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 Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 9:02 am
  The french stallions eyes went back to the bleak whiteness that had resided upon the earth a few short days ago. How he despised the stuff. It was cold, wet, and there seemed to be no real reason for it, other than maybe to annoy him. Of course, he knew how true that was. Not at all. The weather gods didnt care anything about him, and it was probably a good thing, as he would most likely end up being disliked by them, causing mass mayhem for him.
He crunched the snow under his hoof and shook his head.
"Tres mal.."
Looking up to the cloud darkened sky, he allowed his midnight blue eyes to connect with the night, allowing him to blend and not let his eyes be told apart from the sky.
His jet black hair that hung in ringlets around his shoulder bounced as he moved.
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 9:33 am
Sighing, Nostalgia allowed herself to close her eyes and enjoy the wind passing through her braids as her wings glided her through the night sky. She wouldn't fly very often, it tired her out far too quickly, but she would occassionally do so when she was in a pensive mood.
Opening her eyes, she looked down onto the land and watched everything through her lavender eyes.
Her eyes quickly spotted black specks against the white snow, and then her eyes were able to discern the cream colored Soquili that belonged to the waves of black curls.
Curious, she traveled closer to the ground in a circular fashion; what fun it would be to meet a new Soquili.
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 10:06 am
Jean-Claude pawed at the snow, then looked up to the heavens which seemed to have forsaken him.
Sighing, he pawed at it again, as if pawing at it would make it dissappear.
Blinking his blue eyes, he looked out across the snowy hills, letting the wind blow a curl or two. He spotted a glowy thing coming closer, and he wasnt sure what it was..
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 5:57 pm
"What a dashing Soquili," Nostalgia muttered to herself as she came closer and closer to the ground. Gently hovering a few feet above land, she allowed her heavy ankle chains to fall and land with a thud before her hooves made themselves reacquainted with the dirt and grass.
"Greetings, stranger." She said, hoping her soft voice would be loud enough for him to hear. "I hope I'm not intruding on anything, but I'm new to these lands and have been trying to introduce myself to any new Soquili I come across. My name is Nostalgia."
Smiling, she tilted her glowing horn down as a sign of greeting to the cream Soquili, who had a very interesting white mark on his chest. It looked almost like a crucifix. "What an odd birthmark to have!" she thought quietly to herself.
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 6:14 pm
He smiled, and looked at the creature in wonder. She was, no doubt, the most beautiful mare he had ever seen.. But she was glowing. It was almost like she wasnt even there.
She spoke like a mouse. Her voice soft and lovely. Giving her a slight bow, he looked back up at the mare, whose wings were thin as spiderwebs.
"Hello there, to you as well. You are one very magnificent Soquili.
What are you?"
He asked, not trying to be rude in any way, but trying to figure out if she was indeed living or not.
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 6:36 pm
She paused, startled by the abruptness of his question. She knew she should get used to hearing it more often, but, as always, she was unprepared.
"I'm...well... I'm not exactly a pure Soquili, if that's what you mean." She stammered, tossing her braids back and away from her face. "I'm more of apparition, if you will. A specter. But I'm able to walk on land, I'm physical... just... a bit different, for the moment."
She smiled and watched his face for a response, and that's when she noticed the pearl fangs peeking out of his mouth. How strange... he wasn't a Kalona, for he had no wings... so why did he have fangs in his mouth and not flat teeth like regular horses?
"May I inquire of your breeding as well, Monsieur?" She asked, throwing in a french term as it was she recognized his accent, "I noticed your fangs and the marking on your chest... neither of which I believe belong to a standard Soquili..."
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 6:41 pm
He smiled, watching her stammer with a lifted eyebrow. He listened to what she said, and finally thought he might understand what she was.
He gave a little bow again, hoping to take away any discomfort he may have caused her.
He was good at causing discomfort. He was after all, Jean-Claude, the french stallion that was good at messing alot of things up, but then making up for them in beautiful ways.
His tongue ran across his fangs. He didnt really notice them on a daily basis.. But when ever someone mentioned them, he stopped and had the habit or running tongue or lip across the sharp points.
"My breeding? Well, I am a very normal, standard Soquili I assure you. But as for my breeding, ma cherie, I am unsure. I know that its said that my father had my fangs,.. But Im not sure other than that.
I wish I could give you more of a description."
He saying, finally wishing he knew his parents before they left after he was born.
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 7:10 pm
She watched him graze his tongue across his fangs and wondered what he was thinking. He apparently didn't mind that she was a Ghost, either that, or she had confused him with the synonyms she had used for the word "ghost".
No matter what, it was obvious that he had no fear for what she was, and that put her at some level of ease. She smiled at the devilishly handsome Soquili and answered, "Your description is fine. I'm just overly curious, I'm sure."
Her tail twitched from one side to the other, and she blushed at hearing him use a french term towards her. French was such a romantic language, and she had always been a softie for anything romantic.
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 7:14 pm
"I dare say you arent too curious. Curiousity could be the spice of life, if you play life right."
He said smiling.
"But, I feel I must ask what a beautiful mare such as you, is doing, sitting here talking to me? I havent even stated my name yet, which proves I am no gentleman."
He gave a bow.
"My name is Jean-Claude."
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 7:30 pm
She blushed again, his words very flattering. She wasn't used to being complimented, and especially not from a handsome Soquili.
"Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, Jean-Claude." She replied, bowing her own head, once again, and tilting her shining horn in greeting. "And I'm sure you were just getting around to introducing yourself, Monsieur, I was just too busy being curious."
Smiling, her lavender eyes sparkled. How intriguing this stallion was... she hoped he had no plans for the evening, because she was enjoying his pleasant and obviously well-groomed company.
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 7:36 pm
"The pleasure is all mine, ma petite." He was being very honest here. Indeed it was his pleasure. He had met a mare that made his heart race. He'd only seen her for a bit now, and it was like the purple horn on the top of her head was a beacon to his heart.
She was like a Siren, and instantly when he thought of it, he wished he hadnt. She was nothing like a siren. She was pure, and good, and he hoped she wasnt doing anything, for he had not tired of her company. Though he doubted he could ever tire of this mares company.
"What may I call you by? Does the fair lady have a name?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 7:46 pm
Had she forgotten to mention her own name?
Her cheeks blushed a darker red (Oh, by the Spirits, would she EVER stop blushing?!), and she quickly responded, "I'm so sorry, I thought I had already mentioned it. My name is Nostalgia, but you are more than welcome to come up with a shorter name to call me by, if that one is a bother to say."
Nos noticed how Jean-Claude was studying her so intently, and she nervously shifted from one foot to the other, her ankle chains making a soft rattling. Her wings twitched as his dark eyes seemed to be looking into her soul... if she had had a soul, of course.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 8:23 am
Jean-Claude gave a bow, and smiled.
"It is a pleasure to meet you lovely Nostalgia. And I would never call you anything but. Your name is far too beautiful to shorten."
He said, walking closer to her slowly.
He was feeling bold. Maybe too bold, but bold none the less, and he smiled.
"Ma petite, would you do me the honor of joining me for a night time walk? It is a lovely night after all."
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 3:17 pm
"I would be more than delighted to walk with you; it is a very pleasant evening and I would enjoy such company."
She smiled and began walking, then remembered the burden that was eternally linked to her legs. "I am afraid, however, Monsieur, that I won't be able to walk very fast due to the shackles attached to my legs. I hope that won't cause you any inconvenience."
Still smiling, she glanced over at him, and a few braids dangled over down in front of her eyes. What a charming stallion she had come across. She wondered if he had any family, unlike herself, unless you counted ghosts in the spirit world.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 7:58 pm
He smiled and shook his head, nudging her neck gently in assurance.
"I garauntee you, that your speed is of no matter to me." He said, walking a bit slower, and by her side. He felt right to be by her side.. He liked this mare. And the question was, should he ask to court her?
Court wasnt mating, but it meant she would see him, and give him a chance to win the heart she held.
His curly dark hair fell into his blue eyes as he spoke.
"And I shall enjoy your company as well, ma cherie. But I must ask if you are courting anyone as of late."
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