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Post by Artemis on Apr 5, 2014 21:43:12 GMT
Artemis's hooves thudded softly as she made her way along the cold creek cemetary. Her ears were pricked, acoustics cupping any faint noise that might come to them. her blue eyes scanned around, watching for movement. a gentle spring breeze ruffled her ash and ivory colored mane as her dappled/dun pelt gleamed in the warm sunlight that cascaded down through the trees.
she inhaled deeply enjoying the wonderful scents that came with this place. there was the scent of blossoming flowers, earth, grass and a few other scents that were wonderful and terrible at the same time. She omitted a soft snort through her nares as she found a shady spot beneath a tree and stood under it, letting her back hoof rest on its tip. Her whithers rippled a little to keep the flies away.
Her long tail whipped her flanks, squashing any unwanted pests that landed on her hide. She closed her eyes enjoying the quietness of this place. She came here to think and just to relax. it was her favorite spot. she shifted her weight and wondered if anyone would come and join her today.
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Post by Renier on Apr 8, 2014 18:16:06 GMT
He was not a solitary creature by nature, he made himself that way. His lies were easier to keep straight one only a few were involved. Yet, here he was, staring out over the rotting cemetery. It seemed so peaceful….too peaceful. He wanted to change that. This was not his home, his home was long gone, burnt to the ground and settling with ash and perhaps beginning to come alive again. Yet, with all his patience, he could not wait any longer. He enjoyed this place, it was quiet. It was, in its own way, cold and foreboding. The tall grass could not hide the stones that marked the death of others. It was a place of silence, a place few came to.
Today, however, as he emerged from the shade of a group of willows, their drooping branches and leaves shrouding him in cover no more, he found another. A lovely little thing, sultry gray that deepened into ebony down the legs, ash seemed to mingle in the mane and tail, the mare was beautiful. His ears flicked forward as his head raised slightly. She seemed to be enjoying the quiet, the solitude. I should interrupt that… He mused, his blackened form pushing further into the sun as he approached her slowly, calmly, as if he had all the time in the world. To Ren, there was nothing but time, no reason to rush anything- that’s how mistakes were made.
“Peaceful, isn’t it?” He mused as he approached, his cool blue eyes shifting away from her as his head turned to look out over the graveyard. He stopped when he was a few feet away, carefully giving her space…for the time being. He didn’t want to ruin the game before it had even begun and so, he continued his chivalrous act until he had a better feel of her. “I’m Renier, or Ren. May I inquire your name, miss?” The words were smooth, deep as thunder, but gentle. It was a sound meant to charm, but by the calm in his eye, it was obvious he was not there to sweep her off her feet, he was merely being polite. He hated being polite. Inwardly, the words tasted like bile, wishing he could have been rougher with his approach, but no, this was the way to go for the moment.
Renier- stallion- friesian-
(ill have a picture or table tonight)
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