Post by cassie on Jun 25, 2006 11:33:27 GMT -5
its just me
The thundering hooves of only one drummed against the hard ground. Shallow breaths came out as partically parted lips allowed hot, steamy breaths to tumble out from deep within her gullet. Her flaxen plume was raised like a flag as the harmona thundered along, head striving to stay hieghtened to see and express the swelling pride within. Her golden ribbons flew in the wind as it burst forth from its confineents nestled in the clouds and hit her face with power and strength. Her auds were flicked backward, to prevent any dirt from entering her audettes. She flared her unchis, fierce chocolate ooids peircing any object, inanimate or not, in her way.
Cearace was pride, swelling with it. Her eyes were fierce and drilled into yours with such a feeling that you'd have to look away. Your rank would mean nothing to her. Respect was earned, not demanded, trust fought for, not taken, and friendship won, not shattered. That's how it always worked for Cear, and it hadn't failed her yet. Her protective wall to guard herself from being hurt made her so.. untrustworthy. She may have not seemed afraid (and she never would let it show, or admit that she was scared or afraid; she was too prideful). Yet, if you dug in deep enough to reach Cear with your heart and soul because, well, simply said, she loved you, you would find that, beneath the bitter actions and malign insults, she was afraid. She always had been. She was afraid of being hurt. She was afraid to be made fun of. She was afraid.. Is a afraid.. Afraid...
Cear slowed to a walk, sides heaving as she tried to breath at a regular pace again. The gray clouds made the Alliance Claiming grounds look even gloomier than usual. Narrowed slits that had been her prideful, wide eyes glared at the sun, mocking it. Stupid sun.. Leave us Darklings be, for you and the lights have a stupid date to be on, hmm? she taunted in her thoughts, her smirk plastered to her mugg. The fae suddenly screamed as a large, icy cold droplet of water dropped into her eye. She shook herself, the surprise taking the best of her. Another few large drops sprinkled on her back, making the dull sweat glisten more brightly as the water blended into it.
She grumbled to herself, under her breath. She felt the large droplets fall to soak her as she stood there, steaming with annoyance. As the fae stood, growing even more wet by the minute, water rolled from the ends of her mane and rolled gently down to her hooves, before gliding off her. She tossed her aigrette, which didn't help at all. The water would shake off just to let more water soak into her tufts of hair. She sighed in agitation, before she reared and wheeled around, mud flinging around at her hocks. With that, she galloped off, only the thuds of her hooves and the loud drops of water falling sounding out in the region.
As the water cascaded down her shoulders to the ground, her muscles rippled, her legs flexing as she tried to escape the muddy area. She pinned her lobes, lacing them to her skull. The chestnut mare kept going, sliding occasionally on the muddy litho. Her legs were finally mud-covered when she gave up and went beneath a cluster of trees, although it was just the same as outside the cluster; cold, wet, and chocful of mud.
Amber eyes gazed out over the gray plains (all the gray were the silvery raindrops falling from the skies). Cear glared out, not bothering to call for a stag. Ishtar probably heard of her already (considering that she was one of the only ones on the Alliance) and was probably on his way. Or, better yet, already here.
ooc- ick, its crap.. i haven't rped horses in a while..
The thundering hooves of only one drummed against the hard ground. Shallow breaths came out as partically parted lips allowed hot, steamy breaths to tumble out from deep within her gullet. Her flaxen plume was raised like a flag as the harmona thundered along, head striving to stay hieghtened to see and express the swelling pride within. Her golden ribbons flew in the wind as it burst forth from its confineents nestled in the clouds and hit her face with power and strength. Her auds were flicked backward, to prevent any dirt from entering her audettes. She flared her unchis, fierce chocolate ooids peircing any object, inanimate or not, in her way.
Cearace was pride, swelling with it. Her eyes were fierce and drilled into yours with such a feeling that you'd have to look away. Your rank would mean nothing to her. Respect was earned, not demanded, trust fought for, not taken, and friendship won, not shattered. That's how it always worked for Cear, and it hadn't failed her yet. Her protective wall to guard herself from being hurt made her so.. untrustworthy. She may have not seemed afraid (and she never would let it show, or admit that she was scared or afraid; she was too prideful). Yet, if you dug in deep enough to reach Cear with your heart and soul because, well, simply said, she loved you, you would find that, beneath the bitter actions and malign insults, she was afraid. She always had been. She was afraid of being hurt. She was afraid to be made fun of. She was afraid.. Is a afraid.. Afraid...
Cear slowed to a walk, sides heaving as she tried to breath at a regular pace again. The gray clouds made the Alliance Claiming grounds look even gloomier than usual. Narrowed slits that had been her prideful, wide eyes glared at the sun, mocking it. Stupid sun.. Leave us Darklings be, for you and the lights have a stupid date to be on, hmm? she taunted in her thoughts, her smirk plastered to her mugg. The fae suddenly screamed as a large, icy cold droplet of water dropped into her eye. She shook herself, the surprise taking the best of her. Another few large drops sprinkled on her back, making the dull sweat glisten more brightly as the water blended into it.
She grumbled to herself, under her breath. She felt the large droplets fall to soak her as she stood there, steaming with annoyance. As the fae stood, growing even more wet by the minute, water rolled from the ends of her mane and rolled gently down to her hooves, before gliding off her. She tossed her aigrette, which didn't help at all. The water would shake off just to let more water soak into her tufts of hair. She sighed in agitation, before she reared and wheeled around, mud flinging around at her hocks. With that, she galloped off, only the thuds of her hooves and the loud drops of water falling sounding out in the region.
As the water cascaded down her shoulders to the ground, her muscles rippled, her legs flexing as she tried to escape the muddy area. She pinned her lobes, lacing them to her skull. The chestnut mare kept going, sliding occasionally on the muddy litho. Her legs were finally mud-covered when she gave up and went beneath a cluster of trees, although it was just the same as outside the cluster; cold, wet, and chocful of mud.
Amber eyes gazed out over the gray plains (all the gray were the silvery raindrops falling from the skies). Cear glared out, not bothering to call for a stag. Ishtar probably heard of her already (considering that she was one of the only ones on the Alliance) and was probably on his way. Or, better yet, already here.
ooc- ick, its crap.. i haven't rped horses in a while..