Title: The Wind Goddess
Description: Windy
Description: Windy
sassaboo - July 29, 2007 02:18 AM (GMT)
Looking back over my shoulder, I checked to see maybe they had changed their minds and decided to come find me. But no, they never did. All my so called friends decided to go on a trip, telling me they'd be back to meet me later. Nope. Never came back, and so I figured I'd come down to the claiming grounds of this land. Maybe somehow, a stallion will actually claim me and not toss me to the side like I am worthless. I don't know if it's because I am so small, or soft spoken, but I don't blame them. Everyone deserves forgiveness, whether you forget what happens or not. So for now, I'll come and wait.
Approaching the water of the Oasis, I smiled to my reflection. Indeed, at 14.3hh, I'm shorter than most. With my chestnut splattered coat and soft blue gaze, I like to imagine myself as a pretty little one, but that's only my opinion. After all, everyone has different opinions about others...
Annalei - July 29, 2007 02:22 AM (GMT)
His shaggy legs lightly tickled the earth as he wandered about the Divine Waters. Ears tilting in odd directions, his eyes glazed over with a rather bored look. Wasn't there anything good here? His tail lazily flicked back and forth; with no relation to his mane which lightly bounced with each step that he took on the sandy ground. Nostrils vibrated to take in each scent of anything here, all the mares he had seen so far had been well, desperate little wenches that he didnt' want to talk to too.
His own steady rythym of calm steps swirled the soft ground and let the dust drift up behind him. Shaking his head and flinging his long forelock out of his face, dark eyes finally rested on the beautiful scent that he just scent a few moments ago. Her painted pelt shined in the light, she looked magnificent and another perfect mare for his herd. He crept closer with easer as his forelock fell back to hide his large, brown orbs that did seem like black.
Though many thought him ugly, it could be true. The black tresses that rolled from his neck were long and silky, just like his forelock, any mare that wanted a mane like that was envious. The ragged hairs of his tail curled and knotted, practically oposite of his mane for it was long and dragged on the ground. His dark chocolate brown coat was shaggy for being ofhis breed, he was used to living in the cold areas of the world and never seemed to loose that shag. His feathering covered his regular sized hooves as they stopped in front of the mare, he may look draft but he only reached the height of 15.3 HH.
Looking her over once more, a drifting smile licked his lips before disappearing. "Hello miss." he spoke out in a deep, rumbling tone. It was gentleman like though it had a roughness to it. "I am Fralsare, King of the rouge Aska Canyon." His own swedish accent spoke out clearly, yes, his breed and his name and even his own home were Swedish.
ooc: too lazy to post a new intro...
sassaboo - July 29, 2007 02:32 AM (GMT)
((It's alright, xD everytime I see his pic I think of a cute little pony, lol no offense to him))
Looking back to the stallion, I was a bit surprised to see such a drafty looking stallion only about a hand taller than me. With a shaggy coat, I figured he must be in torture lingering around the desert oasis. Dipping my muzzle, I go ahead and give him a soft smile. "Hello Fraslare. I am The Wind Goddess, more commonly known as Windy."
I sense a dark side to the brute, but I will ignore that for now. First impressions mean a lot, but they can be wrong sometimes. Besides, even the lightest goody two shoes have a dark streak to them. Flicking an ear back, I continued to studdy him. Long silky mane by far better than my own short two-toned one, and a tassle long enough to be dragged on the ground. Well, I've seen worse.
Looking back to the stallion, I was a bit surprised to see such a drafty looking stallion only about a hand taller than me. With a shaggy coat, I figured he must be in torture lingering around the desert oasis. Dipping my muzzle, I go ahead and give him a soft smile. "Hello Fraslare. I am The Wind Goddess, more commonly known as Windy."
I sense a dark side to the brute, but I will ignore that for now. First impressions mean a lot, but they can be wrong sometimes. Besides, even the lightest goody two shoes have a dark streak to them. Flicking an ear back, I continued to studdy him. Long silky mane by far better than my own short two-toned one, and a tassle long enough to be dragged on the ground. Well, I've seen worse.
Annalei - July 31, 2007 05:13 AM (GMT)
"Pleasure Wendy." He replied, voice soft and calm. Ears flickered back for a moment and then forward, he did not like the way she looked at him. Letting his tail flick aggitantly, eyes locked onto her rather pretty blue eyes. Quite captivated, he smiled lightly. Shaking his dome, the contact broke as locks of dark hair slid down his face. Shifting his weight, a hoof flattened and a different once rested on it's tip. This mare was quite the beauty in his eyes.
Though he could not tell what of her alliance. So then he would never know if she were to like his home. Along the dark alliances, he sighed. Her first impression was that of a pretty little light, but he couldn't exactly tell though. Maybe of the neutral for he could tell that she could be pretty cruel at times. Shifting his weight once more, he locked his eyes on hers once more and didn't loose contact.
Though he could not tell what of her alliance. So then he would never know if she were to like his home. Along the dark alliances, he sighed. Her first impression was that of a pretty little light, but he couldn't exactly tell though. Maybe of the neutral for he could tell that she could be pretty cruel at times. Shifting his weight once more, he locked his eyes on hers once more and didn't loose contact.
sassaboo - August 1, 2007 12:27 AM (GMT)
"Uh, it's Windy...Not Wendy..." I felt a bit stupid correcting him, I didn't want to seem like a know it all looking down on him because of my correction. But then again, it was my name...
I was made a little nervous with his eye contact, breaking it away myself shyly. The moment was awkward, a little too silent for me. One of those silences where no matter what you say, it'll seem stupid to you and often the other person. But if you stay quiet, well, that's even worse.
"So...What's it like in your lands?" Oh, here I go again. My soft spoken self is ruining a conversation with a new equine by being shy. I should probably work on that...
-Finished-
((Sorry for the crappy-ness of it))
I was made a little nervous with his eye contact, breaking it away myself shyly. The moment was awkward, a little too silent for me. One of those silences where no matter what you say, it'll seem stupid to you and often the other person. But if you stay quiet, well, that's even worse.
"So...What's it like in your lands?" Oh, here I go again. My soft spoken self is ruining a conversation with a new equine by being shy. I should probably work on that...
-Finished-
((Sorry for the crappy-ness of it))