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Nov 4 2013, 08:37 PM
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Grenadine, sunshine, Can it fade inside of mine? |
Daphne wandered into the all too familiar homeless grounds. She had been wandering all winter since her previous stallion had disappeared for nearly a year. She blew a soft puff of air out of her nostrils and headed towards a patch of sunlight. Her mane had grown so long, her forelock hiding her soft brown eyes behind it. She had grown so tired of traveling, of being homeless. She didn't care any longer if a stallion claimed her and had no care for her in the world. She just wanted a home. For too long she had longed to be a stallion's special mare, but always she had somehow found herself homeless year after year. She was so young, and had lost so much hope. Daphne lowered her head towards the grass, inhaling the sweet scent of spring. She circled the patch for a moment before she finally bent her knees and laid down. She lowered her head into the grass, shaking her forelock out of her eyes. She had paid no attention to the other stallions in the homeless grounds. She didn't care any longer. Perhaps there was something terribly wrong with her that made her so unwanted in the other herds, or perhaps she was cursed. She didn't know, but it was all she could ever think about.
The mare's soft brown eyes stared at the few small flowers sprouting from the ground. They were so beautiful. Another sigh escaped her lips as she finally looked up, scanning the surrounding area. She had placed herself a bit out of the way of the other horses, many of which were trying to gain the attention of any stallion they could. But Daphne had given up that approach. She wasn't very good at getting the attention of others. She was more of a quiet mare. Her eyes had moved from the others up to the sky, watching the clouds roll by. If there was anything that made her happy beside the company of a stallion, it was the sky. It was silly, but she had spent so much time alone, nature was the other thing that she found herself fond of. She flicked her tail so that it moved to her side, splaying out across the surrounding area. She tucked her legs under her body as her eyes gazed towards the sky, paying no attention to what was going on around her.
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madie
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Nov 4 2013, 09:30 PM
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Spring lures him from his homeland, although it seems he had only just returned - through bitter cold and rolling ocean waves. He does not intend to stay away so long this time, for spring in the enemy of any herd stallion. Often during his journey to the Homeless lands he looks back with a somber worry in his deep brown eyes, yet still reluctantly moves forward. There is no more likely a place for bachelor stallions to infest than the homeless. Perhaps, Icarus’ home will be spared for a few more days.
He enjoys traveling, the spring time rains that soak deep into the ground, the briny ocean water upon his skin. His journeys have kept his daft type body lean and trim, even in winter’s withering cold. Dreamscapes had sustained both he and Evangelik before their long journey back to the Towers. A few days rest and a few blades of new spring foliage and Icarus found himself feeling as cooped up as a rat in a cage. The Homeless, however, lay before him now as he pulls his body from the ocean.
The water dries quickly in Prime’s midday rays, leaving traces of salt upon his skin and deep within his wavy mane. His dark winter coat is beginning to shed, but still he sweats along the sides of his powerful neck. His scent can be nothing less than bold and masculine (salty and brutish). Hers, however, is of infantile blossoms and sweet slumber. She is easily found in a patch of sunshine, just as the many new grasses and white flower buds.
“Hello, lady.” He says, careful not to block the warm primelight that she basks in, though looming over her like the Towers of his homeland. He smiles at her youth, her naive antics, and he tries to think back to when he was so carefree, but he cannot. Still, he wishes he could feel her contentedness in that little patch of light. “May I join you?” he asks, his deep brown eyes seeking hers. icarus;
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Dinkleberg
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Nov 4 2013, 09:52 PM
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Grenadine, sunshine, Can it fade inside of mine? | Daphne
Daphne's ears pricked forward at the sound of approaching hooves. She hadn't thought that someone would approach her so quickly, seeing as she had made herself a bit distant from the other's. "Um, of course you can." Daphne's voice was as soft as her eyes, though behind both there was a hint of sadness. She shifted a bit, trying to make room for the stallion without having to stand up. Her eyes softened as she looked down towards the wild flowers there were pushing through the spring soil, the mare's forelock threatening to hide her eyes from him. Daphne inhaled, though paused for a moment, looking back towards him, examining him for a brief moment before she looked away. She had never encountered a stallion who was like him. The first stallion who had taken her in was very distant and smelled nothing like him. Didn't have the masculinity about him that this stallion did. Daphne shook her head, shaking the bits of grass and leaves from her mane, trying to make herself as presentable for the stallion as she could. After all, she needed a home. She couldn't keep living on her own like this. She had already gotten a lovely scar on one of her legs that she was trying so hard to hide. She didn't want a stallion to think she would be a burden on them.
"My name is Daphne, it's nice to meet you..." Daphne smiled softly, her voice staying soft delicate, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment before she looked away again. She silently cursed herself for being so silly. There was no need to act like a filly here. He was just looking for another mare for his herd, and all she needed was a home. She had thought for sure that she would find a stallion she could mean something to in her last herd, but he had disappeared, as did the other mare in her herd. She left the place once she realized she was alone and wandered across Kormada, trying to find another herd. Once winter hit she tried to stay in sheltered areas until spring, when she found herself here.
Her golden coat shone in the sunshine, her winter coat was mostly gone now, unlike the stallion who was now beside her. Did he live in a colder area? Or perhaps winter hadn't ended as soon as it had where she had been staying, in a warmer area of Kormada, knowing that the winter would be shorter there than in the rest of the world. "May I ask your name?" Daphne tried to make sure that the didn't come off as rude, though she didn't want to be too pushy either. [/color] | Arabian . Palomino . 4 years old . brown colored eyes . 15.0hh . light . Homeless - Mother of - None . biography . |
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madie
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Nov 4 2013, 10:55 PM
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Prime’s rays play along his back, quelling the memories his skin harbored of winter’s aching bite. He smiles at her invitation, noting the shyness in her voice - like the fuzz from the cottonwood trees- the way her forelock veiled her eyes. She makes room for him to lay beside her, but he does not, merely shuffles a couple steps closer. He would stand sentry for her while she rested, and while his attention was on her, his ears still swiveled to catch the tell-tale sounds of predators. A mare basking in the sunshine is an easy target, but not with an imposing stallion by her side. He prefers things this way. He felt important, like through protecting little golden homeless mares he could redeem himself of his past (a past any Light would shirk from).
The day is too warm and beautiful for such somber, dark dwellings. She utters her name, and he forgets, if only for a moment, the way his mother and sister had died.
“Daphne…” He echoes, though his voice is much deeper and rugged than hers. “The pleasure is mine, lady fair.” He dips his head, his slightly convex profile defined only more so by Prime’s bright rays. “My name is Icarus.” He says gently, before his eyes return to their surroundings, searching for the threats therein. “Have you traveled far?” He asks, only because he had found her resting and he is curious. He looks down upon the little mare once more, his own forelock threatening to completely obscure his view.
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Nov 4 2013, 11:17 PM
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Grenadine, sunshine, Can it fade inside of mine? | Daphne
Daphne relaxed as Icarus stood beside her, feeling much more comfortable than she would have if he had laid down. It had been so long since she had a stallion stand beside her, protecting her. At least that's what she felt Icarus was doing, and she was happy with that thought. Her eyes softened a bit and she looked up at him. He towered over her, though she was also on the ground, she could only imagine he would still tower over her short stature. "I have...I have been traveling since last spring. The herd I was in was very small...It was just I and one other mare. The stallion and other mare disappeared, so after awhile I left, once I realized he would not be returning. I have been trying to stay sheltered for the winter...But I have been alone since last spring" The mare's voice trailed off at the end. She wasn't sad that she had lost the her herd, but she felt lonely at the thought. Perhaps this Icarus would be more promising. He already made her feel a safety she hadn't felt in so long.
Daphne let her eyes pull away from his and look towards the wooded area where Icarus kept his focus, for the most part. She tried to avoid those areas when it was dark, seeking them only during the rain, though she would stay close to the edge if she could during her day travels. They could be dangerous, but also safe. It was often a chance she wouldn't take, at least not alone. Daphne felt the breeze blow through her mane, bringing some of the leaves from the ground into her mane, getting tangled. She shook her neck a bit, trying to get them to fall out, though after a moment she gave up that attempt. She pushed herself up, standing before the stallion, revealing the rather large scar trailing down her leg. She turned her body a bit hoping that he hadn't had time to see it before she looked back at him, lifting her head up to meet his eyes with hers. "And you? You don't seem like the type of stallion who is running short of mares.." Daphne gave him a soft smile, his presence lifting her spirits in a way she hadn't felt since she had been young.
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Nov 11 2013, 01:53 AM
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Kormada is not the place it had once been when Icarus was a young colt. Back then their world was full of ambition and greed, overpopulated with Darks and the offspring of Chronic and Thane. There were never any Light herds worth mentioning, and while his dam was Light, she was a wanderer. His sire is but a vague, fleeting memory to him. Most of his young life was spent wandering the edges of the forests with his mother and twin sister - the halfway haze between the abysmal depths of the forest and the equally dangerous areas of complete exposure (where eyes search hungrily from their shadows). Icarus is always watching. because it is what he has done since the time he was a child at his mother's side. He had to protect, had to defend his dam and sister.
There is a loneliness in her voice that Icarus knows only too well. His eyes soften sympathetically, deep and dark, yet gleaming with light. “That is a long time for someone as pretty as you to be alone.” He says with the slightest trace of a flirtatious grin flickering across his muzzle, but it is gone quicker than it had appeared. He whisks his tail against the gnats and flies that have only just awoken from their winter cocoons and burrows - he is thankful that it is not quite Summer.
The little mare stands beside him, and while he does not see the scar that trails down her spindly leg, Icarus can sense her discomfort, however miniscule it was. He is far from perfect in appearance himself, and even moreso in mind. His neck and chest bare many nicks and scrapes where the fur has grown back darker than it should have. His mind is much the same, only with gaping pits of misery and despair from his past that he tries greatly to avoid (tiptoeing around the edges, trying not to fall in).
Kormada has changed, slowly slithering into slumber and leaving the herds to wither and fade. Chronic’s line no longer hold claim over Serpent’s Province, and The Faults are nothing to speak of in comparison to what they once were. Icarus had been one of the first of the Lights to venture into this slumbering world, but he was not the only one. For the first time in decades there came the appearance of the Light alliance, and while it is still weak and feeble, there seems promise. This is what drives Icarus.
He chuckles a little at Daphne’s worlds, amused that she would think him worthy of a large herd. “Oh no, Daphne. My land is far from full, but my ladies are kind and loyal.” Eva had waited for him for months in Dreamscapes for him to return from battle. Anael had waited in an empty land for him to come home with Eva. His herd may be miniscule, but that did not matter, they were his to protect. “Are you looking for a new home, lady?” He asks kindly, his eyes searching for hers.
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Nov 11 2013, 09:59 PM
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Grenadine, sunshine, Can it fade inside of mine? | Daphne
Daphne smiled at the stallion's words. She had never been called pretty by a stallion before. She lowered her head ever so slightly to hide the shine in her eyes with her forelock. This stallion had an effect on her she had not felt before. He made her feel important, not just like another mare. This had been the second time she had to travel to the homeless grounds to find a permanent home, and she hoped it would be the last time she had to come there. Daphne lifted her head back up and met his eyes with her own, a soft gleam in her eye as she smiled. "It's good that your mares are kind and loyal...That is what any stallion would want in his mares..."
That last bit wasn't so true, which she realized after saying so. Most stallions would just keep mares around for breeding purposes and expect them to be loyal. Anything else didn't matter so much as long as they produced offspring for him. This stallion seemed much different, she could tell, and most of all she could feel herself growing attached to him. As if he was reading her mind, he asked her if she was looking for a home. "Yes sir...I am" Daphne smiled a little shyly, hoping that this stallion would accept her. "It has been so long since I have had a home of my own, and even longer since I have known a stallion to pay any sort of attention to me. I would like most of all to have a home..."
Daphne lowered her head and looked down at the ground where the fresh spring grass was sprouting through the soft soil. She wondered what kind of place this stallion came from. Was it a land of plenty like the one she had come from before? It was a jungle like setting with no meadows, but it provided plenty of food and shelter. Or was it a desolate wasteland like some of the places she had traveled from. Either way she didn't care, as long as he was as kind as he was being now, and paid more attention to her than her previous claimer who had barely ever taken notice of her.
"Are you..Perhaps...Looking for another mare?" Daphne looked back up to Icarus and put on a soft smile, her voice showing her shyness to the question. It was a bold move on her part, though she hoped he wasn't the type of stallion to mind. She had come across many different kinds of stallions in her travels, some who would banish a mare for a question so bold, but others who didn't care what the mare had to say, so long as she provided him with offspring. "If you are, and...if you will have me...I would like to be the mare you are looking for..." Daphne lowered her head once more and pawed at the ground a bit, trying to keep her eyes away from his, fearful that his answer may be 'No'.
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