since it was still plenty cold outside! But at least now she could experience what a beautiful sky actually felt like, and she was thankful for that at least.
For some reason, the mare felt compelled to stay out late. The nighttime felt bright and luxurious, and she could see everything in such a beautiful shade of tones. She wished that every night could be as wonderful as the one she was walking through now, and she hoped that she would stay awake for awhile longer, and ignore any sleeping desires that might have wandered into her mind. If she went to sleep, she would be missing out on a great opportunity to wander! There was no way Porsche was going to succumb resting or lying down, so she tried to bounce around a bit so she could remind herself of all of the energy she had. It was somewhat believable at least, since she was usually a very eccentric mare.
Nighttime was so mysterious and spooky, and Porsche felt as if she was exploring a completely different and exciting place. While everyone else was sleeping in their dreams, she was living one out for herself, since she was finally off by herself doing something completely out of the ordinary. That was what she usually hoped for anyway, and now she had a perfect opportunity to do something neat!
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 5:58 pm
Ireland, on the other hand, was impassive about the beauty of the night. He rather, found each moment of each day to be spectacular in it's own right. Be it spectacularly breathtaking, or spectacularly horrible depended on the day, the time, and whether or not he had access to food. The only thing perhaps spectacularly spectacular about the twilit hours was the fact that the delicate gem of a moon that shined so radiantly down upon his person could vanquish the sun. No matter how it ebbed and waned it would each night turn the light into darkness, and bring spirits into their own.
But he had with little effort gotten beyond this realization, and was out merely because he was not in. Vagabond that he was, he had not felt like huddling up with the others for warmth and turning his nose from the wind. Willowy limbs required action, would tremble in protest if he simply sat and slept. And so he ran, ran from home, ran from all he knew to everything there was. He had no where to be and no mind for beauty or philosophy tonight.
Ireland only felt the physical. The cold wind over his nostrils, stinging his lungs. His beads and mane whipping dully at his skin spurred him forward. The earth, still hard with cold, jolting up his legs grounded him in a gallop that threatened to take off if he just took the effort to think. But that would ruin it. Then he would be part of the other world. And he wouldn't escape this one for his life.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 7:50 pm
Just as the mare was twirling around a small bend in the grass, she noticed a figure out in the distance in front of her. Apparently she was not alone, and there was someone else to see and talk to in the mysterious night! Porsche wasn't sure if she should be excited or nervous, since she was unable to see the figure clearly. It could have been someone dangerous.. but Porsche reminded herself that that sort of thing was both awesome and scary at the same time!
With a flip of her hair, the mare strut through the grass, leaving little hoof indents wherever she walked. The ground was still frozen underneath her, and she could tell that it was much colder then the surrounding air. As she approached the whitish figure, she realized that it was a stallion.. and the stallion was also a flutter! He had wonderful wings, and Porsche wiggled hers almost naturally at the sight of his!
Once she was close enough to see his face, she noticed he even had a horn, which was a unique trait indeed! Porsche thought she was weird for having such a mixture, but here was another, and he contrasted her with his white coloring and his pinkish tones. "Good evening to you!" she then said, as pleasantly as she could muster. She stopped herself in front of him, and flipped her hair to get it out of her face. "What leads you to wander on such a late night?" She thought SHE was weird for being out so late, but apparently she wasn't the only one!
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 12:17 pm
(Sorry for taking so long! xD wink
Needless to say, Ireland was not expecting a roadblock in the middle of the vast expanse of the field. And as such, he was rather violently backpedaling to prevent himself from running straight into said clog in his path. He snorted violently, coming to a rather ungraceful halt with his head high and legs splayed out under him. But he could proudly say that he didn't run into the dark lump in the shadows. Now that he was catching his breath, he realized it was another member of his own species, a mare with obsidian monarch like wings, and a pearly rainbow horn. Well. Fancy that.
It took him another moment to consider the words coming out of her mouth, much of what he heard still muffled by the loud thump of blood in his head. "Good evening to you, indeed." He replied genially, still huffing rather heavily. "Walk with me, and I shall indulge your inquiry." he added after a moment, a wide grin and a bow of his head shot in his companion's direction before he ambled off again, with or without her.
Over his shoulder he continued, "I am not wandering in fact, I am going nowhere with all certainty. There's a fine art to it, you'll find." Whether he was talking to the wind, or the mare, he was not certain, but really, he didn't care, either was company the same at this time.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 10:16 pm
(( No worries, I am never in a rush! heart ))
The stallion was rather commanding, and although Porsche was usually someone who didn't enjoy obeying, she found herself following the stallion's movements, while holding back a chuckle or two from sheer amusement. She wanted to at least try and be polite for a little while, and it seemed that following the stallion's lead was a commendable way to do so. "Please, indulge me." she then said, rather playfully. She wasn't a sarcastic mare, but she enjoyed joking around when she could, and acting playful when it was allowed.
At the stallion's next words, Porsche could only raise a brow with a smile. "So this fine art of yours.. does it basically sum up that you are getting yourself lost?" In Porsche's mind, anyone who was 'going nowhere' was most likely lost... right?! "I am rather skilled at that art, if I may say so myself. I find no shame in such, because I have the most fun you see!" With a light head-toss, the mare grinned sheepishly while quickly catching back up with the stallion's pace.
If she didn't keep up, the stallion would most likely keep walking without her! "Are you in a hurry or something? Or is constantly moving a part of your personality?" Ah yes, this 'nameless' stallion she had run into. "I suppose I should ask for your name now, shouldn't I?" she then said, while closing her eyes briefly. "I never was any good at manners..."
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