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11-23-2013, 09:20 PM
"... Time to do what?" a voice asked from a nearby thicket, deep and soft as a morning breeze and decidedly amused. The whisper of green leaves sounded like laughter as they gave way to the bulk of a stallion; silver skinned and slender, yet the muscles that rippled beneath the metallic coat of oxidized argent and glimmering gold were impressive enough to suggest an extra moment of thought before doing something rash. A cascade of pale tassels rushed like a waterfall down the arched crest, set ablaze like silken fire as the equine shook his head; equally golden eyes as the burnished back clipped blearily as he blinked the sleep from them, drowsy curiosity apparent as he peered over at the loud youngster.
"You're quite the brave one, to announce your presence like that" he commented, still with that amused undertone jingling about the voice. The black-masked face beneath its white lacing of cobweb did not smile however - not even the slightest of smirks could be found. "Are you not afraid of the predators that roam the woods?"
A provocative question, when directed at such a young stallion. Yet Lace wanted to know what kind of horse he had before him. From outward appearance it would seem he had come across a strong, confident young equine, but mistakes and long years had taught him that the outer layers often were deceiving. Just look at himself; all glittering hues and dancing footsteps with a built that echoed the younger stud's, only sleeker because of his mixed blood. Who would have thought that the finely garbed silver grullo would be strong enough to have earned the position as herd leader, a dragon kin emerged victorious from a battle with earth giants and fear-inducing boggarts?
He seemed a far cry from all that where he stood, shoulder leaned against the rough bark of a pine tree, hips slanted and yawning with burdocks in the tail and a straw of grass dangling from the crook of the mouth.
Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-
♦ Permission granted to use magic and violence on Lace and Fajira
♦ Only tag in new threads, spars and if it's urgent
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