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Little Ghost; I'm the only one that sees you [Neutral]
Topic Started: Nov 10 2015, 10:06 PM (306 Views)
KyonKyon
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Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above


Light filtered through a canopy of greens above. Casting leaves to glow an emerald shade. Beneath the boughs of the tree lingered a visage of snow and obsidian. Among the spectrum of spring colors she stood out like a ghost. Contrasting the eager brightness of the world around her. Muzzle was lowered to the ground, lips parted and teeth nibbling at the sweet grass below. The occasional breeze wafted through, stirring mane and tail. All seemed well enough in the area. The smell of spring and the excited calls of nearby mares and stallions were common enough. Breeding season was here and she didn't expect many stallions to come around. Most would be with their mares during this busy season.

None the less she continued to graze. Wandering beneath the tree and letting the shade cool her backside. When the sound of hooves grew closer she'd lift her head. Light blue eyes danced across the area before settling back down to the earth below. Hooves would occasionally scrape at the ground below. Rooting some of the sweeter grasses up and chewing on them thoughtfully. Eventually she'd be forced to vacate that delightful shade when the grass began to run out. Stepping out into the sunlight seemed to only illuminate the mares form. Creating a shine that made her appear more phantasmal then solid.

Onyx hued ears remained perked and alert. Listening for anything that may approach. Better to be aware then caught by surprise should a predator arrive.


The first moment that I met her
I did not expect a specter
When I shook her hand I really shook a glove
She looked into me so sweetly
And we left the room discreetly
No one else could know the secret of our love



Edited by KyonKyon, Nov 10 2015, 10:08 PM.
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Ghost - Neutral - Four - Paint x Quarter Mare - Homeless
Solaria - Neutral - Thirteen - Paint x Arabian Mare - Homeless

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ƒierce
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i saw the devil today, and he looked a lot like me


The spotted stallion wandered the small island with little interest, his mind full an lost in other places. Crystal Barrier had been ever so quiet, as it seemed to have always been with Finnigan as its regent. The quiet drove him toward other lands and into bed with a mare he did not know. Strangers, both longing for a life and a family of their own. Her name had been Magdalena. It had been his first time with a mare, and, while it had not been a thought in the moment, he wonders if they had conceived a foal. Not wanting to crowd her, Fin had decided to simply go about his business. To occupy himself while waiting to see, he had decided to come to the Homeless. See if any mares were looking for a home, as if they would choose him.

The mottled male snorts at this thought, though he almost desperately wants mares and a family. Someone to talk to him other than the memories and conjured images of his dying father. His mismatched eyes darken ever so slightly, and he shakes his head. Finnigan angled his body more toward the innermost of the island, going over the spit of land again. The number of trees increases, their boughs above him. The shade is cool on his warm skin, Prime's rays blocked now. Finn goes on, not stopping to graze, eyes always wandering. Eventually, a flash of white draws his eye.

She seems more mirage than flesh, with cool blue eyes that he thinks could have seen through him. But Finn doesn't think much of himself: anyone could see through him. Like he didn't exist. He whickers to the mare as he approaches, her exotic coloring drawing him in. The stallion clears his throat, ever out of practice of talking to others. "Good afternoon."




FINNIGAN
son of Draconian and Howl
ruler of Crystal Barrier
Edited by ƒierce, Nov 23 2015, 02:24 PM.
ƒierce   (adj.)   ferocious; bold; intense; dauntless
if i am chaos, then you are the storm inside of me
Aura | Fatale | Harlem | Phalaenopsis
Shikari | Shtriga | Vervain | Vitae
Carnivean | Finnigan | İskender
Lir | Martyr | Sonste | Thames
28 || adoptions -- log -- mare plotting -- to do list Asylum | Flannery | Hoarfrost | Israël | Magdalena | Rivulet| Salvatore
Sears | Stheno | Tribulation | Vermillion -- ( up for adoption )
Hollow | Ristian | Sémillon -- ( potentially adoptable )
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Morsir
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Nasals flared as the stallion inhaled, savouring the crisp Spring air and the fresh scents that assaulted his senses. Morsir had come of age some years ago, so the fact that it was breeding season hadn’t passed him by – that said, he had yet to sire a foal of his own. Not that he intended to remain that way. The buttermilk stallion had only recently left his parent’s land; it had been a step that he had intended to take quite some time ago, but the Scourge attacks and the events that had followed had delivered harsh blows to all residents of Kormada, and his family – his parents and siblings – had not escaped nature’s wrath unscathed. Thankfully, the wounds inflicted had not been life threatening, but they had taken time to heal. Morsir’s sire had been the worst affected and his advanced years hadn’t helped in the slightest. It had taken time and a lot of patience, but Vitez was as fit and healthy as any equine his age could hope to be – so it’s only now that Morsir felt comfortable enough to leave his parents, spread his wings and finally fly the nest.

A gentle canter carries the buttermilk male through the heart of the land of the Homeless. This island is completely new to the stallion as he had never dared to venture here before. In effect, he was without a home to call his own as he was still searching for the right territory to claim, but he knew that he’d find one that would suit his needs. It didn’t need to be large or beautiful (though that would be nice) but it did need to be secure. As a colt, Morsir had grown up in the safety of the Loftlands and he felt safest in the mountains – but that continent was lost now. His only mare, Aura, was also used to the altitude, though they had both agreed that they would probably have to settle for something closer to sea level. Still, they had time. Both of them were in their prime, fit and healthy and able to travel about until they could find the perfect home. And it wasn’t something that Morsir wanted to rush – once he found a territory, he intended to remain there, so it needed to be the right one.

What, then, is the buttermilk stallion doing here? Without a home, he couldn’t very well invite a mare back with him. Morsir was aware of this – but curiosity had gotten the better of him. Their ventures had brought the equines within a reasonable distance of the Homeless, so the stallion had gone off to investigate, leaving Aura to graze and enjoy Prime’s warming rays for a couple of hours before they moved on again.

Morsir’s pace was kept steady, his lobes flicking round as he drank in his surroundings. It seemed pleasant enough – mostly covered in spring grass with a few coppices and woodlands dotted around to offer shelter to the equine who sought this place out. His path takes him through one such woodland and the pale stallion manages to find a few fallen logs to leap over as he cantered on between the towering timbers. His nasals flare again, this time picking up the scent of a couple of equine close by. He may not be out to look for mares, but curiosity gets the better of him. His ebony strands swish round his haunches as he eases into a jog before coming to a halt at a respectful distance, watching that the speckled male approaches and greets a lone mare.

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Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above


A predator wouldn't warn her of an approach. Nor, normally, would they sound like a fellow equine. So when the male called out she'd stir calmly from her grazing. Gaze roamed over the spotted stallion. A careful observation done and stored into her memory for future use. One never knew when it would come into handy. Head bobbed for a moment in silent acknowledgement of him. Once he was close enough to speak politely the mare would give him her full attention.

Her gaze was firm and she seemed to have an unwavering air to her. As if she was built to last and yet just beneath the surface she might disappear at a moments notice. His awkward approach and the way he spoke showed signs that his social interactions were just as sparse as her own. It was almost comforting to know there were others that weren't gifted with social graces like so many others.

"Hello. Fine day we're having are we not?"

The shade was just cooling enough to let them relax. However before any real conversation could begin another figure appeared. Nostrils flared taking in the scent of another stallion. Two at once? She'd find it unusual if she were anywhere else but the Homeless grounds. It wasn't surprising to find more then one stallion roaming the area. Especially with the spring season in full bloom. Hormones were in full swing and young studs were itching to produce offspring.

"No need to stand idle. If you've come to talk then come closer"

It was disquieting to have another just stare at them. None the less it could even be seen as quite rude. Lurking in the back ground and not greeting anyone that is. Clearly the mare was going to do something about it. Even if the stallion didn't intend to speak he was being pulled into the group either way.


Every morning I awoke
And I see my little ghost
Wond'rin' if it's really her that's lying there
I lean to touch her and I whisper
But not brave enough to kiss her
When I held her I was really holding air



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Ghost - Neutral - Four - Paint x Quarter Mare - Homeless
Solaria - Neutral - Thirteen - Paint x Arabian Mare - Homeless

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i saw the devil today, and he looked a lot like me


He watches the mare, gaze alternating from looking at her politely to the ground at her feet. Her eyes did not seem to wander, and the mottled skin on his shoulders twitches. He smiles awkwardly and smiles in the same manner when she remarks on the day. "It seems pleasant enough, I think." Finn's mismatched eyes find the form of the pale stallion just as the mare does. Irises seem to seethe in their smoldering depths before cooling, leading him from territorial irritation to social awkwardness.

He wishes she hadn't reached out to the pale one, but she had. And Finn wasn't one to be able to control others in the slightest. In an effort to put the pressure of the other stallion to approach. Finnigan clears his throat a bit before returning to their original conversation. "I'm Finnigan. Might I know your name?" He doesn't know social etiquette, having been a hermit for all intents and purposes since his father died some years ago.




FINNIGAN
son of Draconian and Howl
ruler of Crystal Barrier
ƒierce   (adj.)   ferocious; bold; intense; dauntless
if i am chaos, then you are the storm inside of me
Aura | Fatale | Harlem | Phalaenopsis
Shikari | Shtriga | Vervain | Vitae
Carnivean | Finnigan | İskender
Lir | Martyr | Sonste | Thames
28 || adoptions -- log -- mare plotting -- to do list Asylum | Flannery | Hoarfrost | Israël | Magdalena | Rivulet| Salvatore
Sears | Stheno | Tribulation | Vermillion -- ( up for adoption )
Hollow | Ristian | Sémillon -- ( potentially adoptable )
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Morsir
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Morsir’s ears pricked forwards, his head tilting slightly to one side when he was addressed directly. He had thought that he’d placed himself rather strategicly; close enough to get an idea of how interactions usually went in this land, yet far enough away so as not to intrude. Apparently he’d gotten that wrong, but no matter. Now that he’d been noticed, he couldn’t just walk away – that would be rude. So, instead, he strides forward, keeping to a walk and halting somewhere roughly midway between the speckled stallion and the mare, so that they now formed a sort of triangle.

Seeing as it was the mare who had addressed him, Morsir turns his attention to her first. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude.” His gaze flicks briefly across to the other male, who doesn’t seem to appreciate the buttermilk male’s presence. Still, he wasn’t coming off as aggressive, so the young male decided against making a hasty retreat. It was good to get out and meet other equines, especially now that he was seriously considering building a herd of his very own now. “My name is Morsir – it’s a pleasure to meet you both.” Dark strands flicked around the stallion’s hocks, his gaze flicking between the two equines who stand before him as he offers each a friendly smile.

Being as inexperienced as he is, Morsir soon feels a little awkward, as if his presence was more simply tolerated rather than welcomed, and he does consider politely excusing himself. But … would this mare have invited him in, rather than shoo him away, had she not wanted to talk at least? Though Morsir did not yet have a land to his own name, that was easily rectified and they he would have a safe place – a home – to offer any equine who had nowhere to stay. Why then, should he walk away? Yes, this other stallion stood here, but what if this maiden decided that she didn’t like him? She would then have to go with a male she didn’t get along with or face remaining here alone. Morsir didn’t think himself better than anyone, but he did understand that some personalities just clash – there wasn’t necessarily anything to be done about it, but equines simply didn’t always get along. Perhaps, if nothing else, he could offer this mare another option. He certainly wasn’t a threat and, since they were all adults, if these two other equines didn’t want him there, then all they had to do was say so.

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