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[intaada]

Nikki

Lonesome, two-toned contessa made her way slowly through the undeserving terra. Ivory tassles draped over her nape, while a banner slashed at her flanks, before returning to their place behind the minxens bodice. Harks flickered, listening to the vocals of flirtacious stags, and femmes sighing of disbelief. Liquid brown pools regarded dew drops upon the green, hanging from the towering trees. A new bloom appeared before her on the listhosphere, before being crushed by her flint. Crest arched, and nares flared, limbs walked each in turn upon the damp mire of an early spring morn. Welkin was died a bright blue, all the while the jade clashed with it. Prominence made no effort to shine on this gorgey day, for even though the world of this nymph was bright with design, her heart was ever so mournful. This place of desertion, was most unpleasant, and she hated it so. She hated it all. She hated the way the masters flirted with the ecsatic matrons. She hated the way she felt. Alone. She had always been alone. Her heart was empty, and it had taken over her life. How was she to go on after being hurt so? How was she to go on feeling so ominous. She felt as if her breaths, her life was pointless. She sighed, as dejected call parted from her velvets.

[[she is neutral, so dark, light, neutral, anyone can claim her]]

[promise]

| Rourak |

My large daggers crunch softly pon the dewy green below as I walk towards the dove. My large milky bod moves somewhat noisly but swiftly over the grounds. I stop before the dove large green orbs glancing her over. I sigh a gentle snort and a steams of mist float in the air for a few moments in the slightly chilly air.

What be the calling dove?

My tones are gentle with a thick galic sound in them. I toss alabaster tassels from my orbs awaiting the doves reply.

| I LOVE your pics! who makes them? |

[nochoice]

The crisp, morn' breeze carries with it the scent of others, and with that, a sense of curiosity. Though the many other senses may be stirred, if the being upon the other side of that breeze, is already acknowledged. Yet little may be told of an unknown being, least of all it's attitude, and one always pauses to wonder, as this wind blows softly to them- who is it, there, upon the breeze, whose scent has been bought to them, and their interest stirred...
Sight, in this case, can often be more to one's use, as when one catches sight of another being, memory is passed through, and whether recognition is stirred, or not, is due to one's past experiences. Though, many-a-time, recognition, and interest may be bought into presence, even if the being in question, is not known. It is possible, to feel many emotions at the sight of one unknown, yet, it is far from possible, to feel love, for one whom is bought to the eye, simply from the gleam of it's coat...

And so, many steeds wonder through the lands, entertaining a great number of essa's, and, for one reason or another, fall into 'love' with them, withing simple moments of their meet. Yet, this master, was different. The deepness into which the drake's thoughts delved, was unmatched, though often underestimated by the small-minded contenders, who lurked the glens, awaiting another, single-thought essa, to enter there path, where they should feel the need to stride forewords into the femme's lives, in a fakely gallantly way, and announce themselves deeply in love, with the poor fae's, who did not deserve such lowly suitors.

Stilts carried the drake along a weather-beaten path, often used by other beings, who chose to enter the valley. His coat was of a dark, deep ashen, strikingly mottled with deep, rich dappling, contrasting to the scenery which was grown around him, and the azure expanse above. Lash was driven around his hocks - though reaching down to the band of his coronet - and so was held high, whipping this way and that, as the bronc sauntered into the realm. Dreads reached past the lower line of his boa, and were twitched in an oddly creme way at his crest, before deepening, into the rich mixture of ashen and charcoal which adorned his hide. Muscular serpentine was slightly arched, in a majestic way, yet did not, for one moment, suggest arrogance, unlike many of those who roamed these lands.
As the drake approached, a slightly teasing smirk upon his featurs, crania was bobbed in the way of the bronc who stood upon the opposite side of the femme, before doing so one more to the essa. My lady, and... lord. No disdain was shown to the drake, no arrogance, yet a deep, heavy, yet courtly manner. Though his way was teasing. Might I have the pleasure to know of your calling, mistress? I be Sailor.

[wow...that was fun, haha]

[intaada]

((I'll reply tonightt))

[nochoice]

[Sure, thanks. Might not be able to post at that time. Live in the UK, hehe.

[B.oya]

Nikki

Disbeleif crossed the minxens face. Someone had actually come to her, and that made her glow. A smile crept onto her features, as she regarded the drakes standing before her. Heart pounded, she heard it drum in her audits. Yes..she was pretty excited that someone had come to her, replying her lonesome call. If she had been any younger, she would have probobly been shaking with excitement. But as she had gotten older, she realized that that had only been a faze of the young'uns. Yet inside, she remained that yong faen she remembered she had been so long ago. So much time had past when she had been alone, it wasn't even funny. Now she was getting the chance to love again, even after being hurt so badly. She would never go back to the past. The one she had previously loved. They didn't love her as much as she loved them, and she knew it. Yet when it came to saying goodbye, her heart broke. Why she cared so much about that soul, was they had been so kind, they had been a true friend, and yes, more friend than love. For so long she had changed, being absent minded, others around her thinking she was mentally ill. She had never been so depressed before. Ever. Why she stayed emotionally shattered for so long..because she couldn't let go. She couldn't stand seeing her love wih someone else, saying specials things to them just as they had to her. It broke her. And if she started feeling better, like her heart was mending, again she would think of her past, and that would bring her back down. She would place her self in a state of thinking, things would changed. Something would happen and they would be back together. But that something never happened, and eventually..she gave up on life. But then another one had come along, one that she never expected to love, until she saw the soul. She remembered the day she first saw them injured, and all she wanted to do was go up and talk to them, asking if they were okay and what not. But she held back. She knew that feeling, and she was scared that she would get hurt again. Yet as the time past, she grew fond. After giving it all she had..they loved eachother, but nothing more than just a good friend. That support had returned her to normal, and that soul was on her mind all of the time. Her thoughts returned to the two drakes, after her little travel to the past. She dipped her tiara, apologizing for her absent mindedness silently. She took in a deep breath, and decided not to get her hopes up, just in case. Her vocals rang out politely.
Nikki

[nochoice]

[I'll reply tomorrow. At a friends house]

[nochoice]

Brow rose in amusement at the essa's visible reaction, which, though kept inside, and blind to the untrained eye, was obvious to the drake's sight. Cute... an innocent though? Well, let's see. Opts traversed the femme's delicate frame, lobes catching onto her calling as it was spoken. Serpentine arched, a slight smirk upon the drake's features. Skull was swung towards the essa, gaze falling upon her attractive, young features. Pleasure, I'm sure. Lobes flickered momentarily, banner whipping lightly from side-to-side, thumping gently against the duke's flank on each side of his rump. Dreads were blown around his boa, ashen, strikingly dappled hide even more contrasting as the drops of aqua fell. I, mistress, be Sailor.

[gah, terrible!]

[B.oya]

Nikki

Well, M'lord Sailor, I thank you kindly for coming. She said, feeling slightly awkward. She shifted nervously, knowing, more of hoping, that this small talk would not last much longer, for it bored her so. It had already seemed as though they had been standing there for hours on end. She shook her tiara carelessly, sending her ivory tassles flapping against her nape. She felt his orbs trace her, and she moved her own pools to match his. He was a majestk stag, anyone could see, but still her pools challenged. She pursed her lips for a moment, and stomped on the solid, yet moist ground. She lowered her tiara and nibbled at the emerald stalks. How fast time flied when she wasn't alone. It was so nuce for her. The seasons changed, and her company as well. She wasn't the lonely faen she had used to be. The encounter with this stag had completely boosted her confidence, yet she was still quite unsure. What is your purpose, Sailor? She asked, starting the conversation once more.

[ick]

[nochoice]

[My computor has to go and have its DVD WR fixed, so I can't be on for a few days, mabye up to a week! Please be patient!!!!

Dreameh]

[B.oya]

[[thats quite alright]]

[B.oya]

^{[[ Dreaaaamiieeeee? ]]}

[nochoice]

[saaawwwrrrry]

Skull was tilted slightly to one side, singular lobe momentarily flicking forewords, to catch the essa's lymns, banner lashing from side to side, brushing away the light autumn leaves that had landed upon his rump, and at his feet, where the drifts surrounded his ankles, in a wave of golden colours, showing his strikingly dappled ashen hide up against the landscape.
Nares flared, a slight smirk marking his features. What do you wish me to say? That I wondered in, mistaking this land for my own? Surely my purpose is as clear as others? Yet, if you insist... The drake chuckled slightly, amused by the essa. Perhaps she was the wrong type for him, but that didn't mean that he had to leave. Perhaps I am searching for a faen that is not a mindless wench who would go with any who asked. Surprisingly, they seem to be becoming increasingly hard to come by in this area.
The bronc's lymns were smooth, silken, calm. Happy now? The drake smirked. So, how did you come to be in the fields?

[bleh]

[B.oya]

Nikki

She narrowed her voids at him, suddenly feeling the spunk she once had. But she retained, for she really didn't want to get snappy, for no reason. She shrugged, her features showing she really didn't care all that much. Its better than just standing here feeling awkward. She said. Figures. No duh. She felt as if she was one of the only sane equines left. The rest had decidedly gone crazy because they were alone during the time of the war, and it drove Nikki mad. The vocals, Happy now? Split her thoughts, and her attention was driven back to Sailor. Perfectly. She replied just as smoothly. Thorns flickered as he inquired about her becoming, and she stopped to think for a moment. Umm..just like any other equine? She thought. Was born here. Quite unpleasant, where I came to be, so I left as soon as I could. She replied, telling the truth, partially. She really felt no need to dig into the details unless he asked, so she didn't bother. She was getting bored. The silence around her was un doubtfully demeaning. She frowned, digging her dagger into the moist sod. This isn't awkward. She thought sarcastically.

[nochoice]

[okay, thinking! lol. will reply later today or tomorrow]