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08-18-2012, 11:35 AM
The slender, long-legged stallion was motionless against the trees, a dark smudge between the thick tree trunks. He was at home here, with the drone of the buzzing bees, quieter without Tallsun, but still in here- the birds chirping in the rustling branches, the trickle of water from a tiny creek. Quiach was a very thin, Thoroughbred-type unicorn. He moved through the trees with lethal grace, a dark liver chestnut shadow against the rippling golden shafts of light. Golden dapples splashed his lower flanks, and a white sock broke the unmarred near-black on his right fore. Unseen, hidden by his long dark forelock, a gleaming star was nestled between his eyes, but most of the star, except for a ring, was hidden by the horn. A black, ribbed, thin, spiraling unicorn's horn. The handsome stag paused, nostrils flaring delicately to test the air.
He was from a land just past Anarore, and he had travelled quietly through dark forests and open plains. He was not a horse most remembered, and few felt any like for his strange, erratic ways. Quiach snorted, flicking his long tail. It was something similar to a lion's tail, except instead of a thick tuft on the end, long shimmering waves of hair fell from beneath the corded muscle. It helped the graceful stallion balance easily, and also gave him a very mystical air.
A bluejay scolded from a tree, chirping insistently as it stared upon the unicorn. Quiach eyed it uneasily, taking a couple of steps away. Where was the one he was looking for, his lover? Rehovah, the white mare of the skies. How strange that he, one who often looked down upon the winged horses, had fallen in love with one. And how strange that she had let herself to be fallen with one with no wings and only strange charm.
[ooc: so I was thinking maybe we could start off they already love each other, but they haven't seen each other in a long time?]
He was from a land just past Anarore, and he had travelled quietly through dark forests and open plains. He was not a horse most remembered, and few felt any like for his strange, erratic ways. Quiach snorted, flicking his long tail. It was something similar to a lion's tail, except instead of a thick tuft on the end, long shimmering waves of hair fell from beneath the corded muscle. It helped the graceful stallion balance easily, and also gave him a very mystical air.
A bluejay scolded from a tree, chirping insistently as it stared upon the unicorn. Quiach eyed it uneasily, taking a couple of steps away. Where was the one he was looking for, his lover? Rehovah, the white mare of the skies. How strange that he, one who often looked down upon the winged horses, had fallen in love with one. And how strange that she had let herself to be fallen with one with no wings and only strange charm.
[ooc: so I was thinking maybe we could start off they already love each other, but they haven't seen each other in a long time?]
