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 Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 12:47 pm
Avant Resari folded his wings tightly against his back, tail flicking slightly, betraying his irritation. Things, of late, had not been going as he'd intended them too. But such was life, the fickle thing it was. He wasn't angry, per se, just mildly annoyed. All he needed, really, was a pick-me-up. A new game to play. Surely there had to be something entertaining near by.
Avant started to move, shaking his white, braided mane out of his eyes as his hooves rang against the ground, occasionally cutting into softer soil. Hmm. What a waste. There had to be something to do, someone to torment or charm. Avant would not give up his search for someone new to play with until he found a suitable target. All because, in honesty, he was bored. And he did not like being bored.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 1:40 pm
 The raven length of Dmittria's long tail flicked, dark strands curling around hind legs as she walked. As was usual for the mare, her mind was not on where she was going, but the detailed inner workings of her mind, and what she wanted out of life at the moment. If asked, she couldn't have said with any confidence where exactly she was, but that was normal for Dmitrria. She had a tendency to wander where ever her hooves might take her.
The shade that ringed the edge of the forest offered welcome relief from the sun. It was oddly warm that day, and not even Dmi at her laziest could stand laying in the bright rays for long before over heating. A cool spring or pond would be amazing right about now, and she was keeping her honey suckle colord eyes peeled for any such relief
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 2:04 pm
Avant flicked his tail, fanning his winging slightly, trying to summon some breeze to abate the heat that was consuming him slowly. With a baleful glare at the sun, the source of all his current problems, he slipped into the shade provided by the larger trees of the forest, all but sighing in relief as his black coat was cut off from the sun's glare. No wonder there was no one about, with the hateful heat as bad as it was. Avant had paused just inside the shade, letting his vermilion eyes adjust to the change in light. Sweeping his eyes back and forth over the half dark scape, he frowned. It was quiet, but he supposed he might to be to blame for that. There were no birds singing. Again, probably his fault, but it didn't hurt to be cautious. One never knew what lurked in the shadows.
Of course, a grounded mare was not what he would have expected to spy there, under the canopy. Well, looked like he wasn't the only one to flee the hate of the sun. Folding his wings again, Avant tossed his head, holding it high as he pushed himself further into the forest, crimson eyes trained on the brown mare, amusement flickering in them. Well, he almost had to thank the damn sun for sending him seeking cover, or else he would not have found someone to play with. Stepping silently into view, he regard the mare with an amused smile. "Well. Seems like there is some fun to be had today after all." He said softly, more to himself than anything.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 2:27 pm
The lack of crickets should have been her first clue that she was alone, but preoccupied as she was with her search for a cool forest pool, she simply wasn't thinking about it. Of course when the ebony stallion walked into view it did drill home that maybe, just maybe she should pay better attention to her surroundings. Stopping mid step, the cocoa mare regarded the new comer with curious, albeit rightfully cautious eyes. Dmi saw the wings, the horns, that spaded tail, and she knew what he was. She knew the dangerous reputation surrounding Kalonas, and being eaten wasn't really at the top of her list for the day. Or ever.
Of course, the dark mare wasn't judgmental, nor biased towards breed, so she was at least willing to give the stallion a chance before turning tail and darting off in the opposite direction. She'd heard that not all Kalonas were monsters, so maybe this one was one of the rare, less violent ones. That thought didn't keep a twitch from plaguing her left thigh, but she stood her ground. Watching him with ears forward. Resisting the very real urge to paw the ground nervously.
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