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..::The Euphoria of Freedom::.. - Official - 08-12-2012 Enheduanna March 26th, 2012 at 9:20pm Enna had slipped away as soon as she could after her meeting with mother. A swirl of strange emotions fluttering about in her mind. It was a long while before she raised her gaze and found herself at the edge of a great ocean. She had walked until they calmed and she came to the realization of several things. Firstly, the need for evil had left with mother's disapproval. Oddly enough, she realized that this had been foalish behavior. Secondly, that she was not a passive as her mother wanted her to be. She enjoyed manipulating and controlling far too much. Lastly, she also realized that she had no idea to what amount of manipulating she would enjoy. She still didn't really know herself very well at all. With a shrug Enna dismissed all these serious thoughts for a romp playing at the waves. She never went deeper that just above her hooves, but it was a fun game to play, running towards and away from the waves. Her redish gold hide glimmered in the sun as she moved and her long, delicate, redish mane flowed about her in a swirl, just like her mother's. As she played, the edges of her feathers, a gift from her father's blood, became a bit damp and chill until she was forced to stop and lay upon the sandy beach to catch her breath. She was euphoric, content, so many things at once. The thought briefly surfaced in her mind that, if this was what horses felt like when Touched by her, she truly has a wonderful power indeed. She lay there, a pretty speck of gold upon the sand, catching her breath and laughing at her freedom. Jackal February 27th, 2012 at 7:55pm He is here again, hooves planted firmly in the smooth sands. Dei plays in the shifting tides, occasionally dipping below the surface and exploring the shoal of sand, trying to catch fish. The dun colt only watches him, enjoying the cool shade a grove of palmtrees gives him. He likes this endless beach, it reminds him of his broken home. Pawing the sand nervously, he sends waves of dry particles into the air. "But all broken things can be fixed." he mutters, walking along the shoreline, hooves digging crescent-shaped holes into the sand. While his bronze companion plays in the clear oceanwater, wet bronze scales glittering like the sun itself, the colt begins to explore the coast, trying to find someone else to talk to for his bonded was obviously too preoccupied. Softly, foamy brine laps at his heels, begging him into the water. The dun considers this for a moment, gingerly testing the ocean with a striped hoof. He cringes, bounding away with uncharacteristic energy, flying across the beach like some wild thing. But his joyous race is cut abruptly when he almost trips over a golden filly lying on the sand. Balking, he sends a spray of sand splattering in all direction. His sensitive skin itches where the evil little grains have chafed against it. The colt mumbles inaudibly, watching the older girl apologetically. Enheduanna March 2nd, 2012 at 4:06am Her relaxed, happy body was laughing when the younger colt tripped over her outstretched form. At first she was annoyed her coat had been ruined, then she saw the golden young colt before her, and she was suddenly quite ok. She hadn't seen a horse with such perfect coloring, such gracious lines of conformation. He was surely of good breeding and, for being so young, he was quite handsome. He made her both uncomfortable and happier at the same time, for here was another foal, her age, whom she could hopefully play with. She giggled at the gorgeous gold's shyness before replying in her a happy voice, surprising even herself, "Oh, don't worry about that. I was just playing around and it was hard to see me anyways. I'm Enheduanna of the Windtossed Foothills, but everyone just calls me Enna. What's your name, Golden One?" Dear gods, she thought, what was getting into her? First the happy voice and then outright friendliness? Her skin subconsciously shook at the sand in her coat. Restless, she stood up and revealed her beautiful coat of pale red gold. A brilliant mixture of colors her coat was, the inheritance of her royal lineage, and even with some sand it still shone brilliantly in the dull winter sun. She looked at the colt as she thought that this openness would have to be quelled in the future, or, at the very least, she would need to remind herself to plot about how best to control the horse in front of her and make them love her most. She wanted to scold herself but couldn't find a path to the action when she was so ridiculously happy. She had heard the muscled young colt, in his wanderings before he tripped, mention that all broken things could be fixed and was impossibly curious as to what her meant. However, experience told her it would most likely turn badly if she said right away she had been listening when she wasn't supposed to be, and decided to wait until later. Jackal March 7th, 2012 at 7:06pm He expects this pretty filly with her shiny golden hide to yell at him for interrupting her beauty rest, but instead, she is laughing as if it is no big thing to almost run upon her like a stampede of one. Taken aback, the colt flicks his tail, vibrant blue eyes wide with incomprehension. From what he has seen, he perceives girls to be strange things, whimsical creatures of lace and frill. But this girl lays in the sand. She does not bask underneath the cool shade, like he. The filly responds to his quiet, feverish muttering with a cheerful tone and his ears flick forward. "My name is Jackal." He responds, the glimmering bronze banking towards them, landing suddenly on his back and chirping a greeting to the similarly metallic girl. "And this is Dei." She stands up, fine sand raining from her thick winter hide like the heavy snow he had encountered before coming to this coastal paradise. Striped hooves prance backward, to allow her the luxury of breathing space. "You're from the ..Windtossed Foothills, right?" The dun asks carefully, eyeing her with interest, perhaps she can offer him, Dei and Ned a home. He is tired of wandering, tired of living under bridges. Maybe this filly could help him burn them? Enheduanna March 27th, 2012 at 12:17am The colt before me introduces himself as Jackal, with his dragon being named Dei. The metallic dragon which accompanies him strikes a vein of jealousy with me. My mother was over ten and had only gotten her dragon when she was three, or something like that(I couldn't remember exactly how old she'd said she was), and here was this colt, younger than me, who had a BRONZE dragon. But, then again, perhaps that only served to make him all the more enticing. That and he really was handsomely amazing for his age. I meet his gaze for a moment and I find I have to restrain a nervous giggle. Oh, apparently I am destined to become completely undone at this meeting. He asks if I'm from the Windtossed Foothills after I've already told him I am and my enchantment falls for a moment before my young brain is tossed out by hormones. He was so handsome. I lower my lids and gaze out from underneath my long lashes at him with a sweetly warm expression. It is a pleasure to meet you Jackal and with a nod to the bronze, And you as well bronze Dei He asks and I reply to his question in an entrancing voice, Yes I am, handsome Jackal. My dam, Gossamer, leads with my sire Indy as well as Smoke. I get the sudden urge to touch him, to make him tingle, and I can't resist. So I do. With tentative steps I make my way close enough to stretch out my neck and gently brush my muzzle upon the gilded hide of his own, a sign of greeting. Though, as I do this, I channel the Euphoria within me and let out a tendril of it into his skin. I let just enough seep out to make him tingle with the pleasure of meeting somehorse you're attracted to. That inextricable moment when you think you've connected, sparked with someone. Of course, he was a male so he could always just find this pleasurable or something...but my aim was the motive above. |