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Post by shadowsareblue on Oct 5, 2011 21:11:29 GMT -5
| I am not a beauty queen/driving in a limousine |
| I'm a girl/but don't call me baby |
The ground beneath Phil's feet was steep, the hard rock clashing soundly against her hooves and the snow crunching underneath her with every step. High above her she could hear the sharp cry of birds, and it was with a bit of a huff that she stumbled to a careful stop, pausing to check her progress up the slope. She wasn't clumsy, per-say, she just wasn't very good with slopes. It had absolutely nothing to do with her ever-so-slight complete and utter fear of falling down the mountain. Nothing. Nothing at all. She huffed again, lowering her head, she forced herself on with an expression of fierce determination. If she could just make a it a little farther, she would arrive at a wonderfully flat bit of land she had found in previous travels, a vast expanse of trees and rivers snuggled tightly against the side of one of the mountains.
Her thick legs worked tirelessly, her raw strength pulling her easily (though a bit timidly), up the mountainside. The sound of rocks falling pulled her out of her focus, her eyes widening and a yelp escaping her lips as she felt one of her legs slip, the ground giving underneath it. She caught herself barely in time, her breath coming out in large puffs of air and her face strained. That, was exactly why she didn't like climbs like this. She was a draft horse bred to traverse these mountain paths, and although she had plenty of strength and stamina, she was just a tad lacking when it came to agility, even while it was a trait her breed was known for. It led her into some tricky situations on the smaller mountain trails. Slowly, to make sure she didn't have a repeat of that little blunder, she looked behind her to check out what she'd slipped on, her creamy mane falling over her face and into her caramel eyes. Her fall had, annoying enough, been the fault of a small pile of pebbles, badly placed under her left hind leg. Of course it would be pebbles that almost sent her falling to her doom.
After gently sliding her leg back in place, this time testing the ground beneath her first to check it's stability, she resumed her steady climb. If she was being honest with herself, which she usually tried to be, she would admit that the hill really wasn't the back. In fact, up until a few feet back, the path had been quite nice, with barely any hill to it. It was only now that she'd gotten far enough up the mountain that the paths became steeper, and it was mostly because she had to cut across the side of the mountain to reach her destination. Of course, when she was nearly paralyzed with a strange mix of fear and determination, honestly wasn't that much of a comfort. To make herself relax a bit, as she was still rather shaken up from her near fall, she pulled her hooves into a steady pattern, absently counting it out - [teal]“one, two, three... four!”[/teal] finally, after only a few more minutes and blessedly few slips, she grinned with victory as she was close enough then to see her goal only a few feet in front of her. She was so, so very close, and she couldn't wait to be done with this horrid endeavor.
Despite all her fuss, and the still tangible sense of fear she displayed, it would be a lie if she said she hated the mountains. As she had said before, she liked to be honest with herself enough to admit that, in fact, quite the opposite was true. Even with the ridiculously sheer drops and the perpetually frigid air, she thought they were spectacular. The sweeping views, the endless forests of pines, the frosty white snow, and even the occasional mountain goat; she loved their charms. Another thing she loved about the mountains was the privacy. They were quiet, isolated, and she would rarely run into another soul, apart from the aforementioned goats and the miscellaneous other animals; a fact she adored. Others of her species... Well, to be frank, they terrified her.
She made it the last few steps to the top with only a few well timed surges, her body providing all the lift she needed to clear the last rock and spring up onto the ledge. Wonderful beautiful solid ground was beneath her at last and she was thrilled. A quick, cursory glance at her surroundings showed that little had changed ,despite the time that had had passed since she had last seen this area. It was another thing she loved about the mountains; changed came slowly here, time seeming to creep along so slowly you could barely notice it. The weather would fall in curtains of now, and the pines would grow needle by needle, everything shifting one at a time.
[teal]Comments:[/teal] Took me forever, but it's my longest post yet at almost exactly 800 words! I hope you like it~
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Post by kallielestrange on Oct 14, 2011 0:17:49 GMT -5
It was days like these that Atreyu truly appreciated. You woke up, and as the day went on, little things added up to perfection. His mind was sharp, good things were happening. And it was such a bliss time of year, showcasing his beautiful home. He'd come to love it, in the short time he had resided here. Beginning years of his life had went by so grudgingly slow, and the whole time, his heart had felt so... grudgingly out of place. Among these pines though, never bothered by heat on his thick skin, thick coat... It was home, simply put. Every time he stepped his hooves gravited to the right spot, he slithered without struggle in these peaks, gliding and slinking among them. By now he knew every cranny of his domain.
Lonesome travels took him to places that caught him up in their beauty, and he felt all the more attached to this place. It was to one of these reftuges he trekked, a lumbering pace through the climbing forest. The terrain slowly grey steeper, rockier, slippier per say, but it was a lazy incline. The massive tilted trees cast a shadow on the stocky stallion. At first glance Atreyu appeared taller, wider than he really was, although he was still wider than most horses. His general bulk disguised a graceful fluidness, that became apparent after you got over the size of him; His frame had a more elegant shape to him, a little unnatural for a stallion, yet somehow never demeaned him. It wasn't just this lack of intense gruffness and muscle, on an already hefty horse that gave way to his blood. Atreyu was an abstract painting of white, black, and large inquisitive blue orbs. His pattern cookie cut, parts of him appearing black with more white, and vice versa. He was equally of both if you put the pieces of him together. Zig was a nickname humans had give him, for the way the ebon and milk harshly split his face in two... (He would never mention this fact to any equine.) It was on this Picasso that crudely weak rays of sun tickled, setting him in a good mood, and he was thrilled, overly so, for no apparent reason on this day. Things were good, that's the best way Atreyu could put it. Yet it was more so that he was just positively optimistic, by nature, on most days.
In truth, his pleasant, well thought out demeanor was a trait of his breed, though he would never reject it. He was bred to help, to be strong, to be a friend, and that not only meant to humans, but equine too. He was also made in the mountains, though Atreyu would never knew it, the home of his ancestors. Accounting for his never misplaced step on the treacherous terrain. He strode with ease, and let his mind wander, enjoying the careless stroll. Vaguely he thought with anticipation of his destination, but eventually his mind trailed to other things. He was tired of the lonesome... dull... neverendingly un-exciting days. He craved for others around him, and vaguely wondered if such a beautiful hom was worth the recluse. Very few, if any since he's arrive, at least to his knowledge, would venture upwards into the crevices where he domained. It was just too much, too strenous, time consuming and to what point would it serve. It contributed to the lonely days Atreyu spent, him and his pines.
The Pines. Now the tendrils of his thought brought him to another pondering. He intended to stay here, he assumed, and the mountains... Even in the context of name did not suit him, or his place. He sometimes wondered what, if anything, might he come to dub this place, but The Pines amazingly stuck to his brain. It was just as he was rolling and turning this thought around his head, that one glistening, white pinnacle very slowly rotated on Atreyu's head. It picked up the slightest tustling of dead grass, twigs, and skidding rocks, followed by a sharp yelp of surprise. Brow furrowing his body rocked to a silent stop, and he noted it sounded like a femmes voice. Defying the urge to snort, he took a tentative step, and then another, cautiously making his way up the incline. Atreyu moved at such a pace, that was slow it, was only his much surer footing that brought her into his vision, climbing below him. He pulled just a few inches back sharply, lifting his broad head up to keep her in eye. She cut a path across his land that zig zagged, roughly reminding him of his name. He snorted, quietly, and slipped back into woods, approaching her overlook from a different angle.
In the few short minutes he spent, carefully weaving his way to meet this visitor of his midst, he roved over Phileus' image in his head. She appeared close to his build, and though slid a little, seemed to naturally walk the mountain. His heart thrilled, in his subconscous, at the prospect of another vaguely like him. And her coat was an exquisite gay, falling into another, though different, category of unique he fit in. Atreyu's pace quickened, until he was a mere ten feet away, the nickered, stopping. Now he stood slightly below of her, and looking up, thought instinctively her sillouette against the sun and sky was one of the more beautiful sites yet he had seen in his home. He barely tried to hide the way his icy eyes drank her in, yet he couldn't help quipping "Can I ask what is of interest of you, so far up here?"[/b]
ooc: mine is a lil' longer than yours, but I got a little carried away!! XD And if a sentence is chopped, then the other half shows up, message me to fix it, my laptop does that, I scanned it, but sometimes they still slip up. : o
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Post by shadowsareblue on Oct 14, 2011 15:02:40 GMT -5
| I am not a beauty queen/driving in a limousine |
| I'm a girl/but don't call me baby |
She enjoyed the silence that surrounded her for just a few moments, letting herself drift away into the calm that came from just peaceful beauty. Her breathes still came rather quickly as she recovered from her rather nerve destroying climb, the puffs of air visible in the frigid cold. The dark gray blanket of clouds above her just started to part, and she smiled a bit as the sun just poked a single tendril through, lighting up the entire face of the mountainside. It was magical, undeniably so. It wasn't all that surprising when you considered how distracted she was, but she was completely unprepared for the voice that cut through her thoughts.
"Can I ask what is of interest of you, so far up here?"
Phil would love to say that she reacted calmly. That she turned smoothly with a smile, and introduced herself with a smile and a nod, impressing Atreyu with her poise and confidence. Unfortunately... Nothing, absolutely nothing could be farther from the truth. As soon as she heard his voice she, well, she freaked. It wasn't even so much the fact that she was terrified by him, which she was, but more that she hadn't even noticed his arrival. Given the terrain, she should have at least heard the slide of a rock or the crunch of pine needles and snow. But, no, she hadn't, and now she was caught completely unaware. Of course, she hadn't really expected to run into another horse this far from the normal paths, and she never had before, but she cursed herself softly in her mind for making assumptions about these sorts of things. Always be prepared for anything, it was a lesson she lived by and one she thought she'd already learned.
Her muscles quivered with a nervous energy as she realized then that she'd just spent far too much time contemplating this stallions arrival, and not nearly enough time actually responding to it. Although she didn't want to, she knew that she couldn't just ignore him. Not only would that be rude, but his voice intrigued her, and it sounded kind. She was scared, very scared, but she hated being rude. In her opinion, rudeness was one of the worst things; she'd been brushed off enough in her life that she positively hated doing it to others. So it was with a deep breath that she gathered her composure as best she could. She used the calm of her surroundings to relax, letting herself drift away with the wind just for a moment, the wind breezing through her mane and the sound of birds bringing her back to reality and centering her. It was then that she turned to face the mysterious new stallion for the first time.
As soon as she turned toward him, the first impression she got of him was that he was stunning. She flinched away a little with a blush, finding herself a little overwhelmed. It was definitely not an observation she made often, especially when you considered how little contact she had with her kind on most days. Whatever she had expected when she first noticed his presence, it definitely was not this. He was tall and broad she noticed, and had all the other markings of a fellow draft horse. But never in her life had she seen a draft with such a delicate face and colorful coat. His eyes were just as unusual she thought as she glanced up toward his face, large and icy blue. It was as she saw this that she also noticed the look in those mesmerizing eyes, and it was one that made her shiver. If she didn't know better, she would almost say that he was looking her over, something she knew to be impossible. It would be nice, she mused, to be noticed, but she wasn't one for deluding herself.
Finally, cautiously, she decided she would give this a try. She could do this, she just knew she could. Usually she was fairly good at masking her nerves, and pulling herself together long enough to make at least the barest bones of small talk, so that was what she'd try. Although she'd probably already made a bad impression on him by standing there like an idiot with a blank look on her face, looking him over. She could only hope that she could change his opinion when he got to know her. Or, that is, if he bothered to stick around long enough that she could. Horses usually didn't, in her experience, stallions especially.
[teal]”Ah!... Um, well, hello. I'm just wandering through here, I like to travel, you see... I'm, uh, Phil. Well, Philleus, but I go by Phil most of the time. It's easier. It's nice to... nice to meet you?”[/teal] By the end of her little tangent, she was barely speaking loud enough to be heard. She didn't think she'd ever been so embarrassed. Which said something, because she spent a lot of time being embarrassed. Sometimes she even felt like she was rather expert at it. The problem she was having now though, was that usually she could at least fake calm, but apparently there was something about this new face that threw her off. It was really too bad though, because she'd actually hoped to get a chance to know him, something that was so very unlikely now that she'd gone and made a complete and total fool of herself.
She knew she looked almost as awkward as she sounded right now, to make everything even worse. Her eyes were wide and her ears were angled back, and she just knew that her nerves were as good as written all over her face at that moment. But she really couldn't help it, and she was nearly past the point of caring. All she wanted to do right now was run away. Her hooves shifted nervously in the snow as she waited for his response, and she used the icy sensation as a grounding point. She knew what would happen next, it was what always happened. He would snort, or laugh, or roll his eyes before cutting her sharply with his words and turning away.
[teal]Comments:[/teal] Oh wow. This is officially the thread to get carried away in xD I've now broken 1000 words. I'm not even sure how I did it, it just... happened. Sorry if there's a ton of grammar/spelling issues, I hope you can see past them! (Feel free to tell me if there are any that are too ridiculous for life and I'll fix them  )
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Post by kallielestrange on Oct 15, 2011 22:07:10 GMT -5
The nervousness took over her frame, and he felt slightly guilty on coming upon her unawares. He couldn't really help it, the way he had learned his terrain, and mastered the ability to slink through it undetected. To him it was, well, part of the job and had become a habit. He grinned, bemused at her fumbling over words. Tossing his wide-set head up, the scrutinizing eyes were legitimately glued on her, and he himself felt stalled for words. Seconds were scrutizingly slow, and he felt a hotness creeping up his nape. He was losing composure, and what, dear god what, was the reason. Dismayed with himself, he pulled his frame forward, very slowly, pine needles barely shuffling despite the size of his hooves.
Atreyu snorted, if nothing else just to fill the silent gap that followed her words. She travelled, ah... His heart twinged. So that is what normal horses did. Suddenly he gripped with a fear that was new to him, a fear of rejection. In the short time he had travelled, he had no issues with the ladies, to an honorouble extent. But standing before Phileus, he wondered if she would reject him for his lack of battle scars; badges for the horse who lived thier whole lives in the wild. Reject him for being 'closed' his life, tame, so to say.
Shaking his head, he glitched off to the right, coming even with her. What could he even possibly say. Large round nostrils loosed another snort, this one a more antsy than the one before. A subconscious habit began to take into effect, and absentmindedly the lighter, and left, of his fore hooves swiped lines into the sod. One paw in. Pause, pushed out. Pause, pawing it back out. She said it so hesitantly, he wished she was bolder, he meant her no harm. Still, he didn't back away from her, because the thought of moving away from her made him cringe. He had heard of this feeling before, fleetingly, and it amazed him that it was no striking him.
"If you prefer Phil, I'll refrain from using it, but I rather prefer Phileus. Why do you travel, have you no home?" His harks leaned forward, and with them his neck stretched a slight few inches. "I do hope it's nice for me meeting you, nearly as nice as it is, for me, to be meeting you." Perhaps it was the way she drew into herself that made him nearly so bold, so forward and with confidence in his speach. In a way, he hoped his ease with her would provoke a more outgoing respone. He was desperately curious about her, this Phileus, the first to appear to him on the mountain. He was reminded of stories, ones told about thier over-seers, creators. Goddesses who appeared to the mortal equines, sometimes coming to them on high, golden ledges, or through ethereal mists of a waterfall. It was becoming harder and harder for Atreyu to hid the loopy grin creeping up his mug.
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Post by shadowsareblue on Oct 18, 2011 18:25:50 GMT -5
| I am not a beauty queen/driving in a limousine |
| I'm a girl/but don't call me baby |
Philleus found her breath speeding up just a fraction, shifting with surprise as the stallion moved toward her, her heart beating just a half beat faster with every step he took. Oh, goodness, that was definitely not the reaction she had expected for her clumsy words. Well, there was a first for everything, or so she had been told. Her face softened as she watched him paw at the ground, it was the first truly horse-like action she had seen from him so far. With his elegant steps and finely chiseled physique, he seemed so otherworldly.
"If you prefer Phil, I'll refrain from using it, but I rather prefer Philleus. Why do you travel, have you no home?” his voice sent shivers down her spine, and she found herself grasping for an answer in her mind, too preoccupied with the slowly closing space between them. "I do hope it's nice for me meeting you, nearly as nice as it is, for me, to be meeting you."
[teal]”Philleus is fine, um... Oh dear, I don't actually know your name...”[/teal] her eyes were drawn to the soft snow covered ground as she replied, focusing intently on the patterns that the pine needles made. [teal]”It's... a pleasure to be meeting you, most definitely.”[/teal] with this, her eyes flicked back up, a small smile working it's way onto her face. She wasn't sure what it was, but she did know that this amount of fluster was unusual, even for her, and she needed to get it under control. He seemed to be so gentle, and the way he spoke to her hinted of things she could barely consider, let alone that she ever expected to encounter.
It took her a moment to think of what to reply to his original question, and she bought some of that time by addressing the other matters at hand first. [teal]”I travel mostly because, well, it's something do to... I love learning about the world...”[/teal] She spoke softly as she replied, knowing it was a short answer. But it was a question that she really didn't know how to answer in depth. Traveling was something she enjoyed, and had always just... done. It wasn't as if she minded it, as she really didn't, but she'd never been given much of a choice about it. She'd never had any sort of prolonged companionship, so it was either travel and learn, or stay in one place alone and bored. The choice was easy, really.
[teal]”Uh, so, what are you doing up this far?”[/teal] shaking out her mane a bit, as the wind had pressed it hard into her side, she finally volunteered a question of her own. No matter her ridiculous hesitance, she was interested. She refused to blow off the small chance she had been offered.
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Post by kallielestrange on Oct 18, 2011 23:38:10 GMT -5
"Oh dear, I don't actually know your name. She avoided his gaze, and he felt nervous for a second, quickly tilting back-aways from her. His muzzle nodded an inch in apologetic acknowledgement, chuckling a bit. "I am sorry, I am Atreyu." Certainly he was caught up in the moment, he figured, if he had forgotten to even introduce himself. He was just so intrigued and curious about her, it was a little befuddling. Drawing himself up, and away from her, Atreyu couldn't help glance reproachfully at his surroundings, towards far off peaks, above gorgeous, some winding, valleys.
He felt for a second a little intimidated by her, which was a even stranger feeling, since few mares (in the least) intimidated him. It wasn't a physical intimidation, though there was no deny power coursed through her and she was quite sturdy. Rather, she mentally intimidated him; She was a thinker, that much was undeniably so, and he also envied her worldli-ness, and travels. True he had spent some time travelling but the urge to stake his own in life eventually took over. His attention suddenly flicked, and a smile stole teasingly across his mug. What was he doing up here?
"I am a new resident, but thus far I have claimed it, and in the process of turning these..." He paused for a second tossing his crania towards the unmoving, still mountains, before continuing, "desolate lands into a herd, at the least a functioning one." The recent swagger he had felt since becoming a 'lord' didn't seem important to show off to Phil. She seemed like she could care-less of such things, but there was a hidden strongness in her, though he couldn't guess how he could tell. Maybe he was just blinded by her beauty, but he doubted it. She had strong bones, and was suited to the mountaings, he thought. "You know, this is a pretty dangerous climb, all the way up here anyway."
The crazy way he had been taken with her at first glance left traces of excitement in him, and he could not sit still. It was an unusually good day, despite the weak sunlight, and he shifted his weight continuously for a few seconds. Stepping aside of her, he ventured to where she had stood, looking out over them. Even though he yearned for travelling, how could he ever leave such glorious sights. The blanket of snow, perfect, yet marred with patches of trees, stretches of rock. The life here was innocent, rabbits fleetingly across a stretch of land, or a nose of a deer before scrambling off. No, he wouldn't leave, though he admired her for being able to move about to freely..
Turning towards her, Atreyu was struggling with his words, and tried so hard to mantain a cool facade. "Phileus, you should stay here. You would be free to wonder as you please, in the surrounding regions as well, but you are suited to this land, and I seek horses much like you." He never felt the butterflies, the teetering short of breath, when approaching other vixens. The words he spoke had a note of pleading in them, and though he didn't add it, it would pain him to see this star-crossed crossing of paths to come to nothing. Yet he had barely known her, though he knew he wanted the assurance of seeing her, knowing she had a place to return to, and that place was him home as well.
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Post by shadowsareblue on Oct 19, 2011 0:07:57 GMT -5
| I am not a beauty queen/driving in a limousine |
| I'm a girl/but don't call me baby |
Atreyu. Philleus finally had a name to match with the incredible stallion in front of her. Somehow, the name fit him better than she could have expected. It was beautiful but strong, hinting of his grace. Her tail lashed softly as she watched him, feeling herself relax just a margin as the barest hints of her composure returned. Again, she let the coolness of the air and wind relax her, pulling her out of her thoughts. It was a technique she used often, whenever her balance was thrown past what she could normally rationalize. Somehow, she felt like she'd never had so much trouble centering herself in a conversation as she did now. She refused to ask herself why; there were some answers she would rather not think of.
Ah. He had claimed the land... She nodded to herself slowly, partly to acknowledge that she'd heard him, and partly because that particular piece of news caught her off guard, but not badly. There were few horses that recognized the beauty that controlled these lands, and even fewer were willing to take them on as a challenge. Pausing, she gave him another quick glance. It made sense, she though, that Atreyu would take on this challenge, of all stallions. It was clear he was suited to the terrain, perfectly suited in fact, and there was an unshakable confidence around him. He would meet whatever expectations he was exposed to.
"Phileus, you should stay here. You would be free to wonder as you please, in the surrounding regions as well, but you are suited to this land, and I seek horses much like you."
The instant he finished speaking, her entire body froze in shock. That... had been the last thing she had ever expected him to say. Her mouth quivered, and her eyes felt like they had to be saucers on her face. Never, never in her travels had someone asked her to join them; let alone a stallion like Atreyu. Her mind whirled at a mile a minute, scrambling to process what she had just heard. Forcing her breath back into her body, she chewed on her lip, mulling over his offer. The idea of having a home... Of having a herd, which was essentially an extended family...
Her body still half frozen in surprise, she brought her eyes to meet his, aware that she must seem a little desperate. But this was the offer she had been both avoiding and looking for for so long. So, to have this amazing stallion offer it out of no where... It was terrifying. But even through her fear, everything clicked into place and she knew what her answer had to be.
[teal]”I would love to join you. It would be... just... amazing,”[/teal] her answer came out slowly and quietly, but there was no doubt that it was firm. She was sure of her answer.
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Post by kallielestrange on Oct 19, 2011 1:14:12 GMT -5
The way Phileus looked at him when he stated the bursting question, caused the shaken up stallion to draw back a pace. He could tell she thought he offered it thinking she needed it, and Atreyu wished he could just express that the real reason was he had a canny feeling his heart would crave her from this moment on. His lit up, ocean like vissionaries shifted from her again, somewhat shamedly. Still though, this moment passed rather quickly, and he again was flying. It was terribly difficult for him to refrain from dancing about her, thrilled that he had finally found himself a companion.
Lazily, white threads flicked around his ankles, and he felt like a great stress had been lifted from him. Wow, on those good days, it was like the good never ended. Randomly he noted how one good thing was the lack of bugs. Sure, there were some frightening spiders, but some of the higher elevated areas, where the chill was much more, lacked things like flies in most seasons. Eager to show off his home, he took a few steps towards the surrounding woods, a line cutting across it, instead of up and down. "Would you like to see some of the.... important, or unique areas? I'm thinking of a name for here, but nothing fits it's majestic just yet." It was amazing, being near someone who shared something of his, and something so wonderful. Clearly, his life in captitivity did not stop his strong nature to draw towards other equines.
There were only a few, if more than three or four, quick ponderings that she would move on, whether soon or in the coming months, even years. The quiet but sure way she accepted his offer settled him, but not entirely so. This fear is what kept him a little more silent than he would like to be, always there between him and others(though it was no lie, he was quickly becoming taken with her).
"There are a few creeks... you should know where to find water, but there is a spring-" He stopped, grinning at her. "Let's just say, you've never tasted anything so clean and wonderful." He gazed at her, thinking. What else would she need armed with, what accomodations did she require. Shaking himself back out of daydreaming, as he began to zone out on thoughts of the two off them, resting warm in a cave, cozied up but still warm in winter. "Grazing, I wouldn't recommend the weak stuff up here." His withers pulled up in a shrug. "It is better sought down below, but there are a few easy to get too, and somewhat flat places. I can show you, if you wish, or you could... look on your own time." He hoped Phil would allow him to introduce to her to her new dwelling, but feared she may be overwhelmed, and he still thought he sensed a bit of tentativeness in her aura.
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Post by shadowsareblue on Oct 19, 2011 16:42:04 GMT -5
| I am not a beauty queen/driving in a limousine |
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Philleus kept half an ear on Atreyu as he spoke to her, but her thoughts were still riding on the heady feelings of happiness that came from being offered such an amazing home. She reigned herself in with care after a few moments, hoping to avoid offending him so soon into their association. Her ears perked up as she listened to his offer. Although she knew the area fairly well from past visits, there would be no harm in taking a bit of a... refresher course, if you will. Not to mention that she would rather hate to part from him so soon.
[teal]”I would love it if you would show me around,”[/teal] her response was eager, excited to see what he could show her. [teal]”It all sounds so wonderful,”[/teal]
With gentle, though excited steps, she followed him as he moved just a few steps toward the forest. Approaching him as she did now, she realized something for the first time. She was... well, she was taller than him! The new piece of information startled a small laugh from her, more aptly named as a giggle of sorts. She stopped almost as soon as she started, slightly horrified by her own nerve, and shuffled her hooves against the snow, feeling almost frustrated with her endless cycle of embarrassment. It was true that she hadn't been expecting it though, as Atreyu somehow managed to seem so sturdy, his cool confidence lending him the impression of a size larger than he was.
[teal]”Oh, er, sorry... I was just lost in my thoughts for a moment there...”[/teal] her stumbling words were back once more as she apologized for her outburst, but she was thankful they weren't nearly as bad as they were. Though, that wasn't really saying much as she wasn't sure she could speak worse than she had before.
A little smile seemed to be stuck permanently to her lips as she inclined her head, the soft tangles of her mane falling into her face. With a bit of a blush, she flipped her flaxen locks back out of her face, a bit embarrassed at the fluffy, knotted state of them. Somehow, she could never manage to keep all the tangles out on her own, which... Well, she almost always was. Faintly, she could recall a time when she still lived with her birthing parents as a young foal, and her mother had always been there to pull the knots out of her mane. She'd always been one to run through the wind and roll in the grass, so there had always been plenty of snarls to be worked out, to her mother's endless dismay.
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Post by kallielestrange on Oct 19, 2011 19:30:11 GMT -5
As they delved into the forests, stepping through the snow drifts of varying depth. Every few steps you may, or may not, sink father into them, following the dips and rolls of the mountaindside. His eyes, their light blue coloring enchanced by the blaring white, and blaring sky blues, trained on her mostly, only trailing away if she caught him regarding Phileus. He shoved the trillion questions dying to flow from back down his throat, and cleared it, inwardly snorting. He made a note to travel lightly, wanting rather to enjoy the experience and get to know her a little more.
Her sudden outburst of laughter surprised him, and his pinnacles tilted back, slicking down on his head. It could sometimes be a funny sight, as one was black and the other white, and the expression of befuddled amusement was often enertaining in itself. He snapped his gaze back on her, drawing his crania back in mock insult. He doubted she was actually laughing at him, but Atreyu found this horse not exactly difficult to read. She just seemed withdrawn, and a little nervous to open up to him. Atreyu nickered deaply, his teeth stealing out sideways to tease at her tangled mane. He simply adored her wild appearance, vaguely touching on the thought he maintained a some of the well-keptness about him from when he was a 'stable' horse.
Lost in her thoughts... Atreyu could relate well. Often he found himself in the same situation, taken away in far back realities, becoming caught up in what used to be. It was a concept he often concentrated on, the aging experience, and where he had come from, to where he was now. His mug nodded slowly, before turning to strain at the weak foliage. The spring wasn't far, but he vaguely noted nightfall coming. He wondered if it would frighten her, the darkness that would cover even the snow. Though he used those white paths to guide him. In all honesty he loved the twilight, but he wished to reach the natural stream before it came, at least.
"I find myself in the same way." He spoke eagerly towards her, pushing their tread a little fast, his tail twitching with never-ending anxiousness. Oh dear, how he wanted her to drink up his surroundings in the same way he did. Maybe there was a past-bred love for it she might not know, but he doubted a horse who treasured the wonders of the world as he would be able to deny it's majesty. "Sometimes I can't help but laugh out-loud either, I think rather amusing things, at least to myself, at times." His deep baritones chuckled, looking at her inquisitively, inviting her to elaborate on her outburst of emotion.
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Post by shadowsareblue on Oct 19, 2011 22:10:40 GMT -5
| I am not a beauty queen/driving in a limousine |
| I'm a girl/but don't call me baby |
Careful not to trip over her own feet as they traveled, Philleus made sure she kept an eye on where she was going and on the ground in front of her, as the last thing she needed at this point was to trip and make even more of a fool out of herself. The endless pine trees stood tall and silent as they moved deeper through the woods, each one just as green and delicate as the last, their needles seeming to drip off of the strong branches.
Each step in the snow left another deep furrow, the pine needles and snow working together to create a fresh crisp noise with every step. She'd never been the quietest of horses, a fact that she was well aware of, but she couldn't bring herself to mind. The heavy sounds of hooves digging into fresh dirt, dry grass, or soft snow was a sound that brought her so many memories, and she couldn't help but enjoy it.
She startled just a bit as Atreyu teased at her mane, a sensation she was familiar with but unused too. Physical contact wasn't her specialty, something which was unsurprising given her past. On top of it all though, she continued to have the feeling that something made him different, made any attention he payed to her worth so much more than what it was from others. For some reason or another, his touch made her heart quicken it's pace and her breath catch, but... No, this wasn't something she should think of, and she promptly banished it from her mind. Again.
"I find myself in the same way. Sometimes I can't help but laugh out-loud either, I think rather amusing things, at least to myself, at times."
The smile that had been hinting on her face through this entire experience widened, as she realized he wasn't going to judge her the wrong way for it. It was a nice feeling, to realize that no everyone would take what she said to heart. At least not for now. [teal]”Ah... I know what you mean. It was just a bit of a trivial thought, I just noticed... Um... Anyways, are we close by?[/teal] she cursed herself once again as she babbled, a rather nasty trait that Atreyu seemed to highlight with ease. It wasn't that he made her... uncomfortable per-say, at least not more than most others, but she wanted so badly to impress him that she seemed to endless do the opposite. Not to mention how he kept catching her off guard.
It was with a half focused gaze that she noticed their quickening pace, her eyes paying what was probably a bit too much attention to the enigma in front of her. She had a vague idea of where they were headed, although she couldn't remember a spring being in this direction, so she wasn't all too concerned about paying full attention to their path. All she really cared about was keep her balance, which luckily hadn't been all too terrible that evening.
A soft sigh escaped her as she realized that dusk was approaching with it's usual haste, absently noting that it was likely the reason for their gaining speed. She wasn't much afraid of the night, but it was well known to any horse experienced with traversing the mountainsides that getting caught somewhere you didn't want to be in the dark was... well, not a brilliant idea. Nor was attempting any sort of long trek by only the light of the moon; the risk of tripping over something or taking a wrong step was far too great, and the consequences were far too severe. That being said, it would be a lie if she said she'd never gone for a late night walk up here in these mountains, just around her chosen resting spot. The silvery light from the moon was a beautiful sight when it lit up the freshly fallen snow.
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Post by kallielestrange on Oct 21, 2011 4:07:54 GMT -5
As his librums lipped at her tresses, he felt her jerk the slightest bit, and Atreyu pulled away, embaressed. It was so terribly hard for him to hide his affection, and he raised his eyes to the descending sun, sending glimmering rays through his beloved treelines. His heart panged, stinging him. How he wanted he wanted her to be comfortable with him. His kissers trailed against her burnt-grey neck, settling for a second before he pulled away with a sigh. He had laid many mares, in reality, yet none had..... Even when copulating, he had never felt as tingly, as aware, yearning for even, just by being close to a horse. Suddenly -he jerked his crania away, starting. He could not be this hopeful...
"Uhm.... We are somewhate close..." He grasped for another subject, anything to change the focus from his tentative touch, her shudder, and his backing off. Atreyu acknowlwedged the silence, then his pallet tilted, watching her footfalls. Ah, hooves near like his, rounded and formed with their shared ancestry blood. He watched her pace beside him for a second, and then his bulky physique stalled. He jerked back, mischief twinklng in his eye. What could he possibly do to get her to simply...be at ease, herself, around him. Cerebrum dipping down, velvets, playfully pushed at her pillars; He had noticed how she took care in her step. He laughed, a clear, rumbling, sure, laugh.
Nosing her hocks, the ocean collpred occs looking up at her in gentle muse. Snorting into the brush around his feet, he slowly lifted his dial, hoping that the advice he offered might not hurt her pride; In fact, he was rather impressed with her, the way she could move almost, though not quite, as quietly and surely he could about the uneven topography.
"See... When you walk, you are worried about simply stayng upright... Move from that thought, and with each hoof you put down, put your weight on the other three. After rolling... It's like the tip touches, the rest rolls down to find its place, and then you switch your weight. Your hind legs will always follow." Atreyus broad face fell a little, knowing what he said sounded like mumbo jumbo. Then again, she shared the same gneeral ancesterol bloodline, so maybe she would pick up, understand, quickly of what he was saying.
Spine tingling, Atreyu straighented his form, pinnacles leaning into the unknown. It was the silence that got him. Being up here, it was the enviroment where silence meant stealth. Snorting, he must have just imagined the rustling (that sounded roughly of the predatoral type.) He tossed it off, though still cut his physique in front Phileus. It was growing much darker, dusk giving them that 'the day is almost over but remember, everything is golden' glow. He was mesmerized, for a seond, turning vissionaries to match hers.
"Phil..." The words he spoke were almost inaudible, and he cut himself short. You could almost hear the inaudible cough that caught himself. A zenith remained trained on the wood, yet all his other senses were caught in hers. Painfully aware of her stature, he shifted, sending him close enough he could feel the heat radiating off her body. "Phileus... Why won't you relax yourself around me?... I am your companion for now..." Atreyu spoke with a yearning to his voice, but it did not hide his commands- Open up to me. I want to take you. Yet it was a genuine, he desired to know so desperately what kept her a little distance from him. The overload of emotions played on his senses , and for the momen it seemed as if all time was meshed together, a melting of thier scent, sights they shared, even the chill, but not uncomfortable, enviroment around them.
ooc: \Her distantness is whats reeling him in XDDD I had to catch myself getting carried away again.
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Post by shadowsareblue on Oct 26, 2011 1:09:27 GMT -5
| I am not a beauty queen/driving in a limousine |
| I'm a girl/but don't call me baby |
Philleus found herself sighing softly as Atreyu pulled away from her, a bitter sense of disappointment mixing and swirling with a deeper sense of relief. His unfamiliar friendliness and sincerity through her off guard, building a small little pit of nerves deep in her stomach. At the same time though, every time those piercing blue eyes glanced her way she felt her skin warm, prickling in the cold night air. It was a tad absurd how he could simultaneously set her at ease and make her shake, and she couldn't help but be rather confused by her own responses. Normally, she was a bit of an expert at reading her own emotions... But that night, in that aloof winter wonderland, something had changed.
[teal]”That's good... It looks like the dark is approaching with haste...”[/teal] her voice was, as always, hesitant, but she kept her tone light. Small talk wasn't her specialty, but for this stallion? She'd give anything a try. Trying to keep her steps light, she kept following him with care, her legs working hard but not a hint of exhaustion showed in her physique. Treks like this were what she was used to, regardless of the difficult terrain.
"See... When you walk, you are worried about simply staying upright... Move from that thought, and with each hoof you put down, put your weight on the other three. After rolling... It's like the tip touches, the rest rolls down to find its place, and then you switch your weight. Your hind legs will always follow."
With a quick twitch of her muzzle, she paused, her steps faltering momentarily as she pulled them into his suggested pattern. The first few steps were disastrous, more stomps then steps, but her improvement was steady – gradual, but steady. Soon, her steps came a little quicker, a hair more confident, and she found a smile creepy onto her face with every hint of progress. It was a unique feeling, like falling into a pattern she hadn't known existed, one that was both natural and artificial.
[teal]”Thank you,”[/teal] with a soft voice and a small smile, she left her answer simple, for once satisfied with the bare content of her words. She was rather sure that Atreyu would understand what she was trying to say, and the confidence he had gifted her with. It was wonderful to move in a way so natural, one that she had never been taught and never managed to learn on her own. Although he probably didn't realize, the gifts he kept giving her were so precious... Phil didn't think she'd ever met such a generous stallion, and a small sense of pride burned in her chest as she realized that this was who she'd be traveling with now.
With Atreyu's next words, she once again found herself pulling away, her smile faltering in time with her steps, a quick stumble nearly sending her onto the ground. As it was, she recovered quickly, avoiding the embarrassment of a full fledged fall. Her tail flicked absently as her face burned, her breath quickening for a single moment as she pulled her composure back for what felt like the millionth time that night. He had caught her off guard once more.
"Phileus... Why won't you relax yourself around me?... I am your companion for now..."
Swallowing down the nervousness that she knew would cloud her voice, she thought out her answer, hesitance getting the best of her. In theory, she knew that his question was rather basic, and that it was going to come up one way or another, but at the same time... It wasn't a matter she was normally very open about.... She'd dealt with far to much scorn for her answers to be comfortable with the entire matter. Finally, biting down on her general irrationality, she shook her head clear, forcing herself to answer before she backed out entirely.
[teal]”I don't... I mean, not on purpose really, I just... Well, I'm not quite... I mean, I don't really...”[/teal] wincing at her own stilted voice, she pushed herself, gathering her thoughts and trying again.[teal]”I haven't... Really dealt with other horses in a long time. I don't... I don't usually travel with others. Or... I never have, really, not since I left my birth herd. I don't have the best track record when it comes to dealing with... Well, others,”[/teal] Peeking out from behind her fluffy bangs, Phil finished her semblance of an answer, knowing that she was mumbling to her feet from the end, but satisfied that this time it was at least vaguely coherent. It was pretty much the best she could hope for.
[teal]Comments:[/teal] I... got carried away again. I blame you - your posts are too much fun to reply to. Srsly. It's ridiculous.
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Post by kallielestrange on Oct 26, 2011 23:12:20 GMT -5
Oh, how Atreyu swooned over the hesitant sentences she offered him. In a strange way he could sense her uncomfortable-ness, and gave silence a moment on the floor. As she spoke, his eyes constantly flicked towards her, his fuzzley, pink and streaked with a dark patch, nose nodded in emphasis of her words and points. He felt in a certain kind of moment in time next to her, as if they're rough, yet steady path through the woods left a beat in it's trail.
His gaze tripped from Philleus for but a moment, when the mist from his exhales hovered before him, in the way of his motion. His pupils would fixate themselves on the icy spectacles, attention hastily jumping. It was a phenomena to him, and one he greatly enjoyed, every time the sun began to set on this cold region. Focus back on her, he examined her fumbling legs. At first she didn't get it, couldn't find the way. And then she rocked, almost immediately taking to the step he had described with her. Pleased, Atreyu nickered, a few paces drawing his frame closer to her. He knew she would be intimidated, but he couldn't help it, the way he wanted to press against Phil for warmth, wondering of their surroundings, enjoying the familiar chill as one.
Shortly put he was fascinated with her. "That's good... It looks like the dark is approaching with haste...”
"Well, I only fear the cold... But not typically with someone to keep warm with..." He tried so hard to restraining from laughing mischievously. Teasing he bumped into her, trying to avoid her eyes. The way her forelock fell, absolutely... endearing. She was beautiful, and a surge of pride rippled through him. She was also his. For the time being. No. Don't think of that. He couldn't think of her leaving, of the way he would humiliate herself trying to persuade her to stay. His nape twisted a bit, hanging towards her in their lumbering, but now easy pace.
At the next moment, Atreyu chuckled a but under his breath, lipping at her tresses, acting lovestruck- "You don't have to deal with me, I will never trouble you. I would only worry about you, as I may not always be able to accompany you in your travels... and I do not trust other horses. Especially around a mare of such obvious stature and composure."
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Post by shadowsareblue on Oct 27, 2011 0:03:17 GMT -5
| I am not a beauty queen/driving in a limousine |
| I'm a girl/but don't call me baby |
Philleus found herself giggling slightly as Atreyu nudged her, his actions and words filled with a burning heat that seemed to melt away the frosty air that surrounded them. Unsure, she pressed back against him as they walked, listening to the rumble of his voice. "Well, I only fear the cold... But not typically with someone to keep warm with..." she shivered again as he spoke, but this time she knew it wasn't from the cold. There was a tone to his words, and a desperate sort of pressure to his actions, and she was having trouble keeping up her personal lie. The one that said she was delusional, and that she shouldn't read so much into nothing.
"You don't have to deal with me, I will never trouble you. I would only worry about you, as I may not always be able to accompany you in your travels... and I do not trust other horses. Especially around a mare of such obvious stature and composure." Again, Atreyu had that... Something to him, that Philleus couldn't bring herself to ignore, but didn't dare to name. Somewhere, deep in her barrel of a chest, she could feel the stirrings of a flame, one that she'd previously kept smothered with ice and buried under rocks.
Delicately, or as delicately as one could when they were a massive draft horse, she nudged her muzzle against his neck, breathing deeply against his pelt. She gave herself the pleasure of a single moment to pause and enjoy before pulling away, absently noting as she did so that he smelled like a creature of pine and frost, oddly fitting for the king of a domain such as this. Once more, she pulled herself a step away, finding it hard to keep such close contact after such a moment of weakness.
Her manner on that cloudy night seemed to be a parody of her normal actions, so unlike her usual timidity. It was like someone was playing tug of war with her thoughts, lending her the confidence to initiate any sort of contact with a stallion such of this, but stealing away her voice and her usual facade of a composure. The crunch of the snow underneath their round, dished hooves served as the soundtrack for their climb, the light of the setting sun casting shadows of orange and purple dancing about the pure white snow.
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