Title: The { Queen } Of { Sheba }
Description: {Entering} Balqis Ghaniyah
Description: {Entering} Balqis Ghaniyah
Spirit Dancer - April 6, 2008 01:50 AM (GMT)
Under a lover's sky,
I'm gonna be with you,
And no one's gonna be around.
If you think that you won't fall,
Well just wait until,
Till the sun goes down.
Underneath the starlight starlight,
There's a magical feeling so right,
It will steal your heart tonight.
You can try to resist,
Try to hide from my kiss,
But you know, but you know,
That you, can't fight the moonlight.
Deep in the dark,
You'll surrender your heart,
But you know, but you know,
That you, can't fight the moonlight,
No-o you can't fight it,
It's gonna get to your heart.
There's no escaping love,
Once a gentle breeze,
(Once a gentle breeze)
Sweeps its spell upon your heart,
And no matter what you think,
It won't be to long,
'Till your in my arms.
Underneath the starlight starlight,
We'll be lost in the rhythm so right,
It will steal your heart tonight.
- Can't Fight The Moonlight by Lee Ann Rimes
Peach colored hooves were hidden in the emerald hued grass, as I stood beside the stream; dark violet pools staring into its crystal clear waters. With a toss of my small, ivory tiara, my violet gaze flickers upwards to sweep the grassy field that surrounds me. I was not a patient femme, needless to say, as I sighed exasperatedly when I saw that I was still alone. Not even another mare some distance off.
My canvas was an iridescent pearl; glossy in the sun's golden rays as I sidled beside the running stream. The only thing that defaced my glossy canvas was my charred muzzle. Snow colored curls fell in thick, silky tresses down my slender boa and across my small, exquisitely dished tiara. The dishing of my tiara, small muzzle, silky tresses and frame conformation gave away from blood lines like if I had just yelled out the answer. I came from a long line of Sultans from the Far East, and was pure Egyptian Arabian - the purest breed in the world, some said.
-UNFIN. If you want, you can post if you're interested. <3-
Spirit Dancer - April 23, 2008 01:24 AM (GMT)
[x] Prodding! <3 I can't muster anything else for Balqis's intro. [/x]
Horsegirl - April 23, 2008 02:23 PM (GMT)
{~ May come later with Luke or Poseidon. ~}
Spirit Dancer - April 24, 2008 11:24 PM (GMT)
[x] Alright-y. =3 [/x]
Horsegirl - April 25, 2008 12:27 AM (GMT)
{~ And the winner is......Luke!! Woo..... ~}
Elongating snowy pillars flicked out in front of my bod, as I went on in the showiest trot I could muster. Auds and orb swiveled and glanced around, searching for one that I could bring to Avalon. I knew with my scraggly appearance, I had barely a chance, but I had to try. Nares stretched, catching the breeze that flowed through, and carried on it scents, some new, some old. One of the new ones was incredibly fresh. Finally, one of the dames was here. I headed through and finally arrived in front of her.
"Greetings, my lady. I am Lukeriah, a member of the Avalon Plains. I apologize in advance, for my appearance does not even muster enough to get close to your beauty. Merely say so if you wish to send me on my way if I am not enough." Cranium bowed to her, maw dipping below my chest, crest arching. I made sure my forelock covered my eye socket, so as not to give her a fright. I'd keep that hidden until she could trust me.
{~ Bleh. Enough, though, right? ~}
Elongating snowy pillars flicked out in front of my bod, as I went on in the showiest trot I could muster. Auds and orb swiveled and glanced around, searching for one that I could bring to Avalon. I knew with my scraggly appearance, I had barely a chance, but I had to try. Nares stretched, catching the breeze that flowed through, and carried on it scents, some new, some old. One of the new ones was incredibly fresh. Finally, one of the dames was here. I headed through and finally arrived in front of her.
"Greetings, my lady. I am Lukeriah, a member of the Avalon Plains. I apologize in advance, for my appearance does not even muster enough to get close to your beauty. Merely say so if you wish to send me on my way if I am not enough." Cranium bowed to her, maw dipping below my chest, crest arching. I made sure my forelock covered my eye socket, so as not to give her a fright. I'd keep that hidden until she could trust me.
{~ Bleh. Enough, though, right? ~}
Spirit Dancer - April 25, 2008 01:27 AM (GMT)
A slight scowl had started to tug at my charred lips in frustration, snow colored curls snapping as they flicked from side to side behind me; frustrated with the population that existed outside of these Meadows. Only when the stallion's scent invade my nares, did my attention turn to him - dark violet pools fixating him with a tantalizing stare. Dark pools scanned his scarred frame carefully, though delicate audda remained forward to show he had my attention. He was taller than my smaller frame by a hand, more or less. I dipped my own dished tiara in response as he finished speaking; scowl gone, replaced with the ghost of a smile.
"A pleasure, Lukeriah. I am Balqis Ghaniyah, or more simply Belqis," I replied, my light voice crisp with my Arabic accent. A brow arched slightly, before my charred lips formed more words, "You make yourself inferior, in an attempt to flatter. It isn't necessary, you know - most mares like a stallion who is an equal to them."
"A pleasure, Lukeriah. I am Balqis Ghaniyah, or more simply Belqis," I replied, my light voice crisp with my Arabic accent. A brow arched slightly, before my charred lips formed more words, "You make yourself inferior, in an attempt to flatter. It isn't necessary, you know - most mares like a stallion who is an equal to them."