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Post by astoria on Apr 10, 2006 19:48:05 GMT -5
~*~Her calling was Cornelia. Sunkissed wardrobe and blonde ribbons shimmered in the setting sun. Lucky people in this place, she had found her way from the entrance to what seemed to be a claiming ground. She stumbled in over a tuft of vegatation embedded in the dust. Wrinkling her mug at the dust blowing into her teeth. She raised her tiara and tossed it. Well where was everyone? No one here to retrieve her? Oh well, she would wander until she found someone.~*~
~*~Life her would be fine. The valley was at its lowest point and grass grew in enough abundance that she could survive. She wouldn't be falling down cliffs at anytime soon unless she left and came back which was highly unlikely. If she left, she probably wouldn't find her way home. Oh look! A BUTTERFLY! Not to mention she was easily distracted. But her dubbance was Cornelia denoting her summer sking and sweetness.~*~
ooc:Sorry I posted so late I was at a horse show
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on Apr 13, 2006 18:05:38 GMT -5
The lord emerged, taking in the scent of the new mare. her skin was that of the sun, gleaming in the new summer days. He watched as she was entertained by a butterfly. He laughed to himself, allowing her to fell free in the land. Harks perked when he found his chance and made his way towards her. Pillars planted as he whickered lightly to grab her attention.
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Post by astoria on Apr 13, 2006 20:03:28 GMT -5
~*~La dee da life is good huh? Butterfly grass, trees, and water, what more could a girl need? Auditory sensors flicked at the sound of talons threading through the reeds of vegatation. Her haunches were facing the aproaching equine and, as he grew closer, she turned her boa so her globes could meet the other's. A steed. She had lived long enough in a herd to know what happened next. Boy meets girl. Boy wooes girl. Girl goes off with boy.~*~
~*~Shadows cast by her serpintine made her golden sheen grow duller. Her globes blinked blandly takingin the brujo for the second time. Ok, he probably wouldn't be horrible to deal with. This decided she came to the conclusion he was waiting for her to begin and her sweet voice whispered through the afternoon breeze,~*~
~*~Cornelia~*~
ooc:can you tell I'm in bio i mena auditory sensors? wow big word
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Post by astoria on Apr 13, 2006 20:04:17 GMT -5
grrr i should make my text a different color next time, sorry words she spoke are in italics
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on Apr 13, 2006 23:11:26 GMT -5
Harks flickered forward. She did not face him, but left herself vulnerable. Most likely this was a young flicka. Whipcords flicked is' flanks in turn, hind hoof resting on a haunch. The gentle whisper of her voice flowed towards his. Hearing the faint call, he resumed his normal and regal appearance. Orbs mirrored hers and his voice rang out.
Welcome Cornelia. I be Zanzibar, ruler of these parts known as Full Moon Pass. I expect yu ahve found the beauty of it already? Cranium dipped to bow to her lightly.
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Post by astoria on Apr 15, 2006 18:53:02 GMT -5
Ears pricked at the steed's words. Zanzibar huh? The word beauty described this place. She turned her countenance to the sun that was edging westward. She had been born on a day like this 4 summers ago. Cornelia shifted her body to face him and let her orbs meet his. He was taller than her by a full hand which is why, even with her brain plate dipped, their globes faced. She was startled to find a king dipping to a lowly maiden. Her family had never been high in rank or beauty. While Cornelia wasn't a pin-up, she out shone everyone of them which was probably why she was so spoiled.
Full Moon Pass? Is that what this place is dubbed? If beauty is a word to describe it than it is nothing short of it...
As an after thought she added yet another word.
...m'lord
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on Apr 15, 2006 23:41:05 GMT -5
Harks perked up and he raised his nape. Orbs looked her over, finally meeting her sparkling pools. They were cool and calming and showed her youthful self. A soft breeze blew, stirring his forelock and blowing his tassles. Fore hoof, pawed the sod, taking in her words.
Yes m'lady, that is the name of thy lands. I would be pleased if you would join my herd. I am sure you would be happy here.
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Post by astoria on Apr 16, 2006 17:58:12 GMT -5
~*~Of course, for I have no place to call home...~*~
Her haunches spun and she began to stride off. Mid-step she pausedto look behind her. He had better help her find the way there or his words would belost to wind along with her.
ooc:sry its short
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