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Post by Essence on Apr 7, 2010 2:02:39 GMT -5
And the mare ambled on, her steps slow, her head downcast.
Above her, warm streams of orange and gold and scarlet flared out from the setting ball of pulsating liquid and unravelled 'cross the heavens, morphing the sky from azure to a furnace of fiery hues. Patchy clouds, smoke drifting out from the fire, drifted here and there, offering no relief from the light of the sun.
The heat was immense. Or was it merely her own thirst driving her mad?
Regardless, sunrays beat down upon her back, so heavy it felt like she burdened an extremely heavy weight. The pelt on her feet darkened with perspiration, and her breath came and went in short gasps. Still, she didn't care. Her mind, like it had been for the past however long, been on him.
He didn't love her, and never had. Oh sure, he'd been fond of hear, at least a little. But she'd fallen in love with him. Recklessly, and quickly, but she had fallen for him.He'd made her happy, but she didn't truly make him happy. Not like the way SHE did. Zephyr snorted again, stopping that thought right there.
Though Storm had been very kind to her, even after she'd found out, the pain, raw and bleeding, drove her away. It was too painful to merely sit and watch it all unfold. And also, perhaps she was angry. At least a little. Mostly angry at herself for being stupid enough to fall for him when he so obviously preferred another's company. But yes, angry at Storm, too, for making her fall in love with him, and for making her believe he felt something for her too.
Once again, the disagreement started within herself. Storm hadn't meant to hurt her. No, he was merely being polite and charming and kind, offering her a place in his land. She'd needed a home and a guardian and she'd taken it as a declaration of love. Or close to one, anyway. That had been her own mistake.
So she'd left him and returned to what she'd been doing before she met him: wandering. She was a nomad, a loner, without a home, family, or lover. She thought she'd find solace by her travels, but all she'd done was pine after him like a lovesick puppy. Still, she'd refused to turn and go back to him, and set her direction of travel as far away as possible, hardly stopping and barely eating.
And now she was so thirsty she felt like she may just colla[se.
Yet, all of a sudden the air darkened above her slightly, and the ground felt cooler underneath her feet. Raising her obs skyward, she realized she was in a grove of trees, pale green and leafing. Branches laced above her head, entertwining shades of emerald and brown. The rich smell of fresh earth lingered, and the crisp taste of fresh water. Water! Cocking an ear forward, she heard the bright plinking sound of a brook, or some sort of pool, not far off.
Her energy renewed for the moment, she picked up the pace, heading straight for the noise until her hooves met liquid. Arching her sinewy neck, she gulped long draughts of the water. It wasn't the best, but she'd take anything now. Atlong last, she lifted up her head once again and took an actual thorough look around.
What she realized made her groan inwardly.
She was in the grove of trees that surrounded one side of Traveler's Field, near the edge closest to the field where equines always gathered. Especially during this time of the year. As she listened, she heard nickers and snorts, steps and voices in the distance. This was the -last- place she wanted to be.
Her only avaliable option was to turn back and go the way she'd come. She had no desire to speak with any brute, especially a charming one. She didn't want to hear their pretty words and petty promises. The faster she left, the better.
Turning around, she pounded through the forest, intent on escaping.
She hadn't gone far when a fallen dead log appeared in the middle of her path. Coiling her leg muscles, she leapt over the rotting hunk of wood, only to land in a huge thornbush patch. Ugly brown in color, nearly dead, the sharp thorns sliced up her legs and caught in her tail. She wobbled, exclaiming in surprise and pain as she tried to fight and pull and tug her way out. But such actions only increased her pain and made her more stuck. Zephyr sighed, tossing her mane out of her face. Fabulous. NOW what was she supposed to do?
((okaay, I guess I'm done. xD sorry, its so long but kinda sucky. it's been awhile since I've used her and it's 2:01 in the morning. xP but yeah... x3))
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Post by x.Serenade on Apr 11, 2010 10:55:59 GMT -5
It was certainly a hot day for spring, not that he was complaining. The cold made him unhappy and angry, though snow was definitely a beautiful sight to behold as it fell from gloomy grey skies. But enough of that, spring had enveloped the land, and the sun beat down with heat-filled rays.
The big Cleveland Bay strode happily through the grasses that swished below his irons. His dark bay dappled hide was growing darker with sweat, though the stag was ignoring it, and the thick taste in his mouth. He knew there was a stream nearby and was not concerned about heat stroke just yet. If he didn't find the stream, then there would possibly be trouble. Bluegrass Murder's large, muscular frame stood out as he made his way across the meadow field thing.
The stream was near, and soon he reached it, stopping to take a good long drink of the cold, clear water. Up ahead was the copse of wood that he was making his way towards. On the other side should the Traveler's Field, where homeless faes awaited a rescuer. No rescuer would he be today, but the kindly neutral stag would happily open his home to any who needed a place to stay, whether for a permanent home, or just a stop and rest before moving on somewhere else.
The impressive stag was lonely, for he was completely alone in his range, in Bluegrass Sea. A beautiful place, it was unpopulated by any besides himself and the small creatures that made their homes there as well. Thinking about the sweat he could feel dripping through his hide, Bluegrass sank to his knees in the stream and did a quick roll, washing off the sticky perspiration from his deep bay hide. He washed it off, a little vain about his appearance when it came to faes.
Splashing through the running waters, Bluegrass aimed for the copse, know that it was cool shortcut through to Traveler's Field, out of the hot sun to keep his newly washed coat clean and shining. He heaved a sigh of relief as he entered the treeline, the sweet scents of the forest swirling into his nostrils. Underhoof, the loamy ground sank beneath his bulk and was easy on his daggers as he made his way through.
The peaceful sounds of the woods were raucously disturbed by a crash and a cry of pain from somewhere nearby. Bluegrass instantly stopped, knowing that sound to have come from another equine. Immediately, he turned, heading towards the sounds of a struggling creature, emerging through the shrubbery to find a pale, pretty fae stuck in a thorn bush. Watching her for a moment, Bluegrass could not help but chuckle a bit, for the aggravated look on her face was priceless.
Having a little trouble are we, my dear? Bluegrass emerged fully to the open space before the fae, inspecting the position she was in, as well as her own person. She was quite pretty, an unusual grey paint with dapples, something he had never seen before and found very attractive. She would probably not be too happy to be found in such a position and requiring assistance, but a plan was already in his mind to invite her to his lands.
Moving a little closer, though out of any kind of striking distance, Bluegrass examined the thorn bush that held her captive. You have gotten yourself in quite a fix here, pretty one. Truly, for she was already bleeding a bit and seemed completely and wholly trapped within the bush. Bluegrass made no move to free her, waiting for a response and unsure how she would react to him.
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Post by Essence on Apr 11, 2010 17:57:33 GMT -5
((Haha, awhs, I luvs him already. x3 <3))
Zephyr sighed, continuing to try to twist one of her legs and slip it out of the thorns, wimpering in pain whenever the sharp plant firmly objected. She tried another leg, but with the same results. She glanced down, trying to see if there was a way for her to escape on her own, noticing scarlet blood welling up and beginning to drip down her hooves. She winced, but wasn't too disturbed at the sight of her own blood. Straightening up, she shook her mane out of her face and attempted to stay still, for it seemed every move she made caused her to become further entangled.
Well, she'd really done it now, hadn't she? Apparently she wasn't even smart enough to watch where she landed, and now she'd have to either pull herself out (and be bleeding severely) or wait until someone came to rescue her.
That thought alone annoyed her more than anything else. She wasn't some stupid, helpless, naive fae that batted her eyelashes and waited for a strong handsome stallion to come and save her from danger. She'd never needed anyone, she'd never (well, almost never) wanted to need anyone, and she hated the fact that now that was what she had to do. Sighing again, she tugged on her tail anxiously, refusing to wince even though it hurt, and snorted in frustration instead.
All of a sudden a chuckle drifted through the air. Flicking her ears forward, her neck snapped towards the noise.
"Having a little trouble are we, my dear?"[/i] A pleasant masculine voice inquired. A large dark bay emerged through the brush to stand a little ways away from her, his eyes regarding her amusedly. Her own automatically narrowed slightly in annoyance and suspicion. "No, not at all, darling," she replied to him, oozing her voice with exaggerated sweetness, to the point of sarcasm.
Oh how wonderful. Right on time, another charming stallion appeared to her. And, of course, a rather handsome one at that. She'd never seen a bay with such a dark dapple color, and this, combined with his muscular frame, was extremely appealing. Just her luck.
Of course, though, his pleasant voice and form just caused her further irratation. She didn't -want- him to see her stuck like this, and she didn't -want- to hear his pretty words. Right? Right.
But, still, she needed to get out of here before she told him to get lost. And he could help her with that. She was sure he'd be happy to help her with that. Even at her lack of response, he moved closer to her, though still out of reach if she wanted to lash out and bite him. How unfortunate. His eyes on the thorn bush, he spoke again. "You have gotten yourself in quite a fix here, pretty one."
Sighing, she rolled her eyes, her sarcasm-dipped tongue already answering. "I can see that. Look, handsome, I'd love to stand here all day and listen to you shower me with compliments, but I'm really not in the mood. Could you just help me out already?" She twitched unthinkingly, shuddering slightly when the pain quickly followed, despite her attempts not to, and gazed at him steadily. "Please?"[/b] she added after a moment, as if in afterthought.[/size]
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Post by x.Serenade on Apr 11, 2010 18:52:34 GMT -5
The sarcasm that oozed from her maw startled a laugh from him as he continued to examine how the thorns were tangled around her limbs and in her banner and tresses. As she spoke again, he looked at her, flicking his auds as he listened. A smile crossed his lips as he listened to her sarcasm, even as she asked for help. He liked her already. She was spunky and not afraid to open her mouth. He liked that. What a pleasant addition she would make to Bluegrass Sea, if she accepted that is.
Turning his attention back to the thorn bush, he raised his brow. This was a fine mess indeed. Moving around her, he gently nosed the branches, seeing where the knots were and how to get her out without causing her any more pain that was necessary. He said nothing as he did so, though he did mean to answer eventually. Bluegrass was so focused on how to solve the problem that he seemed completely oblivious to the world around him.
It was not long until he had figured out what needed to be done and he took a step back from the point where he was going to start and gave a pert bow to the fae. Your wish is my command, ugly. I will get you out soon. Giving her a smirk, Bluegrass went to work.
Grabbing a branch in his teeth, he began to pull, using his daggers to help push and press down on the thorny branches. One pierced his nose, causing his eyes to water, but he continued, moving around the imprisoned fae, trying not to harm her anymore than the bush already had.
Soon he had reached the last entangled branch. And here he stood, puzzled as to what to do. It was wrapped snugly in her banner, with no real good way of getting it out. It was down to pull out a lot of hair, or rip off the branch and hope once it was free of its anchor it would come out. Bluegrass stood there for a few moments, trying to puzzle out a good solution. Reaching down, he pulled a tiny bit at her banner, seeing if there was a way to just unwrap the branch.
Unsure if he had hurt her, Bluegrass stepped back and looked at the fae with an ashamed smile on his lips. Last one, madam. And it is a doozy. Do you just want me to get it out anyway I can? It will hurt, whatever I do.
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Post by Essence on Apr 11, 2010 19:55:50 GMT -5
Well now, he certainly was interesting. Rather than seem deterred from her and her haughty remarks, he seemed amused, if anything. Instead of begging for forgiveness or appearing afraid to upset her, he laughed sincerely as he approached her and began examining the thorns that so mercilessly trapped her. When Zephyr spoke again, he looked at her steadily, a smile playing about his maw before he lowered his muscled neck and began studying the bush again.
How infuriatingly pleasant. No, not pleasant! Awful! Awful and irritating, how he seemed at ease and calm, unoffended and pleasant, and not easy to scare away. Perhaps she was going to have a hard time dealing with him, or getting him to leave her alone. She did -not-, she -should- not want another stallion to deal with right now. But enough of that.
Standing perfectly still, she gazed down at the bay as he encircled her, occasionally touching the branches, but making no move to help her just yet. After a moment, he back away from her a bit, gave her a slight bow, and spoke. Cocking a brow in response, Zephyr swallowed a chuckle and smirked back at him challenglingly. Touche to him, calling her ugly. She supposed that was one way to go about it.
He then proceeded to sift through the branches and thorns, pressing and pulling them away and down from her. She could tell he was attempting to be gentle, so she did her best to remain still and quiet. Occasionally a thorn nipped her or brushed one of her cuts, and though she twitched slightly, no exclamation of pain escaped her maw.
Finally, she felt him pause in his movements, and he explained why. When he tugged on her banner she emitted a quiet gasp of pain as a reflex. The thorns seemed sewed into her very hairs. Twisting her head, she examined her predicament before glancing back up at him and replying, "Just do what you believe will be best. I'll be fine. Just try not to pull half my hair off, please."[/color] I'll rip yours off if you do, she added in her mind, but made no further vocal comment.
Having said that, she dug her daggers into the earth, standing upright and preparing herself for the pain. [/size]
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Post by x.Serenade on May 9, 2010 18:22:13 GMT -5
Bluegrass saw the reaction his experimental tug had caused and his features grew concerned. This was not going to be fun for her at all. A slight smile did come to his lips as he listened to her reply. She was a brave one, didn't want anyone to see her suffering. He watched her for a moment more as she braced herself for the pain. Time to get down to business.
Reaching forward, Bluegrass began working the branch from her banner, lightly unwinding the least trapped hairs, and having to tug thorns from the branch with his teeth, cutting the roof of his mouth several times as he did so. But it was working. Bit by bit, her tail was coming free, until only a little bit was left. Flicking his own banner in frustration, Bluegrass went at it once more, hoping he wasn't causing her too much pain with this process. And trying to ignore her if he was inflicting pain. It was either this or leave her there, and he was pretty sure she preferred not to be left entangled in the thorn bush.
With one final tug, the least of her banner came free. Bluegrass backed away, spitting out hair and thorns from his maw, a tiny bit of blood mingling with the saliva from where a few thorns had cut his gums and mouth. He looked to the fae with concern, hoping he hadn't put her through too much. He spoke after spitting out the last of her hair from his maw. Well, that's all of it. You're free now, though I had to give the thorn a part of your tail. Not much though. He stepped back even further, giving her room to come out of the bush and examine his work.
It was then that he realized that he had not given her his name, nor did he know hers. With a smile and a bow, he spoke once more. Forgive me for delaying introduction. My name is Bluegrass Murder, lord of Bluegrass Sea. Might I know the name of the damsel in distress? The last was spoken with good natured sarcasm, a wicked grin barely held back behind his pleasant smile. He was quite curious as to her name, and also just itching for an opening to invite her to Bluegrass Sea. He was so alone there, and he already enjoyed her personality a lot. She would keep him sane in the blue expanses of his home, and probably improve the already beautiful scenery. But he would have the wait for the opportunity, for the precise moment. Until then, why not know who she is?
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Post by Essence on May 9, 2010 19:05:12 GMT -5
It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be, at first. She could tell he was trying not to hurt her, which she grudgingly appreciated. It wasn't as though pulling thorns out of her hair was fun for him either, she realized with a slight pang of guilt. Still, he'd set himself up for this one, for sure, the charmer. She almost laughed, but then he nudged a bit harder on her banner, and she winced instead.
Really, though, it could be worse. Compared to her legs, this wasn't so bad. Sure, it was a bit painful, but she wasn't too tender-headed, so she'd be fine.
Amazingly, though, it was working. She could feel the tendrils of hair slip out of the thorn's grasp bit by bit. She almost sighed in relief after that, thinking it was over, but then a hard yank on her tail convinced her otherwise. She gasped, a slight intake of breath, but held still, not wanting to thrash about and make matters worse. She could feel it now: the one stubborn piece practically knotted into her banner. She could sense his frustration, and felt it too. Her stupid mistake had caused her to deal with bloody legs, a tangled tail, and probably most awful of all, him[/b]. As if she needed another stallion in her life right now.
Still he had made her laugh. Or, well, almost. And he seemed nice enough. . . wait, what?! What was she thinking? This had to stop now, before she did something stupid again. Typical her, falling for the first charming and handsome stag that-
Zephyr whinnied in surprise and pain, jolted back to the current situation as her 'rescuer', with one final jerk, pulled the rest of her tail out of the prickly mess. He then backed away from her, spitting out saliva, thorns, and (she almost smirked) her hair. He looked at her with genuine concern though as she neatly hopped out of the thornbush and out to the soft dirt.
She shook herself thoroughly, rippling her pelt and sending her banners flying for a second. She then examined herself, gazing down at her bleeding legs. They looked bad, but she was fine, the cuts weren't deep. Her banner and tail looked a little worse for wear, but the shaking had calmed them back down a bit. Overall, she looked fine, considering what had happened.
"Thank you,"[/b] she admitted to the stallion now, gazing back up at him with passive, dark eyes. At his second comment, she rolled her eyes, resisting the urge to smirk. Oh, how clever was he, since he'd discovered sarcasm! He'd surely outsmarted her now, hadn't he? Still, the question he asked had been genuine, in his way. She owed him her name, at least.
"Well, my dear lord, my calling is known to few, but I suppose you've deemed yourself worthy. My name is Zephyr, for the western wind,"[/b] she answered, her sarcasm fading away slightly as she said her title. Still, she gazed at him challengingly, daring him to respond.[/size]
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Post by x.Serenade on Jul 26, 2010 9:54:33 GMT -5
ooc-I AM SO SORRY! Just went right over my head and, well, summer, college coming up and GAH!
Bluegrass cocked his head as he listened to her speaking, the smile still on his lips. Zephyr, hmm? Definitely interesting, and pretty. It fit her, the word seeming to describe her pale coat while taking into consideration her fiery personality. Bluegrass gave a small bow in her direction, acknowledging the sarcasm as well as being polite. Beautiful, and it describes you perfectly, in just the way it sounds, if not what it means. Maybe she wouldn't take to well this comment, but it was out there and he meant it.
The dark bay stag gave a toss of his head, flicking his black forelock from his eyes, allowing him to see her better. He shifted his considerable bulk to another side, relieving the pressure on one side as he though about what to say next. What brought you here into this kind of mess, Zephyr? Don't you have a home and a stag to help you out in a situation such as this?
He was truly curious. Surely a fae as pretty and fun as herself had a stag, yes? But, if she did, why would she be here? Wouldn't she just be happily living in his lands? But, if she was here, perhaps it meant she didn't have a stag and that she was in need of a home. Would she let him offer? She seemed pretty headstrong, and determined that she could take care of herself. He didn't doubt that she could, but he wanted company, and her company was pleasing to him more than any other.
He dearly hoped she would tell him that she was without a home. Little did he know that this just might cause her pain to mention. But he was oblivious to this, ignorant in a good way. So instead he just stood, patiently and impatiently waiting for an answer to his question, hoping and praying he could bring her back to Bluegrass Sea.
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