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 Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 10:33 am
((This rp is reserved for NinetailedNightmare, silent artist, and anyone who they choose to invite in.)) 
He was tired, having traveled through the night beneath the stars and by light of the moon. Common sense should have made him regret it, but it didn't find its way into him. It had been lovely, as had the sunrise not too long ago. Now he would tuck himself into the dense copse of trees, his head slightly lowered with a drowsy but satisfied air as he journeys to find a proper resting place. He finds it, nowhere particularly special, against a dense tree. It has to be big- he's a thick fellow and needs to be wide enough to accommodate his leaning. It's also very fragrant here, something that reminds him of a time in his childhood. Feeling lulled, the unicorn's lids lower slightly to bare slits, a soft breath of contentment escaping his nostrils.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 8:30 pm
Every bend, every turn held something new. And it was in this calm living of discovery that Setsumi prefered to dwell. Long tail curtained behind her in a messy flow, twigs and cones deciding to join the tour. Small ears flicked forward and back while teal eyes admired her surroundings. She was soundful enough in her motions, but the safety of her dense and maze home left her numb to any anxieties. And so it was with great surprise that Setsumi stumbled upon the other. So far inland, and completely unexpected considering the otherwise social life of soquili. Sighing, the mare made to back away, figuring gratefully that the other was already deep asleep.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 12:59 pm
Despite his exhaustion, the noises of crackling branches nearby made the fine hairs in his ears tingle. But when heavy lids lifted slightly, it was not with the complete awareness that he took in his surroundings. He could see a vision dancing just beyond the blur of trees and assumed it all to be just a part of a manifesting dream world. The muscles within his upper half were mostly lax, and he was not aware at all of the tree against which he stood. The feelings had simply floated away, and now he was floating in this blur of lush green and hazel. Was this spectral color he saw among them something with which he could speak? Was it the only normal thing and his audience the emerald and brown? He didn't know. He appealed to it, his voice soft but deep as it left his mouth.
"I am blessed;
Weary is every long journey
But less is there reward
Fewer still have I not laid my head down
To a starless night
Hark- an apparition of promise
And which part of this humble soul
Could imagine a slight of the radiance
That holds before me now?
Art thou the messenger?
An omen of my simple fate?
Or might I enjoy thee,
and of thine visage bring afflatus?
May I even call you mine,
or are we together dreamers
kindred spirits for a moment only?
Are we anything at all?"
A musing, dreamy sort of lilt tailored his words together with all the effortlessness of one merely speaking. Teagan was not sure who he was talking to at the moment, if anything at all. But perhaps something might come back to him.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 9:17 pm
Ears twitched back in faint hesitation. What was that....a rhyme? Or just the sounds of the woods mistaken for rythm? The mare arched her neck stiffly, as if going rigid would sooner stop or locate the sounds. But it did, in some oddly and enlightening way. The chime-like noise soon became words, and Setsumi blinked as they formed sentences. The forest has never spoken before, and so....
Cautiously, she turned her head back to the other and winced to see him awake. Or at least his form was; not the individual inside. Should she dart? Should she stay? The soqu stood in indecision, as moving too fast would cause the other to stir. And not moving at all would be a strain of time and grind against her antsy nerves. Even against the sedated poems from his lips, the mare couldn't dare resist against her rigid legs and strained tight ears. But her vocals could work none the less. Should she use them in reply? Would the slumbering persona be silenced once the other was fully awakened?
"Dare say no, I'm not..."
Her ears pinned back and she flinched on her own, blinking to the oddity of matching tongue. A shake of her head, and she tried once more shyly.
"No apparition or radiance to be found here.
Merely cold flesh and a fluttering mind.."
Setsumi sighed thoughtfully and bowed her head, fatigued enough by speaking in such a foreign way. Teal eyes looked to the other in his comfortable pose, relaxing as if he himself were a tree of the woods. Who was she to break such serenity?
"...A message?
You ask of me..
Then consider this for thy velvet ears
The moment's gone,
And the dream ending.
Shall...shall you bid me fairwell,
to that threat of your dream?"
She bit her cheek in waiting, imagining that even drowsed, the male could utter a giggle to her novice attempts. Who knew speaking could be so hard?
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