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 Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 2:13 pm
This is just a little RP between my Sibalto, my Indian Persona Tashika, and Kami's Miri... No real idea on how this is going to go, but I hope you enjoy it! ^.^
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 2:31 pm
Tashika gave a trill of laughter as she crouched high over Sibalto's back, hands buried in his flowing mane and face pressed to his arched neck. The stallion was stretched out in a light, easy gallop, enjoying the chance to stretch his legs. They were fast comming to the end of the forest trail, and beyond stretched the rolling valley Tashika intended to release the stallion in while she made her way around the woods and collected herbs.
With a reluctant sigh she sat back in the saddle, easing the stallion to a spirited canter, an explosive trot, and then a reluctant, straining walk. He snapped and mouthed at the bit, pinning his ears and swishing his tail.
"I know..." She soothed, laying her hand against his silver shoulder. "I know, but you'll have all the free rein you want in a few moments."
Sibalto sighed and obeyed her gentle hands on the reins, prancing in place when she asked him to stop. She slid out of his saddle, brushing her white deerskin pants and tunic into order.
The grey stallion fixed a dark eye on his twolegger as she removed saddle, blanket and bridle from him and hung them on a nearby low branch.
"Alright... Go on." She said softly, rubbing his neck and then pushing him off toward the clearing. She smiled as he leapt away, bucking and snorting like a young colt. "Stay out of trouble, Sibalto...."
She smiled and turned away, setting out for her walk with a happy heart.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 3:13 pm
Miri certainly hadn't expected this.
Pale hazel eyes were squinted, hot tears springing from them as she stepped out of the dark teepee in which she lived, not expecting the ocean by which she resided to be reflecting the sun so forcefully. Turning away, the dainty mare stood for a moment, letting her eyes adjust to the light before pressing on, slender legs picking up a spirited trot, then pressing into a steady canter, strides growing ever longer, muscles that had been stiff from sleep relaxing and stretching, carrying the bay father into the forest. Curly brown and black hair blew out behind her, a leaf stuck here and there as she dashed abou the trees. How lovely it felt, just to run.
That was, until she spotted another horse. Slowing quickly, she stood at the edge of a clearing, watching as the stallion passed her, her small ears pricked with interest.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 2:24 pm
Sibalto exploded into action, strong legs carrying him away from his pale two-legger and into the warm, sun-lit clearing. The grass was an emerald ocean struck into movement beneath the fury of his hooves, the gravel and dirt flinging wide as he slid and stomped over it. Skidding to a halt he reared and bellowed a challenge to the sun, legs pawing the air, reaching toward the fiery orb as though he would strike it down.
Gods it felt good to be free!
He dropped to the ground and looked around, a satisfied smile on his face as his mane and forelock whipped around him. The silver, onyz, and snow-white strands hissed and frothed over his silver neck, tickled his face... He snorted and shook his head, leaping into a run so his long tail bannered behind him.
Swerving in tight turns and prancing, performing intricate moves such as piaffes, corbettes and caprioles, he was all action and wildness until the scent of a strange mare met his nostrils.
He skidded to a stop looking up at her, and pawed the ground, great muscles glistening beneath his silken coat.
"Greetings." He rumbled in a deep, kind voice.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 5:20 pm
My my, what a show this stallion displayed.
Standing silently, Miri watched the unknown stallion, small smile tugging at her lips as he preformed so whole-heartedly, unaware of her. She had yet to ever see such elegant moves preformed with such outright, wildfire like passion, and to be honest, it was quite the sight. She almost spoke up, not wanting to startle him, but something kept her from it. Maybe it was his wild dance, his energy, that made it seem as if she even just uttered a word, the spell would be broken. He would just disappear, as if she had imagined him.
Tossing her head impatiently, irritated at the curly tendrils that were screening her vision, she was quite surprised when she saw him stop. Was the show over?
A smile slipped onto her face as he looked over at her, and she nodded her head respectfully.
"Greetings. I didn't mean to bother you, I just couldn't help but watch. You looked.. I hope I'm not being too forward, but you looked amazing."
She blushed slightly, not used to saying such things to strangers.
"My name is Miri. Who might you be?"
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 5:34 pm
He smiled, rumbling in a bashful and pleased manner... He bobbed his head, pacing up toward her. She had watched? She... Had liked it?
"Coltish foolishness..." He rumbled, though his face showed he was pleased. "The lady is far too kind... Miri? It is a pleasure to see you, I am Sibalto... A Stallion from across the sea..."
His heart was still lusting for release of energy. He wanted to dance, to soar, to leap and dive and fight and run. He wanted to teach others, to hear their hooves rumbling and thundering in time with his own. He missed the school of horses he had been born in. Missed the dances.
"I am glad the Lady enjoyed it." He continued. "I would be delighted to perfrom again, should the lady wish it...."
When he danced it didn't matter if anyone watched, or no one did. He danced for himself, for the energy within him bursting to be free... For the wind in his mane and the grass beneath his hooves.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 9:53 am
A soft, muscial laugh escaped her. "Nothing wrong with a little 'foolishness'. And it is a pleasure to meet you aswell, Sibalto. Across the seas, you say? How interesting. I've not met many from across the sea."
She smiled, shifting about as if his energy was contagious, bouncing from him to her to the sky, the plants, everything. Flicking her tail once, twice, again, she nodded her head. "I enjoyed it very much. You made it all look so graceful, effortless. The lady would be overjoyed if the gentleman would preform again." She smiled, brown eyes glittering brightly, quite excited to see him dance again.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 3:04 pm
Sibalto chuckled and shrugged. "Many? Nay Lady, I fear there are very few of us here... Maybe four... In truth, I have not seen them since we left the ships... No matter..."
"I would gladly dance for you again Lady Miri." He gave a bow, then piroutted away from her.
The emerald grass swayed in the stiff breeze that kicked up, tugging at his mane and tail. He bowed his head and drew a great breath, stilling all the thoughts rushing through his mind. Another deep breath, and he lifted his head, arching his neck and beginning to dance again.
A steady trot in place, the beats soft and rythmic set up the base notes of his dance. The swish of his stail hissed a counterbeat and his soft breaths quickened. His trot wound into a circle, where he switched his lead every other step so he appeared to be nearly skipping. The trot sped to a canter, winding two full circles before he halfpassed to the right.
As thought lightening had struck him he leapt into his wild actions again. Bounding, Rearing, Leaping and Prancing in circles, lashing at the sky and kicking up his heels. He reared and walked on his hind legs, spun and leapt into the air, kicking his hind legs out at the apex of the leap and retuning to earth once again.
There was joy and rage in this dance, love and hate. He simply danced with all he was, all he could be.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 1:37 pm
Only four? How lonesome he must be, not having anyone to talk about the days before he crossed the seas to come. It wasn't quite the same, she imagined, to talk to the natives as opposed to the others that came with him. Ah well, she'd just have to remain open-minded and try and make him feel as comfortable as possible in the current surroundings.
Hazel eyes were unable to look away as the stallion danced. She was transfixed, watching the emotional dance, the twists and turns that seemed to tell his story, of the anger and the love throughout his life.
Just watching it made her want to dance aswell. Her heart fluttered in it's cage like a bird, eager to let go of her emotions, just like he did.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 1:57 pm
Sibalto came back to himself enough to dance over to Miri, to nose her neck, invite her into the dance. It didn't matter if she'd never done it before... If she had never heard of the great school... Never learned to dance... Part of it was dancing as you wished...
Dancing as you felt...
He nosed her again and pranced away from her, his dance beginning again... He remained chained to the earth for the moment, but would soar soon enough... Someone to dance with!
'Dance with me...'
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 2:03 pm
His invitation surprised her. Dance? Her? She hesitated, unsure at first. She had never danced before.. Not like him. He looked so elegant, so sure of himself. She'd probably look like a pigeon, him a peacock. But still, the dance was so alluring, so inviting..
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 8:28 am
Sibalto grinned and nodded, returning to his slow, easy, in-place trot. Something she could quickly learn, if she only wanted to try... He slipped to a spanish walk, lifting his forelegs high and prancing around for a few moments, then returned to trotting in place. "Come Lady Miri, try?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 12:49 pm
"...Very well. But no laughing at my lack of coordination!"
She smiled shyly, earth-hued eyes glancing at him for a moment, then out to the vast expanse of land before her. Elegant legs began dancing, first a simple trot, then a canter. Curly tresses fluttered behind her, black and brown banner as she went along in her simple, delicate dance.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 12:56 pm
Sibalto nodded in agreement, though he privately argued with her. One couldn't be uncordinated, just untrained.. If she could trot, she could do at least a simple dance. As it turned out, he didn't need to argue with her, as she began to prove that to herself.
He shadowed her movements, his trot slower, keeping him at her heels. Slowly he drew even with her and they danced as one, the canter an easy speed to perform figure eights and great circles. "And the lady thought she could not dance."
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