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04-12-2013, 04:57 AM
The Orangemoon wind tossed a few strands of dual coloured tresses carelessly over Reiko's rather handsome neck as she stood there patiently waiting for a reply. He was really quite the stallion she observed, holding himself tall in height with navy eyes that were mystifying. His calm demeanour provided a sense of sensibility and security. As his gaze fell upon her though, she felt herself grow wary and nervous - she was never one who felt easy being sized up by either stallion or mare, especially when she was in a foreign environment - and she pawed the ground once. "Prisoner." The key word would ring in her ears and ebony eyes would widen in surprise even as her ears flicked at this news. She chose to reply him in a tone of wonderment, curious to know what predicament this unlucky fellow had fallen into. Why sir, what wrong did you do?" Surely there had to be an explanation for capturing one such as he. As far as she knew, the equines of the Windtossed Foothills were not bad folk at all.
He sought out her name with a gentleman's manners and so, the mare decided to reply civilly even though he was technically a prisoner. "My name is Reiko, and it has been a pleasure to meet you." She arched her neck gracefully and gave a little dip of her head as a form of acknowledgement to the unicorn. Like an unabashed child who knew no form of self-awareness or judgement, she would continue to observe the stallion with doe eyes, waiting for him to tell his story. The manner in which he tuned in to nature then - the shut eyes, and the appreciation of the breeze - it seemed to her that it was all so melancholic, as though a deep tragedy had struck and he was on the unlucky side of the coin. And even as she chose to regard him in the typical "innocent until proven guilty" standpoint, she felt the wariness arise within her and no doubt a barrier had formed subconsciously in the mental form of self-preservation should he choose to strike out or turn vicious, for as the famous saying always goes, that still waters run deep. Dad always said that it was the quiet ones who were all cheery who truly held the most tumultuous of secrets locked within their soul, and the moment these hell hounds were unleashed, there would be trouble brewing at every corner.
He sought out her name with a gentleman's manners and so, the mare decided to reply civilly even though he was technically a prisoner. "My name is Reiko, and it has been a pleasure to meet you." She arched her neck gracefully and gave a little dip of her head as a form of acknowledgement to the unicorn. Like an unabashed child who knew no form of self-awareness or judgement, she would continue to observe the stallion with doe eyes, waiting for him to tell his story. The manner in which he tuned in to nature then - the shut eyes, and the appreciation of the breeze - it seemed to her that it was all so melancholic, as though a deep tragedy had struck and he was on the unlucky side of the coin. And even as she chose to regard him in the typical "innocent until proven guilty" standpoint, she felt the wariness arise within her and no doubt a barrier had formed subconsciously in the mental form of self-preservation should he choose to strike out or turn vicious, for as the famous saying always goes, that still waters run deep. Dad always said that it was the quiet ones who were all cheery who truly held the most tumultuous of secrets locked within their soul, and the moment these hell hounds were unleashed, there would be trouble brewing at every corner.
