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Post by corruptpudding on Jun 4, 2015 15:07:22 GMT -5
Truth be Told Alabaster and Outlaw happen upon one another while in the Silver Wood. They spark up a friendly chat and eventually come to the surprising realization that they have feelings for the same mare.
Alabaster high-stepped his way over a patch of sharp stones and pebbles. He'd just finished cleaning his pretty black hooves until they shone a deep, gorgeous ebony and he wasn't about to let them fall victim to the scuffling and scratching of a natural phenomenon after all that work. His snowy coat practically gleamed with cleanliness and if it hadn't been so overcast he may very well have blinded those passing by with is sun-reflective white surface. His path led him closer and closer to the silver wood and he entered without a second thought, his silky mane and tail streaming behind him. Mist clung to the forest floor, shrouding each step in mystery, but Alabaster had taken this path many times and knew with certainty where potential puddle dips lay and brambly shrubs grew so as to avoid them. The stallion paused at a silvery-blue tree so tall it's top disappeared in the canopy. He sniffed around the trunk, careful not to press his nose to close to the bark for fear of inhaling bits of dirt and plant life that might be-speckle his velvety grey muzzle and make him look an atrocious mess. Failing to find his prize by scent, he circled the tree and ogled over its moss laden exterior, his warm brown eyes glancing across the ground in his careful search. With a pleased whiny, he spotted a purple and white flower peeking out from the gnarled roots of the ancient tree and leaned down to pluck it. "I've been looking all over for one of you!" he cooed to the flower pleasantly, not that, of course, it could respond. Purple stargazer lilies were one of his favorite flowers and he was certain Angelia would love it as well! It would look lovely right next to the other flowers she had placed in her hair. Besides, lilies were so 'in' right now. Every stylish, good looking mare was flaunting a lily tucked behind her ear. Alabaster carefully adjusted the flower stem in his mouth and made a brisk yank to the side, snapping its stem. It was easier to carry when it was longer. He was about to return to the herd to find Angelia when he realized something odd. The snapping sound continued even though he had already plucked the flower. Confused, he swiveled his ears and pinpointed the sound of someone approaching. For a moment, he balked. Could there be a predator stalking him? But no, on closer inspection they were the sound of hoof steps and therefore must be friendly.
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silmellon
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Post by silmellon on Jun 18, 2015 21:37:25 GMT -5
The tall Exile Guard let a small sigh slip through his nostrils as he fidgeted in place while watching the Exiles that had fought on Olde land head back over the Landbridge. Sure he himself hadn't fought per say, he wanted to make sure that everyone got back to where they needed to be. Away from those crazy religious horses who believed them to be dirty and unclean just because they didn't share their belief in the horned beasts. He'd heard some things about them from his best friend whom had grown up there, but the war was the first time Outlaw had seen real Olde horses...well ones that hadn't been captured by Bachelors. And he had to admit...they were nice enough, but did they have to thank the unicorns for surviving the battle? Didn't they do that themselves?
Despite all that was going on in the strangely marked Guard's head, the stallion managed to keep himself looking shiny and clean. His obsidian mane and tail shone in the warm light of the sun, his unique, contrasting markings snatching the attention of any mare that had working eyes and happened to be walking by. This Outlaw was proud of, since he held his own physical beauty to a high standard to weigh out his not so beautiful heart. But today he had seemed to try extra hard to get even every last stray hair tucked into place. His reason for doing this coincided with part of his decision to come to Olde to evacuate the remaining Exiles before the journey back to The Southern Isle in the first place. Outlaw had his heart set on seeing Angelia again. Ever since their meeting he couldn't help but think about her. The pretty little Arab mare even drifted into his dreams sometimes...which he was grateful for. For some reason whenever she guarded his dreams at night, his nightmares and unnatural sleepwalking ceased. This must've been a sign of some sort. Angelia was special, yes. Of course he felt this when they were together, but it affected him even more when they were apart. This would be a huge risk for the strangely marked stallion, sticking his heart out in the open with the hopes of not getting trampled. Today, he was hoping to see Angelia because he was going to ask her to accompany him back to the Exiles. From what he knew, she was lonely where she was. After all if she wasn't, why would she fall so willingly into his embrace? So why not bring her back? She would make a fine Scout, he thought dreamily, what with her always exploring and wandering around. The Guard then noticed that the trail of horses crossing the Landbridge was tapering off, so he turned tail and decided to do one last sweep to make sure no one was left behind over where he was standing. As he trod carefully through the strangely colored silvery trees, his soft brown eyes couldn't help but wander to the foliage around him. It was all very strange. Nothing around him was what he had learned it to be in the past. The grass beneath his hooves felt like walking on clouds, the trees seemed to glow...even the air smelled clean and pure. Too pure. 'Pure' land for 'pure' horses. he thought with a chuckle. No one was completely clean and no one could ever be completely pure, but if these horses wanted to pursue the impossible, let them.
However as Outlaw continued weaving in and out of trees near the tree line he heard hoof steps near by, dulled by the bluish grass. With black tipped ears perked, he put on a friendly grin towards whoever would appear out from behind a few trees in a moment. Though he was taller and fairly muscular, Outlaw didn't look very threatening or malicious like the Olde thought the Exiles to be. Especially with the lighthearted expression he wore.
"Hello! It's alright to come out...I don't mean any harm. Just doing one last check to make sure no one got lost before heading back over." the Guard murmured, his voice warm and soft like a gentle afternoon breeze.
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Post by corruptpudding on Jun 19, 2015 10:40:31 GMT -5
At she sound of another's voice, Alabaster relaxed. It was probably just one of the healers looking for herbs. But as Alabaster stepped around his tree and out of the dense thicket of silvery shrubbery, he was greeted with an unfamiliar face and talk of 'heading back over.' He stared, confused, before finally realizing what the stallion must be talking about. He had mistaken him for an exile. Well no matter. He wasn't particularly keen on the other herds, especially not the bachelors, but the exiles had seemed ok. He'd even met Hala or Adie-something. Bones's long lost daughter.
Upon absorbing what was going on, he suddenly became self-conscious about the flower in his mouth. "Err, hi." he said around the lily stalk, bending his head to gently set the bloom on the ground. "As you can see, I'm not an exile." he said with an awkward half-laugh. How was he supposed to act around these homeless horses?
"I haven't seen anyone around, I believe they've all gone over now." he added, flicking his tail.
He couldn't take his eyes of the other stallion's coat. He'd never seen such markings, they were...unusual, to say the least. "Unless of course your looking for someone specific?" he asked. His brown eyes finally fell away from his study of the horse's stripes, falling to the flower at his hooves. He would need to take it to Angelia while it was still fresh. He couldn't give her a wilty mess of petals.
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silmellon
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Post by silmellon on Jun 19, 2015 11:54:24 GMT -5
From the delicate, careful sound of the approaching horse, the stallion expected a mare to unveil herself from the protection of the trees. But to his surprise, that wasn't the case. Another stallion, almost as pale as his own white coat was, stepped into view with what appeared to be some sort of flower between his teeth. The Guard halted in place and blinked a few times to get that through his head. Sure this horse was delicate looking and almost as good looking as he himself was, but at least Outlaw was a bit muscular to offset the femininity. I shouldn't be surprised.. the Guard sighed inwardly and dismissed the thought. Looks didn't matter anyway. He'd be leaving soon enough. The pale stallion made sure to keep a few meters between them as they got used to each other's presence. And Olden horse and an Exile. Outlaw arched a dark eyebrow, ears swiveling in awkward confusion as the shorter stallion attempted to strike up a conversation. Clearly he wasn't used to talking to other horses...he was off to a rocky start. But thankfully the Guard was a social being, so he grinned disarmingly and replied. "Yes, I can see that you aren't an Exile." he said with a chuckle and continued, "But if you say that there's no one left, that'll make this sweep a whole lot quicker so I can go as well." Taking a few steps along his original path, he turned to look over his shoulder at the other stallion.
"If you don't trust me feel free to come along. It won't take long and...I'm sure there will be more flowers on the way." His one eyed gaze slipped from the other stallion's face to the flower at his hooves, his voice holding a hint of laughter. Without waiting for a response, he continued once again on his path through the tree line. As he walked he scanned the area for any signs of an Exile that happened to lose their way momentarily.
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Post by corruptpudding on Jul 4, 2015 0:20:00 GMT -5
He didn't particularly distrust the exiles, but it certainly seemed the proper thing to act as an escort. Alabaster's attempted smile wavered as the stallion mentioned more flowers. Was he making fun of him? Either way he trotted delicately closer to the foreigner and kept pace alongside him as they strode through the silver wood. He didn't want to stroll in silence, talking, especially about himself, was his favorite pastime, but he just wasn't sure how to go about it with a horse from another herd. Bachelor's were out of the question of course, he wouldn't strike up friendly conversation to an active follower of that herd if his life depended on it. Exiles, however, were a little different. They seemed decent enough, unlike their ancestors who had been...well...exiled.
"Sooo..." he drawled, turning his head to stick the Lily in his mane so he could speak with clarity, "What do you think of the Olde island? You stayed on the eastern isle as well, right? I went there myself once, but only briefly, I didn't have much time to enjoy the scenery and I've quite forgotton what its landscape was like, thank the unicorns, nothing but vagabonds live in the east."
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silmellon
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Post by silmellon on Jul 22, 2015 21:31:12 GMT -5
Not that Outlaw had anything against the shorter Arab built stallion against him, but he made sure to keep a comfortable distance of a couple feet between them as they continued on. Yes he was sociable, but he didn't trust many others as far as he could throw them. There were many gentle looking horses out in the world that weren't exactly as kind or honest as they had seemed. Therefore, Outlaw was always took very precautionary actions around strangers. The gentle smile remained on his lips as his hooves sunk into the green moss with every step he took alone the tree line alongside the other horse. His more muscular legs were longer than the Olde's, and equaled two of his dainty strides. The Guard kept his pace at a jog so the other horse didn't have to move quicker than he needed to. It wasn't a race, just a quick last patrol before heading back closer to home. As far as horses went, this stallion was making a normal enough impression. He wasn't rude or pushy, but did make sure to keep clean. Outlaw always liked seeing that in others. The flower in his mane was a bit different though. No stallions he knew in the Bachelor or Exile here wore them, even if they preferred stallions. But to every each his own. As far as he knew the lily could be for a mare friend of his. After listening to the other talk, the Guard replied cooly, "This part of the world definitely is...different. It's very beautiful with all this foliage and color. It almost feels kind of 'magical'." he said with a snort before continuing. "The Eastern Isle is beautiful as well but in a different way. It seems more 'wild' than everything here. But I could be wrong, I haven't seen much of your Isle and it could be wild in different places." Outlaw said with a shrug. But when the other stallion mentioned 'vagabonds' living in the East in what seemed to be in a derogatory way, his black tipped ears twitched. He used to be both a Bachelor and a Loner, likely 'vagabonds' in this horse's mind. Outlaw decided not to mention his heritage as he spoke again. "Though I have traveled quite a bit and found what I saw quite interesting." he nodded as he finished. Suddenly they came up on a group of horses circulating about the tree line as well. After a quick survey of their faces Outlaw determined that they weren't Exiles...he could remember the faces of his herd like the front of his hooves by now. But he did happen to be looking for someone particular in the Olde herd. The Guard lifted his head higher and perked his ears towards the group, searching for any sign of the Arabian mare he knew. He tried picking out her voice, even a glimpse of her. But sadly she didn't seem to be there.
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