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 Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 5:47 pm
 Silver hooves made their way across the grassy field, his head turning in many directions, searching for the nearest pond, river, lake, WHATEVER he could find. Some pesky little wind gust had made offense with the style of his hair, and he desperately needed to find some sort of reflection to look at in order to properly straighten up his gorgeous locks of white hair.
After all, feathers can only aid so much to attending his hair without the vision or knowledge to know what they're doing!
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 6:13 pm
 In a way, it was amusing just how much time Amary spent at the edge of the water. After all, it wasn't like there weren't numerous other things she could be doing with her time, like flying (which she adored) or socializing (which she loved more) or 'socializing' (which she loved most of all); however, invariably, at least five times a day, fate brought her to the endge of some spring, pond, or stream, and she had no choice but to admire!
The mare that looked back up at her out of the pond looked stunning as always, of course; from the teasing way her curls turned up about her face to the gloss of her magenta coat to the perfectly positioned black rose behond her ear, she was a vision. Not that that was shocking, of course..but it was nice to confirm. "Amary, you are, as always, too gorgeous for your own good." Grinning, the mare straightened up and prepared to leave...though not without blowing her reflection a kiss first, of course!
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 4:42 pm
It wasn't long before Dorian found himself on familiar grounds, and realized that in no time would he be within reach of a nearby lake. The weather was nice and calm now, which would be most beneficial for a lake. He hated the ripples the wind made in the water, for it was a terrible burden to try to see himself through their distraction.
Finally returning to a smile in place of the former gloomy scowl, the stallion's head rose high, his feathers still attempting to nit-pick the white strands back into place. It was a blessing there was nobody around to notice him at this point, and Dorian was more than sure that he could manage to primp himself back into shape before anyone could lay eyes upon his tangled beauty of a mane.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 9:13 pm
Turning away from the water with the sigh of one leaving behind a beloved friend, Amary looked out towards the forest, then up towards the sky with a thoughtful look. She looked her best; recent ministrations had assured her of that. She felt her best; that was a given. It was a lovely day, there was a breeze ruffling her curls into even more alluring arrangements that hovered between artfully arranged and carelessly tousled, the sun was bright...
And she was alone. The one fly in the ointment of what could for all other reasons be a perfect day, no one to share it with.
Then again, it was still early. She had time, and she planned to use it well! Now then, if she was someone she wanted to see, then where would she be hiding?
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 11:25 am
He could see the water draw nearer with each step, and it came as a great relief to him that he could finally straighten up his hair properly. Each minute that passed by had driven him absolutely crazy, unable to see his reflection and fix the wind's horrible mussing.
His hooves paused, however, when not only did he spot the beautiful blueish green of the lake, but of a dark magenta color standing next to it. Judging by the profile from a distance, it was a petite form of a female... a wind, as well?
He cursed under his breath, a meeting now inevitable, should he continue further on his trek to the lake. Should he make haste, and search out another reflection, one with no casual bystanders looming near it? Or just ignore this purple creature, and do his primping here?
Resolved to get it over with, his hooves once again began their trot towards the water. It didn't matter what this female thought, since it was his own opinion of himself that mattered first and foremost. Hell, this mare probably didn't have a sense of style anyhow, so why should he care what she thought?
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 7:03 pm
It was almost like the forces of fate were smiling on her. One moment, Amary was standing there, perfectly primped but depressingly alone; the next, she was in the same place and sporting the same dazzling good looks but no longer alone. And better yet, the company was a stallion!
An INTERESTING stallion at that. Tilting her head to one side in what she knew to be a delightfully coquettish fashion, Amary watched as the stallion walked up to the lake, his head held high and his profile shown in dramatic emphasis. It was a nice profile; he had a good curve to his neck, fabulous dark coloration, a horn, and a startling white mane. Even better, said mane was mussed in a fetching tangle that was SOOOOO stylish.
Raising a brow as the stallion walked past her without saying a word, Amary let out a low, amused laugh; he couldn't be shy now, could he? That would just be too mean...but it had to be either that or he was blind, considering he'd passed her by. HER! Ignored! Obviously, such things were just not meant to be as per the natural order; he HAD to be shy.
So, that in mind, she was as polite and non-threatening as she could be, turning to look at the stallion and inquiring, "Natural, arranged, or completely unintional?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 11:28 pm
Ah. So his presence hadn't gone unnoticed. Drats.
But that should have been expected. After all, Dorian knew he was a gorgeous sight for any horse to lay their eyes upon. It was only natural for everyone to stare.
His teal eyes caught the magenta mare in their corners, and although her own curls and markings drew his attention closer in her direction, he remained steady on his course, and made it to the water's edge. He'd have time later to study her petite appearance, but for now, his hair was all the concern he'd worry over.
Extending one teal wing, feather tips gently smoothed and tucked, creased and folded, strands and waves of his snowy white hair. As soon as he was satisfied with the end results, he finally turned back to the beautiful mare, who couldn't have been a day over his own age. "Unintentional, up to this point," he quickly confessed, now stepping forward to show off his now-arranged style, "But now more appropriately fixed. And yours, Beautiful?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 10:41 am
Watching the dark stallion at work, Amary couldn't help the amusement that shown forth in her eyes. He was so deft and concerned about his hair, to her it was more than obvious that he was not only used to spedning time on his appearance, he took pride in it. A nice trait to see in a stallion, consideration for his own appearance!
So she didn't push the point, merely watching in quiet interest until the stallion, seemingly satisfied with his efforts, stepped forward and decided to be socialble. And complimentary, too!
Giving him a most flattering and delighted smile, Amary acknowledged his compliment with a bob of her head, then laughed at his rueful confession. "A pity; the windblown look gave you a more carefree air than the more overtly arranged style you're currently sporting; still, you carry the look off well. And they're nothing accidental about my look, baby; this is all natural and all skill." As she spoke, Amary gave her head a slight toss, the curls bouncing becomingly about her face. "Though perhaps skill is something that can be attributed to accident itself, doncha think?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 2:15 pm
"The skill of the wind, perhaps," he mused, his mouth curving up into a smile as one teal wing reached out to physically admire the streaked curls adorning her head. "May I?"
Without waiting for a confirmation or a rejection (though who would ever reject his attention?), the wing gently fluffed the already perfect curl, and his wingtip played with the lighter-colored curled ends. "Though windblown, as it is occasionally a daring style to work with, can also end in disaster. Without a reflection, how can one tell which way or the other it turns out to be?"
Replacing his wing at his side, the elegant stallion courteously dipped his head, tilting his horn in greeting and respect to the natural beauty.
"Forgive me for my wandering mind, I haven't even given you my name yet, Beautiful, as I'm sure you've simply been dying to hear. I'm Dorian, and, may I say, the pleasure has already been mine to behold in our meeting one another. It's rare for such beauty to exist, much less in the same place at the same time."
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 6:07 pm
Tilting her head slightly to the side, Amary allowed the stallion his moment with her mane, more than satisfied at both the attention and the ensuing unspoken compliment. So few stallions suitably appreciated a beautifully ruffled mane, and hers, she knew from careful study, was perfect. Why WOULDN'T he want to touch it?
"Well, reflections are essential, I agree, but there's a lot to be said for intuition, you know? Like, you can feel if the flop of your bangs is hitting the proper place on your forehead and whatnot; properly clean hair will always do you right in the end, at least in my experience. Then again, I have gorgeous hair myself, so that might be a personal thing..."
Silence had never been one of Amary's strong suits, and having a new companion was all the trigger she needed to start off with her usual string of chatter. Besides, he seemed the type who'd appreciate it...or that's what she'd think if she was actually aware of the fact she was chattering! "And no worries, Dorian; conversation is much more entertaining if allowed to roam, rather than being boxed into so-called 'convention'. My name's Amary, personally...but I have to say that I like the sound of 'Beautiful'...it has such a pleasant ring to it!"
Giggling, Amary bobbed her head at Dorian by way of gratitude, taking a step closer and twirling one of the loose strands of Dorian's mane around her wingtip. "Though I'd say it's gotta be a term used in tandem, because you're quite the looker yourself. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were lost; such a well-groomed stallion is a rarity in these parts."
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 6:42 pm
"A well groomed anything is rare in these parts," he snorted, his eyes roaming over her appearance, admiring the natural beauty the mare did possess. It was true; hardly ever did Dorian find another creature worth his time to pay any mind to, so running into this Amary mare was quite the treat for his teal eyes to behold. There were far too many nags and brutes in existence, and not enough beautiful creatures like himself and this magenta mare.
He took pleasure in her paying attention to his own mane, which he knew was one of the finest manes he himself had ever seen, and prided himself on.
"Intuition is a key point, yes, but wings can only feel so much in certain circumstances. That, and I prefer to try out new styles when I can, so no wing of mine without any reflection, can properly fluff and fix to my desired liking."
Grinning, he ruffled his feathers, resisting the temptation to play with his own locks after having spoken of them. "I only name things as I see them, Beautiful." he admitted honestly. "I've never seen a point in lying... the truth sometimes can be far more harsher than any lie to pass through these lips of mine."
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 7:15 pm
"Well, I suppose that there is truth to the theory that the hand of fate sometimes deals us wildcards, wouldn't you agree? I've surprised you, you've surprised me, and it's done something good for both of us as a result." Perhaps it sounded a trifle arrogant to assume that being met by someone was good for that someone else, but as Amary saw it, it was simply the truth. By his own admission, Dorian was pleased; pleasure was a good thing, and she had caused it, therefore she herself was a good thing. Very simple, if she did say so herself!
And he seemed to share a similar mindset, at least when it came to calling a spade a spade. "Oh, I agree. But it's so rare to be able to have an honest conversation about looks these days, what with people being so quick to judge over trifling things. I mean, just because I look totally foxy doesn't mean I'm a terrible mare, you know? I'm nice and friendly and not at all bitchy, but some types, they see you preen a TINY bit and suddenly you're accused of all sorts of things. I tell you, it's terrible sometimes, Dorian..." Sighing gustily, Amary allowed herself to flop sideways, pressing her frame against his much more substantial frame for a few lingering moments. "You know what I mean, right? You HAVE to know what I mean, with your outlook it would be criminal if you don't!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 8:15 pm
"If it weren't for wild cards, this life would certainly be boring indeed." He smiled, enjoying her conversation. She was a perky thing, which was definitely an enjoyable freshness to him, having been exposed to the serious and dull side of life for far too long. Perky, petite, but still with a flare of her own.
He laughed as she sighed with her woes and troubles of being beautiful, and one teal wing outstretched itself to lay gently on her back, patting her reassuringly.
"Looks can be deceiving in more ways than one," he agreed whole-heartedly, knowing all too well of what she spoke of, "Beauty is far more than just skin deep, though the physical appearance is the pleasure to one's eye. If a gorgeous one, such as yourself or I, possessed an unhealthy or bitter demeanor, the outside form is simply put to waste. For who wants to admire someone who goes about admonishing them? It's a well known fact not everybody can be beautiful, so I feel it justifiable to remain humble in my own senses, and share my good fortune of my own appearance with the world, which is not so fortunate. Being nasty or rude about it would only make others far more jealous, and would ruin my appearance, no matter how fabulous my hair may be fixed."
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 7:47 pm
By using tremedous amounts of willpower and fortitude, Amary managed to make it almost all the way through Dorian's little speech without laughing. Granted, there was a very pronounced smile that widened into a wide grin, and there was the occassional tremor as though she were holding something back...but she managed to make it almost all the way to the end before she finally gave into the overwhelming urge to laugh.
"Dorian, you are too funny!" Tossing back her head, Amary laughed with an amused abandon, knowing that the laughter showed off her pretty smile even as it allowed her to revel in the delight of his words. He was such an interesting fellow, this Dorian; lofty one moment, off on the greater good the next. Or at least, that was how it sounded to her!
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 10:54 am
One eyebrow drew up questioningly at the young mare who began a random onset of giggling at his words. He hadn't seen himself as stating anything other than the truth... so why was she laughing at him? Had what he said to her confused her, so she resorted to laughter in defense? Or was there humor to his words and not even he himself had noticed them?
Either way, her giggling wasn't as harmful to the ears, unlike his older sister's cackling, so it was tolerable, and perhaps slightly pleasant to hear. The merriment in the giggle went well with her attractive appearance, and seemed rather befitting for a petite mare such as herself.
"Funny, am I?" He inquired curiously, removing the wing at her side to realign a fallen hair or two with his wingtip, "And what, pray tell, makes me so funny?
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