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Make you feel my love {<3}; Evangelik <3 Light Lusitano Mare
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Topic Started: May 31 2013, 02:48 AM (453 Views)
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Bibliobibuli
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May 31 2013, 02:48 AM
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 To the heart of the art of the soul Where the tears and the fears make us whole Let the canvas reveal The pain as it heals In the heart of the art of the soul
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With high hopes the alabaster mare continued her maiden voyage. Many perceived the homeless grounds as a place where independence went to die, where strong willed mares go soft, where dreams were scrutinized and flat promises made. For Evangelik she waited for this day her entire life so far. She just barely avoided being traded by her father, though his intentions were well. In a tragic turn of events the pre disclosed home fell through and she was presented with the decision to make on her own.
In this cold, glaciated land with pallid snow covered meadows and frosted trees, one really had to look hard to notice the youthful figure of the equally snowy mare. Her pelt and tresses were so purely greyed out that she was the perfect picture of an ice queen. Luckily besides her screamingly ice colored exterior, nothing but a warm heart engined this mare's intentions. Even though young, the Lusitano mare had a leveled head on her shoulders and valued old fashioned criterias of life.
In a flowy stride, mimicking the movement of a proud flag in the wind, the naturally graceful mare searched for a spot to settle, somewhere out of the whirling winds. After crossing the open meadow Evangelik took shelter on the opposite side of a cluster of large, various bare trees. Though part of her was hidden from site in the open meadow, the backdrop of brown behind her made her easier to spot, which would be beneficial of prospective bachelors. It had been a long journey here. Her stomach rumbled with hunger, throat slightly parched and her muscles a bit weary from covering so much terrain. In a moment of seeking comfort she allowed her form to lean on the nearest tree, almond brown eyes explored her surroundings as a single reassuring sigh was exhaled.
| | Mare. Lusitano . Grey . 16hh . Light . 3 years . Homeless |
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Jun 1 2013, 08:11 AM
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The proud stallion trotted tranquilly into the common grounds for a number of times Mairon has lost track of by now. He had no factual animosity for these grounds granting it had given him almost a good chance of claiming each time he bothered to “woo” a mare, Mairon gathered he had been doing well since he currently has five mares residing in Imperial Point although one; Cybil, is missing and has been for half a year now. The impetuous stallion made no endeavour to go searching for the mare, he figured Cybil would turn up when she felt like it and by now the stallion has lost his confidence in the mare. If she decided to show up though, Mairon would be dealing with Cybil with stricter rules than the other mares unless she has a valid reason to leave his herd.
The common grounds were well and truly blessed with a pallid and crumbly blanket of snow, meaning temperatures around here were rather invigorating compared to Imperial Point which Mairon found to be slightly less cold than here. His sleek dappled buckskin coat was now thick and enclosed with tiny snowflakes, Mairon almost looked like he was of a warlander breeding but he was far from that and slightly more leaner. He breathed in a composed gust of air and inhaled long into his lungs before exhaling with a condensed puff of chilly smolder around his murky nostrils. The stallion’s dark chocolate eyelets focused on a figure in the nearby distance, a slim frame that stood out from the brown background it stood in front of. The figure almost blended in with the snowy blanket so he was unsure whether the figure was actually equine or not. Neverthless, the gratified stallion turned in the direction of the vivid figure.
His gait was still the tranquil trotting gait as before once he entered the common grounds, he pointed his stalwart head towards his strapping chest muscles, forming a half arch with his neck, letting his black dreads fall over his face; almost giving off a mystifying vibe. With each stride Mairon took, his obscure hooves sunk acutely into the blanket of snow, leaving a track of his hooves. The breezy air around him whistled through his ears and a few diminutive snowflakes fell on the top of his eyelashes.
Once he was in closer range of the white figure, Mairon could now tell that this pallid figure was in fact a mare that appeared to be waiting, assuming it was his right to approach the mare. Mairon made a distinctive snort to make sure his approach was clear enough now, almost instanteously the sinewy stallion came to a halt, standing just a few metres from the mare. For a brief moment, he held his firm gaze upon her before he dipped his head towards her in a greeting manner, “a pleasant view from here, don’t you think?” He wasn’t expecting his rhetorical question to be answered by the striking and pallid mare. Mairon paused and a pressing grin grew towards the sides of his mouth, “I’m Mairon by the way” his tone melodious yet a strong demand came from behind his words, not so demanding one would say, but a robust and convincing male tone. Once more, Mairon fell silent and he waited patiently for the mare’s reaction.
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Jun 3 2013, 10:36 PM
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i've not yet begun to defile myself.
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| THAMESa leopard cannot change its spots |
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The brindled stallion walks the length of the coast line, taking care not to trod on the sand. He wasn't exactly in the mood to deal with having his hooves be sucked in the grainy substance. The Arabian Hybrid was not as young as he once was. His hide was still a pale gray, looking almost white in winter, covered in rose gray brindling. He had mares now, and children. He hardly saw them, and the stallion sought to change that. His bright blue optics roved over the amount of snow here. It was pleasant, no deep snow yet, but the worst was yet to come. The Arabian turns what he deems to be a corner and observes a buckskin male approaching another. A mare of course. This was Homeless after all. The brindle approached, head high and ears pricked in curiosity.
A smile rests on his dove gray lips. "Hello. My name is Thames." The brindle nods in greeting to either of them. His blue eyes rest on the pale maiden and then seek to meet her own gaze. "What is the lady's name, if I might inquire?" His smile widens, crinkles appearing around his pale eyes. Thames was of the sweeter sort. He sought the happiness and well-being of his mares and the bright futures of his children. His eldest son was an example of that, having claimed Cleric's Realm. Thames missed the cherry bay boy, but all was for the best. | | arabian hybrid . white w/ rose gray brindling . blue eyes . 15.3hh . neutral . covenant x sentiao . holy track |
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Jun 6 2013, 02:29 AM
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Icarus can feel the slow, labored pulse of the planet beneath his hooves. Kormada slumbers peacefully beneath a blanket of winter frost and snow. Seasons have changed, as they always do, stealing the leaves of autumn and the green from the grasses. Winter’s breath stirs the muddled, ever changing scents before they evaporate into nothingness. Icarus steals glimpses of the comings and goings of the Homeless. He rests with the stoic, naked trees, silently waiting, as he always does.
He does not see her at first. Her coat is so pure that she is lost with the freshly driven snow. Not until a stallion makes his eager approach does Icarus hone in on the pale mare. Another stallion comes.
The silence is broken.
Icarus is coaxed nearer by the whiteness of her skin, the austerity of any flaw. He moves nearly as silently as the soft snowfall, his breath distorting his line of sight in even intervals before dissipating into nothingness. He joins the others with a curt nod before turning his attention to the young alabaster mare. He bows, nearly lowering himself completely to one knee (keeping a wary eye on Mairon and Thames). “My name is Icarus.” He says to the mare as he rises once more. Loose snowflakes fall from his wavy, dark mane, finally completing their descent to the ground. His face is stoic, kingly even. Somehow he manages a small, gentle smile.
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Jun 6 2013, 02:38 PM
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WELL SWEET MOTHER TERESA ON THE HOOD OF A MERCEDES BENZ
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| i've been watching, i've been waiting, i've been living for tomorrow |
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| It is his first time here. The delicate folds of his nostrils flare like fresh linen, absorbing the many different equine smells. Everything is a little terrifying. He has dreamed about coming here and living up to his sire’s expectations, but it all seems so daunting now. His father had made it quite clear that there was no pressure on him, but he felt the need to impress. To make his parents happy. He is the jewel of his mother’s eye and he knows she will be the first to step in if he has troubles. He feels grateful for their lessons. His father had let him shadow him, observing how the older stallion patrolled his small kingdom, watching the weather patterns and the habits of the other animals that reside in their home, for any kind of warning of danger. He has listened to stories of his family, how his sire found the valley and made it their own. They are the only family that have lived there and Rasmus must keep it that way. He would preserve it’s beauty and tranquillity for those of the Light race.
He wonders whether it shows that he is new to this. His silver bay coat still glimmers in the winter sun as he strides along, unfazed by the cold. His home is always laden with snow, this is light weather for him. His mother always tells him he is very handsome, but he knows that good looks will not sway an equine’s judgement of him. So far he has only his brothers to compare with, and they are all so vividly coloured and spotted he feels like the odd one out, with only a snowcap to their marked forms. But he has eyes that seem to turn silver in the sun, and although he is not the tallest out of them, he is quick and nimble. But it worries him that he will be plain in comparison to other stallions, and that the mares won’t even look in his direction. Rasmus has always been taught to be strong, and proud of who he is, but everyone has self-appreciation issues.
He spots an equine some way off, and pivets in his direction. His eyes, almost liquid silver narrow as he watches the stranger make off towards something. He moves forwards, the scene slowly materialising in front of him as he picks up a dusky trot. Beads of snow cling to his ragged feathers as he nears the small group, slowly falling to a stop beside the other suitors. The latest arrival, dubbing himself as Icarus, bows before the maiden, and Rasmus hesitates, before copying his actions. He isn’t sure whether it is necessary but it is always best to do so just in case she takes to that kind of chivalry. It also seems to be the done thing to say their names, so his deep voice stumbles out onto the crisp winter air. “I’m Rasmus.” He says, hoping that would be sufficient.
Rasmus studies the mare first. She certainly is very pretty and unlike any of the mares he had grown up around. She is tall and pale, but radiantly so. She is the kind of mare that looks beautiful on the inside as well, and the sort that he hopes he would have in his herd one day. But still, he mustn’t get ahead of himself. He glances to his left and right, quickly observing the other three stallions who had also seen the mare. They were all very different, but it is unclear as of yet what type the lady might fancy. All he can simply do is wait and hope.
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Jun 12 2013, 09:27 PM
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 To the heart of the art of the soul Where the tears and the fears make us whole Let the canvas reveal The pain as it heals In the heart of the art of the soul
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The Lusitano mare remained silent, her sleek frame still remained perched against the tree. Evangelik had no idea what to expect to come from this rendezvous, ideally she would be off to a home with a grounded stallion. All the alabaster mare wished to accomplish was for a quiet, safe home, one with a stallion that might accept her for her kind ways instead of label her as naive. She was young, and had a lot left to learn in life, there was no denying that. She was brought up to be the kind and gentle soul she was, it wasn't a cloak she was hiding out behind in fear of being herself, this was the real Evangelik.
It wasn't long before the first stallion approached, she saw him long before he saw her. Once he was able to pick her out from the winter background he approached quickly. The buckskin stallion mentioned the pleasantry of the view that surrounded them. Evangelik nodded in agreement, the mare had always loved the crisp beauty of the winter months. Next he introduced himself, and a sweet grin appeared on the mare's lips. "Hello Mairon, it is nice to meet you." Her tone was as sweet as her smile, but before the mare could continue with returning her name to the kind stallion another approached. Just as she had done for Mairon, Evangelik offered a soft smile. He introduced himself as well, and asked for her name.
As if some sort of clockwork the mare's thoughts were silenced before transmitting a single word to the stallions by another approaching. At this point, the Lusitano was surprised at the amount of attention she acquired, as well as the amount of stallions that were able to see her. Though she reckoned the buckskin and the brindle helped give away her location. The newest arrival took the time to bow, which warmed the young mare's heart of her father. While an unnecessary approach to the informal greeting, it was appreciated to see such chivalry was alive outside of her homeland.
Though not expected of the female, she offered a return bow. "Hello Icarus." She had learned better by now to try to continue her speech, and took a look around for other stallions. One other was making his approach, and Evangelik had hoped it was the last. This was certainly more attention that what she was used to, and she wanted to get to know all of them on a good level before choosing, anymore would be over bearing and nearly impossible to evaluate possible suitors. Nonetheless, any anxiety that was balling up in the pit of her stomach was silenced by the time it got to her facade. Though young, and almost too nice for her own good, Evangelik was not one to allow herself to appear weak.
The silver bay approaching seemed just as friendly as the others, and the sweet smile she was notorious for crept back up onto her kissers. He introduced himself as Rasmus. She could see it in his eyes he had every much of good intentions as the others, and was perhaps as new at this as she was. She was quick to speak after he had finished, wanting to get the ball rolling before another approached. "Hello everyone, sorry to sound informal but I wish to speak before this all becomes overwhelming with another addition to the conversation. My name is Evangelik, of the light alliance. This is my first, and hopefully last, endeavor in the homeless. My intentions of today is to pick the stallion that I feel will offer a forever home in return for my loyalty and sometimes coddling nurturing personality." A light chuckle emerges when she is done speaking, seemingly laughing at herself. She had to be honest, when she cared about someone she could almost care too much.
"If you don't find the latter trait an issue, please indulge me in some information of your land, herd, and most importantly about yourself." Her tone was upbeat and cheeky, it was an exciting day for the mare, and she couldn't help but allow that to show in her voice. Ghostly ears perked forward, warm and energetic russet eyes scanned over each suitor. Inwardly she was already dreading having to pick, she never was one who enjoyed disappointing anyone, but it was a right of passage that came to every mare.
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Jun 26 2013, 03:06 PM
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ooc: Bump. If no replies in 48 hours I'm just going to choose as if this were QC. With the exception of Kay's Rasmus, since he has claimed a different mare of mine.
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Jun 28 2013, 01:21 AM
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Kormada is still, most of the crisp winter snow undisturbed. There is beauty in the unsullied blanket of white that swaddles the surface of the Homeless. She is not unlike the virgin snow, delicately placed, spun like the spider’s gossamer web. She is white lace laid upon island tan skin. She is unlike the mares that frequent the Homeless, Icarus knows. So he can barely suppress the urge to shoulder his way through the group of suitors and answer her questions first, but he decides it might be best to wait his turn.
He is not so new at the courting game, but that is not to say he is particularly good at it. His facial features are perhaps a little too hard (weathered and riddled with his rotting past), his tone a little too grim. Years before now Icarus would have been no different than Rasmus, inexperienced and charming. That was before he had walked the path of an executioner..... something he chooses not to speak of freely.
His endless, morose eyes are haunted and alluring. They look to Mairon and then to Thames, but when neither of them offer a response to the pale mare his gaze returns to her. She is beautiful after all, more so than the stallions at his side.
“I am also of the Light alliance, lady.” He says with a hint of pride sneaking through his stoic features. “I seek to win the land The Weeping Towers upon the battlegrounds.” he says “There is no other land fit for a maiden such as yourself.” He adds as if he were to win the land for her. Perhaps it was all for her.
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Bibliobibuli
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Jul 2 2013, 08:00 PM
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Gonna send Eva with Icarus!
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