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 Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 8:35 am
 Loren was wandering a darkened forest, his grey pelt blending in fairly well with the shadows around him. His grey blue eyes flicked around with seeming dark intent as he searched his muse for inspiration. "Deep forest is dark/Chill winds echo through hollows/Humans sleep at risk..." He muttered to himself. He gave a small grunt as he stopped momentarily. What was he doing here, other than trying for inspiration? His muse seemed to have forgotten him momentarily, and try as he might he couldn't find it. But why did he come here? Why not the little lake he knew of? Loren shook his grey blue mane out as a slight breeze picked up, and he continued on his way into the forest. [[Got a starter finally. :3]]
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 10:22 pm
 Zoey grazed in her favorite meadow in the forest. She had found it not too long ago while she explored some new territory. Off in the distance, she heard some twigs snap and it sounded like some faint muttering. Wondering who could be in this dark forest, she went to go see.
She stayed in the shadows, her blue markings working like moonlight on the grass. Zoey stayed hidden and quiet until she saw an interesting looking male walk through. It was indeed muttering that she had heard because as this stallion passed, he seemed to be muttering things about dark forest and sleeping at risk. Only now, did she realize that this was the stallion she had met but a few days earlier. Though she recognized him, she thought it would be better if she stayed cautious. "What are you doing here?" She stated firmly from the shadows.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 9:04 am
Loren turned around at the sound of the female voice, his ears already recognizing the lovely sound of Zoey's voice. He turned, a wicked grin upon his face as he studied the swirls and finally the filled in mark of the fledgling. "Merry meet, Zoey.." He said musically as he dipped his head in respect to the young priestess.
At her question he tilted his head and flicked his tail before answering. "I am simply looking for my muse is this.. Nyx forsaken forest." he responded calmly as he stepped closer to the other azrein, the shadows rippling over his sides and back as if they were alive.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 1:56 pm
Finally remembering her manners, "Merry meet." Zoey said as she dipped her head back in the appropriate bow. "This is Nyx's forest, which is why I am protective of it. I-I didn't recognize you at first, which was why my voice was so firm. I apologize." She said politely, as she dipped her head again. "You say you are looking for your muse? Have you been unable to write anything lately?" She asked curiously as she stepped from out of the shadows, flirtatiously glancing at him. For some reason, there was some force that just seemed to attract her to him, like she couldn't stop herself. She did find him attractive, who wouldn't, she thought.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 8:01 pm
Loren shrugged his broad shoulders as he stared down into Zoey's eyes. He was mystically compelled to this.. dark, yet inviting female. Something he both feared, enjoyed, and feared. "Then maybe it isn't such a curs-ed place, if I am to find you here. Nyx must be blessing me today." , he flirted, his grey blue eyes sparkling with a hint of darkness within their depths. "Alas, I have been unable to compose as of late, but never fear young priestess. My muse shall come back before long, especially with such a 'Bella Donna' around." He saw the flirtatious glance she shot him, which encouraged him more.
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 10:38 pm
"Why is it that inspiration always evades you when you need it most?" Zoey asked in a pondering sort of voice. She took a few steps in no particular direction, just letting her intuition guide her. Looking back to see if he would follow, she said, "Well this is a great place to come to if you're looking for inspiration. This forest is so beautiful." Her voice full of awe and amazement as she looked around the seemingly normal forest. "So you think I can help you're muse return?" She asked him curiously.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 1:00 pm
Loren grinned wickedly as he eyed the beautiful specimen before him. "You are a muse, youngling..." He got close enough to just barely bump his nose against her shoulder.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 1:29 pm
Zoey looked away shyly. "I'm glad I can help you then." She looked at him flirtatiously before looking away again. "So you don't find anything in this forest to inspire you?" She pranced a few paces forward, inviting him to follow.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 2:14 pm
"Dew drops caress her
like silken threads of a feather,
the enticement awaits..."
The grey stallion whispered seductively as he pressed his flank against hers, his warm breath whispering the poem in her ear. "Like I said.. the only thing that... inspires me...", his eyes flashed, "is thy fair face..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 2:26 pm
His breath hot on her ear as he whispered the poem, soft as if caressing her heart and soul. Zoey felt nervous giddiness at having him so close. "I-I..." She found herself unable to speak with his nearness, his flank pressed upon her's made it even worse. She side-stepped, giving some room between them. " Surely there is something else besides me."
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 2:34 pm
Loren chuckled as he nudged her shoulder again. "You sincerely do not know.. the effect you have upon me youngling..." He sighs and shakes his mane. Such beautiful markings upon a pelt so.. soft.. one as beautiful as you.. its..." Unable to finish and he shakes his head again. "You are a wonderous creature, Zoey Redbird..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 5:30 pm
"I guess I don't, Loren. It's hard to believe that only I am your muse. There must be some other mare more beautiful than I am." Zoey said. "I didn't realize my markings were so stunning, but I guess given that I can only see then when I'm standing near water would make sense." She looked away. "I do love your poetry." She said, trying to change the subject.
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