reflections <open>

[vonage!]

calm, cool, and collected.

Maintaining appearances was a skill of hers.

As she slipped through the thin covering of trees, the moonlight delicately caressing her fiery pelt, she remembered back when she had been afraid of the dark. By day, she had thrived, playing her part as the youthful and beautiful lady she knew that she was. She had flirted and played, charming ladies and gentlemen alike to endeavor to know her. But, her irrational, irrevocable fear of the dark? How she trembled at the sight of a storm cloud, and had never been able to appreciate the beauty of a sunset for fear of what it would bring with it? No one had ever known about that.

Well- he had.

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

Now, as she stepped from the shadows of the forest, she could hardly help but to chuckle at her own feeble immaturities. The darkness would never harm her. Her eyes, which glistened in the pale glow of the moon, were reliable to warn her of imminent danger- she saw none, and so none existed. She moved with confidence, carrying herself across the lush grasses at a brisk two-beat. Her cream colored tassels floated in the cool evening breeze- with a half-hearted toss of her dial, she dismissed them from view. Well sculpted harks fluttered to and fro, surveying the lands for any sign of equine presence; the only movements detected seemed too far along the river bank to cause her any form of disturbance. Usually, she enjoyed socialization- pretending was her favorite game. Tonight, however, would be a night of solitude. A recent acquaintance had challenged her ways of thinking, and tonight she would reflect, silently, until she could convince herself that her actions were justifiable. Again.

Morality- something else that she chose to conceal.

Her frogs met the cool, sticky mud of the riverbank with an amusing splash. Murky liquid ruined her long, white stockings, coating her pillars in a blanket of brown. As she drew deeper into the river, however, the mud fell away, and her hooves and legs glistened with cleanliness. She stood alone, chest-deep in the water, maintaining a vague awareness of the few shadowy figures she could see through the corners of her eyes. Lost in her thoughts, she dipped, letting her maw fall beneath the cool, crystalline liquids. The taste of the water was sweet- it seemed to fertilize the formerly parched fields of her throat as it ran hastily through her gullet. The temptations of the soft coolness overcame her- with a grin, she pawed at the muddy floor, arousing waves up above. The waters splashed over her neck and her barrel, leaving her to pass the time under a soothing blanket of refreshing cold. Here, she rested, pondering recent events, until a haze of unconsciousness appeared in her eye. Alone, she slept.

OOC;;
Muse; Meeh..
Word count; 489
Notes; Haven't RPed in about a year.. sorry for the shortness! Open to all. ^.^

[T:w:i:t:c:h]

On a whole, summer had never, never, ever been one of his favorite things. Ever since he had been a tiny little foal, gasping for breath, to even now. The heat, the bugs, the random ass storms that just happened to pop pup ever where you happened to glance, and we just can't forget the heat that stole all your endurance and made one want to just lie down and tell the world to go screw itself while you took a nap in the scorching weather. Not that the land had progressed that far into the wretched season. Yet. There is always, not matter the circumstances a 'yet', a 'but', or only slightly rarer, a 'however'. Catches were always rather annoying in his opinion. More like a waste of time more than anything. Why not just say your damn idea, say it fully, and then let the one being told the information deliberate over if they want the deal being offered. Damn horses and their damn fake ways of being sneaky. Sneaky. How stupid. The smart horses, hell, even some of the stupid onces emerged into the night, even to escape a the rather cool summer season of day. Then again, some just generally enjoyed the night over day. Beh, what ever, wasn't his concern now, was it?

The night was a gentle thing tonight, the smooth light of the moon shining through the trees in between which he walked appeared to be light sun beams, dappling the floor, casting a false light over anything to enter the circle of the moon beam piercing the area. His buckskin coat shone almost silver when his passed through the bright colored yet soft light. The stars were clearly seen in the night sky on nights like these, and the soft wind that brushed everything with a gentle hand was welcome . More than welcome, actually. It would be better if these kind of breeze like moments occurred during the day. The wind just gave a sigh of amusement, and caused the ebonite tassels of the stag traveling through the last part of the forest to twist and dance slightly, almost in an affectionate caress.

Breaking through the last of the trees, brown eyes took in the scene before him. Not much to see. 'Big friggin' surprise, right?', the thought was fleeting, but none the less it tugged the dark kissers into something of a mocking smirk. This time, his thoughts were correct about this. Step by step, a slow four beat pace becoming his choice of gait, he traveled over the grassy land, still bright and green from spring's revival. The scent of another equine, no, he deliberated, a mare, brought him to a momentary halt. Lifting his head, neck arching slightly, he thought. He was not known to be good company, but the only other resort was to return to an empty home, not that he minded that bit, but it had been awhile since he had spoken with someone other than himself. This, is how he found himself approaching the river, the femme still sleeping in the position the had fallen into the state of unconsciousness. Another smirk, the other having fallen a time ago, tugged at his lips. He should let her sleep. Really. She might need it. Oh well, who was he to deny her sleep? He was him, Wolf's Bane, and it should prove rather amusing, on the whole to watch her freak a little. If he was lucky. Chuckling to himself, a deep sound that originated in his chest was emitted before his deep, rusty from disuse, voice slipped out, "Excuse me, but I don't believe this is a good place to, well, SLEEP!"

[/color], on the last, almost shouted word, the neutral (though only the gods know why he is a neutral) stallion reared up, and black dipped with white daggers splashed into the water. It was childish. It was annoying. But it was worth it. So worth it.[/center]

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OoC: My goodness. Stallions are like boys, aren't they? They never grow up, and take forever to mature. Hope this is good enough for ya. ^_^
Muse: Pretty good, actually.
Song: Fake it
Character: Wolf's Bane
Complete: Yes
Wordcount: 676

[vonage!]

She lay in the meadow, her knight loyal at her side. His teeth gently grazed her neck, just the way he knew that she liked them to, and into her ear, he whispered his praises. 'Sweetheart,' he murmured, 'Surely, you are an angel. Surely, you cannot be true, for your loveliness is unnatural.' The softest of laughs escaped her lips as she gently nuzzled his nape. Before she could utter her reply, she felt a shifting within her, a flutter of life beneath her skin. Smiling, she was reminded of the intimate bond that they shared, that would surely be strengthened with the birth of their daughter. Or son, but preferably a daughter..

Suddenly, there was cold. Disgusting, wet cold. All over her neck, soaking her forelock and rolling down her facade. Quickly, but unwillingly, she was roused from her unconcious state, as a deep voice pierced her harks. Excuse me, but I don't believe that this is a good place to, well, sleep! A deep sigh escaped her nares as she willed him to be part of the dream. Her eyes fought to remain closed, but, of course, fell open, just to ensure that he wasn't going to murder her. She had no intentions of otherwise observing the brute. On a night like tonight, when she really hadn't been seeking company, a sweet, naive little brute might have been welcome. One she could manipulate. But, she really, really wasn't in the mood to deal with a jerk. He stood relatively close to her- in splashing distance, no doubt. She grimaced at the fact that he was somewhat built, and taller than her- he'd be cocky, there was no doubt. She struggled to maintain composure, to maintain her image- but, then again, what did she care what this schmuck thought? "Hey, jerk wad! Go find somebody else's life to ruin!"

Harks pinned, a swift kick was thrown in the general direction of the offender. She thought that she felt it skim his flesh, though she was sure that any impact would have been softened by the dense waters between her and the beast. As quickly as the liquids would permit, she stepped drowsily into a trot, moving slowly but pointedly away from the brute. As she drew further away, she unfortunately gained a slightly better view of his form- he was, admittedly, handsome. Of course, this was of no importance to her, but had he been ugly, she may have been slightly more persistent in her escape. As it was, she came to a halt within an appropriate distance, so that she could admire his reflection in the waters behind her as she pointedly expressed her disdain, hoping that he would disappear as suddenly as he had arrived.

As she silently enjoyed the glow that the moonlight cast over his creamy patches, she wished that he wasn't a jerk. Maybe, then, she would have been a little more cordial to him. He could have been fun to play with, had he just been a little more naive. Then, she knew, any infatuation that she harbored for him would be relinquished the moment she realized how stupid he was not to understand that she was messing with him. And, she could have forgotten about him and begun to seek out her next victim. But, as it was, she wouldn't have the pleasure of toying with his ego, as she wasn't sure it was small enough for her to effectively deflate within any reasonable time constraint. Hopefully, he was at least a smart pain in the rear end, and would be gone when he realized that his presence was genuinely unappreciated. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to stop looking at him, just in case he took it as some form of encouragement, and willed herself to slip back into her dream. A dream of things that she no longer thought about.

OOC;;
Muse; A leetle better. ^.^
Word count; 658
Notes; Of course it's good enough! Yup. Gotta hate boys.. can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. XD

[T:w:i:t:c:h]

Well, needless to say, the amused, no, down right smug look that had been plastered to his features were whiped away within a few moments, with something akin to comical fear at the pure annoyance at the look she was giving him. Aparently, this was NOT one of his better or smarter moves in the recent hours. Then again, when one is deprived of contact with other's of their, no, any race, one can get a little rusty about how to be polite and considerate. Okay. A lot rusty. Even as the water, the once mirror like reflective surface now rippling, disstorting within reflection range into a horrid smudge of color and mass. Of course, this had be caught his eye when the femme's tones, that to him screamed loud and clear ' Leave me the hell alone!, and he would have. Really. Honestly. The night seemed to be doubtful of this, and seemed down right okay with letting him take the full brunt of the mare's kick. How ever, the fates took a little pity on him and the water slowed the attack She did graze him, the water taking some of the power out of the irritated kick, but where it did hit, hurt like a mother. With a grunt, and more out of surprise, he stumbled backwards, his own audits slamming backwards against a light colored cranium, vissage jerked up in something akin to surprise if nothing else. At her words, a look of pure irritation and crossness mixed on his face, and for this, he retalitated, "Oy! I don't see how me waking you up ruined your life princess!"

[/color]

The water, which, if it had been given life, would have been a mix between forlorn and annoyed at the constant disturbances of these..these...these equines! Mammles! But of course, water is but water and therefore could not have felt these things, though. As the mare trotted through the disturbed water, the moon played on her red colored coat, and though he wasn't one to enjoy a mare's looks openly, he had to admit that she was rather an attractive mare. Unfortunatly, he seemed to have pissed her off. Oh well, nothing to do about that except turn around and go home. Right. Of course. The easy way out of an ugly situation. Now, while Bane wouldn't consider himself an extremely intelligent gent, he would consider himself someone who has enough common senes to know when to quite. Apprently he is far into denial, that it's become the absolute truth to him. Therefore, he followed her, his pace a slower walk, but still the broken moonshine of the water splashed upon his buckskin hide, darkening it. This time, however, he kept his distance from her, brown eyes a tad reapproachful.

While not the brightest bulb in the box, he did know that a little bit of manners went quite a long way with some. Of couse, there is only one first impression, and his was not a great impression made. Slowly he sighed, teh water still rippling and stirring, before slowly settling down again, and the insects of the night once again begain to sing their songs, the hum reaching a nearly deafening cresendo as the silence dragged on. Though it couldn't have been more than a few moments since he had followed her, it seemed like hours to him. With a resigned dip of his head, black lined audits having long since resumed their posts, pricked, swiveling this way adn that, listeneing, he sipped at the water, before lifting his head, once again. His voice was quite, like a rebuked child, or in thsi case, a stallion who may have realized his actions may have done something to truely irritate the other there, " I apologize. That was indeed rude of me. Still, I stand by what I said. It's not a good idea to sleep here. At least by yourself. If you're going to be pig headed about it, that's fine, just thought I'd warn you. " [/color] It wasn't a lie. Exactly. It was the truth and an excuse to stay there.

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OoC: Unfortunatly not! Sorry if he seems a bit bi-polar, I haven't really had a chance to really play him for awhile.
Muse: Decent
Song: Multiple Songs
Character: Wolf's Bane
Complete: Yes
Wordcount: 717[/center]

[vonage!]

His rebuttle cut through the cool night air like a knife. Surely, she thought, he would soon be gone. The gentle splash of water behind her confirmed her suspicions- he would leave her alone, and she would forget about him. Slowly, the images reappeared in her mind. Her love was alive again, and her baby rested safely beneath her abdomen. The sun sunk over the horizon, casting long shadows over the treetops...

The gentle slosh of water, only a moment ago such a sign of relief, seemed, to her dismay, to be growing louder. Small waves rolled smoothly over the surface of the river to collide gently, almost affectionately, with her mud-splattered pelt. Heaving a sigh, she risked a glance at the water, and, sure enough, her gaze fell across a mixture of browns and creams that could only have been the reflection of a horse. Irritably, the lass's harks flickered backwards, however, the beast had enough sense to at least come to a halt far away enough that she wouldn't have been able to reach him. To her suprise, he said nothing- she had been expecting some repetition of either the playfulness he had earlier displayed, or of the angst that had made itself clear to his demeanor. Alas, as she glared at his reflection in the river, the silence drew on to an uncomfortably curious length.

After a few minutes of this, she had debated to leave, or at least to find another spot in the water where she could take her nap. His presence was disconcerting- she could feel his gaze bearing into her form, but she had little idea of what could be going through his mind. He was unpredictable, and she didn't like not knowing what his next move would be. Slowly, careful not to make eye contact, she turned, the large white patch on her visage glowing dully in the moonlight. Her intention had, quite honestly, been to carry on, to walk straight past him, but, to her suprise, the beast finally spoke. Harks swiveled to catch his words- his voice was deep and masculine, but to her suprise, he spoke with gentleness. An apology? Suspicious, the lady's pools seemed to narrow as she found the gut to stare him in the face. No, she certainly did not approve of the beast's unpredictable nature- it puzzled her, and she couldn't help but to feel a little frightened. On the other hand, she found within herself the vague notion to open up, to get to know him- as always, this was to be supressed, for the sake of her own well being. She would not put herself on the line- not again.

"Oh," she spat, haughtily, "So, what, now you care about me? What do you want with me?"

She knew that she should leave him, flee before she tempted herself further, but her curiosity got the better of her.

"I don't even know you,"

[/b] she added, boldly, "Who the hell are you, anyways?"[/b]

OOC;;
Muse; Gettin' there.
Word count; 507
Notes; No worries! I like it. Makes things more interesting. ^.^[/blockquote][/size]