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 Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 9:11 pm
This is a private rp between Anatola Erysol and Coop Amores
 
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 9:13 pm
How many years had it been since he last heard the soft tone of her voice, felt her gentle touch, and fell in to the warm ocean that was her eyes? Why was it that today of all days he would remember her? Was it because Spring was her favorite season and today just happened to be the first day? Coop let out a sigh, no matter how many years had passed; he still felt a void in his heart where she had once resided. Most of the time he would try to forget her by helping others with their love lives or love problems; it did not test matter to him that most of his pairings ended in disaster, at least they had love, even if it was for a mere moment.
Green eyes looked over the grassy plain covered in vibrant purple flowers with a yellow center. These were always her favorite. Hemerocallis or Daylily Purple D’oro he believed they were called. A happy memory raced into his thoughts, it was a beautiful spring day, similar to the one that he was experiencing now and she was dancing in a field of flowers as her familiar wove the hemerocallis into crowns and drape them upon her head. She would laugh and believe herself to look silly, but to Coop, she could not be more beautiful.
The memories were becoming too painful, with a jerk the stallion caused his body to move as he tried to distance himself from her. He could not bear to wallow in the past, she was gone and there was nothing he could do to change that fact.
His pace was uneven as he made his way through the field of purple, trying not to step on the soft delicate plants. Coop tried to think of happy thoughts, to rid himself of the negative gloom that seemed to become a shroud draped upon his shoulders on this bright first day of spring.
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 12:11 am
Ana crossed through into the opening to the field, inhaling the smell of flowers. She exhaled with a smile crossing her features; it had been too long since she really enjoyed the smell of bright, healthy foliage. She let her gaze roam over the relatively flat landscape before her; green and purples gracing every corner of it. Ana was much more used to red clay and the dirt of the desert and never being able to stand still to view anything other than the clouds of dust around her hooves.
The scent stirred something else within Ana as she recognized the familiar pangs of hunger. Her smile blossomed wider as she realized her luck, she was surrounded by sweet grass and flowers. She grazed, content, and began to hum. It was a song that reminded her of home, though now burnt to the ground, it was her only connection. In her songs she could remember home and maybe because of that her home wasn't really gone.
Once satisfied, Ana raised her head to look out over the field. It was then in the distance she saw the figure moving closer, slightly erratic, but closer all the same. She tensed, coming to the realization that she could not only have wandered into one's territory, nor did she know if she would be considered hostile here. She after all felt and assumed she seemed a little different looking, covered in gold coins and bells and her scarves. Focusing on her foreign attributes made her even more nervous and to calm herself, she began to hum again.
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 2:11 pm
He was removed from his reminiscing by the soft sound of humming. Could it be? No, it was just his hopeful heart playing tricks on him, she would not be here or humming that tune. One thing he knew for sure was that the humming itself was not a figment of his imagination; green eyes once unfocused on the purple sea before him focused on a pink mare approaching him. She was wearing a purple sash around her neck and upon her head, the way she carried herself seemed to reveal her as a foreigner to these lands.
Any other day Coop would have asked her about her inner most desires and would have tried to play match maker, but today he just was not feeling the love. Not wanting to scare away the mare with his foul mood, he gave her a tentative smile.
"Hello," he could not bring himself to make a comment on the beautiful day so he asked instead about the song she hummed, "that is a beautiful melody. It is something I have not yet heard, what is it called? Oh if you don't mind my asking."hyperbiblious I wrote this on my phone, so sorry if there are any easily recognizable errors ^.^;
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 10:22 pm
Ana tensed and abruptly stopped humming as Coop approached. She took a moment to look him over as he spoke to her. His language was not her first, though she knew it well. She just had to remember it. Her mind raced as well trying to decipher another meaning, observing his own tentative body movements. Had she made him nervous? No, why would a mare make a stallion like this nervous? Though he was unlike anything she’d ever seen, horned and short-tailed. Odd, she never had seen another soquili shaped like him.
She cocked her head slightly to the side as he finished and she mustered up all the courage she had and answered him in her accented speech, “It is a song I was taught by,” she stopped. She did not know how to convey the relationship of the people she was about to speak of. What they had meant to her, how they taught her through her life, how they owned her and how they were no longer alive. She tilted her head upright to rid her mind of thoughts of the dead and continued in her rough, though sing-songy accent, “I was taught this song by my tribe. It is what mothers sang to their children.”
She smiled at him, remembering some of her courtesies. “And I do not mind. Though tell me,” she paused taking a moment to look around, “I having been walking a long time and do not know where I am.” She smiled again, attempting to take the edge off of her ignorance.
(OOC: So, I couldn't find a place in the reply to describe her accent, but I imagine it a kind of rough almost... nvm, I just realized what I was about to try and describe was the D'othraki accent from Game of Thrones. -facepalm- So... imagine that, but her's is a little gentler. If you'd like I can try to find a youtube clip of it somewhere to give you an idea?)
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 5:36 pm
He was disappointed when she stopped her humming, it was a lovely tune, but he knew if he wished to have a conversation with the mare she would have the cease with the beautiful melody. Coop was correct about her being from a different land, her accent was soft and contained a soothing lilt to it, it was almost like a song itself. Even in his current state of depression he had an eye and an ear for beauty and the mare before him had those traits. “It is a very lovely song. Even though I have not heard it before, it makes me think of happier times, when the world did not weigh so much upon me. Do you know what I mean?”
He looked around the field of purple flowers, he was not technically lost, but he did not have a clear idea of where they were exactly in the Kawani lands, “I believe we are south east of the A-ta-lv-yi Pass, in those plains at the base of the mountains. I have lived in the Kawani lands my entire life, but this area is not one that I usually visit”.
He left out the fact that this was due to his attempt to hide from the mare who wished to see him dead, who lived in the forest near the Aa-wi-u-s-di Plains. hyperbiblious Here is the map and the locations he is talking about --> [x]
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