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 Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 6:58 am
The myriad of colors fills the brightening night sky and the stars began to disappear, twinkling their farewell to the nocturnal animals and soquilis that is scampering back to their dens to slumber until the next time the moon rise over the mountains. A large hill looms over a small clearance of long grass that is surrounded by lush forest and the blanket of fire-colored light slowly moves from the ocean to the mountains, illuminating everything in its path. The song birds began to sing their 'good morning!' song along with territorial song but the hill remains empty of its usual visitor.
The glimmer of silver and various shades of pastel color appears and disappears among the forest as a mare runs away from the terrority she used to call her own when she was with her former lifemate and her two precious sons. Zaria definitely do not want to be reminded that she made a grave mistake of being with Pilgrim because he do not compliment her looks or personality. She succumbed to the biological clock that was ticking loudly inside her chest and went with the one she knew that would do whatever she commands him to do. Hell, he fought the kalona for Zaria and Zaria didn't spare him any attention or feelings that was thrown at her. After the fateful night between Zaria and Pilgrim breaking up, Zaria feels like she is finally free once again and the world have lifted off her shoulders. Feeling like she need to keep running, Zaria put in all of her energy in speeding up more while weaving through the trees.
Zaria suddenly stops in front of the lake, breathing heavily as her pale purple eyes rakes across the environment to ensure that she is alone. Satisified that she is alone, Zaria moves into the deliciously cold water and allows the water sap away all of her remaining energy so she could drift around without having to think about things.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 5:30 am
Suffice to say, Fenghuang was in two minds about returning to the Kawani following his journey to the north. A part of him was happy to be within the embrace of his homeland again but the other was craving the wilds of the north and the companionship of the Inuits. Ever since he had returned he had been slotted quietly into the role of bodyguard. He'd taken this role himself and had sworn a duty to protect his Princess but her indifference towards him was a pain in the a**. He'd known it wasn't going to be easy but never in his wildest dreams had he suspected that she would be even more awkward towards him than she had been before he'd left - frankly, he didn't even think that was possible.
It was with a soft sigh that the firey stallion drifted across the meadow, thick arctic fur already warming up at such a rapid rate that he would be sweating cobs before the sun was even up. His winter coat had thickened enough to protect him from the arctic winds, but the spirits of the Kawani lands pointed, jeered and giggled in their own temperate climates. It didn't help that he had a reindeer pelt draped across his back, provided to him by the Inuits as further protection against the blizzards that ravaged the land. He'd really grown quite attached to it.
That being said, few could deny that he looked every inch the wild animal. As well mannered as he was, his thick, fluffy coat combined with his reindeer pelt and ruffled mane did nothing to aid him in this cause. The muscles he had developed over the course of the many months in such an extreme set of conditions probably would have looked suitably attractive if he'd been cleaner but meh - he spent that much time stealthing through under growth that it was a lost cause to begin with!
This in mind, he looked no tidier than he had the day he'd come home and remained unconcerned with such trivial things as he drifted onwards to the lakes. He required sustenance - food and drink without pestering the mare who (while he worshipped) regarded him as lower than dirt. His relationships didn't have to make sense to anyone other than himself and love acted in strange ways but even he needed a break sometimes. Still, bleary eyed as he was, he'd not noticed the striped mare nearby and was content to lower his head to the water to have the first drink of the day.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 6:45 am
Zaria stretches her body out languidly as she swims around, allowing herself to get lost into her thoughts and she began to wonder about how her sons are faring since their father abandoned them and her without any word or warning one night. Her son Zaiden simply disappeared as well but occasionally came back to Zaria to keep in touch with her while Zainan refused to leave her side for few days and she managed to escape with well placed excuses so now she is determined to enjoy her newly found freedom by herself.
Another presence graced the lake but went unnoticed by the striped mare for few seconds because she was too blissfully oblivious to everything around her. Zaria finally snaps out of her musing when a faint splashing sound reached her ears, she slowly turns her head toward the source of splashing and her eyes widens slightly in shock. The stallion looks very rugged and filthy with something draped over the large body and the first thing came to her mind is "skinwalker". But at this point of her mental health, Zaria don't really care if the new visitor is the reason for the extinguishing of the light in her eyes. The silver mare swims over to the new visitor at the slow pace to see if the stallion will react to her approaching him.
Using the knowledge of feminine wiliness and seduction she gleaned from watching her sister Zaicate with her lifemate Shizuka whenever they are in or near the lake, Zaria sways her hips slightly as she steps out of the lake with water dripping of her sleek body. Zaria tries not to frown as she thinks that she looks like a drowned rat because she never could pull off those shiticks Zaicate pulls because she do not have enough experience to do that. But one thing she know for sure and that is the fact that she have ability to manipulate and control any stallions.. her former lifemate is the testimony of that.
Zaria's pale lavender eyes narrows slightly as she stood there few feet away from the stallion so she let herself have the right to survey the stallion in front of her. Her eyes starts from his hooves and slowly moves up to his huge back, working its way toward his lowered head. The stallion reminds her of the warm fire with hint of rainbow on his side and the mane/tail looks very soft despite the fact that it is tangled and not tended to. She clears her throat partially to get the frog out of there and to announce that he is not alone anymore. Schooling her face into a regal-like expression with a slight smile on her face, Zaria tosses her head to get some of the pesky hair out of her eyes and stares at the stallion without any reservations.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 7:42 am
Fenghuang was aware of the feminine wiles that females possessed and had watched them as he matured. His mother was notorious for flirting mercilessly with his father and as such, the stallion had long become accustomed to the behaviour. There was a time when he would have responded to it with a wry smile and flirtation of his own, but he had been completely and utterly bewitched to the point that it no longer had an affect on him. He was both the envy and joke of every stallion in existence (including himself), to have become so obsessed by a mare who didn't have the desire to be near him. That being said, he wasn't unaware of her presence as her 'sloshing' about in the water had caught his ears they consequently flicked in her general direction. Much to her chagrine she would find that he hadn't even looked up throughout the duration of her attempts at seduction.
In fact, the stallion was more than content to continue to dine upon his grass. He was positively starving and wasn't terribly concerned with the goings on around him. If they didn't smell dangerous, if the hair on his neck didn't rise - well then, they weren't a bother. His feeding continued, his muzzle gently brushing against the tips of the grass blades. Every now and again he nipped at the sweeter ones and mused over the day to come. It would be the same as every day (or so he expected) with continued patrols and the occasional break to feed.
Alas he wasn't permitted further time to muse. The mare clearly wanted his attention and with a soft sigh he flicked his pale gaze up briefly. What he was met with, was another mare with what appeared to be another variation of a superiority complex. Perfect. His expression remained unreadable and he at last lifted his head, drawing himself to his full height as was customary for any introduction. He had never intended to look dignified and as such, showed little concern as the rebellious strands of hair flopped lazily over his eyes.
"Yes?" he enquired hoarsely, his voice cracking from lack of use in many months. He'd long learned not to ask if creatures such as her required assistance as it caused problems, as such his greeting was decidedly blunt and far from the most well mannered introduction that one might acquire from a gentleman.
...Then again he was a rogue.
His actions were excusable.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 8:57 am
(( ouch.. good thing Zaria is not mind reader XD; it will definitely be a huge blow to her ego!))
Zaria scowls slightly as she could see that her seduction attempts is not working on the stallion so she decides to switch the tactics and be her princess-like self since apparently most of the guys couldn't resist her when she is like that. The silver mare stomps the ground slightly with her hoof while trying to be patient so the stallion could dine on the grass. The stallion do look very hungry and parched because he didn't pay any heed to any soquilis or any little creatures that have came and went during the duration of her being in the lake and him replenishing himself.
Her pale lavender eyes follows the stallion's head as it rose from the grass to its massive height (according to her) but she didn't shrink back from the now huge stallion that 'dwarfs' over her. A brow lofted as the hoarse voice came from the stallion, almost like he haven't spoken in some time now and Zaria stares at the stallion silently, not sure what to do or say. "You are a mess." Zaria blurts out before she could stop herself but she didn't apologize for her brash comment. Zaria stares boldly at the stallion before she jerks her head toward the water. "Bathe yourself. I can help with mane and tail." Zaria easily slides into her dominant female role.
"Snap snap.. let go." Zaria snaps her teeth like a human would clap her hands in impervious manner while moving toward Fenghuang, trying to herd him toward the cold water. While she is trying to herd the stallion toward the water, she reaches over to pull the pelt off the stallion like it is normal thing for her to do, despite the fact that they just met.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 11:00 am
She was kidding, right? Fenghuang's eyebrow shot up at her behaviour and it was with a small snort of distaste that he moved away from the mare and circled in behind her to avoid further bustling. It was one thing to be blunt to a stranger but to demand that they do exactly as they were told was a different matter entirely. However it was when she attempted to remove his reindeer pelt that he snarled, the deep rumbling in his throat testament to his disapproval and her 'familiarity'. He didn't need to be mothered by another spoilt brat and he took orders from no one. As a consequence his immediate response to her attempted theft was to smack her upside the head with his muzzle in passing and it was only then that he rolled his shoulders to readjust the pelt's position upon his back.
He was aware of his wild appearance and was more than comfortable in accepting that he would be looked upon with scorn - that was not something he was plagued or worried by. This 'mess' was who and what he was, a creature of the wilds who was bound to protect his princess and there was nothing that would change that.
"How about, 'No'." The stallion stated darkly, his disgust evident in his eyes as he maintained his distance. Apparently those of the lowlands really didn't have any grasp on etiquette and absolutely no grasp on a creatures possessions. Sure there were times that he invaded the personal space of another but he never stole. It should have been no surprise that the mare had plummeted in his estimations. "Mess or not I am comfortable in this state," he pointed out hoarsely, his voice still croaking though the deep thrum told tale of a stallion who once sounded quite pleasant.
"No thief shall change that," he spat. Really was it difficult to leave another soquili alone to have their breakfast? He'd had barely any sleep, was starved and needed a drink yet here he was in the presence of a mare who had not only attempted to herd him like cattle... but was also attempting to steal his things. Now he fully understood why his eldest brother treated the majority of lowland soquili with very little respect. He was not a happy stallion at all...
"And no hag shall ever thrust herself upon me," he snorted briefly at this and stalked further away. Clearly her seductive attempts and 'dominant' behaviour hadn't worked according to plan and he was a stallion who didn't just have bark - he had quite a bit of bite too. Granted he knew his Princess would give him ample lectures about his appearance each time she saw him but she was excused, there was an extraordinary difference between this 'lordly' mare and the mare who had captured him completely... but the point was moot and he had no interest in lecturing the uncouth. Let her herd another damn stallion into the lake, he was not one to be trifled with and had little time for her sort.
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