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 Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 6:32 pm
((I need a new title making muse...>>;; )) Night had fallen on the land signaling to most of the land that it was time to rest. Across the quiet lands a surprisingly loud cry of joy rang out as a black and tan blur streaked across the sky.
Most of the world wanted rest at nightfall, however, Carmine never really was like most of the world. Her chocolate brown eyes were half squeezed shut as she beat her wings as hard as she could to achieve speeds she had only dreamed of as a foal. Her long pale rose colored flew out behind her whipping at her sides almost painfully. She felt like she could go on like this forever.
With a giant grin plastered on her face she gazed down to the ground, or lack there of. She couldn't remember flying off over the ocean. In fact the last time she had checked she had been rather far from any water at all. She shrugged figuring that it was probably better not to be over solid ground her first shot at this.
Taking in a deep breath she folded her legs up to the rest of her body and shut her wings. She had always wanted to try free falling but she hadn't imagined that it would feel so...terrifying. She hadn't fallen more then 50 feet before she chickened out and reopened her wings. The force of the wind against them hurt but didn't stop her flight and a few moments later she had turned to head back to where she could see the shore.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 7:09 pm
A mostly black stallion was standing on a cliff that over looked the sandy beach below; his crystal eyes following the water as it surged in and then back out to sea. The Tide continued to grow higher and the waves crashed against the scattered rocks upon shore in thunderous claps each time the water rushed forth upon the land. Moose had a weary look upon his face, attempting to stay as far back from the edge of the cliff as he could yet still close enough to gaze down at the scene below. His father had suggested for the stallion to take a walk there since he was restless and unable to sleep; the plague of tiredness that came with the fall of the sun seeming to have passed over him without notice. Moose pondered his current situation momentarily; wondering if he should flying again. He rarely took advantage of his feathered appendages; feeling more comfortable generally simply walking to where it was that he cared to go. The male was just trying to decide whether or not to take a running start before spreading the tips of his wings as far as they would reach when sudden a noise rang and through the sky causing Moose to freeze. The crystal eyes searched frantically from the source; his orbs following a object moving swiftly through the sky. The stallion tilted his head curiously with his mouth slightly open as he observed it's movements.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 7:43 pm
She had slowed down considerably after her short fall a bit shaken. It had sounded like a good rush but what things actually were and how they sounded were often completely different. This was one of those instances. The mare thoroughly enjoyed the thrill of flight that few experienced, she loved to be high above the ground and loved the feel of the wind rushing past her, she did not enjoy falling.
When one fell it meant letting go of any and all control one might have and while Carmine was not a control freak by any means she liked to keep things her way at least a little bit.
She gave her head a shake to clear the feeling before focusing her attention solely on making it to land. As she got closer a figure became clear on the edge of a cliff. She blinked a few times to make sure it wasn't just her shocked mind playing tricks on her. A large smile spread onto her face when the figure remained and she tilted slightly changing her course to head right to them.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 8:26 pm
Moose's eyes were attached to the silhouette in the sky as it dropped a considerable distance but it reached a point and then it was as if the creature had suddenly taken an orthogonal path. The crystal orbs of the stallion stared at the being in confusion; it was flying but it no particular direction it seemed. Simply hovering there from his point of view.... However, it seemed to be increasing in size at a slow, but steady pace. The stallion finally understood that the creature was flying in his general direction. Moose blinked and furrowed his brow; realizing that whatever it was had changed it's course so it was dead on target with him and his eyes widened and he backed up a few paces. Before he had considered the silhouette to be a bird; yet he thought now that it was most definitely another wind soquili, or another one with some form of wings that was. The stallion's mind was livid as he thought of what to do... He could fly away, although that seemed completely pointless given the fact that he had witnessed just how fast it was able to maneuver through the air. The thought was soon dispelled however as a more pressing issue {to him at least} was presented. All his siblings were brave and there would never turn and run just because they knew another soquili was approaching. In fact, they would all wait for it's arrival and possibly make acquaintances with said soquili. He gave a disheartened sigh at his degrading thoughts, recalling just how inferior he was to his siblings.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 10:14 am
As the distance between Carmine and the land shrunk the figure on the cliff was becoming more clear. Her smile grew inside as it was apparent that she was flying towards another horse. It was always exciting to meet others and she was using that excitement as fuel to push herself just a bit faster.
"Hello over there!" She called trying to sound as friendly as possible despite her being slightly winded from her long flight. She didn't want to frighten whoever was standing there away because it would make her feel bad and also a bit like she wasn't wanted around. Neither of those things were especially pleasant.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 10:58 am
Moose watched as the other gracefully touched down on the land not to far in front of him; though they were a tad difficult to make out since it was night time after all and everything was dark. He heard them call out to him and based on the voice Moose was aware that it was a mare standing before him. "Hello!" He called out back to her, his voice wavering slightly. He took a few steps forward, attempting to observe what the mare looked like through the darkness but even at a closer distance it still proved to be difficult. Moose wanted to question her, to inquire how she was able to fly at such an unbelievable speed. Or ask her why she had suddenly fallen earlier. Had she been in danger, or had her wings suddenly withdrawn from tiredness? There was a number of possibilities {or so Moose thought}. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable though by asking her numerous amounts of questions. Instead he could try to strike up a conversation, although that often proved a challenge for him as well since he usually waited for others to speak. "Do you go out flying at night often?" He inquired softly. Alright, so it didn't seem like such a bad question to start off a conversation, but Moose still had his doubts.
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 10:30 am
Her smile widened as the figure spoke and it became apparent that it was male. She preferred to deal with males more then mares. It wasn't that she didn't like girls it was just they were a little bit harder for her to figure out. With a cheerful toss of her head she started trotting closer not liking to speak from such a distance, it felt far too impersonal for her tastes.
"I do." She answered. "It's a lot nicer at night. Not as hot ya know?" As she closed the distance between the two of them she began to notice something about the stallion she was speaking to. That thing being that it didn't seem to matter how close she got he still seemed to blend mostly into the dark backdrop that was the sky.
It puzzled her a bit and she stopped tilting her head to the side. Either he was primarily black or he was transparent like a ghost. She was yet to encounter a ghost but she had heard that they were everywhere. She wanted to ask badly but did not want to offend him so she kept her mouth tightly shut.
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