Post by `mariposa on Oct 29, 2006 12:00:11 GMT -5
Name Azinma
Nickname Azi
Breed Akhal-teke
Gender femme
Age 3
Color golden
height 14.3hh
Type {normal}{Mini}{Draft}
Image see siggy.
Example Post
the wind blew gently across his hide, the air warm and pleasent and nto the least bit humid. the best part about the plains as far as the summer went was the lack of humidity, but otherwise, the heat was terrible. the breeze was but a gust, caressing the dark pelt and ridding the dry dust like a vaccuum. soft sigh escaped the male's mug from his stationary position, gaze dancing over the vast expanse of amber plains with no view of life but himself. he knew there were others, actually, wished they were nearer, but right now they were scents drifting in the wind. rich mocha pools ceased their motion and danced atop the crystalline water before his pedestals, auds flickering to and fro as birdsong was taken in as white noise in the background. the male's reflection came back at him, muscular yet leaner as far as fat went. it was summer, that was true, but his thoughts were consuming his body rather than cuisine. grunt of annoyance was released as a forehoof broke the reflection on the surface, the stud rearing back and defiantly returning to the shore. spooking momentarily, he noticed a change of color within the sky. ascending from a cattail reed was a single Monarch Butterfly. following the magnificent creature's path with his entire crania, the brujo watched it disappear into a mere silhouette in the midday sky. oh how he too wished he could fly, dissappear from it all. yes, how how he wished he could be
like a butterfly.
mug dripped with aqua tendrils as gaze settled on the distant plains where the creature depearted. the grass was green and wholesome, the sun dancing over each strand and letting it illuminate in that eerie glow of emerald. sigh escaped the male's mug for hunger wasn't the problem, lonliness and wonderment was. where were the mares he loved, the son he sired, the son he felt he had? it all semed to disappear abandoning him once more. but wait, what if in reality it was he abandoning them? then there wasn't a reason to live, a reason to thrive or to even be in existance amongst the others. he would be a useless creature of no existance and a shame to his lineage. what sort of an example would that teach Lenai, his only son, or Astus, the stallion he had become? that would teach them nothing and only make them grow to detest their father, adopted or blood, even more. what if this was all his doing? all because of his foolishness? then life would not be worth living, and even now he wasn't sure if it was.
the thought irritated him, caused an itch to rouse deep within him that wouldn't escape and in turn would pester him till no day's end. defiant shriek escaped his mug- what was becoming of him?! was he melting his masculine shell and falling to the pitiful depths of no return? he wasn't like that, he never would be. he needed to focus. the brute was losing his sense of conciousness and all thoughts were but a blur of memories. what was happening? shifting his position to face the wind, he let his coral colored nares flare with each light gust. many scents were carried on that single puff of air, all of which he recognized in a painful moment. anxiety began to build, the scent of himself, his blood- his son. the scent of his love mixed with musk, Astus and the unmistakable scent of his other love Kiche. a lingering perfume was present, the aroma of Jizabelle, a mare he fell for in a matter of moments but feared he had lost forever. had she come afterall? many moons after the courting that he thought to have failed? but really, what had happened to Monesta? her fragrance lie week in the windsweep but a metallic flare was evident. no, it couldn't be. she hadn't met her death... their was no time for grievance, their was no time for pain.
another call trumpeted from the male's vox, muscles tensing for a brief moment before collecting himself at a rapid gallop. the ground beneath him seemed to make way for his moving body, the world a mere nothingness compared to he. the fading melody of another was heard, it wasn't feminine but it was male. it wasn't intruder. nay, it was the stallion form of the colt he had seen grow into a stud. yes, it was Astus. the melody was weak, pained. were his worst thoughts confirmed? nay, cyncicism wasn't the answer.
the world passed by in a blur of amber grasses, the occasional streak of green toying with his vision yet creating a pleasent landscape. the world was a magestic blur yet suitable for this one at one time, but now he seemed unworthy.
many minutes passed as he pressed forth, breathing heavy and almost pained for his heart seemed as if it was sure to escape from its cage. the rush of the small stream soothed his mind and calmed the beating of his heart. he was standing atop the knoll of which overlooked the aqua and fed into the larger riverbed he had once been beside. now he looked down upon his harem, saw the faint shadows of darkness, the pelt of Astus, the night and day splotches of his son and the ivory jacket of Jizabelle. they were all he saw, all he remembered. breath caught in his throat painfully. what had happened in all these moons? what had he let occur? the pain was too intense, the memories too strong. letting the breath he'd been holding escape, he sighed. gait picked up once more, this time slow with defeat of sorts. crania was not held with the usual valor he bore. the stallion was not content with himself or his ego, his foolishness or his pride. no, now he felt as if burrying himself within the vast plains of Entala would be a good idea, where no one would find him again amongst the tall grasses. stopping beside the two males, he couldn't find the words he needed. the look of pain in both their eyes tore a dagger through his heart. single crystalline tear drop escaped those amber pools as he let his gaze falter to the earth upon which their hooves rest upon. mug ran itself tenatively along Astus' nape, then the same gesture to Lenai.
"My sons... what have I done?"[/i]
he muttered helplessly to neither of them in particular before weakly walking towards the feminine bodice in rest.
composure was hard to come about yet he didn't try. breath escaped that he hadn't realized he'd been holding as he stopped beside her. tresses fell delicately over his orbs, concealing the pain he felt and tears he'd shed. oh what a fool he was making of himself- why ever would she want to stay beside a weak painstaken cowardice? nay, she would see beneath it all, she would see who he was... at least he'd hoped. words gathered within his mind before weakly escaping in a deep vox.
"My appologies Jizabelle, it has been so long. I hope I haven't kept you waiting.. it seems things are slowly falling apart."
crania rest heavy at the end of his nape, lower that was proud, lower then was masculine, yet higher than total loss. that was it, the world falling, frail as a butterfly and light as the air they flew.
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other: wow... that was long [-cough cough-
]
Nickname Azi
Breed Akhal-teke
Gender femme
Age 3
Color golden
height 14.3hh
Type {normal}{Mini}{Draft}
Image see siggy.
Example Post
the wind blew gently across his hide, the air warm and pleasent and nto the least bit humid. the best part about the plains as far as the summer went was the lack of humidity, but otherwise, the heat was terrible. the breeze was but a gust, caressing the dark pelt and ridding the dry dust like a vaccuum. soft sigh escaped the male's mug from his stationary position, gaze dancing over the vast expanse of amber plains with no view of life but himself. he knew there were others, actually, wished they were nearer, but right now they were scents drifting in the wind. rich mocha pools ceased their motion and danced atop the crystalline water before his pedestals, auds flickering to and fro as birdsong was taken in as white noise in the background. the male's reflection came back at him, muscular yet leaner as far as fat went. it was summer, that was true, but his thoughts were consuming his body rather than cuisine. grunt of annoyance was released as a forehoof broke the reflection on the surface, the stud rearing back and defiantly returning to the shore. spooking momentarily, he noticed a change of color within the sky. ascending from a cattail reed was a single Monarch Butterfly. following the magnificent creature's path with his entire crania, the brujo watched it disappear into a mere silhouette in the midday sky. oh how he too wished he could fly, dissappear from it all. yes, how how he wished he could be
like a butterfly.
mug dripped with aqua tendrils as gaze settled on the distant plains where the creature depearted. the grass was green and wholesome, the sun dancing over each strand and letting it illuminate in that eerie glow of emerald. sigh escaped the male's mug for hunger wasn't the problem, lonliness and wonderment was. where were the mares he loved, the son he sired, the son he felt he had? it all semed to disappear abandoning him once more. but wait, what if in reality it was he abandoning them? then there wasn't a reason to live, a reason to thrive or to even be in existance amongst the others. he would be a useless creature of no existance and a shame to his lineage. what sort of an example would that teach Lenai, his only son, or Astus, the stallion he had become? that would teach them nothing and only make them grow to detest their father, adopted or blood, even more. what if this was all his doing? all because of his foolishness? then life would not be worth living, and even now he wasn't sure if it was.
the thought irritated him, caused an itch to rouse deep within him that wouldn't escape and in turn would pester him till no day's end. defiant shriek escaped his mug- what was becoming of him?! was he melting his masculine shell and falling to the pitiful depths of no return? he wasn't like that, he never would be. he needed to focus. the brute was losing his sense of conciousness and all thoughts were but a blur of memories. what was happening? shifting his position to face the wind, he let his coral colored nares flare with each light gust. many scents were carried on that single puff of air, all of which he recognized in a painful moment. anxiety began to build, the scent of himself, his blood- his son. the scent of his love mixed with musk, Astus and the unmistakable scent of his other love Kiche. a lingering perfume was present, the aroma of Jizabelle, a mare he fell for in a matter of moments but feared he had lost forever. had she come afterall? many moons after the courting that he thought to have failed? but really, what had happened to Monesta? her fragrance lie week in the windsweep but a metallic flare was evident. no, it couldn't be. she hadn't met her death... their was no time for grievance, their was no time for pain.
another call trumpeted from the male's vox, muscles tensing for a brief moment before collecting himself at a rapid gallop. the ground beneath him seemed to make way for his moving body, the world a mere nothingness compared to he. the fading melody of another was heard, it wasn't feminine but it was male. it wasn't intruder. nay, it was the stallion form of the colt he had seen grow into a stud. yes, it was Astus. the melody was weak, pained. were his worst thoughts confirmed? nay, cyncicism wasn't the answer.
the world passed by in a blur of amber grasses, the occasional streak of green toying with his vision yet creating a pleasent landscape. the world was a magestic blur yet suitable for this one at one time, but now he seemed unworthy.
many minutes passed as he pressed forth, breathing heavy and almost pained for his heart seemed as if it was sure to escape from its cage. the rush of the small stream soothed his mind and calmed the beating of his heart. he was standing atop the knoll of which overlooked the aqua and fed into the larger riverbed he had once been beside. now he looked down upon his harem, saw the faint shadows of darkness, the pelt of Astus, the night and day splotches of his son and the ivory jacket of Jizabelle. they were all he saw, all he remembered. breath caught in his throat painfully. what had happened in all these moons? what had he let occur? the pain was too intense, the memories too strong. letting the breath he'd been holding escape, he sighed. gait picked up once more, this time slow with defeat of sorts. crania was not held with the usual valor he bore. the stallion was not content with himself or his ego, his foolishness or his pride. no, now he felt as if burrying himself within the vast plains of Entala would be a good idea, where no one would find him again amongst the tall grasses. stopping beside the two males, he couldn't find the words he needed. the look of pain in both their eyes tore a dagger through his heart. single crystalline tear drop escaped those amber pools as he let his gaze falter to the earth upon which their hooves rest upon. mug ran itself tenatively along Astus' nape, then the same gesture to Lenai.
"My sons... what have I done?"
he muttered helplessly to neither of them in particular before weakly walking towards the feminine bodice in rest.
composure was hard to come about yet he didn't try. breath escaped that he hadn't realized he'd been holding as he stopped beside her. tresses fell delicately over his orbs, concealing the pain he felt and tears he'd shed. oh what a fool he was making of himself- why ever would she want to stay beside a weak painstaken cowardice? nay, she would see beneath it all, she would see who he was... at least he'd hoped. words gathered within his mind before weakly escaping in a deep vox.
"My appologies Jizabelle, it has been so long. I hope I haven't kept you waiting.. it seems things are slowly falling apart."
crania rest heavy at the end of his nape, lower that was proud, lower then was masculine, yet higher than total loss. that was it, the world falling, frail as a butterfly and light as the air they flew.
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other: wow... that was long [-cough cough-
]