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Post by Bibliobibuli on Sept 8, 2015 0:44:43 GMT -8
CYN Sifting through the memories that was life before today, Cyn stood collected, azure eyes focused in on the blowing autumn leaves. A mare of few words, the silence was her voice. It opened up an intimacy with her surroundings that was impossible when interrupted with noise. Besides the howl of the wind that grew increasingly chilly this time of year, she was alone with her own thoughts. Freckled body harbored a soul that knew itself well, she came to these grounds with expectations she was not willing to waver. He had to stand for a principle, ignite a flame of enthusiasm within, her young mind craved invigorating interaction. Perhaps a tall order to call for her first encounter as an eligible adult, but it was something she put plenty of thought in as she waited for the day to come where she could own her life. Ownership. It was an interesting concept. What did you ever really own in the world? You owned your voice, which the mare chose to use sparingly. It would be a shame to waste her song, to have it land on deaf ears. You owned your opinion, your thoughts, dreams and desires. Which should only be shared among a those who are trusted. In technicality terms, she owned her body. The vessel in which her soul traversed Elysium. But this whole homeless title, the fact that a stallion would come with intentions of 'claiming her', had her relatively confused- concerned even. She wouldn't lay down to be a stepping stone for those who craved power in numbers, or to dominate her. Cyn was stronger than that. She struggled with this "claim" terminology, and intended to bring it up with whoever decided to approach her with intentions of her joining them. Her premonition is something she relied heavily on, and the way they would answer her inquiry on the disguised complex matter would influence her decision on them largely. This wrecking ball inside her head was concealed with an unshakable content stare. As always she guarded her inner most feelings, refusing to expose her core to unworthy passerby's. What a layered little mare she was. Words: 359 | NOTES: Homeless Post| ✿
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Post by phantom on Oct 9, 2015 21:19:13 GMT -8
Confuoco Today was much different than any other day Fuoco had come to Pandora's Meadow. His head was held much higher than it had before and his long strides clipped along in a rhythm of confidence that they hadn't had before. That wasn't to say that he hadn't had confidence the last time he visited, but being the lead of Wisdom Fief gave him a feeling that was hard for him to describe. It was almost as if all the confidence he had had before was actually arrogance which was a preposterous notion!
A small snort of pleasure escaped Fuoco as he noticed a few familiar mares looking over him with reconsideration. Well it was too bad for them! They had had their chance at joining him and if the only reason for their reconsideration was because he was now a lead, then he didn't want them in his herd. In fact... perhaps he wouldn't even mention Wisdom Fief until he was certain that a mare was actually interested in joining him because of his character. Of course if she asked outright, it would be difficult for him to lie as he was just so damn proud of the fief! If he had been traveling with anyone they would have found their ears completely talked off by descriptions of the wondrous hills.
Realizing that he had gotten distracted by thoughts of his land, Confuco pulled himself back to the meadow and began to search for the first mare who would be willing to share the marvelous place with him. His eyes wandered over the equines which had congregated in this place of safety, noting the slightly shaggier coats caused by the coming chills of winter. Although there were many lovely mares to approach none of them really seemed... right. Perhaps he should call it a day? He had never done that before, but if he wasn't feeling it then- "Who is that?!" All thoughts of leaving fled as his gaze landed on... spots.
Crystal eyes setting upon the appaloosa mare and Fuoco felt himself being drawn towards her like a bee to a flower. When he finally stood before her (had it really only taken a minute?) the stallion dipped his head in greeting, a small smile curving his lips. "Good morning." It took literally everything Confuoco had to restrain his usually overly flamboyant self, desperate not to scare away the mare before he could even get her name.
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Post by Bibliobibuli on Oct 15, 2015 23:17:53 GMT -8
CYN It wasn't long before she found herself not alone. The land had awoken and mares were walking about. The few stallions that visited these lands would have a selection to choose from today. Her blue eyes watched on curiously, it could be beneficial to see what another mare would do to catch someone's attention. Focus locked on a painted mare, her markings in dagger-like sharp points, meeting together seamlessly like mountains. Surely she would be approached first. The speckled mare was so intent on watching and learning that her peripherals failed to alert her to the stallion approaching her. White strip split face turned to look upon him, she wasn't quite quick enough to hide away the surprise on her face and he caught a glimpse of her mouth open in perplexity. Azure eyes scanned over him, picking up the social clues she knew and deciding he seemed friendly enough. She also noticed he was blotched colored as well, and smiled. She had to admit it could be vain, but she preferred fellow spotty equines. Open maw turned into a smile, doing her best to hide the naivety of the situation. When he opened his mouth to speak Cyn nodded, and briefly had wished he opened with more to say as to give her an easier start, but it was a quickly passing thought. "Good Morning to you, Sir." Lip pursed as she struggled to think of more to say, what was next? Did she just throw her name out here? "I am Cyn, and you are?" Well, what else was there to do? Striped feet shifted a little on the hard ground as she waited a reply. Words: | NOTES: |
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