an arrival of another arab

[lexis]

A petite hotblood pranced into the topography. Her dished culmination and the high carriage of her tassels let all know of her arabian heritage. The ivory creature was surely a sight to behold, it seemed almost as she floated rather than sauntered along as other equiss' do. Not yet had she made her choice of alignments but only tilted, like the Earth towards the Sun, in this case it would be the light. A young beaut most things held little consequence to her, but thing were different in these unchartered expances. Here would be the place that all her survival skills in the hot deserts of the east were put to the test and the dame's ability to survive.

[Alto]

The femora's presence was known almost instantly to the heavenly Exotica. She scented the air, trying to find the alignment of the faen... She seemed to be anuetral. Close to the Light. Exotica was pure :ight, and fought for her beliefes. Yet, maybe she could befriend this half-demon, half-angel. She sent forth a melody of greeting to the arabian, her own arabian heritage presents, he pelt reflecting the blue skies.

[lexis]

The femora took in the sweet sound and knew instantaneously the fae was a light. If it wasn't for the dark atmosphere the fatale had grown up in and occasional mood swings than she would have labled herself a light. Perhaps friendship with this maiden of hotblood heritage like she would lead her towards the light. That would be nice. But first the muse must find her. This was not a hard task in such a small surrounding area. "Hello, I am dubbed by Destiny, Dessy by friends. And what would be thy calling?" She asked the mare gently, her tones as always held sweetness.

[\\Leviathan//]

Watching from a distance, the tightly muscled arab stag took in the two forms from his lofty post. He did not make his presence known, but if the slight breeze did change then his saline stench would reach them. Even after spending such time on land, the sea's tainture did not relinquish.

[lexis]

The flea-bitten grey felt uneasy. A feeling like the current one always washed over her when one was watching that she could not see. This was just one of the skills she learned long ago in the sandy deserts, just a particle of all the knowledge gained from her dam. The funny part is that the dame could never remember her mother's alignment, actually she could not remember much about a lot of her life. Maybe this was another reason for her being a neutral, confusion. But now we must travel back to the current reality. No noise escaped her as she awaited the light arab's response but the thought of one watching her like an animal in the zoo made her acoustics perk up and nares on the alert.

[Alto]

I am the one they call Exotica. Nice to meet you, Destiny.

She took a few steps foward the femora, before catching the stallion's scent. She looked to Destiny, an, spotting her uneasieness, she whickered a soft melody, hoping to calm her.

[lexis]

A saltine scent that was very strong reached the femore's delicate nares. "A pleasure to meet you too, Exotica." A smile slipped onto her mug as the saccharine tune drifted towards her and soon her soft, petite voice joined in too, erasing all thoughts of the stag. Destiny than relized how much Exotica reminded her of her mother. If only she could remember more about the dame.

[\\Leviathan//]

The auburn brute took a step closer to the femmes, then another. A whinny of greeting escaped his cavernous cage, to ease whatever premonitions ailed their senses. He stopped a distance away, not wishing to intrude. He was now in their sight, his lean hard body reflecting the sun's caress in hues of burnt mahogany and warm brassy tones. He inclined his chiseled profile out of respect, though the slight arch to his boa did not fade and neither did his overall aura of aloofness.

[lexis]

The sweet sound of song continued from the femora's kissers, how she enjoyed herself. Then curvature swing in the direction of the brute nodded her crown as her tassels settled down from the first swift fluid movement. And in another quick paced second her leviator and skull were back in there original standings as the song went on.

[\\Leviathan//]

His oculars focused on this young faen, observing her curious gestures with interest. He threw his haunted harmonies to the air, letting the chords rise and fall with equal melancholy and rejoicing.

[Alto]

Shall I leave you two be?

The brute had seemed to take a liking to Destiny, and she wished not to intervene.

[\\Leviathan//]

His inquiring gaze swung to meet the other faen, a faint grin playing on his charred mug. He did not wish her to leave, for he knew neither faen yet. He looked back and forth between the dainty arabs, his own dished plating plainly stating his heritage as well. He blew softly thru his flaring thins, welcoming them into his presence which was at once radiant and forbidding. The life and inner struggles of a Neutral were complicated indeed.

[Alto]

Alright, then.

She turned back around, her heavanly pale coat reflecting the sky's hue.

[\\Leviathan//]

As different as night from day, his pelt absorbed most of the sun's luminous rays. His blackened appendages seemed scorched as if by fire, and the mahogany ripples upon his chassis reflected only enough waves to display his health and fitness.

[Alto]

As she turned back, she saw how perfect he looked, and stared only for a moment. How rude was she! She wished to apologize... Looks were not the only thing that made a stallion.