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&& i never knew l o v e ;;; open
Topic Started: Aug 5 2012, 07:57 PM (69 Views)
Rival Aug 5 2012, 07:57 PM Post #1
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sweet dreams && flying machines in pieces on the ground.
 It had taken the bay warmblood mare a considerable amount of time to find this place, especially considering she'd never been here before and that she is now completely blind. At almost fourteen years of age, she'd been blind for at least eight years now, but she'd never been outside of Serpent's Province throughout that time frame save for an instance or two. In fact, she'd been traded to Chronic at the raw age of four years old, so she'd not experienced much aside from the things she'd witnessed there. Needless to say, the mare had seen plenty in her life. She'd had to take her time coming her and her nerves were rather shot from it all. She'd managed to accidently shed about fifty pounds making the trek, so while she'd never been a very muscular mare she might look a bit more like an Akhal Teke than a warmblood at this point. Well, probably not quite that dramatic of a difference, but she could tell the difference in herself. She'd realized she'd arrived when the scents of so many horses had begun to muddle together, and had immediately relaxed and licked her lips with relief. Admittedly she wasn't too keen on socializing with a bunch of horses she couldn't see, but she couldn't just sit in the Province alone while everyone was in turmoil over Viral disappearing yet again. She'd spent her entire life raising her daughter only to see her disappear along with her sire, and now that she'd finally been able to overcome Viral killing her arranged love and give him a foal, he had disappeared with the youngster in tow.

The bay warmblood is heartbroken, every inch of her feminine body never having felt deeply loved or appreciated much at all. She isn't without pride, though; she knows she is valuable and that she could destroy a stallion with information or mind games, but it simply wasn't her first instinct to do so. It never had been. Growing slowly blind had given her an appreciation for live and living that most Darks didn't experience, so she is a different sort of animal altogether.

The pretty bay parks her weary body beneath the shade of a large tree - its type she cannot tell by sight, but by the smell she knows it to be a maple tree. She could sometimes bring a flicker of an image to her mind of how they look; so large and wide with their pointed and elegant leaves which turned so many brilliant shades in Autumn. She leans against it, letting her head and neck droop as well as one side of her brown hindquarters. Her tail switches habitually, adjusting to the extreme heat which prevails in the territory along with the onslaught of pests. Being a largely glacial continent, the Southern Mainland was the only type of place she was used to. The temperatures here were tropical in comparison for her.

She sweats lightly, just in the most typical places, and her lashes flutter over milky eyes as she begins to doze. Her stringy forelock is spread across the narrow white stripe which runs down her face, black rimmed ears swiveling to listen at the rustling and things of the animals nearest her. She had wildly adept hearing and a wicked sense of smell thanks to her loss of vision, so it was near impossible for a horse to sneak up on her at this point. Granted she knew nothing of the terrain here, but now that she was still and felt safe she knew no one would catch her unaware.
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`d e p p Aug 8 2012, 02:19 PM Post #2
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I think everybody's nuts.
 ooc: i know i probably shouldn't do this, but i couldn't resist; i thought it'd be an interesting interaction haha<3
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"keep your feet on the ground
when your head's in the clouds."
The slender Anglo Arabian walks through a green meadow, the ground much like a roiling emerald sea as the grass ripples in the gentle breeze. The ground is soft beneath her hooves, muting any sounds that she might have made, but the moist soil cannot withhold everything. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a pair of love birds bursts from the blue velvet of the sky, their small bodies a blur as they circle each other in the air, performing a magnificent aerial dance. They catch the mare’s attention, and her brown eyes glance upwards as she watches their airborne ballet, her fluted ears perking in expectation. Sure enough, their song resonates through the crisp air, and the beautiful notes are carried on the cool breezes that caress the chestnut’s willowy figure. The melody is whispered sweetly into her ears, echoing in her mind, consuming her soul with the gorgeousness of the sound. A delightful smile curls the mare’s lips as her amber gaze follows the two birds.

The pair lands on a large maple tree that suddenly stands in the center of the meadow, its lush branches stretching proudly for its small guests as they land within its thick boughs. Keeping her attention fixed on the two love birds, the Anglo Arabian saunters closer to the large tree, her tulip-shaped ears rotating as she absorbs the sounds that reverberate around her. A small twig snaps beneath the weight of her hoof, the gentle rustling of the tree’s leaves as they flutter in the soft wind, the pretty song of the birds, the fresh rhythm of air running through her lungs—it is all so amazingly beautiful to the mare. She cannot remember being as happy as she is now, encircled by the spectacular sounds of her environment; natural and beautiful, they are all she needs to feel contentment. A blissful sigh coils her pale nostrils and her slender shoulders heave as she exhales, red lids closing slowly over her eyes as she soaks in her rare moment of serenity.

Completeness.

Red lids fly back to reveal the world. Aeon blinks to shield her brown eyes from the intensity of Prime’s summer rays, the soft skin on the bridge of her nose wrinkling as she draws her blazed head back from the soft ground. She is disoriented, but the harshness of reality soon sinks in. Silence—her real world is silent, void of any noise or voice, cruelly leeched of any verbal expression. The chestnut mare is tempted to remain in her current position, curled up and lying on the grass-covered ground, but she knows that she cannot hide from the brutal truth for long; sooner or later, her consciousness will catch up with her. A heavy, burdened sigh rolls from her shoulders, and the vibration through her air passages seems to emphasize the sad throbbing of her heart. Thrusting her slender legs out from under her, the red mare heaves herself into a standing position, taking a brief moment to shake any debris that might’ve managed to cling to her hide. Amber eyes give another somber glance at what surrounds her before Aeon begins to saunter forward, her smooth gait simple and unhurried.

At just over twelve years of age, the Anglo Arabian is not the spritely young vixen that she once was, but there is still an elegant beauty that refines her figure. The poise of her mother and the dignity of her father have given her an athletically delicate frame, one with both daintiness and strength. Her long legs carry her with an easy grace, and her slim neck is arched as her slightly dished head hangs level with her willowy shoulders, the flaxen tresses of her forelock parting evenly against her brown eyes. It is a wonder that such a beauty is still alone after so long, but it is what is unseen that drives most away from her. Being deaf, the majority of individuals that she comes across don’t want to take the time to communicate with Aeon, as frustrated as they become with her broken words and requirement of slow speaking. It is something that she has become accustomed to now.

The red chestnut maiden isn’t looking for anything particular as she wanders through the Gathering grounds, her fluted ears slowly rotating and auburn gaze lazily searching for anything that might pique her interest. Aeon is not as timid and as easily frightened as she has been in the past. Though it saddens her greatly, she has eventually adapted to the silence of her world—she had to, after being completely deaf for nine years. Another cheerless sigh parts her lips as the mare’s pretty features droop in depression, and her sauntering gait halts as something catches her eye. Two love birds dance together in the sky, intertwining and playing with one another, and their beaks are parted in what Aeon is sure to be a breathtaking song. She closes her eyes momentarily, envisioning her perfect dream. When red lids open, the Anglo Arabian follows their flight, but she already knows where it will end—in a large maple tree, standing proud amidst the sea of grass.

However, there is something different in this picture, something that was not in her dream (other than the fact that she can’t hear anything). A lone mare stands beneath the pompous boughs of the tree, her posture one of invited leisure. Aeon hesitates for a moment before she alters her course in the stranger’s direction, her tulip-shaped ears perked forward out of habit. “Hello.” She says as she draws to a halt a respectable distance from the brown maiden, long blonde strands flicking once around her shapely flanks. “My name Aeon.” Her tone is intelligent, if not the slightest bit hollow, and the only real difference between her voice and those of the hearing is her broken language—something that couldn’t be helped now. Aeon waits for the mare to respond, her amber eyes trained on the familiar part of every individual’s features.
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Rival Aug 11 2012, 12:21 PM Post #3
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sweet dreams && flying machines in pieces on the ground.
 The blind mare had heard and smelled the other female not too long before the mare had decided to come over, but had simply chosen not to respond at first. The stranger's slow pace told Sialan that she was no real danger for the time being, but when the hoof falls slowed and hesitated, the brown warmblood lifted her head just a little to keep an ear pricked carefully upon the unknown horse's location. After a few moments, the stranger's hoof beats redirected and her scent became stronger, so Sialan brought her weight away from the tree and pivoted forward a bit so as not to be perpendicular to the stranger. Black lined ears are trained sharply forward, nostrils flaring slowly as she deeply inhales the stranger's scent when she nears. Her milky eyes are possibly not completely noticeable beneath her slightly splayed ample forelock, black tail flicking about her rump from time to time.

In a moment a feminine voice rings out, not terribly close, but close enough to be cordial. The tone seems friendly, but the words are slightly disjointed. Immediately Sialan deduces that Aeon isn't one hundred percent sound in some way or another, so her guard immediately lowers a bit. There were no males nearby, so Sialan felt confident that this disabled mare wasn't being used to get to her. The bay mare takes two or three steps forward to decrease the gap just slightly, striped face bobbing in acceptance of Aeon's words. "Hello." she says evenly, willing to let her guard down but not to simply delve into a conversation with a stranger in any case. "I am Sialan." she says, offering a small toothless smile as she says so. "Are you alone here?" she asks, curious. She is naturally a nurturer, and so the assumption that the other mare was potentially mentally disabled bothered her. Why didn't the other mare have someone accompanying her? Taking care of her? Granted Sialan had no escort, but Sialan wasn't disabled to that extreme. Obviously Aeon isn't really mentally disabled, but being blind could only give the bay mare so many routes to take as far as assumption went. Her ears are trained on Aeon, waiting patiently for her response.

ooc: lol xD well if aeon can read lips it really all works out : P haha! now if they were mute and blind then we'd have a problem.
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