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| Kat. | Jul 28 2015, 02:18 PM Post #1 |
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![]() A r a b e s q u e "Descriptive quote about the character goes here!" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [justify=700] It had been many long years since she had subjected herself to the homeless grounds and the stallions that frequented there. It had been many years since she had met a kind stud that had offered her a home. He had been different than the others. Arabesque had been young and enamored with the thought of her own stallion but she she has failed to realize that evil had a place in the world along side love and romance. Before she had even made it half way to Aeson's home she had been separated from her brother and her world had been left in shambles. However now many years later she had come to terms with the evils she had been made witness to in the world. She was no longer a naive little filly with romantic dreams of loving the striped stallion. She knew now that not all love was reciprocated. Very few mares had been as fortunate as her mother Katani to be loved like she had been by her father. The family she had held close and so important was now scattered through out the land. Perhaps she could try and find them if only to make sure they were still alive. She missed her brother something fierce and refused to give up the hope that he was still alive. Relic had been a kind soul and the Kestral surely would not have been so cruel as to take him from this earth so soon. She has passed into the kind stallions territory a few miles back and now found herself under the Weeping Towers. They truly were beautiful and a sight to behold. She figured the striped stallion was some where near so she called out gently knowing her voice would carry. "Aeson!" Her tones were strong yet gentle. She hoped he had herd her call to him. She hoped that he would remember her. It had been many years since they last met. [/justify] . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Claimed by No One. 7 y/o - Silver Dapple w. Caramel Eyes - Anglo Arabian - 16.0hh - Katani x Roux Mother of None. |
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| `d e p p | Aug 29 2015, 04:17 AM Post #2 |
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![]() lines © LadyX-LT. [justify=450]LET ME OUT OF THIS DREAM I’m going to be a dad. The thought has not left me since the moment I found out. In fact, it just seems to be getting worse, stronger—pulsing in my head and throbbing in my ears until I could never hope to forget it. Not that I would want to forget it, completely at least, but sometimes it’d be nice to be able to step aside and not have to worry myself over one more thing. I’m excited, don’t get me wrong—ecstatic!—but terrified. Absolutely terrified. I stand on the beach by myself, wallowing shamelessly. I’m going to be a dad! ME! A DAD! It’s a whole lot to wrap my head around. So I am almost grateful for the distraction of the call. At first, I do not recognize the voice that cries my name, or the scent that the wind carries to me—but it is all vaguely familiar, sparking just enough interest to get me moving from where I stand. My legs are stiff at first, muscles rigid from the hours I must have spent standing at the beach, the sharp edges of my hooves dragging through the sands before I finally muster up enough energy for a half-hearted canter. I shake my mane out as I do so, allowing the cool autumn breeze to rake through my oddly-styled locks and kiss the warmth of my skin. Movement feels weird at first—I stumble a few times before finding my footing and settling into the length of my stride, maneuvering easily up the shoreline and through the woods, the familiar stranger leading me in the direction of the two Towers (a common beacon for travelers, as their heights can be seen for many miles in any direction). Fortunately, it does not require a great deal of brain work on my part to find my way across the territory. I have lived here for a while now, and have since become familiar with the terrain. My hooves find the appropriate path almost instinctively. Before long, the thick woods thin and eventually give way to the clearing of the Towers, and my brown eyes fall on a similarly brown mare that stands on their little rise. Recognition comes slowly—slower than usual I would like to think, considering my current state of mind—but eventually the pieces fit together amidst the chaos. “Hello,” I greet her as I come to an unceremonious halt, inclining my head stiffly and trying not to seem every bit the pathetic, torn-apart fool that I am. “Arabesque? It’s nice to see you again, what brings you here?” And then, almost as an afterthought, I remember some manners, “How have you fared? It’s been so long.” ;; aeson rowan x siason || ten || neutral [/justify] |
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