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Date Posted: 13:19:58 09/27/04 Mon
Author: ~*Xandria*~
Subject: .newcomer.
High noon, one of the last long days of summer that slowly melts into autumn. A time of transition, a time of change. Large clouds float overhead, breaking up the sky's somehow threatening palette of clear blue, the sun blinding-making mirages dance across te endless plateu of hypnotically swaying grass through which a traveller paces, bringing the strange aura wit it. The reeds ripple irregularly, the hot gusts of wind racing through at unpredictable intervals. A shrill shreik breaks through the heavy silence as a russet and gold falcon soars overhead, riding the heat thermals upwards, wings spread to catch the rising updraft. Circling, silhouetted against the intense glare of the jealous sun, it's harsh-yet almost musical-hunting cry is emitted again. Across the field, through the shimmering haze, an equine figure is moving forward. Muscles ripple fluidly beneath the shining bronzed coat, a hue of crimson blood sparkling in the dying rays, the form finely built. As evidenced by the worn and chipped hooves, the vixen has travelled a long distance of innumerble miles, though no limp or sign of lameness can be remotely detected in her graceful motion. Appearances foretell she is in good spirits-though not in perfect shape, unbroken as always, and albeit a bit delicately made simply through her feminine identity(though she'd never admit to it), a glimmer of a steely will of determination and strength burns deep in her ebonite orbs, daring others to cross her or underestimate her in any way. 'just a young mare'-famous last words. no fatigue nor exhaustion affects the steady lope, moving consistently forward at a good clip, long strides sweeping over the ground as they travel nonchalantly along, flinty daggers lightly tearing the earth in a dance to a silent rythym she alone hears. Coming to a halt, the youthful vix surveys the area, taking in her surroundings in one swift, easy glance, tapered ears pricked forward, on the alert. Flickering to and fro to catch whispers of informations, the sculpted head bobs, nostrils flaring. Satisfied of a secure terra, her frame lifts skyward, rising to a near vertical rear. As if on cue, the airborne kestral dips into a lightning dive, pulling up at the last moment to alight upon the withers of his travelling companion, fierce gaze unblinking, deadly hooked beak clicking softly, gently communicating with the mare in some incomprehensible language the two share intuitivly. Nary a tremor or flinch breaks the ripples of sinew, the mare patiently waits as the curved talons grip and adjust position, then sets off at an easy waltzing pace once more, crossing the border into the foreboding land, tawny falcon balancing upon her shoulder as the wind whistles, breezes ruffling his feathers playfully. The sun flashes off their coats as the distance from the sun elongates into a stretching shadow, blending and fading into the dark surroudings of the vale. Nary a word has been spoken throughout this exchange amongst the unremarkable duo who are here on invitation, quiet as they continue onwards into the heart of the territory in likewise fashion, slowly, stealthily...waiting to encounter another who can acknowledge their presence.
(ooc: lol, sorry, wuz in a poetic mood. and, as usual, my mouth ran away with me. or my fingers. or my brain. take your pick. just be prepared for an onslaught of rambling words no matter what. either way, Xandria is officially here, along with her buddy, don't worry he's a nice birdie and doesn't bite-usually...*big grin* booyah. completely off topic here: heya jess, good to see ginger doin so well! deja -remember her? was quite a while ago- has been reincarnated into this new character cuz I missed her so much, and it's so great to be back and wreak havoc once more, teehee! ;D ladeedadeeda adios for now... ~J)
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Listent to the thunder -- Distant Thunder, 15:11:32 09/28/04 Tue
-the brute sees a newcomer enter the land of the darks. One who must meet the new, he walks over and bows.- Hello, I am Distant Thunder.What is your name?
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.salutations. -- ~*Xandria*~, 09:01:43 09/30/04 Thu
Delicate pistons slide to a smooth halt. Crimson sculpted dial nods elegantly, returning the flatteringly cordial greeting-the flames in the vix's dark orbs dancing-not with suspicion, as she recognizes the mascu as one of her own background, but with respectful caution. She WAS new to this land, after all-and the best way to start was by making a good impression anyhow. "Xandria. Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Thunder." She states fluidly, musical voice scarcely pausing as her thought process observes this steed. With a slight rustling of feathers, she acknowledges the kestrel perched on her sloping shoulder. "And this is Azlan." she continues smoothly. "One of my loyalist traveling companions and truest of allies-I sincerely hope you do not mind him. He rarely bites." A small whisper of a smile turns one side of her mouth upwards at some inner amusement that laughs silently behind her ebon eyes, a subtle reassuring wink unapolagetically notifying the brute of her intended jest-those who had not met the pair of them before often thought them a strange couple. And in some ways, they were, if you wanted to look at it that way. The bird of prey fixes its intensely fierce golden gaze on the stallion, sizing him up, a cute sight to behold, for some. Satisfied, the hooked beak clacks, talons resettling their perch upon the young mare's shoulder, quietly communicating. Not your average friend or buddy, but it suited the lady fine, especially on the long miles travailed together. Turning her full attention back onto the dark one, she states an inquiry. "Who are the reigning monarchs of this terra?" she questions-not forcefully or insultingly, but merely curious as to know whose land it was she had just entered.
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