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With Feathers On Fire - Risa - 02-06-2015
Code generated by Tintedglass Layout Generator RE: With Feathers On Fire - December - 02-06-2015 White December It was a surprisingly cold night for Tallsun, and the mare couldn't help but embrace it. Her feathered limbs carried her thick build forward, a gentle lope that rolled her hips and shoulders with ease. The moon seemed different tonight, never-moving, with the stars shining brighter than usual, as if to make up for the sudden lackluster the sphere gave. December heeded no mind to such things, only embraced the dark cold, letting it penetrate her spine and cause a welcoming shiver to overtake it. Closing steel eyes she took in a fresh breath of air, chest expanding to fill her lungs to the brim, before exhaling softly, lids parting only slightly to look at her surroundings through a droopy gaze. She hadn't been paying attention to where she had been walking, and her hooves had subconsciously brought her back to here, of all places. The Threshold. She only felt bitterness now towards the shrouded clearing, the memories she made in it often too much to bear. She couldn't hold back now, she had committed, and so with her usual stoic expression she continued forward, grey dipped legs working at a slower, but very certain pace deeper into the woods. She didn't make it very far though, not when the shrill call of someone alerted her. Pricking ivory receptors her massive skull lifted, eyes open and alert to try and pinpoint the source of such panic. She didn't need to think long though, for another call followed the first, much more panicked than before, causing her to shift herself onto her haunches and spin, galloping off in the direction the voice had carried from. Despite her preferring solitude, not liking anyone to be in her presence, the fact that someone was that scared most likely meant danger, and she wouldn't stand by for that, not even if it met contact with others. Strong muscles rippled through her dappled frame, carrying her with a surprising amount of speed despite her size, and soon up ahead the distant sound of hooves thundering indicated she was closing in on her target. Lifting her ears to try and catch any other sounds she sped up, closing in on what appeared to be a black figure. Wings seemed to adorn the mare's back, laced with ebon and crimson feathers, and she was going with reckless abandon. With a final burst of speed December finally caught up to her, managing to run at her side and look over, to see what exactly had her so spooked. Nothing was behind them though, nothing in front either. No, it was just them, running like they were about to die in the chilly Tallsun evening as the moon offered a spotlight for their show. Having grown rather tired of this chase, the white mare leaped in an attempt to gain distance over the fellow draft, working herself further enough in front to try and stop her, turning her body to the side and skidding to a halt, prepared for any impact that might come. Her steel eyes focused intently on the woman, looking her over again with that attentive yet emotionless expression, before finally letting words slip from her smoky maw,"There's no need to run. Nothing will hurt you here, except yourself if you keep running with such recklessness." "Speech" Text Thought {WC: 550 RE: With Feathers On Fire - Risa - 02-06-2015
Code generated by Tintedglass Layout Generator RE: With Feathers On Fire - December - 02-06-2015 White December Perhaps she should have waited until the mare was slightly slower. Their bodies nearly collided when the inky maiden was forced to stop abruptly, but thankfully, she had managed to come to a halt merely inches away from December. Her eyes remained entirely focused on her, checking to see if she had taken any damage at the sudden stop, before flicking her gaze back to meet the stranger's when she finally spoke. She obviously felt awkward about their current predicament. December on the other hand didn't much care. She had achieved her goal, and now she was only silent, letting a few breaths pass between the two in hopes of letting the friesian calm herself before venturing forward again. A gentle breeze swayed at her grey tipped tresses, cooling her down from the adrenaline that raced through her, and finally she cleared her throat, looking blankly at the mare before once again, speaking in her deep timbre,"I am White December. Are you in need of a place to stay? The Hidden Falls, where I reside, has plenty of room for shelter should you need it." She let the words settle upon them for a moment, before silence overcame them both and she waited, for anything, from this mare. The ivory fem was never one for casual conversation, for making small talk to try and help someone to relax. No, she was to the point, honest and forthcoming in her ways, as anything else seemed to merely be a waste of time. Horses could live their lives longer, doing more important things than just sitting and talking idle chit chat. It was one thing the mare would never understand when it came to the norms of society. "Speech" Text Thought {WC: 287 RE: With Feathers On Fire - Risa - 02-07-2015
Code generated by Tintedglass Layout Generator RE: With Feathers On Fire - December - 02-08-2015 White December Clearly, the mare didn't take too well to her blunt offer either. No one did in all honesty, but December was not the type to change for others. Her name flitted in the air around her, and the snowy woman tucked it away neatly into her memory cache for later purposes. Risa, is what she preferred to be called. Upon the bow and the formal words, only a brow is raised from her, and she looked down at her stance with silence. Seeing that she most likely felt awkward, the woman snorted once again, tossing her large head and letting her voice fill the silence,"December is fine. Miss is something you should never use with an equal." She meant those words when she said them. She had never bothered with formalities, with soothing someone's ego simply because it was the "polite" thing to do. She treated them how she felt they deserved to be treated, though for the most part, she was civil to all. Moving forward from that point, she shifted slightly to get more comfortable, seeing that this mare wasn't going anywhere with her until she got some answers. "This place is Helovia," she stated matter of factly, looking around the dark trees for a moment, eyes stopping every so often on certain spots, before finally landing back on Risa," There are four lands here, each run by two rulers, and every member plays a part. At least, that is how it works in the Falls. " She paused briefly, letting her eyes momentarily glaze over in thought, before looking up into the deep night with that same intense gaze. Soon she was looking back to her opposite, waiting for any response from her, any sign that she had come to a decison over time. December didn't have much to say either about this land, for she was still rather new, but she was going to help, in whatever way she could she supposed. "Speech" Text Thought {WC: 326 RE: With Feathers On Fire - Risa - 02-09-2015
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