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 Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 12:25 pm
(This is a private RP between Buffy_the_Bloody and Syaoran-Puu) Stretching lazily Estelle stood up yawning, the sun shone high in the sky above indicating it was roughly midday, she must have overslept again as she had spend the evening watching the stars and talking to a cute little owl near her favourite Oak tree. The sounds of the day were so different to the night; the birds sung their songs of courtship all around her, the bees buzzed merrily around the flowers in their search for nectar. Yawning again she heard the familiar sound of the river, one thing that sounded the same all year round, the odd splash of fish, and the tumbling as the liquid crashed into the rocks and splashed welcomingly around the banks. It was comforting.
Trotting softly towards the river she noted that there was a lack of clouds in the sky above her, hopefully it would be a nice day which would lead into a clear night, at least then she could see the stars for all their magnificence. As she reached the rivers banks she watched as the water splashed happily onto the bank as well as swirling in all the colours of the world as it tumbled down to its eventual destination. Where did the river lead? She had never actually found out although it was a question that had lingered in her mind for a while now.
Lowering her head she sipped at the cool water gently, it was refreshing and seemed to quench her throat instantly, yet at the same time it made her want more. Sipping softly she continued to take several more mouthfuls of water. Suddenly she saw a flicker of colour in the corner of her eye, what was it…
She looked up instantly, her eyes focused slowly on the little fluttering creature. It was a butterfly, with magnificent green and blue wings. As it flapped its wings it made a faint swishing sound. Slowly it started to flutter away… a thought flickered through her mind. Should she follow? Curious gripped her, and before she realised it she was trotting gently towards it as it fluttered away. She wondered where it was going, with each step she felt as if there was something exciting about to happen, although she had no idea what it was.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 7:59 pm
Oz was no stranger to chasing butterflies..He loved to chase anything that gave him a good run..He never actually caught it,as that always seemed to ruin the fun, but he made them think he would.
His green brown eyes glimmered as he walked through the forest, which was leading to a small creek that flowed steadily through the trees and offered an amazing water supply.
He was always around this area when away frmo his two-legger. He had grown attached to Anusha,as coming to these lands had made him feel vulnerable. She had brought him back with confidence, and he had never left her.
But his eyes caught sight of a mare chasing a lovely butterfly. He too wanted to go after it, but he figured it was her game, who was he to ruin it..Though his butt wriggled with the want to do so.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 12:09 am
Skipping happily through after the butterfly she neglected to notice that her wide field had turned into a thickly wooded area, instead of her one magnificent Oak tree there were many, as well as different kinds of trees. Her eyes spotted new movement from the corner of her eye and she stopped chasing the butterfly to take in her new surroundings, it was darker her than her field during the day. She imaged that the stars also did not twinkle as brightly. Shaking her head she began to turn it slowly to the new movement she had spotted. Before her stood a hansom looking Stallion, his markings were unlike any she had seen before, and his nose seemed somehow different to her own. Yet even through the forests dim light she could just make out the glint of green that lingered in his eyes. Smiling she wondered if she should talk to him or not?
Her pace slowed to a dawdle as she headed towards him, curious peeked inside her again, it wasn’t often she spoke to people during the day, and somehow they looked different to her, there was a different aura about day walkers to those of the night.
As she got closer she smiled once more and spoke in a soft voice, "Hello. My name is Estelle. Who are you?"
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