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Post by Angelness on Apr 5, 2006 16:44:30 GMT -5
Bay painted fae raced towards the valley at an all out gallop, her white tassels whipping through the air with grace. The cool mid-afternoon air stung her face, as she tested the speed of her body, and of her pillars that were originally meant for agility. Reaching the valley at last, she pulled her head backwards, locked her forelegs, and bent her hindlegs, until she was skidding in the dust and grass in what was almost a sitting postition.
She rose on only slightly shaky legs, and shook her long mane. She almost sent out her scream for a stallion, but thought better of it. A scream would attract a dark; a cry would attract a light; neither was likely to attract a neutral. Nah. She'd wait. She'd probably made enough noise coming in, anyways.
ooc: My muse is dead. *weeps at her muse's funeral*
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Post by Scarecrow on Apr 5, 2006 17:11:14 GMT -5
A pleasurable sound reached Chantex Shadow's ears, ne of his favorites, of galloping hooves. Standing at the edge of the Valley, he looked up, but saw nothing. It was pretty empty. No scream or cry came along with the gallop. Perhaps it was a mere stallion? Though the valley did seem pretty empty, it would probably be a while before true neutrals started coming... then again, anything was possible... ith hopeful thought in mind, Chantex Shadow started at a gallop down the Valley. As he ran, a single, lone, equine came into view. His heart leaped. It WAS a fae! And, snce no cry or screech had been emittted... a neutral? Chantex Shadow started to slow down as he got closer and closer, until finally, he was at a stop and a couple of feet away from her, respecting her space.
What have you been named? He asked, not sing either "dubbed" or "cursed". One was light, the other was dark. He didn't even say "m'lady", because she was certainly not his "lady". If he got lucky, though, she might be his fae, though.
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Post by Angelness on Apr 5, 2006 17:19:37 GMT -5
I 'twould be Narea. Who are you to inquire? She asked, speaking words that could have easily been mistaken for light, had the tone not been noted. It wasn't dark; it wasn't light. It was somewhere inbetween, as was she. It had a tone to it, that much was certain. The bay fae didn't speak in monotone. It was more... Undescribable. It was words. That was all. Nothing more, nothing less. Just as she was a horse. Nothing more, nothing less. Not a god, not an angel, not a demon, not the devil. Just a horse.
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Post by Scarecrow on Apr 5, 2006 17:26:30 GMT -5
Chantex Shadow immediatly like the fae. She was a perfect balance of dark and light. She was a true neutral. It was surprising, what stories could be told by one's voice. His turn.
I be named Chantex Shadows, born neutral, raised dark. It was his casual greeting to any, but as soon as most heard "raised dark" they turned away, and thus, Chantex Shadow was cast into a loner's train of thought. What would this fae think?
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Post by Angelness on Apr 5, 2006 17:41:25 GMT -5
Your point is? She raised a brow in question, as she asked. Does the past REALLY matter? You were raised dark. I don't give a damn 'bout that. ((Sorry 'bout the d-word... >.<)) Are you neutral NOW? THAT'S what I care about. She snorted in disgust at the fact that he even cared to MENTION that. So he was dark. Did that matter all that much? Maybe to some other fools, it does... She thought, and decided to let it slide. Perhaps he was just checking. It WAS a good thing to know. After all, the past didn't matter to HER. But maybe it did to other equines; unworthy ones, in his book, perhaps? Maybe SHE was unworthy because of it? Well, if he doesn't like my life style, he can find another fae. She thought, with an inside laugh. Yes. She didn't NEED him. He didn't NEED her. They'd just be useful, handy, and nice to have around during hard time, and nice times. It wasn't a need. It was a lust, a passion, and a desire. The light part of her was showing through more than it ever had at the very thought, though at the same time, the dark part of her was screaming out with a lust for killing, a passion for pain, and a desire for hate.
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Post by Scarecrow on Apr 5, 2006 17:45:29 GMT -5
Chantex Shadow allowed a dry laugh.
Born neutral, stay neutral. He pawed the ground in a shrugging gesture. At least, in my case. The fae was stubborn. He lked that. He like anyone that would stand up for themself and what they beleive in.
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Post by Angelness on Apr 5, 2006 18:36:12 GMT -5
She nodded, as she started to feel slightly bored. What else did he have to say? What else did SHE have to say? She wasn't sure about the stallion 'fore her, but she had little else to talk about. Small talk was stupid, and a common hobby of the lights.
ooc: (sings in a horribly off-key voice) "Oh where, oh where, did my little muse go? Oh where, oh where did it go?"
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Post by Scarecrow on Apr 5, 2006 18:44:25 GMT -5
The conversation was getting a little too long, and Chantex Shadow hated long conversations. They interuppted his train of thought.
Do you want to come with me to the Black Sunset Valley? Or would you rather stay and wait for a- he raised a brow- worthy stallion?
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Post by Angelness on Apr 5, 2006 18:50:32 GMT -5
Sure She drawled out, figuring that if she didn't like it, she could leave. And there didn't seem to be many other horses - much less neutral stallions - around at the same time. So regardless, it was him or nothing. Absentmindedly, she flicked a fly off her hind leg, and another off her thigh, as she waited for him to lead the way.
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Post by Scarecrow on Apr 6, 2006 15:06:56 GMT -5
Chantex Shadow dipped his head in response, then turned torward the Black Sunset Valley and started off at a fast paced walk.
(Answering Machine) This is Scarecrow's muse. I have taken a vacation to the Alps, and since I'm muse, I won't be able to post on the vacations board. Sorry. Please leave your name, adress, where you keep your money, and your house keys. Have a nice day.
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