woe.is.me.FALCONY

[fearless.]

A lone cremello figure danced on the horizon elegantly. Her white tassles flowed gracefully behind her as she trotted across the grassy terrain. Her dainty ears swiveled intensly as she searched for any sound of life. Her nares flared, drinking in every scent imaginable. This land was absolutely gorgeous.

She wasn't exactly sure how she got here...but she didn't really mind. This could be a good home for her if the lead would accept her. Hopefully he wasn't a cruel leader like some stags she had met. She knew one, but for some reason she really liked him. Phate...such a peculiar stag that appealed to all her senses.

Her mind jolted back to reality as she came upon a small creek. The water called out to her, making her saliva glands dry. She lowered her creamy maw into the liquid substance and took a long, cool drink. The water flowed down her throat and into her core. It felt so good to finally get that much needed water.

The mare's painted cremello bodice moved onward, away from the creek. Her hooves pelted the ground in a smooth manner, making her look like poetry in motion. No other creature could move like the femme. Her thick tail flowed behind her like waves crashing against the shore. Her mane covered her entire neck while her forlock hung limply over her ice blue eyes. She was the very essence of beauty.

As she trotted along, her body began to cry out for food. She reluctantly stopped and grazed on a patch of grass in a hurried manner. She needed to find the King of these lands fast. She wanted it set in stone that this was her home. Something about the land just called to her. Made her feel at home. She raised her head slowly and let out a shrill whinny. "Is anybody here?"

[FalconX]

Lonely? Unhappy? He searched for a word that described how he felt. This wasn't the easiest task in the world. Though some appeared to make it such as that. The stallion had no reason to be lonely or unhappy. He had his own land, and his herd was growing steadily. No reason to be unhappy, all those things should make a stallion happy. He couldn't possibly be lonely either. He had mares and was hardly ever alone, no reason what so ever. So, in effect. Those words could not describe his current emotional status. Yet, he was here, alone, and an aching in his heart, or somewhere near there. He entertained the thought of being sick for barely a second. Something was wrong, that was true. But it had to be more emotional than physical. It had to be. It just had to...

The golden stag moved through the lands with ease. His elegantly crafted legs snapping in a showy trot. Why, you ask, does he seem so happy, and yet, his thoughts are sad? Masking his emotions was not what he did. At times, however, it was necessary. Besides, he wasn't sad. Confused? Maybe. It was the only word that possibly explained somewhat of what he felt. Ebony tassles and banner, flew out backward, thrown by the force of the cooling winds. His golden boa arched and glistened with a light sheen of sweat. The sun that shone on him, just seemed to make his sun kissed hide glow. A dazzling sparkle shown in his chocolate brown pools. The rhythmic thud of the stallion's hooves echoed slightly as he continued his hasty trot.

The massive golden stallion threw his head up into the air. His nares wide and quivering as he caught the scent of a mare. A new mare. One that he had not seen - or smelled. A small smile curled the tips of his ink black velveteens. His brown eyes sparkled with interest and his acoustics tipped forward, straining to catch a faint sound. Finally, his efforts were awarded. His harks caught the gentle whispering sound of a mare's voice, calling out into the emptiness. Well, empty of a living equine. Except him. With great care, he picked his way towards the scent. His gaze swiping the area until they landed upon a mare. Quite a beautiful one in fact. With his head held level, he trotted up towards her. "If you count me in that category, then yes. 'Somebody' is here" He gave her a small smile. "The name is Vastos, leader of these lands. May I inquire as to what I may call you?"

[fearless.]

The cremello mare sighed heavily as her cry wasn't answered. Loneliness chewed her insides up as she stood there. Her long, flowing mane lifted off her neck easily with breeze. Her lucious banner blew around her rump as she walked forward a few paces. She really needed someone to come to her...to save her from this pit of achiness.

Her wait was rewarded when she caught the scent of another. A stallion. Her ears pricked with interest as she looked around for him. She raised her delicate head and pranced around quietly. Her creamy body moved gracefully around in a tight circle as she waited for the stag to approach. When she saw him for the first time, she stood statue still as he approached.

"Greetings, Vastos. And yes...I do count you as a somebody." A smile was revealed on her kissers as she looked into his eyes. Her ravishing blue orbs scent a feeling of warmth, but also one of confidence. She flicked her tail and replied cooly, "My blessing is Perfect Image. I have come here in search of a herd..." And maybe a mate...Image thought the last part in her head longingly as she watched Vastos. Such a handsome stallion must already have a mate.

Image's forelock hung limply across one eye as she cocked her hip and waited for Vasto's reply. She shook her cranium, sending the piece of hair flying away from her elegant face. She cocked her head to one side in an adorable manner, one that she wasn't even aware of. She only did it out of habit.

[FalconX]

The mare seemed to be used to this kind of, natural small talk, if you will. Vastos himself was more nervous around mares, but his natural instinct usually won over. Besides, he liked talking. Weird, I know. Not the talking bit, the nervous part. He quickly recovered from his thoughts that lacked in self confidence. He wasn't one to have a big ego or anything of the sort. Usually, this was a good thing. Vastos had found several mares that liked him solely because of this. Other times, it didn't work out so well. That was life, filled with pros and cons.

Vastos tossed his sleek golden head, his brown eyes sparkling with merriment. "Well that's wonderful to hear, it would be just tragic if I wasn't." He gave her a smile, as his pillars brought him closer. He stopped a respectable distance from her however, not wanting to make her feel like he was about to gang up on her. "Ah then, Image, welcome to my humble lands. Or not so humble." He added with a soft chuckle coming from his parted velveteens.

"There is always room in my lands for another seeking a home." His voice was deep and resonated over the lands, holding an authoritative tone, only a lead stallion could have. "I hope my lands please you, and the company as well." He liked to joke around, that was obvious. Yet, he was also quite the gentleman, and could be very serious if the situation called for it. She was pretty, quite the perfect image, her name was perfect for such a femme.

[fearless.]

Image smiled to the stallion called Vastos with he usual grace and calm. It took a lot to unnerve this mare, and this stag seemed pretty nice overall. Maybe she would stay in these lands. The mare grinned flirtaciously as he stopped a few feet away from her. "Quite the gentleman, are we?" A heavenly chuckled esacaped her velvet lips as her blue voids danced.

Image laughed at his reply to her comment and responded cooly, "Ah, yes. That it would be." She smiled jokingly and nodded. "Thank you, Vastos. I already feel so at home."

Image thought about his offer momentarily before answering with an honorable reply, "Thank you, Vastos. I will accept the invitation with open arms. It is an honor to be a part of such a noble stallion's herd." She smiled and closed the distance between them and nudged his shoulder respectfully before backing away. "Thank you again."

muse...ran.....out :[