Title: Is There Such A Thing As A Soul Mate?
Description: Romance Raven
Description: Romance Raven
sassaboo - January 21, 2008 07:59 PM (GMT)
Who would've thought I'd be alone for this long? Certainly not me, that is for sure. And definately not my mother, or the stallions who thought they could get to me just for a foal. What is it with stallions these days? All they want from mares are foals, nothing else. It's like they've never even heard of the word love. I for one think a mare should be courted by a stallion before making up her mind about whether or not he is her match. Very few stallions have actually tried to court me, others didn't have a clue what to do. None of them seemed to be my match.
And don't get me wrong, I like to be complimented on my looks and am pleased that stallions would think a nice foal would come from me, but I am more than looks. As are all other mares. So if you come up to me today and expect me to just jump right into your harem of mares, you'll just be turned down and see me walking away with my head held high. I will not join a harem either, oh no. I believe their should only be one mare to a stallion. It gives them a stronger bond, and stallions won't have to play favorite. Mares won't have to worry if they are better than another. And it's al based on a thing called love.
If you haven't noticed, I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic. Even my name is Romance Raven, I was born to be a romantic. To dream of my prince charming that will sweep me off my feet, someone who will love me for who I am, not /what/ I am. That would be a mare, for those of you who didn't quite get that. Some say love doesn't exist, some say there are no such thing as soul mates. Well I believe differently. Everyone has a soul mate, and sure, there are probably more than one for everybody. But you should only need one, not several. And in a world where foals, and the way you get them, is the highest priority to stallions, finding true love isn't exactly the easiest task.
And I can not tell you how sick I am to see couples, or harem masters, telling their mares that they love them. Even if they've only known them for a couple weeks! Let me tell you, that is infatuation. Not love. It is lust. Not love. Love takes time to grow... Yes, for a select few, there may be such a thing as love at first site. But it usually takes a while for them to realize it or admit it. Yes, I am picky if you haven't realized it. Don't even bother trying to approach me if you already have a mate or harem at home. I want to be your one and only, not your one of five.
I want to find someone who will make my heart skip a beat everytime I see them. I want someone who will make me weak at the knees everytime we touch. Someone whose very voice I can almost hear in my sleep even when we are miles apart. Someone who will take time to know me, take a couple weeks to court before asking me to be his mate. Impossible? Perhaps, but I can dream, can't I? I warned you, I'm a hopeless romantic searching for a prince charming. Though coming into these lands, I'm not so sure if I'll be able to find him.
The Desert Oasis, where the neutral mares such as myself wait to be taken. Although I'm not really a neutral, or a light, or a dark. I don't really have an alliance. Though most mares wander off to be a part of a harem, not a soul mate. Kings often had more than one mare, and I garauntee you I will not be a part of that group. If I do become mates with a king, he better not have a harem. And if he doesn't, he better not plan to make me one of several because I will leave him with no regret.
I continued on with my thoughts while I wandered throughout the light claiming grounds, occassionally eating some of the grass or sipping that the water in the stream. My bay coat, splashed with white and ebony, shone beautifully in the sun. Well, at least that's what I'm told, I can hardly see myself, you know? For one, I'm kind of short compared to a lot of equines nowadays at 15 hands. And my hazel eyes can only see so much of my reflection in water, and I can only look back over myself so far. But, I should be enough to catch some attention around here...Now all I have to do is wait, how long that will be, I don't know....
((She's a light-nuetral, so....yeah xD Stallions that swing from lgiht and dark are good, even a dark stallion that leans towards being neutral....))
Spirit Dancer - January 21, 2008 09:58 PM (GMT)
Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell,
It was love from above, that could save me from hell,
She had fire in her soul it was easy to see,
How the devil himself could be pulled out of me,
There were drums in the air as she started to dance,
Every soul in the room keeping time with there hands,
And we sang...
Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
And the voices rang like the angels sing,
We're singing…
Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
And we danced on into the night,
Ay oh ay oh,
Ay oh ay oh,
And we danced on into the night.
Like a piece to the puzzle that falls into place,
You could tell how we felt from the look on our faces,
We was spinning in circles with the moon in our eyes,
The room left them moving between you and I,
We forgot where we were and we lost track of time,
And we sang to the wind as we danced through the night,
And we sang...
- Into The Night by Chad Kroeger (feat. Santana)
"Save me from hell.."
The words, slurred by my brogue accent, sounded so alien to me. So unfamiliar was the tone, the octave; everything composed within my deep voice that uttered those words. And then, even in her language. My hues, reflecting that unknown tone from my deep voice, were a very dark topaz - almost black. But the anger I had been feeling was now grief and regret. Regret from not being there in time, for not watching her every movement.
'Why did I have to be so arrogant?'
If only I hadn't been so posessive. Would my dear Isabella still be alive, though? I had my doubts. I'd made alot of enemies from my old home, and despite knowing that she was stronger than I had seen her to be, they all had it out for me. So, one of those conieving bxstards killed her to get to me. They knew I was too strong to be taken down, even with more than just one or two brutes. But she wasn't. She was different from us, alien to our quick wit and blinding speed. We were warriors, we were hunters. We were rutheless. If anything has changed, maybe it would be how brash I used to be. Now I wasn't. It took alot of time, and alot of hesitation, to break through the cloud of despair that shrouded me.
A single, dark audda flickers forward from my veil of sable waves as dark topaz hues registers that I'm somewhere new. Somewhere different; some place I've never seen. Nostrils flare a brillant pink compared to my charred maw, registering the scents of others, old and new, lethargically. Muscles tighten underneath my dark steel colored canvas; making themselves and their attached tendons very visable. Unsure of what I had to do, or where to go, I waited, knowing that my 17.2 hand frame would be noticed eventually.
-FIN-
sassaboo - January 21, 2008 10:12 PM (GMT)
God, this was boring. Did all mares have to put up with this while waiting here? And I had already tried the light lands, but nobody came. I guess there aren't enough single light stallions. Figures. So I had moved on into the desert land, trotting smoothly over the sand. It didn't seem like there was a whole lot here either, not even a few mares. It could be because their are usually less horses of the nuetral alliance, and even less of those without an alliance.
With a sigh, I stomped a hoof boredly. Not a second later, a tall figure was seen in the corner of my eyes. A stallion, no doubt, with an interesting dark coat that was at least two full hands taller than me. My ears laid back for a second, unsure of what he would do as I saw him tighten his muscles. I relaxed a bit, I had to give him some sort of a chance. Not the most handsome in my opinion, and a bit stocky for my taste as well, but I'll give him a small chance. I warned you, I am picky when it comes to selecting a stallion.
Slowly I approached him with my head held high, he didn't really look like he knew where he was or what he was doing here. He had muttered something earlier that I could barely understand, his tone thick with a foreign accent of some sort. "Uh...hello?"
Spirit Dancer - January 21, 2008 10:42 PM (GMT)
Dark topaz hues blink, slowly, as if my brain wasn't really registering something. Dark hued audda flickered forward at the painted mare's words, as topaz hues flickered towards her. Thick pillars shifted and hooves shuffled noiselessly; which to some, may seem unnatural. But to me, it was something that I'd gernally accepted since birth. My movements were always eeriely quiet, and unnervingly fast for some. Thus, would explain why my movements may of seemed slow and forced.
I didn't want to scare away anyone. I couldn't afford it - since Isabella had been the only one to accept my unnatural grace and speed.
"Hallo, domnisoară."
The words fall flawlessly from my charred maw without a moment's hesitation, and within a split second, my brain registers that maybe she doesn't know Romanian. "Hello, miss. Please pardon my insolence; I've forgotten that most don't know Romanian," I recover quickly, trying to restrain my thick accent as best as I can while dark topaz hues watch her carefully from underneath my thick sable forelock.
[ Translation: ]
1. Hallo, domnisoarã
- Hello, miss
I didn't want to scare away anyone. I couldn't afford it - since Isabella had been the only one to accept my unnatural grace and speed.
"Hallo, domnisoară."
The words fall flawlessly from my charred maw without a moment's hesitation, and within a split second, my brain registers that maybe she doesn't know Romanian. "Hello, miss. Please pardon my insolence; I've forgotten that most don't know Romanian," I recover quickly, trying to restrain my thick accent as best as I can while dark topaz hues watch her carefully from underneath my thick sable forelock.
[ Translation: ]
1. Hallo, domnisoarã
- Hello, miss
sassaboo - January 21, 2008 10:52 PM (GMT)
I raised my brow as he started to speak in something I couldn't translate in years, before he apologized in english. Romania, hmmm? That's a pretty good distance from here, what had brought him so far? His movement startled me for a second, with his silence and speed, I could be stuck with a foal before I could see him run behind me. Making a mental note to stay alert around him, I struggled to catch onto the words he was saying. "It's alright, at least you know English. My name is Romance Raven, Raven for short if you'd like. What brings you so far to these lands?"
I've had so many meetings with brutes before, I knew it was useless to try and play games or not getting straight to the point. It would all lead to the same thing, whether or not I was going to leave with this brute. My guess was a no, unless he was a better charmer than he seemed to be.
Spirit Dancer - January 21, 2008 11:19 PM (GMT)
I could see the questioning in her eyes; there wasn't a doubt in my mind what she was thinking. Every equine I'd come across would, and probably did, wonder the same thing:
"What brings you so far to these lands?"
Do you want the truth, m'dear? I'd ran away from her memory, from her smell; from everything that was associated with my Isabella. Ran like the coward I wasn't. I ran like the coward my father thought I was, which only made him smug for once since my older brother's betrayal.
But I doubted you'd want to know the whole truth behind my reasonings.
Dark topaz hues scrutinize her features silently as she spoke, noticing the brief startle I'd caused with my sudden movements. I'd have to remember to make everything slow.
"A pleasure, miss Raven. I'm Edward Rahe, but call me Edward, I beg of you," I reply calmly, a mannerism that was familiar with me by now. My deep voice lightenes with my playful begging, before it dropped back to normal to continue. "I'm a traveler; I have been one for a while now. I guess I must've stumbled into the wrong place. Well, maybe the right place, depending from what view you're looking at it."
It was a small lie, but it was mostly the truth. I was a traveler - I always enjoyed new places and foreign cultures.
"What brings you so far to these lands?"
Do you want the truth, m'dear? I'd ran away from her memory, from her smell; from everything that was associated with my Isabella. Ran like the coward I wasn't. I ran like the coward my father thought I was, which only made him smug for once since my older brother's betrayal.
But I doubted you'd want to know the whole truth behind my reasonings.
Dark topaz hues scrutinize her features silently as she spoke, noticing the brief startle I'd caused with my sudden movements. I'd have to remember to make everything slow.
"A pleasure, miss Raven. I'm Edward Rahe, but call me Edward, I beg of you," I reply calmly, a mannerism that was familiar with me by now. My deep voice lightenes with my playful begging, before it dropped back to normal to continue. "I'm a traveler; I have been one for a while now. I guess I must've stumbled into the wrong place. Well, maybe the right place, depending from what view you're looking at it."
It was a small lie, but it was mostly the truth. I was a traveler - I always enjoyed new places and foreign cultures.
sassaboo - January 21, 2008 11:26 PM (GMT)
I gave him a small grin as he begged me to cal him Edward, nodding to him in agreement that I would. I looked around as he spoke of this being a right place, or a wrong place. This was just the place I had to be, the place I had to wait at until I was brought away. But he had just wandered here, and I highly doubted he was waiting to be claimed by a stallion, hehehe....
"Well, unless your waiting for another stallion to come and take you away, you've stumbled into the claiming grounds. There are three of them, so the actual herdlands a bit farther that way." I tossed my crown to the direction of the herdlands, stepping backwards to make it easier for me to look up at the much taller brute. It's difficult being short sometimes, but at least I wasn't a pony. I've seen them before, poor things, having to look up at beasts up to ten hands taller than themselves.
Spirit Dancer - January 21, 2008 11:42 PM (GMT)
I chuckled softly at her remark, shaking my diadem in response. Charred lips struggled not to smile, however; I couldn't how the fangs that signified my lineage. It was the only trait my half-brother, Vladimir Dracula, our father, and I shared. Unlike my father or my half-brother, I only craved blood. But that wasn't a positive statement to add in a coversation, now was it?
"Unfortunate for a poor fellow, but no. I don't think I'll wait around to be claimed by another stallion," I humored, topaz hues flickered away to scan the Oasis for a brief moment. Lightened hues returned to Raven, afterwards.
"The claiming grounds? Interesting, I must say. A different perspective of courting, I suppose?" I inquire, naturally curious. In my homeland, stallions courted mares of equal rank, or slightly higher or lower ranked, than them. Often bethrovals were made from birth, but courting rpoceedings were disasterous as well. Fighting often broke out - results in a few deaths - and family feuds were common. So you had to be careful who you courted, and how you reacted when courted yourself.
"Unfortunate for a poor fellow, but no. I don't think I'll wait around to be claimed by another stallion," I humored, topaz hues flickered away to scan the Oasis for a brief moment. Lightened hues returned to Raven, afterwards.
"The claiming grounds? Interesting, I must say. A different perspective of courting, I suppose?" I inquire, naturally curious. In my homeland, stallions courted mares of equal rank, or slightly higher or lower ranked, than them. Often bethrovals were made from birth, but courting rpoceedings were disasterous as well. Fighting often broke out - results in a few deaths - and family feuds were common. So you had to be careful who you courted, and how you reacted when courted yourself.
sassaboo - January 21, 2008 11:58 PM (GMT)
Whoa, whoa whoa! You mean to tell me that courting has not died from the face of the earth in this world? It's like the human world of dating, sure their are some problems and some relationships from hell, but sometimes you just find that one person... But it seemed courting had been lost from the equine world for decades, at least on this side of the planet. I was pleased to know that this stallion had at least known about courting, unlike many brutes that just went 'Hey pretty lady, wanna join my harem?'. Ha, I laugh in those brutes faces, no I do not want to be a part of your harem you imbecile.
I gave a snort, flicking my ears back with distaste at the cultures of romance here. A land called Hopeless Hearts, and they don't even know of the term courting. "Indeed, to even find a stallion who knows the meaning of courting a mare is rare here. In these lands it's mostly with mares coming here, wait for a stallion to approach them, they talk for a few minutes, then she joins his harem. But that's why I've been here so long, I refuse to be a part of a harem just as well as I refuse to become mates with or say I love someone I've only known less than a day..."
I grew quite, realizing that I had started talking quite a bit. Not my fault I just wished I could find a stallion with my beliefs and whom I could be courted by. Ugh, life's too complicated sometimes....
Spirit Dancer - January 22, 2008 12:11 AM (GMT)
From birth, I'd come to realize that I should start expecting the worst of things. But her explaination of things here both repulsed me and made me more curious; had this equines not heard of Chivalry? How backwards are their societies..?
"Really? In all honesty, I thought that most knew of Courting," I reply, the astonishment was evident in my voice, as well as my curiousity. "I can understand why you've waited for so long then, m'dear. I doubt that most mares enjoy the life of a harem mare." I pause, briefly, before picking back up on the conversation. Harems weren't unknown back home, nor are they popular. They were frowned upon and called "barbaric"; we practiced monogamy without hesitation. I suppose I'll always be that way."
"Really? In all honesty, I thought that most knew of Courting," I reply, the astonishment was evident in my voice, as well as my curiousity. "I can understand why you've waited for so long then, m'dear. I doubt that most mares enjoy the life of a harem mare." I pause, briefly, before picking back up on the conversation. Harems weren't unknown back home, nor are they popular. They were frowned upon and called "barbaric"; we practiced monogamy without hesitation. I suppose I'll always be that way."
sassaboo - January 22, 2008 12:27 AM (GMT)
I rolled my eyes at his comment of mares disliking harem life, it sure didn't seem that way to me. No, seriously, go take a look at all the mares who are head over heals for their harem masters and best friends with fellow harem members. When and if I ever get a mate, I'll make it clear that he will be mine only. And if any little mare comes up to him and tries to seduce him away from me, I garauntee you she will have some problems with me.
"Not really, a lot of mares I've seen are indifferent to harem life. I could never be a part of it, but so many I've seen thrive in that lifestyle. I was raised differently though, I guess it was just a tradition with my old herd instead of at every herd. And since I was raised that way, I'm sure I will always believe it to be that way."
Spirit Dancer - January 22, 2008 12:38 AM (GMT)
I frown slightly, as dark audda pinned back. They enjoyed it? That ceased all curiousity about the subject. From now on, it was a subject that I wouldn't discuss. And if the land I resided in consisted of a harem, then I'd distance myself from the Lord. Simple.
Though, I knew that I'd feel some sympathy from the poor brutes that were so easily seduced by random mares, and lost everything. His mate, his children; whatever he had. That would be one thing that I'd treasure the most, including my beliefs of monogamy.
"Then, pardon my crudeness miss Raven, I better be damned if I ever adapt to that life style."
I pause briefly, trying to think of something to divert our conversation elsewhere.
"So, the different herdlands that you spoke of earlier - are they divided up into alliances as well?"
Though, I knew that I'd feel some sympathy from the poor brutes that were so easily seduced by random mares, and lost everything. His mate, his children; whatever he had. That would be one thing that I'd treasure the most, including my beliefs of monogamy.
"Then, pardon my crudeness miss Raven, I better be damned if I ever adapt to that life style."
I pause briefly, trying to think of something to divert our conversation elsewhere.
"So, the different herdlands that you spoke of earlier - are they divided up into alliances as well?"
sassaboo - January 22, 2008 01:31 AM (GMT)
I excused his language, in fact I was rather glad he did say that. If not, it may have suggested he didn't have a problem with that lifestyle, and we may have had a problem. I was grateful for the change of subject, flicking my tassle against my flank as I nodded.
"Yes, well...Mostly, there are two lands that are not. One, has no alliance whatsoever, and rumor has it zebras and such live there as well. The other lands, well, I'm not exactly sure what's there, strange tales come from there. It's said to be around, but apparently only a select few can actually find it for some odd reason."
I paused for a moment, curious about whether or not this stallion also followed alliances. He didn't seem like much of a dark, I suppose a nuetral would work, because he wasn't too light either. "If you don't mind me asking, what alliance do you follow?"
Spirit Dancer - January 22, 2008 05:15 PM (GMT)
"Two lands without alliances? I've never heard that, even with living with my father," I replied, the curiousity reappearing in my dark topaz hues. Though, if one looked close enough, I could probably garuntee that my hues were starting to lighten up as my mood lifted considerably. "One that no one can find, and one that every type of equine can live in. I've never heard of such a thing."
I shook my head slightly to go with my statement, as dark audda listen to Raven continue to speak. They flickered back at the mentioning of my alliance, before returning to their forward stances hesitantly.
"Yes, and no, in a way. My father is Dark, as dark as they can get, but I was his bastard child to a peasent mare. A light mare; who raised me in such views until my father found out about me. He tried to change my attitude towards others to his own, but he failed. So I guess you could call me a Neutral." I reply, topaz hues darkening a few shades as they turned away from Raven for a few seconds. "What about you, then, Raven?"
I shook my head slightly to go with my statement, as dark audda listen to Raven continue to speak. They flickered back at the mentioning of my alliance, before returning to their forward stances hesitantly.
"Yes, and no, in a way. My father is Dark, as dark as they can get, but I was his bastard child to a peasent mare. A light mare; who raised me in such views until my father found out about me. He tried to change my attitude towards others to his own, but he failed. So I guess you could call me a Neutral." I reply, topaz hues darkening a few shades as they turned away from Raven for a few seconds. "What about you, then, Raven?"
sassaboo - January 22, 2008 08:53 PM (GMT)
He had never heard of those who didn't follow alliances? Maybe it was a new thing, as being part of an alliance went back for centuries. Listening to his story, I realized his story was not much different from my own. "Eh, my story's pretty much the same as yours. But I don't really have an alliance, I guess I'm neutral if I do. I don't like to have to pick between alliances though, you are who you are, not what an alliance defines you as."
((Can't think of much =( ))
sassaboo - February 5, 2008 01:36 AM (GMT)
(( SD? ))
Spirit Dancer - February 5, 2008 01:52 AM (GMT)
My brain worked carefully; analyzing and extracting any hidden meanings in her words. M brow furrowed, only because I was slightly put-out that I couldn't read her as easily as I could with other equines. Other equines were open books - their life's story just begging to be read from their faces and their optics. Only two other people could hide such information from me; my father, and my Isabella. I inhaled sharply, as I unintentionally remembered Isabella. I probably would never forget, but I knew I could heal my broken heart eventually.
I nodded my head softly, as I realized Raven was done speaking. "Yes, that's how I see things. Even if my old...society's structure was built slightly different, it had the same basics. Yet, I don't think I'd fit very well in the "Neutral" category."
I nodded my head softly, as I realized Raven was done speaking. "Yes, that's how I see things. Even if my old...society's structure was built slightly different, it had the same basics. Yet, I don't think I'd fit very well in the "Neutral" category."
sassaboo - February 5, 2008 02:03 AM (GMT)
"Then what are you? Or, shall I say, what do you think you are?" I asked, knowing very well that my opinion of what he thought his 'alliance' is could be very much different from his own. He seemed pretty nuetral to me, otherwise he had no alliance like I considered myself. If he thought himself a light, for some reason I really couldn't see that... If he thought himself as a dark, I had yet to see any sign of him being a dark. Though, I understood that some darks could mask their identity, even blending in with the lights before pouncing in attack.