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Post by lexis on Apr 4, 2006 20:04:51 GMT -5
The sun had long since faded away but instead of leaving a blanket of stars clouds were in its place. In the center of the surrounding stood Sierra, the dappled palomino. You had to be just about blind not to see her golden figure in the raven expanse around her. The faen had chosen the perfect time to come into these lands and any further exploration would have to wait until sunup. But morning was so far away and curiousity was eating her up. So why don't we take a look around that bend. It can't hurt can it? She currently decided otherwise, and began to crop on the emerald blades, the first taste was very bitter from the little rain it had recieved. Well these clouds were good for something. Just than the loud sound of thunder echoed throughout the terrain and rain began to fall all around the fatale. Great the perfect excuse to explore. Let's begin. And thus the ess cantered around the corner.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 18, 2006 19:25:52 GMT -5
His fine-tuned senses stirred, detecting on the wind the presence of a faen barely reaching adulthood. He lowered his tapered mug to the aqua again, deeming her too young to meddle with yet. And yet... he had nothing better to do, why not make her acquaintance. At nine solar rotations he was hardly an old-timer, and to greet a faen was no crime and held no commitment. He stepped out of the shadow of the oasis and let loose a call that would carry for miles, so propelled by his baritone vocals.
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Post by lexis on Apr 18, 2006 20:01:52 GMT -5
The youthful femore was just starting to crop on the emerald greens when the call reached her sandy colored auditives. She aburtly lifted her curvature and planted her flint firmly in the russet sod. The faen then released her own tune, one that was strident, potent but held some sound of her juvenile standings. Yet it told a story about what this yougin had gone through in her short time on this planet, happiness, triumph, defeat, hatred, love, yup everything you would expect from a neutral.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 19, 2006 15:21:55 GMT -5
His cry relinquished its initial intensity as his pillars commenced to carry him across the landscape towards the return call. His melody rose and fell, doubling back on itself for reprises and variations that spun the image of rough waters, the ocean that he loved and hated so much, and which his alliegence lay with. The sea had stung his wounds as well as healed them, had torn him from fair lands as well as unfriendly ones. Just as his soul did, the cristalline ocean reflected both light and dark, the only visible portion being the surface which deceived the hidden depths below.
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Post by lexis on Apr 22, 2006 15:48:05 GMT -5
Sierra stayed wgere she was awaiting the brute to come nearer. Her audditives tuned in to the sound and relized that his tones held sometihng that reminded her of the ocean.
(Sorry its so short I have lost my muse)
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 25, 2006 15:54:51 GMT -5
He came within sight of the faen, letting loose a call of greeting that seemed rather plain compared to his melody of late. Striding forth on dual-beating canons of blackened iron, he approached within a few yards of the young minx and halted, his princely cranium inclined in a gesture of respect. His fine obsidian strands floated down to rest upon his arched crest at this ceasure of movement.
(You poor museless people. Lol.)
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