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A gentle MANS world(Open) - Gustave - 06-18-2014 Gustave Baudelaire
Strong men follow orders. Great men give them.
Dry, thick winds sprinted through his ebony locks as he took a stroll in the more green, lush part of the Threshold. Enjoying the lovely weather he basked in the sun. Folding his thick poles under him and settling under a peach tree Gustave Baudelaire awaiting the company he'd known would come. And perhaps if it didn't that would be a blessing on its own. Even as the tree's ruffled in agony of its branched arms being pushed and pulled by the wind and leaves being torn off while deadly snakes coiled around his trunk and birds pecked at its wood, he could not see or hear a soul close by. The gentleman was used to going days without interaction and it was becoming a regular thing but he was not planning on loosing his proper manners and etiquette skills anytime soon that was bestowed upon his since childhood. Gustave made the outskirts of this foreign land called Helovia his home for a couple months now. He'd ventured away from his usual grooming techniques and now his once straight silky black locks were thick waves and curls, his feathering also began to create a few small waves o the surface, dirt collected at the split ends and the barely noticeable white strip of hair in his tail was hidden as a dark grey and blending into the rest of the ebony fluff. By now he was nibbling distractingly on a peach he found laying around aimlessly without a owner at its stem. The handsome brute could wish nothing other than to find a purpose. His sky blue orbs shut slowly as he swallowed the last bite he took and laid his crown on the surface of his from legs. Mind dazing off slowly but his ears stayed alert for danger. "He speaks his smooth deep voice." x - x RE: A gentle MANS world(Open) - Semira - 06-18-2014 Even the most determined hearts must take a break from familial duty in order to do as they must by their herd. Or so the silver child told herself, as she alighted at the edge of the Threshold and folded her wings before venturing into the woods. Some deep part of her still hoped to catch a glimpse of golden scales or markings between the trunks of the the trees, even as she tested the air for the scent of strangers. Strangers whose scent carried not a trace of any herdland, or any territory she knew. There, was that something? She turned into the slight breeze, inquisitive as she sought a better whiff of whatever or whomever she'd just caught wind of. Without fear or concern, the young dragon-hybrid strode deeper between the trees. She had become accustomed once more to the way the mists wreathed her home woods, and so was of mixed opinion to this forest she wandered through now. It was more open, bright, made her want to stretch her wings and mock the grasping branches that would make actual flight nearly impossible. But at the same time unknown and unwelcoming. It was this that hurried her steps, enough so that she nearly missed the sight of the big black stud resting beneath a stray fruit tree. It was the glint of his horn that had her pausing and turning back, curving her long and sinuous tail through the air like a curious kitten deciding whether to leave well enough alone or pounce upon the unknown. He appeared to be asleep, eyes closed and figure relaxed, but she doubted any would seriously pursue a nap here. Her head bowed low, ears tipped forward to the point of nearly straining a muscle, and wings loosened from her sides in an unconscious gesture that bespoke of her preparedness to move swiftly away should the steps be necessary to take. "Hello?" She inquired in her light, melodic voice, poised far enough away that she was safe from sudden lurching and flailing should she actually startle him from a nap. But her golden eyes gleamed with bright curiosity, putting the lie to the tentative precautions she'd made before saying hello. RE: A gentle MANS world(Open) - Sheba - 06-18-2014
RE: A gentle MANS world(Open) - Sikeax - 06-18-2014
RE: A gentle MANS world(Open) - Gustave - 06-18-2014 Gustave Baudelaire
Strong men follow orders. Great men give them.
His ears twitched, he could hear wings flapping and a light thump in the distance. Awaiting the animal to come closer another soon joined it, The Baudelaire stallion flung his eyes open and made it to his full height. His jagged horn shied in the remaining sunlight that peeked through the trees that blocked it. Before him was a yearling, quite extra ordinary looking with smooth dragon scales that raided only certain areas of herself. Gustave felt slightly uneasy being around the yearly but his dislike for children soon settled as he turned his attention to the pearly grey female unicorn. Her age was quite settled in her bright but sunken eyes, she couldn't be that much older than him because he has to admit- she looked good. But Gustave didn't let that blur his mind and he refused to drool over the mare. "Hello?" He blinks idly at the filly, awaiting her purpose. he not towered over both and was at a loss of words to say. So like any respecting male would do, Gustave Baudelaire bowed his head in the presence of the ladies for he was thankful they came in peace. Then another joined the small crowd. This time she was a light honey with brown legs that inched up halfway stopping at her knees, another foal but this one seemed quite....melodramatic and full of energy, not that he minded being in the company of a one of a kind fellow unicorn. Sikeax, of the Dragon's Throat. How are you? "Good afternoon Ladies. I am the best I can be as a outcast but I suppose manners brought you to ask such a question and not genuine concern of me. My birth name is Gustave Baudelaire but Gus is perfectly fine. How are we doing on such a lovely day?" ooc: oh thank you all for replying! And sorry I don't know how to tag people :( x - x RE: A gentle MANS world(Open) - Semira - 06-20-2014 Mild surprise slid through the silver child as the big stallion was quick to gain his feet and just as quick to dismiss her. A trickle of indignancy had her withdrawing a step and collecting herself. Her wings tucked against her sides and she held herself upright, gone silent as she contemplated this oddity. Never before in her short life had she been so swiftly glanced at and ignored. It was odd, to say the least, and she might have been inclined to anger if she had more of an inclination toward vanity. Instead, she was merely irritated by the stallion's rudeness. That irritation was shown only in the twitching of her tail, the tasseled tip flicking back and forth to an unheard beat. Her golden eyes shifted inquisitively toward the pale mare who'd wandered up shortly after she herself had, who seemed to keep the stallion's attention much better than her own unusual appearance did. It made her wonder why, even as a twitch of an ear caught the sound of yet another approaching. A quirk of humor tugged at her lips to realize that she was the odd one out in another way... all but she wore horns. But it was the appearance of this third mare... filly would be a better term, since the one who introduced herself as Sikeax appeared to be of an age with the silver child. It was Sikeax's introduction that finally drug words out of the stallion instead of just a polite nod. So his name is Gustave? An odd name for an odd stallion, but she wouldn't say as much to his face. "It is a good day to be out and about," the silver child conceded in response to this Gustave's polite banter. "I am Semira, of the World's Edge." Manners were manners, after all! "What brings you to Helovia, Gus?" A small part of her wanted to ask him why he had dismissed her without even saying hello back, but she restrained herself. It would be rude, and she was determined to be better than that, better than him. RE: A gentle MANS world(Open) - Sheba - 06-21-2014
RE: A gentle MANS world(Open) - Sikeax - 07-02-2014 she's got a pretty face,. but no heart to match
Muscles, clearly powerful beneath his midnight coat, rippled and brought him to stand before them. The winged girl, whose unique features caught her attention, stepped back. With her eyes admiring her peer, she instinctively copied her companion and gave a snort, not one of aggression, one brought forth by a thought she doesn't become conscious of. It's there, she had been told to do so, and it only seemed something that her species should do at a time like that. Forced forward the eagerness to listen all of their words, his Gustave, the winged's Semira, which reminds her momentarily of Amara's companion with the closeness, and the foreign sounds of the palest's voice. They all have something special to them while she can do nothing but offer a polite tone and concern for those about her. Their lips hush, and she takes her chance. "I am just fine, thank you for asking. Has your travels here been well, is there anything we can offer you to make you feel at home in our, and hopefully your new, home?" A warm smile passes to her facial features. This is no race to take a man who is new and homeless home to their ranks, to make him another nameless creature mounted on a shelf to be used when he is needed. No, she intends to show that he as a living being means more, and that he has purpose. In all truths, it was not her first rodeo, she had done this before, but this go around she was not frowned and looked down upon as in the past. She kept manners, concern, and all else in check, and left the rest behind when it was not needed. Ooc: That's okay! You tag some like this: @[namegoeshere] |