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Post by Shallan on Oct 8, 2007 22:41:10 GMT -5
The Time is near
small amounts of light fall over the forest bed as a slim figure skulks from behind the trees, staying out of view, for now. All movements comes to a halt behind a large oak. A ray of light falls upon her face, making every hollow and scar on her skull visible. Her bright orbs roam the darkness in front attempting to focus on anything that may cause a thret. In a two beated gait she starts off again her chains whipping from either side in a mesmerizing dance.
Once more she halts all movement at the mouth of the forest which opens up onto the wide land that is known as No Mans Land. the scent of others linger on the air and whinnies are heard from afar. She cringes as the sun light fully engulfs her ragged body.
Her chest rises and heavily falls as she braises herself for what the land has to offer. Am i really ready she spoke to the wind, the sound of whittling as the wind blow through the tops of the trees was her reply.
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Post by Dasor||Ingran on Oct 10, 2007 5:08:54 GMT -5
Stepping with well trained steps the ivory stag made his way through the scrub, keeping well within the shadows in an attempt to hide himself. he sent his orbs out to wards the land he would knew give him time he would become familure with. Stoping slowly, bringing his daggers underneath him he watched as a lone fae stood in the middle of the sun kissed land.
With perked interest Ingran made his way out of the dark, the harsh sun hitting him as he walked forward, daggers reaching into the ground faster and harder with each step. making his way to wards the mare he lets his orbs roll over his body in an attempt to print and image of her in his mind.
Stopping only within talking distance of her, only then did he bring his orbs up to meet hers. Not flinching away, he made no sound letting her speak first.
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Post by Shallan on Oct 10, 2007 5:40:02 GMT -5
Her towers flickered as she followed the sound of another approaching. she did not cringe nor did she turn to meet there gaze. The scent of a stag meet her nostrils as he came to a stop next to her. She closed her eyes as she turned to look at him.
She meet his glance before returning her gaze back to the land. She rubber her eye against the inside of her for leg in an attempt to persuade the flies that swarmed around the corners of her orbs, sucking any moisture they could.
She flicked her chins in an irritated fashion and sighed once more, more confidently, momentarily forgetting the stags presence.
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Post by Dasor||Ingran on Oct 10, 2007 5:48:10 GMT -5
He gaze didn't falter nor did his stance as the fae turned to catch his gaze. She had not spoken just passed him of, as if he was another one of "them". His mind was reeling, yet he refused to show it. It took little to tick the stag of and his patience was already being pulled.
He didn't speak he would wait for her to open up and spit some words out first. Why? because . . .
Letting the silence linger between them, the air growing stale as he waited for something to happen.
His eyes stayed locked were they were ivory coat shinning under the suns glare, he stamped his hoof impatiently he was not one to wait for things, nor should he have to.
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Post by Shallan on Oct 10, 2007 6:01:03 GMT -5
A soft cry brought the fae's attention to the sky where her gaze meet with a crow, she watched its jaggered flight in ore. Oh how she whished she could to sore above all, fly away into the sun and never have to return. She was young yet she felt her life was sure tobe over, how could she still be here after all that has ben said, all that has been done, all that has been seen, surly she has endured enough, the stallion still stood beside her.
She arched her boa slightly, defining the muscles in her chest and shoulders. She eyed the stallion as a smirk spread across her velverts. The intense silence was only to be broken by the cries of others at afar. She expected nothing of the stallion, still. And what do i owe this great plessure? her voice had some-what of a humourous tone to it. |
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Post by Dasor||Ingran on Oct 10, 2007 6:12:07 GMT -5
He followed her gaze to the sky above his attention lingering for a breif few moments before returning his focus to the fae.
As she spoke her voice some what mocked him. he was not one used to being mocked. hardly the norm for him. yet today strange as it had already been he was learning to take it into his stride suprisingly quickly.
" depends how you would look at a situation such as this"
He spoke in a voice that was low and somewhat cold, each word spelt out long and drawn as if they held some sort of importance.
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Post by Shallan on Oct 10, 2007 6:22:27 GMT -5
carefully listerning to his words, tryin to pin point his character she shifted her weight and stood in silence playing his words over in her mind. She was not one to warm to others quickly, she was not one to warm to others at all.
Her towers sat astride her skull in a relaxed position like the stag was just another. Though she was taken by his strong stance, her expression remained the same.
Oh please spare me her words rolled off her tongue as she started at a walk towards the horizion. She tuned back to the stallion, snicered and turned back to the lands.
I have no time for games she thought to herself, grabbing for an excuse to run.
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Post by Dasor||Ingran on Oct 10, 2007 6:31:01 GMT -5
Had he not been so strong willed and stubburn the idea of walking away as she turned her back would have been an option ranked highly in his mind. Yet wanting something and not getting it just made him wish for it more. So when she spoke her words used not to talk to him but once again to mock and taunt.
Her back turned away from him, he took a look at her and didn't reply not yet anyways. Lowering his maw towards the ground, he snifeed as if grazing apon the iced over grass. Yet he wasn't hungry almost proving a point. His tail flicked high over his rump. only when he felt the tension hot in the air as the fae pranced away her desires clear she wanted out of this place.
" I am Ingran and yours would be?" he spoke in the same level tone before, just this time his maw stayed low his eyes watching thr ground as if he had not just spoken.
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Post by Shallan on Oct 10, 2007 6:45:08 GMT -5
Her pace slowed slightly but she did not intend to stop. She raised her crown into the wind feeling an imediate relife from the harsh heat. She ignored the stags comments, logically speaking, if he wanted her, he would follow simple.
She slowed even further enjoying the banter between the two. It had been a long time since she had had contact with another of her kind though she would not lower her standed's just because she was alone, she had done that once and never again would she make that mistake.
She continued at a walk subconiously hoping he would follow, hopin she wasnt selling herself short. She waited, for what? she wasnt even sertain.
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Post by Dasor||Ingran on Oct 10, 2007 6:58:28 GMT -5
Ingran lifted his maw his orbs catching sight if the fae again, her pace faltered as he spoke for what seemed like a breif second. Before she picked up her pace yet this time slower than before.
He was over playing games, it had taken a few years and today of all days games seemed less important than normall. He hated to lose even a simple game such as this, but curiosity got the better of him and he took a step forward, his daggers dragging along the ground as he went as if mind and body were battling together. Coming to a stop he raised his maw as if to call out yet no words came out.
So he stood and watched her leaving frame, wanting to follow her yet at the same time, running after faes aimlessly had gotten him into trouble before, he was stronger than that. Was he not?
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Post by Shallan on Oct 10, 2007 7:05:39 GMT -5
Silence could be heard, that was all. realising that the stag was not going to follow her she haltered all movement and sighed heavily rolling her orbs in a very imature fashion. She turned to him once more with a slight glare. She was trong headed and did not like being labled as a useless fae. she was just as good at the stags yet at times she learnt to swollow her pride.
Willow, my calling is Willow, im of dark alliance and im easily pissed off, consider yourself warned. Her words where directed at him, not so much to him. She continued to turn her body square on with the stag with a nonschulant look purtruding on her crown.
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Post by Dasor||Ingran on Oct 10, 2007 7:14:38 GMT -5
He watched her as she turned her bodice to face him,her slender almost flawless frame facing him. He looked her over just once more, his orbs flowing over. She was far from the mares back home. They were far from light yet they lacked something. personality? yet this fae had shown what the others couldn't and he had yet to even guess at her name.
When she spoke of her name and alliance he was only half suprised. Suprised at the fact that she had spoken not at what she had said. She had not given of the feeling of one of them. Them being of the light aliance. And he had guessed at the fact she was one to tread carefully. Taking a step forward with ease this time, his orbs held a hint of cheak as he picked up the pace closing the distance between them.
" You and i unlike" he said again his voice never losing the tone it held when he first opened his maw to speak.
" I go by Ingran" Strong daggers hit the ground each word timed perfectly.
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Post by Dasor||Ingran on Oct 10, 2007 7:17:27 GMT -5
ahhhhh makes no bloody sence Mik. grrrrrr
" you and i ALIKE"
amillion other things wrong with that post
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Post by Shallan on Oct 10, 2007 7:23:34 GMT -5
She brassed herself, tensing her body as the stag approched. His build was much larger then hers but yet she was confident she could hold her own. His words echoed in the canals of her towers that were plastered back to her boa.
Ingran, his name repeated itself with in her mind severel times before she answered, so you said her tone flat and expressionless thouh the mixture of sarcasim was long gone.
She some what pittied the stag for he had stummbled across a hot headed fae that was not affraid to speak her mind nor was she one to spare anothers feelings. Your in for a ride she whispered to the wind, refering to the stag that now stood infront of her.
She poured at the ground several times, easing the tension that was building in her mind as she watched him.
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