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 Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 2:14 pm
With long strides, the stallion walked through the field, suddenly feeling a bit chilly at the now hidden sun. The season had its pleasant days, but it also had its cold days, which in Ariston's opinion were dreadful. He really hated the cold, and he was dreading the now diminishing summer. His skin would soon get dry, and his morning routines would take much longer.
But despite those worries, the stallion found himself gazing at the now colorful leaves, since that was a pleasant past time of his. The colors never ceased to amaze him, and as he crunched over some on the ground, he nosed about to find more trees that were falling. How the season's changed were always a mystery to the stallion, but the sheer beauty made him happy in thought, and his eyes were always pleased with the ever building colors on the ground.
Soon it would all be taken over with white, and the white would get VERY annoying. So, if anything, he figured he should enjoy the season as it lasted.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 7:40 pm
 Colours abounding above in the trees, a monochromatic figure moved through the field, diamonds in her mane and at the base of her tail catching at what little light could be found. With dark eyes she took in the scene, snorting a little. It was pretty, she supposed, but nothing to compare with the deliciousness of the soquili moving amongst it- her.
Narcissa lived up to her name in every sense of the word. The world, as she saw it, existed to house her, and she was truly the most magnificent creature to grace it with her presence.
Movements such as her own could only be described as languid and luxurious. She had studied long and hard to ensure such, and it was with steps steeped in the ease of movement only such study could create that she presented herself to the world. The crunching of leaves underfood almost led her to scrunch her face with distaste at such an inelegant noise, but a memory of what she owed to it interrupted the urge.
Tossing her mane (in order to create that beautifully dishevelled look) she pressed onwards, ignoring the ignoble noise below her hooves.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 6:40 pm
It wasn't hard for Ariston's eyes to catch that of where the female was lingering. His expression was instantly swept away into one of awe, and he curled his feet around to change his direction towards hers. What was this? A new spectacle it seemed. She was mysterious and dark, and he loved that.
She was gorgeous and held the beauty of a Kalona, and that fact alone shocked him. He was not one to usual complement anything towards the Kalona race, but he couldn't help his taste. A female Kalona was always beautiful to his eyes, but one who actually attributed ideal beauty went above standards compared to others. With diamonds hanging off her and radiant eyes scoping the landscape, he was stunned in a glamorous shock. He couldn't deny beauty when he saw it, and for a moment he caught himself in a stare of recognition. The female had colors that contrasted his, but it only proved to him the reaches that beauty could take on a creature.
Her demeanor was still a mystery to him, and he knew he couldn't approach her too quickly. Female Kalonas were never kind and usually wanted to attack him, so he needed to stay wary of that fact alone. His curiosity was overwhelming, so there was no way he would walk past the beauty in front of him.
Moving himself closer to where the female stood, he flicked his hair out of his eyes and called out to her, keeping himself in a gentlemanly tone. "Well hello there.."
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