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 Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 2:58 pm
Please do not post in this thread unless invited to do so.
This RP is a character development between Misti and Nisroc after Nisroc finally found Misti again.
They are attempting to jog Misti's lost memories of the past and of who Nisroc once was to her.
In the end all they shall ever need is Love.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 2:59 pm
*Misti wandered playfully in the forest with Nisroc, allowing her body to touch his every now and then as moved, but only ever in teasing amounts. A rump here and a shoulder there, a part of her always considered herself to be a 'tease', her previous adventures had taught her to be mean and keep them keen, yet she knew Nisroc better than any other soquili in her previous life, a life that she was attempted to grasp from the jaws of defeat. After all they still loved each other! She loved him with every fibre of her being.*
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 3:00 pm
*Nisroc watched Misti from the corner of his eye, she seemed more chirpy recently which made his heart flutter. She was so beautiful in the early morning sun, so elegant as the light sparkled and set shadows around and with her giant feathered wings. Wings that only two weeks ago he was unsure he would ever see again. He was still amuzed that he only found her by accident. A fluke meeting due to a friends persistance mistake that he was infact Misti. He laughed softly at his own memories.*
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 3:02 pm
*She stopped in her tracks and cocked her head slightly to one side.* Why are you laughing? *To her Nisroc was one of those stallions that just simply continued to shock and suprise her, and now he was laughing, for as far as she could make out, no reason at all.* You're strange *she teased.*
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 3:03 pm
*Stopping also he turned slightly so that he could see all of her face once more, her beautiful blue face, her cute little yellow speckles. His beautiful mate.* I am just remembering, no need to worry. *He turned his head, but did not move, eyes scanning the path ahead.* Come on or we shall end up being late, *playfully he pulled out his tongue and winked* ....again!
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 3:04 pm
*A soft blush covered Misti's cheeks, he was right about them being late more than once, on several of those occasions it had actually been her fault which made her feel a twange of guilt. Though she knew that he did not really mind, usually he would tell her that he would love to spend even a moment longer with her if that was what she wanted.* Sorry *Her voice was chirpy, not really the appropriate tone for an actual apology. She started to trott, passing him as she attempted to make up the valuable time they had obviously wasted.*
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 3:06 pm
*Smiling as she passed him he set into motion, moving at spead after her. She was so playful that his heart simply seemed to love her more each day, catching her up quickly and nuzzling her swiftly as he passed. She was warm.*
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 2:27 am
*As he came closer she found herself slowling down slightly, his touch was gentle, his fur fluffy and beautiful with its different shades of pink that seemed to dance under the suns mellow morning light. A smile leaped upon her lips as she slowed to her normal trott, they had made enough ground now to avoid being late, that and she knew deep down that the herd would not mind if they were late. Today was another intiation ceremony, a Stallion of silky fur had requested to join them, but something lingered in the back of her mind, he seemed -odd.* Nisroc... *she began, pausing to calculate exactly what she wished to say.* ...what do you think about the new herd stallion? Does he... *she blushed slightly at just thinking about her next question.* ...seem a little strange to you?
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 2:37 am
*Slowly also as she spoke he turned his head softly towards her and nodded. It was true that he understood how she felt, the new 'stallion' as she refered to him had seemed a little more 'twisted' than the other members of the herd. Perhaps something would eventually revolved around him, it was just a feeling but one that he could not shift. Smiling stll he replied.* Why fair Misti, I must say I have no worries or thoughts of such that relate to him. My world revolves around you, and it has since the moment you disappeared and I came to these lands in search of you. But... *he laughed a little* ...he is a little unusual. I think you will get on well if you give him the time of day to try. *Once again he pulled his tongue out at her and changed his focus to the forest floor. It was then that he saw a delicate yellow tipped rose. It was pretty, not as pretty as her but still pretty. Moving towards it he examined it closer. The rest of the petal was not white as he had first assumed but a soft blue colour, instantly he saw the connection between the rose and Misti, she too was blue and yellow -just a shade brighter. Half-shouting over his shoulder the words leaped from his mouth once more.* Hey... I found a 'Misti' rose. Granted its not as beautiful as you.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 3:13 am
*Smiling at his words she found herself blushing more vividly. He was also so polite to her, but she believed that some of his sentiment was due to his memories of the old relationship they had, something that was completly lost to her after her crash into the forest. She suspected that if it had not been for Ehren she would have passed away there, she would always owe him her life, but something told her that she also owed part of it to Nisroc. The stories he told her, no matter how exaggerated, explained her thirst for adventure, and why she longed so much for children of her own. It seemed that they had been trying for many years before they decided to travel to these lands, he had told her how they hoped they could be blessed in the forest. No matter how she tried to explain it the longing was unshifting.* You're so silly. *She spoke in reply to his flattery. Then he did something that shocked her, he stopped, starring at what seemed like a small flower. Then as he spoke her heart missed a beat. He was comparing her to a rose? A rose that he called the 'misti rose'. Curiousity locked her body and mind as she moved towards Nisroc and the rose, on closer inspection she could see the colours and leaves, the way they seemed to act as border around the dainty thing. Perhaps this was the truth about her, she was as fragile as this rose, she had after all lost her memories and been left broken and bloody in a forest not far from here. She opened her mouth as if planning to speak but no words came out so she closed it again and simply continued to watch the flower as it flower in the wind. She wanted to become stronger, she wanted to find a true purpose in life. She needed that. Before she could prevent herself a stream of tears began to trickle down her cheeks and splash onto the ground around the flower.*
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 3:26 am
*Noticing her eyes light up at the sight of the rose he found himself smiling more and more. Then a look of utter shock covered his face as she began to cry, he couldn't help but wonder what it was that had caused such a responce in her. Why would she cry at a simple flower? Had he said or done something wrong? Unsure what she was thinking as she stood in silence beside him.* Misti... *she began, concern bubbling up as he watched her closely, his full attention on her.* ...please don't cry. *His eyes looked as if they were about to fill with tears themself. His heart ached as he found himself longing to make it all better. Perhaps a story?* You know... *he gulped* ...I always seem to make you cry one way or another. I supose you don't remember now but back home there used to be a festival of the flowers, and every year we would go and watch the parades with their golden banners and sparkly trinkets. You always said how the rose float was your faviourite, all those colours whirling and shining together. I would always try to steal one for you but never suceeded until the lat parade, the one just before you were carried away from me by the wind. It was similar to this one, I called it the Misti Rose which made you cry then as well. *He looked towards her, forcing a smile upon his lips in an attempt to keep her settled and hopefully slow down the tears. He hated her being upset.* I am... *he paused, she never used to like him apologising, telling him to stop and never speak that word to her. Was that still the same? There was only one way to discover the truth.* ...sorry.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 3:45 am
*A small smile spread upon her lips at his attempt to cheer her up. She enjoyed his stories but even looking at the rose in question did not bring a memory of their past back to her. She longed for truth of her past, for the images and magic of the world she once lived in. Yet she felt it was hopeless.* I do not remember. *They were the only words that she could manage, her mind desperate to attempt to form images of her past, using the words of his decription, but it seemed useless. Sighing softly she looked at him, her stream of tears drying now. Trying to change her feelings she moved towards him and buried her nose within his neck. The scent he gave off was like a drug to her, she wanted more and more. Although she could remember their past she knew they would have a long and happy future. Even if it was full of tears. Yet as he apologised she smiled and nodded* Accepted although you did not do anything wrong. I was just being silly.... thinking about how weak I am. *It was painful to admit.*
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