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 Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2016 11:45 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2016 11:47 am
 She had long since been trying to understand if it was something she had done wrong to end the relationship. Her mind played over his words again and again and still she was left with nothing. While she had beautiful children that were grown and gone she was still unnerved that what she thought was going to be forever, hadn't been. Her wings shifted anxiously against her side as she walked, her head bent slightly and eyes downcast. You could tell by her posture alone that she was sulking. If her mother were around she'd scold her for not walking proper, a Lady never sulks or slouches after all. Right now she didn't care about what was proper or not.
She was, in all sense of the word, heartbroken.
Long pastel locks framed her delicate features as she let out a soft sigh and told herself to just let it go. There wasn't any point on continuing to just torture herself with what would never be. Still, it didn't sit right with her that she had children with someone who didn't turn out to be her soulmate. Her mother and father had found one another and that had been it for them. She had wanted that for herself but it seemed to be that it wasn't in the cards for her. At least not right now.
Shaking her mind clear of the thoughts she lifted her head and twisted her ears. She had thought she had heard something, or someone. Freezing, much like a deer deciding to flee or stay she listened. Had she heard something?
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2016 12:21 pm
Among the trees sat a beautiful flowering meadow and there stood the rather dark figure..a spade tail delicately swaying to push into little containers of paint. Made from crushed berries mixed with a special sticky sap it was spread over a special pelt canvas..the splashes of color brightening the otherwise dark backdrop just as the stallion's markings splashed brightly over his own black pelt. Concentration broken the male looked up at the sound of someone walking nearby, looking up from the canvas his lips curved into an easy smile..head tipping in a silent greeting when a mare came into view though he wasn't sure she had noticed them yet. "Good day miss! No need to fear, we will not harm you..." Internally the male felt Strife fussing about how he wasn't using blood or something more exciting for the art but, it seemed even he became distracted by the sight of the mare. Tail continuing to move in slow strokes Honor painted the lovely scenery..his feet shifting, eyes flickering between his work and the figure. So pale yet somehow even from a distance they felt the sadness..her eyes looked so sorrowful..many questions burned in the males mind yet he said nothing more. Content to wait for the other to some nearer, content to appear as non-threatening as possible. 'Let me talk to her Honor! Shouldn't we ask her name or give ours? Unlike you I'm not afraid of letting strangers know that we are together..that we are both here. Don't ignore me!' Shaking his head once Honor spoke very quietly hoping the mare wouldn't hear the little argument "Quiet! I want to make a good first impression with new soquili..you know eventually I will introduce you. Have patience brother.."
WC: 289
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2016 12:41 pm
As her eyes moved she saw nothing and continued on her way, her posture a little more erect than it had been moments ago. Breaking free from the thicker part of the woodland area her eyes fell upon the dark form almost around the same time he had spoken. He was peculiar to her but he had greeted her so the proper thing to do is to respond in kind. "G'day M'lord.." She said softly as she approached him cautiously, her steps light and precise. His use of the word 'we' had threw her off a little but it hadn't deterred her from wanting to get closer. After all, Skaal had been haunted by a 'shadow' as he had liked to call it.
"Do you mind me asking what you're working on?" She motioned towards his work as she grew closer and she realized she hadn't introduced herself. She caught some brief muttering from him but she didn't press into the matter. "I do apologize for my rudeness, my name is Astraea." She said giving a small dip of her head as she introduced herself to the dark stallion. Lifting her pale gaze to look upon him she couldn't help but be drawn to the uniqueness of his wings. They were truly interesting to her. She didn't want to stare though so she glanced over towards what he was working on.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2016 1:11 pm
Ears twitching lightly atop his head the male took her in fully now that she was closer, Strife's curious questions giving him a bit of a headache. Typically if he was around family Honor would have yelled at the other male but, for now he settled on shaking his head again before responding to the mare's question. "A pleasure to meet you miss. I am Honor Strife Sinclair..and I am painting the beautiful scenery. Would you care to join us...me?" Frowning the stallion moved his tail to swipe a bright patch of yellow onto the top corner which would be the sun. Followed by white blots for clouds..it was all very abstract in nature. 'Let me talk to her too brother! Let me out..' There was a momentary internal struggle before his breathing became a bit labored..brows furrowed in annoyance for a split second before smoothing back out. Honor managed to keep control for now, a little grin of triumph following. "My brother might join us later, please don't be alarmed miss Astraea. Tell me what brought you out on this beautiful day?" For now Honor wanted to get to enjoy some company other than his pestering brother who still kept mentioning how sad she had looked. Wings shifting the stallion stretched his wings out fully..enjoying the feeling of the sun shining upon them. "Your wings are quite beautiful, I'm afraid our wings aren't the most practical even though they are interesting."
WC: 242
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2016 1:31 pm
While she wasn't afraid of the stallion she kept a small distance between herself and him in case she needed to flee. She didn't think the situation would arise, but one could never be too careful. A smile formed upon her lips as he introduced himself and invited her to watch him paint. Painting wasn't something she was personally familiar with but she had heard of those she had known that had liked to do it. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Honor Strife Sinclair." She came around to where he was facing his canvas and she looked upon it as he made a sun in the upper corner of one of the sections.
"It's very beautiful." She meant the words that spilled from her mouth and she glanced over towards him with a curious look upon her face. "Oh? If he's anything like you then I'm sure I won't be alarmed." She said warmly as she thought about how to answer his question. Really she had wanted to be alone to clear her mind but that hadn't really been working out too well for her so now here she was, in the company of a rather peculiar painter. "I was just out for a stroll.... Besides your masterpiece here, what brought you out this fine day?" She asked him in return with a smile.
At the mention of her wings she flushed slightly and shifted them upon her back. "Thank you. Your words are extremely kind." Her words were soft and you could tell compliments weren't something she knew how to handle quite well. Growing up where she had you'd think she'd be proud of her looks and would use them to get her way, but she was the exact opposite. She thought everyone was beautiful in their own way and that it was all in the eye of the beholder. That and one should never use their looks to get what they want. It's dishonest. "Your wings are quite interesting. I've never seen anything like them before." She said looking at them with soft eyes.
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