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 Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 10:01 pm
There was something so romantic and soothing for days that promised a storm at some point though had yet to come threw on that promise. Sitting on a hill among a tangle of roots a stoic Stallion sat his back legs folded under him along a thick root. his body was tight with years of practice and fighting though he showed no signs of scaring or strain. His tail was cropped short and did not flick even as the cool breeze brushed over his back and hide. wrapped around his strong toned left arm were white cherry blossoms. Across his vertical back was an entire tree with petals fallen like snow that lend and blended into the white fur of his coat. From his look he was clearly a warrior but his manner was calm and graceful. His eyes scanned over the view he hand of the forest and the mist that was starting to fill the ground between the trees. He could not help but smile and he opened a small pot of ink and dipped a brush into it to write within a journal he had in his hands. Nothing calmed him and made him feel as right as having time to write with beautiful scenery and views at hand.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2015 3:48 pm
Teagan navigated the forest with ease, even with the creeping cool fog tickling her ankles and distorting the view of the forest floor. A breeze was blowing in, and the strong smell of rain tainted it. Glass bottle tinkled and chimed, handing from a loop of vine around Teagan's waist as she continued through the forest. She was making her way toward a hill. A large majestic tree sat upon it like the hill was earthen throne and crowned it with large ancient roots threading across it.
The hill, while dominated by the trees foliage, didn't boast many more trees and was open to the sky anywhere not under the trees natural shelter. It would be an ideal spot to pick up some rainwater, and if she was lucky there would be lightning. Her mother always said thunderstorms produced the most energetic water. Teagan could set out her bottles and then seek shelter under the vast tree. Her body was buzzing, from the incoming storm itself or the excitement to see it.
As she made her way closer to the hill, partially hidden by a large thick root, was a dark stallion. His white flank was just visible peeking out from behind the root and gave his presence away. The shade of the tree and dark skys hid him well. She stopped in her approach, attempting to hide behind a tree as she peered around it, studying the stallion.
He reminded her of her old clan, and despite the darkness that lingered in that place, she felt a pang of homesickness for it. He was impressive in both his physique and the pride and perhaps skill in the way he held himself. Teagan studied the branches and blossoms that climbed his toned arm and back, drawing in breath at the beauty of it. She was staring, and soaking in the artistry of such a person. She could tell, without a doubt, he was a warrior but not as pressing and overpowering as the ones she remembered. She was content to observe, and he looked peaceful in himself. She felt he did not want company.
The wind though, had other ideas. A breeze picked up and whipped her yellow locks into her face and eyes. Teagan struggled to free herself and caused much jingling of glass and cursing in the process, most undoubtedly giving away her presence.
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2015 11:11 pm
Even before the active wind had blown and given her position away Tanchōzuru was aware of another life drawing closer. Though he was a centaur his hearing had been trained to catch the faint clinking of the bottle attached to the mare and his training had allowed him to feel the presence of another near him. He could tell they had no intention to attack him and it seemed they were reluctant to draw to close. There had been a paused in his writing as he considered if he should address the stranger or not but hearing the sudden clinking and her soft gasped he lowered his brush so that the tip was outside his notebook. Without turning he spoke, his voice even and calm but a bit lacking of emotion, "You might as well come out into the open." He had no claim on the land either so he honestly could not chase her off. From her sounds he figured she was a woman but there was not point in stating it if he was not fully sure. Setting his notebook down and looked over at her surprised at the brightness of her now tangled mane of hair as she tried to adjust it. He then looked down at the bottles at her hips. "Collecting water?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 4:02 pm
Normally a very observant mare, Teagan was too occupied with taming her wind-blown hair to notice the signs she'd been spotted. With a quick glance toward the stallion at his almost cold voice, she huffed and managed to push her corn silk hair behind her shoulders. She tilted her chin up, a little put out that she was spotted and at the non-nonchalance words.
"Well I'm hoping to, but I don't think the hope is misplaced. The winds smells strongly of rain now. It shouldn't be too much longer before we see rain." Her pride subsided as she remembered her task. Teagan slowly approached the hill, but stayed on the outskirts of the trees reach. "This should be good water." She added, though she doubted he had much interest in her as a side glance told her he had been writing.
"I apologize for the interruption, but you have picked a rather good spot to gather your thoughts. It is also a good spot to collect the water and sit out the storm." Teagan's voice was slightly mumbled as she worked her hands into the earth, sweeping out small holes. The cool soil was fragrant and calming. After a bit she would pull a bottle off the line and stick it into the hole, pushing more dirt around it for stability. She moved on to another patch of ground.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 12:17 am
"And you believe the storm shall arrive soon?" He asked as he watched her prepping for the collection. "A pity the beautiful clouds will have to give up their fullness and rain down upon us. Though the land does need it I am sure." He opened his book again to remove the brush and set it in it's carrying case and closed his book. If the mare was right and it was going to start to rain he better have his stuff ready so it would not get wet. "You have no reason to apologize. As you say it is a good place for many things so I can not expect that it shall not be visited often enough. This water will be good? And what makes you believe this? Is not all water good in it's own way?" He might be in tune with self but he was not in tune with any sort of magic.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 11:41 am
The spotted mare stopped her digging for a moment and glanced toward the sky again. The clouds were intimidating in there dark fullness. In that moment she thought she could compare him to the large imposing clouds. She shrugged off her thoughts and placed the last glass container in the hole, covering this one up like the others. "Everything needs rain.." she said, but it was to the wind and said in a low voice. Finally done she sat as comfortably far from the stallion as she could while still keeping under the tree's cover.
Deft, thin fingers worked her messy yellow hair into a long braid with practiced ease as she spoke. "No, you are right, all water is good. After all everything needs water, it flows through living things like another blood. This water," and she gestured to the clouds, "has a different energy than water from a spring, or at least that was what my mother believed. Rain water is especially energized and even more so in a storm like this might prove to be. You can catch it before it mingles with the earth, unlike the sea or a spring. There is something, mysterious and powerful in that." Her voice was hard to read. At some points she seemed skeptical and at others came a sort of practiced ease to her words.
After a moment of silence her eyes returned from their distant roaming to focus back on the stallion. "Do you write?" she asked, remembering the notebook from earlier.
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