..::[T/i/p] [T/o/e] across the Lies::..(Open)

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Knockturn

Hooves, not quite what most what most would consider small, slammed into the ground, pushed forward, propelling the bulky filly forward at a quick pace, throwing sand up into the air behind her, and deep marks were left in the loamy sand that was under foot throughout the entire area. It was a bright, summer day, the sun was shineing down, smiling on her children on that day of summer. Sand clung to white feathered legs, and the bay coat of the filly shone copper in the sunlight. With a toss of her large head, the cantering youngling lifted off the ground, giving her bulky form a mirage of actual grace as she soared over the small log that had washed up on the shore, it's body bone dry and bleached white by the summer sun and other weather like factors. As strong front legs slammed into the soft ground again, the filly snorted in surprise as what she had landed into a small pool like puddle left by the tides. A sqeal of surprise tore through the filly's lips as she tried to stop the rest of herself from following. This didn't go quite as planned. In fact, it forced her to stumble forward a few steps, before falling to her knees, salt water brushing her muzzle as bay sides heaved in fear that had long since passed. As she regained her footing, embaressment tore through her. Turning her head to look around, the yearling nodded to herself. No one was there, that she could see, was there to have seen her embaressing foul up. Stepping up out of the shallow water, a sight sigh slipped through white painted lips, "Wonderful. If that didn't give anyone my position, nothing will. Geez, Preacher's going to be pissed." It was true. Her big brother was going to be pissed. When he found her. If he found her. A smile played at her lips, slow amusement bubbling within her. With a desisive nod, she walked on, enjoying the play of sunshine on her hide, slowly drying the salt water that clung to her.

It had been a hard year on her and her remaining family, sure, and her mother was gone, sure, and her brother was overly protective and noble to a fault, sure, but taht didn't mean that she was going to live her life as a sullen old prune that screamed at little foals to 'get the hell away from her' and that they 'should be ashamed' . Nope. Nuh-uh. Not gonna happen. She, was going to live her life on her own terms, and if that meant getting her kicks in while her brother panicked and hpyer ventilated about her lack of there-ness, than that actually was fine with her. More than fine actually, it was bloody fantastic. After all, who wants a big brother hanging around and snooping into what ever she did, and told here that she just couldn't do that. It wasn't nice. It wasn't normal. It wasn't done. Too freaking bad then, huh? She was so going to go there, and do those things. Ah, to joys of being an irresponseable filly with a head on her shoulders that was slightly unscrewed and wobbled this way and that every other step. If they didn't like it, then they, whom ever they were, could go and screw themselves up the ass. Yeah, never let her brother mislead you to believe that she's a little lady. Nope. Ladies never got to have any fun, and damn it to hell if she wasn't going to have any fun at all. Damn right, yo.

The sun beating down on the beach, the sand giving away beneath heavy hooves, a slightly cool, bordering on chilly, breeze sweeping through the area, and the smell of salt water preminating every inch of the area was a pleasent way to spend the afternoon. Knockturn wasn't running, prancing or even really moving anymore, brown eyes just stared blankly at the surf, as it swept up over the beach, devouring it for a moment before backing away into it's territory, before sweeping forward again, the white foam on the water occasionally sticking to the sand that encompassed the beach on which one stood. A quick shake of a dual colored face and the large filly began to resume her treck down the beach, her pace calmer, her actions more relaxed, and the wind still held the spirit of her joyful juant of earlier, playing with her tail and mane, twisting it, pushing, pulling, making the ends to smack against her, causing a slight sting. Ah, summer days, they never last.

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OoC:
Incomplete/Complete: Complete
Comments: Eh, most of it is just rambles, but what ever.
Muse: Pretty good actually. I love this girl.
Song: How Far We've Come
Words of Counting: 798
Open/Closed/Reserved: Open Lovelies! : D

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[vonage!]

confident, charismatic, bubbly.
Appearances are everything.
Anyone who tells you otherwise is trying to sell you something ugly.

She plodded lazily down the beach, the sunlight glinting off of her reddish pelt. Her dreamy tassels floated in the breeze- the effect could have been pretty, if only it wasn't disturbed every few seconds by a frustrated toss of her dial. Damn insects. They lingered around her eyes like a pack of vultures, arousing squeals of frustration as they sucked the juices from her tear ducts. Patches of blood pooled on her neck- aroused by various bloodsuckers, they were hardly visible against her crimson pelt, but ever-present, nonetheless. She liked what summer represented, but, as with everything else, it was really not all that it was made out to be.

It had been awhile since she had encountered anything living. She didn't count the trees or the grass or the flies- they weren't good enough conversationalists to be considered alive. She would have liked to stumble across another horse, for once- though the equine species was composed primarily of a bunch of scum bags, interacting with them was a hell of alot better than wandering the land all by herself. Then again, she'd been doing that for awhile, and she vaguely remembered having liked it, at one point- maybe she was just bored. Oh, well- she could find somebody to talk to, pretend to be interested in their lives, and hang around until they made her hate her own species, again. By then, they'd think her a friend, and when she left she'd tear their heart apart. She was good at that.

Maybe because she had seen it performed so well, in the past.

But, she didn't think about that, anymore.

With a snort of frustration, the wench broke into a hasty trot. Anything to escape these terrible, six legged fiends. Beneath her coat, muscles rippled to propell her forward, becoming more easily visible as a thin, healthy layer of perspiration began to form on her coat. Frantically, she bobbed her head, her dial swinging repeatedly back and forth, up and down, in a failed attempt to disengage the iron grip of the flies. Frustration building, she came to a halt, and threw her body skywards, fronts thrashing in an expression of her anger towards the sun gods. Hooves returning to the sand, they were almost immediately uprooted as she threw her form to the ground. The tiny grains of dust massaged her pelt, soothing her itchy bug bites as she rolled onto her back. Left, right, lef, right. Legs and hooves flailing all the while. It was only once the last of the flies had been disengaged that the femme became capable of clear thought- with a gasp of horror, she realized how silly she must look, to any unnoticed passers by. With a snort of frustration, she pulled herself upright, tossing her dial to once again prevent an insect from landing across her maw. Ruffling her forelock, it was now that the breeze chose to bring to her knowledge an unmistakable scent- there was something- more specifically, someone- nearby.

Dropping her tiara, she focused on what lay ahead of her for the first time in several minutes. To her suprise, the outline of an equine had appeared furthur down the bank. Appearing bulky and somewhat clumsy, it approached rather quickly, tassels flying in the summery winds. Before she could stop herself, a cry of relief erupted from her lips. Finally, some company.

"Hey," she uttered, grinning, "Who're you?"

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The sound of someone's voice reaching her ears made her head turn, brown eyes wide with surprise at the random greeting that was given to her by the mare. Damn it! She should have noticed that there was someone else there besides her. Stupid girl. It wasn't that she had not expected to meet someone here, she just assumed that most of them would ignore her. Still, the call required an answer, and well, she was a rude little brat, and didn't care for answering random questions that could possible get her killed if she answered wrong by some psycho that was stalking down the beach. Hey, it wasn't completely impossible for this to be true. Wackos were everywhere. Bay coat shining copper in the sunlight, and the smell of salt water in her nares, she turned fully, to get a better look at the other mare. She was smaller than Knockturn. Of course, the sound of her voice put her older than her. Wonderful. The fine feathers on long legs, stuck full of sand now, hung tight to her legs, which pushed her forward, getting close enough to actually get a better look at her. With a little more interest, and intrigue, her bulky frame was propelled into a trot, the ground being torn up beneath her hooves.

Slowing back to a walk, and halting, gratefully, in front of the smaller mare, a few meters, at least. After all, personal space is always important and pretty much everyone prefers to maintain it, even when among Friends and family, neither of which, she was. In a slightly breathless, due to the running and playing, and excitement, a grin pulling at her own lips she replied to the question, "Knockturn. My name's Knockturn. Who're you, exactly?"[/color] It wasn't meant to be rude, and it really didn't come out that way from the young filly. Still, something akin to a burning interest danced in the young hazel eyes.

The mare in front of her was older, but she had the size advantage over her. Still, it was only polite to be considerate to others. Shifting her weight over the sand she spoke again, nearly cringing at the taste of the salty air that she could faintly taste. It was bad enough that she had to smell it, but did she really have to taste it as well? After a moment the words actually caught up to her from her mind, a bit like jet lag, slowing down her brain for a few seconds, "Sorry about that. By the way, what brings ya down here to a beach like this?"[/color] It was common interest, but then again, her brother had always told her that her interest in other's business was rude, and that she should shut her yap. Yeah, not going to happen any time soon. What a pity. So they stood there, the silence a bit awkward, but worth it if she got a chance to actually have a decent conversation.

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Ooc: Not a good post at all,sorry!
Muse: Too tired to care.
Song: Holding On by Lifehouse
Character: Knockturn
Word count: 510
Complete? : Yes

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Nar-Fahl slowed to a stop; long, wavy mane whooshing forward at the sudden halt. A snort of carbon escaped the stallion's large, flared nostrils. His barrel parted and fell quick and deep. Classic brown orbs scanned the rocky beach, and came upon a pair of equines. The stud shook his small, dished dome; repositioning his thick, red mane as his brain relaxed.

He loved to gallop, but the race up his Swan Valley mountains, down a forest trail and through the deep chipped rock to this destination was well tiring. As his mind churned to a slowed pace, the Arabian horse moved onward in the direction of the other creatures speaking along the coast.

A young, but large filly stood with her rump to him while a sorrel horse faced where he was approaching. Fahl arched his neck, as he neighed softly to them. He meant no harm, only to find friends or others that would like to live in his magnificent homeland with himself.

Upon reaching a few strides from the two, Fahl tucked his left foreleg under his barrel and lowered his upper body closer to the ground; muzzle brushing the sand between his white forelegs as he bowed respectfully. After a moment's pause the husky sorrel stallion rose to his normal height; dark orbs shifting from the young draft filly to the sun-hued equine, he now guessed was a mare as well.

"Good day, ladies. Pardon my interruption. You just happened to be the only horses I've seen in this surrounding area.... I'm Nar-Fahl, or Fahl in short.... May I ask of your callings?"

The stallion's tone was polite, but firm, as he had no shame in himself. His black muzzle stretched out toward the essa similiar in color to himself first, to blow gently into her nostrils as a hello. White-blazed, fiery dome twisted to observe the younger filly at his side. A soft smile touched the bachelor's muzzle as he patiently awaited a response from one or both of the essas.

[vonage!]

The other mare- she could tell only by the scent-stood a good deal taller than she. She cringed, slightly, as she did at any trait in another that might make them think themselves superior to she, but, as the lass approached, she recognized the spindliness of her limbs. Despite her stature, the flicka was a youngster- her inocence was portrayed by her eyes. They were open passageways to her soul- she had ever been hurt. Or, not deeply enough that she felt the need to protect herself. Then again, perhaps she realized how much larger she was than the opposing femme- perhaps she disregarded her as weak, or non-threatening. If this was the case, the filly was foolish, for Contabella was deadlier than she looked- she was small, but her mind was, truly, a diamond. Lucky for both of them, the filly minded her manners, coming to a graceful halt a good few paces away. More out of habit than of respect, the haflinger dipped her tiara in the direction in the sand, only slightly- one of the few polite gestures her mother had taught her that had stuck with her through the years. The filly spoke informally- as she herself had- but, still politely enough. The vix responded with equal respect- it wasn't other ladies, certainly not innocent flickas like this, anyways, that she had any problem with.

"Nice name," she began, her voice free of its normal sarcasm. "I'm Contabella, friends call me Conta. Or Bella. Whatever."

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As her mahogany pools met those of the oposing wench, however, she noticed that Knockturn's gaze seemed to rest somewhere else. Not so much that she wasn't looking in Contabella's direction- more that her stare seemed to penetrate the haflinger's deep chestnut form, and find itself elsewhere. The experienced femme couldn't help but to suppress a chuckle, realizing that the flicka had fallen into a light state of sleep- just then, over the shoulder of the massive draft, movement caught her gaze. Harks pricked, she warily eyed a newcomer- another equine paying a visit to the beach on the groggy summer's afternoon. Ivory blaze glimmering in the sunlight, she lifted her tiara, nares flaring in hopes of identifying the stranger; it was, if his smell properly betrayed him, a brute. A snort of resentment escaped her nares-she couldn't even have a conversation with another lady without a pompous hession showing up, nowadays. As the beast grew nearer, Knockturn spoke again, apparently having regained awareness.

" Oh, you know," she replied, struggling to keep her irritation from her tones, "Just wandering around. I haven't really lived here long. Don't know anybody- except you, I guess. I'd ask you the same, but it looks like we've got company, and it's a guy, so you know he'll interrupt."[/color]

Sure enough, the beast came close. He bowed, as was common, and then proceeded to approach. Attractive enough, his pelt and his tassels resembled her own, in coloration. A strange feeling washed over her. Usually, a polite beast was welcome- She'd keep him around long enough to boost her ego a little, and then just break his heart when she got tired of him. But, she felt herself begin to resent this one, before he even spoke. The game, even to her, who'd invented it, was getting old. She didn't want to deal with brutes any more. The filly was company enough. Still, for old times' sake, she debated to maintain his shallow attraction, at least for the moment. Just in case she needed it later. Harks flickering, she caught his words, not bothering to dip her crown as she had for respect of Knockturn. A false, easy smile crossed her lips as she resumed her disguise. His tones seemed friendly, though brimming with confidence- she'd have to get to know him a little better, but she guessed that he was pompous, in which case he could kiss her ass goodbye even faster than was average. Forwardly, he approached, blowing into her nares before she could grant him permission. Anger flickered across her pools- she suppressed the urge to back away, but could not help lifting her dial a few inches, so that their nares no longer rested at an equal height.

"Hello, Nar-Fahl,"[/color] she had replied, careful to keep her irritation from her voice, "I'm Contabella- This is Knockturn. How do you do?"


ooc;;
Muse;; Pretty good!
Word count;; 800-ish.
Comments;; Sorry I didn't respond sooner! Hadn't noticed Twitch was done posting. Hey, Flickaa! ^.^ Just wanted to let you know that my mare's actually a sorrel, not a blue roan. XD
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OOC;; sorry vonage. -blushes ashamed- I looked at a couple of your charrie stats and evidently guessed the wrong mare. Sorry again. I modified the post, so all better now. =)

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As Fahl reached his muzzle to the sorrel mare he watched irritation stir within her orbs. His ears twitched and a vibe of 'as if' drifted through him. He was obviously not welcomed warmly. Had he said something? Done something? Well, so-be-it. There were bound to be equines in this horse range willing to give half an ear to the friendly stallion. If they were not them, he would let them be. He had no desires of making enemies either.

Fahl took a step back; brown orbs never leaving the essa that called herself Contabella. He tried to study her closer, to see what others might miss. But, she seemed shut off to revealing any emotions other than those she wished to be visible. For the wise brute it was visible, though, to see she had been through some life-altering times in the past. What they were, were a mystery to him. However, it was also not his business. On a normal encounter, Fahl would feel the urge to comfort and shoulder another equine's burdens, especially a mare's. However, undoubtedly this mare was too independent. She would not have let him in if he tried. The wave of energy that floated off her stated clearly- she didn't need a stallion any more than for her own ego. And evidently, Fahl wasn't one of those stallions.

"Well actually, I'm sorry you don't seem the least bit pleased to see a stallion, madam..." His vocals were stern, but with a touch consideration. "Alright, I won't push it on you. However, if your mind alters, I shall be just up the beach in search of fresh water."

Fahl simply bowed his dome with respect, seeing as his polite gestures had gone unappreciated and moved off at a steady trot back in the direction of which he had come. As, he moved off his small, white-washed dome arched closer to his flexed chest muscles and hooves lifted higher out of the deep cushion of chipped rock, flinging sand up behind him in small puffs. Nostrils flared as the sea breeze whipped up and caught his long, wavy mane with its flow. His ears cocked to the ocean as a seagull spread its wings and took flight across the salt water and away with the horizon. The beach was beautiful, but Fahl belonged in the mountains tucked aback in the small valley he now called home. If only he could just find others that thought the same. The stallion sighed deeply with dismay before focusing on where he was going. He had no time to pity himself.