{Endless} Reflection

[essendo]

She was like a shadow, drifting across the empty plains of the west. The soft grass that brushed against slender legs merely shifted through the skin, unfelt. The lights of heaven were void of any warmth as they covered the moon maiden in a cloak of diamonds, mourning their lack of effect. For no matter whether it was ocean, field, brush or air that shifted beneath the hooves of horses, it made no difference: everything is nothing.

Soft waves of the cool winter air, shifted across a clean slate of black erasing the last shimmering hints of snow. Under the thin layer of skin, muscles expanded and contracted in the most effortless motions of life. Yet certain aspects of creation demand much more than action, it takes thoughts, love and hatred to fulfill the calls of the living. Although blood pumped steadily through her veins, and would deem her alive, she was merely a phantom, shifting through the day with emotionless steps. If this wasn’t enough to call her unearthly, not a sound marked her passing, only the silence of ghosts that walk through limbo in search of something. She was in all sense of the meaning: invisible.

Void were the dark eyes, impossible to read with just a passing glance and unlikely in the promise of eternity. They were the lights of darkness, mocking the moon’s efforts to become such, and just as untouchable as what was shunned. The gentle sounds of various song birds passed over the arched ears, echoing down barren drums and passing unheard. All she heard was the cold melody of silence, the sobs of forgotten hopes and the deaths of dreams. Demons shifted restlessly under her hooves while the gods paced in a pondering wonder as to what the depths of blackness could hold. The warm black hide that covered her was untouched by any sin, nor was it ever to be tainted. She was a porcelain doll, to be admired, puzzled, hated and revered: of this nothing more and nothing less.

Now she merely stood upon a blank canvas, daring the most courageous of artists to attempt the impossible and coat the barren world in the vibrant colors of life. It was the masterpiece that would consume you, inspire obsession, suicide, and hope. Yes, the results would become the meaning of life and the path to glory. For the weak of heart, it would only be the path to destruction and for the brave: salvation from such.

[hollow]

Wild eyes watch the unwanted girl. She was gorgeous, no doubt. But was she the one for Hollow? He slinked out, before circling the mare. She wasn’t a big one, but did it matter? He could be a real soft boy if he needed too. He took in her scent, saving it for a future time.
“’Lo, what’s a girl like you doin’ in a place like this?”
Yeah, a dumb question, but his mind had just gone blank. He dipped his head slightly, forcing a smile which had been longing to come out since the dawn of time. Insane thoughts rushed ‘round his mind as he awaited her reply.

Ooc; it’s a small one..sorries

[essendo]

She watched the stag circle, snorting slightly, but kept on watching his every move. Whipcord lashed out slowly flicking him as he rounded her rump. Ears pressed to her school she answered flatly,"Waiting for a stag to claim me." Her eyes flashed over the male, before side stepping to the right." Whats brut like you talking to a wench like me?" She asked with a smirk, Boa twiched slightly as she shook her mane. Small clouds of white erupted from her nares as she took in his unfamiliar scent.

[//:Wesson]

~Wesson~
Large black hocks carried me further through the dense growth and out of my terra, cantering off the to the claiming lands. My nares lifted up and down, misxing with my heartbeat the quickened as i moved faster. The sky was blue once more, but the ground was covered with a thin layer of powdery snow. My tassels flowing effortlessly behind me, my blood racing with that of a friesian. I was large, and strong, yet caring with a heart of gold and I knew I needed a mare. I had claimed a large terra, with a beautiful waterfall and rivers running through it. little snow fell in the humid area and it was my dream home.
I soom came to the drier terra of the claiming grounds where I had to push a little harder to get through the thicker snow. The top of my pelt barely stained by the white fluff falling from the sky. A cold chill ran through my body as a gust of wind chilled my already snowy coat. I walked through the brush and into the clearing, spotting the mare and circleing stallion, not but 20 paces away and I trotted up.
Bowing my head slightly I kept a close eye on the other stag, incase he tried to attack, but I was somewhat large, being a friesian and all, and knew he wasn't be that big of a threat. "I am tagged Wesson, and I know it is sudden but I would be honored for you to join my herd."

[/i] I said, taking advantage of the opportunity before the other stallion could.[/center][/color]

[hollow]

A smirk creeps its way onto my mug. My ears spiral as the presence of yet another works its way into my radar.
|| Hello there, Wesson. I hope you don’t make a habit of rudeness ||
I wasn’t really angry at the brute. I was a joker, and I liked to joke. I dig my heel slightly into the soft ground. Soon I ignore the large brute, and turn my attention back to the mare.
|| Well, it just so happens ‘m looking to claim a ‘wench’ like you. Would you care to follow me back to Dalente? I offer you the chance to leave within 7 days if… ||
I pause, thinking of my wording. I had to perform to keep this one.
|| if it’s not to your liking… ||

[//:Wesson]

~Wesson~
Not even bothering a spare glance to the stallion my repartee was priceless. "I see you already have."

[/i] I answered to the stallion. Mares where horses as well and just like stallions without then the horse species would flicker and die. I shook my enoby dial, black tassels flicking effortlessly out of my eyes.
My size was not something that I liked all of the time. Alrthough it helped me win my battles and keep my terras and such I was taller and bulkier than most other horses. I flicked my banner and shifted my weight to my left side, resting my left back hock showing I had no wish to fight. I would simply wait to hear the mares answer to the stallions opposition, then make my move.
I was more on the polite side when it came to attitude, and favoured my mares if they contained the trait as well. Bowing back would be a good start, and standing tall and proud my coat was stainless. Taking my time to take a dip in a river or pond I had managed to keep it in good condition. My tassels on the other hand were like many another horses, long and somethings knotted in places, but it still flowed like the captive friesians who danced with their riders in the sport of dressage. I turned my gaze back to the amre to await an answer.[/center][/color]

[hollow]

I smirk as the brute sizes me up. I snarl a little as he insults me.
“Just ‘coz you’re a fancy Friesian, doesn’t give you the right to interrupt a friendly conversation”
I matched his size easily, and wasn’t really scared of his bulk. I copied his actions in amusement. I held my head high and accommodated my weight just as he was. In the humor of the moment I chuckle, and stand normally again.
“An’ to be honest, I wasn’t the one being rude.”
I was speaking civilly. I wasn’t the type to annoy people on purpose. To be honest, I avoided it as much as I could.

Ooc; Lol, a plot between Wesson and Hollow could be interesting *rubs hands together and sniggers*

[//:Wesson]

((Muahahaha. Yes, yes it does. He does have a nice attitude, but you called him rude. Now he is annoyed... D:))

~Wesson~
I laughed lightly, "A good sense of humor I see."

[/i] I said acting more conversationally. I tipped my head again, "I am Wesson."[/i] I added. I wasn't normally one to want to make friends, but having come here I had promised myself to make a better lifestyle. When a stallion named Vladimir attempted to ruin my newly found life I had to fight, although he was banished from the lands. I lifted my dial again, only giving the amre a quick glance before turning back to the stallion. Although my stern look had been replaced by a warm smile this was still a serious moment as I awaited the mares answer and the new stallions.[/center][/color]

[essendo]

I eyed them both. Them being the two stags infront of me. I had awaited my turn to speak,but the stags just kept on there arguement. I don't even think it was over me. My cold brown eyes flashed slightly as I moved forward stepping in between the two. "Now boys I will go to who ever disserves me." She sounded a bit conceded,but truethfully this was the only way she could choose.

Stepping back slowly she eyed Hollow." I'm no wench by the way, if your not going to call me by my name, which is Essendo, then call me mare. I hate wench an any other pet names you could think up." She snorted."And to show I have manners," she bowed slowly, her flaxen mane falling into her face.

[//:Wesson]

((-Yawns- I will fight if I must, but I don't want the saem thing to happen that happened in the battle grounds. *Cower* Don't hurt me! JK. Well anyways. HOw are we to solve this Hollow?))

[hollow]

<<Wooah hold up! The 'wench' thing was a joke, just so ya know hunneh...And hollow wasn't the 'new' stallion, and he is a rather peaceful brute and shall not start getting all big and mean (rarw ;D). Now, If Essendo agrees, i propose:




Essendo goes to both wessons and Hollow's terrain for 5 days, and shall make her decision to what best suits her. And after she has chosen the other gets her first filly once she is an adult, and then all shall be well. Only if yall two agree though ;D ;D

[//:Wesson]

((Well I don't want the filly if she doesn't go to me. Sure, that's fine with me.))

[//:Wesson]

((Alright, so we will do that then. She spends five days at your terra as wooen as you return, then five days at Wesson's. Whomever she likes best she can live with. No breeding within that time, please. That would make thing complicated. But for now I have to go and claim other mares.))

//:Wesson:\\
A smile to the other stallion and a quick bow to be polite and I stepped back. "In five days we shall meet here and I shall take her with me. For now, tata, until we meet again."

[/i] I nickered and turned. I reared up, a smaller amount than a total rear but high enough to make myself taller. I snorted and through out my hooves and leapt into a gallop across the feild.
The sharp whisps of wheat striking my sides as I ran through them hurt a small amount, but I still kept on, they would not be worse than any fighting I would have to do around here. The horses were strong, and newcomers too. I had to have a strong mine and a good amount of stamina to beat them at their own game of chess, and right now, in this new place, it felt like I was playing checkers...[/center][/color]