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12-17-2013, 12:32 PM

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One could say that the entrance of most all daunting forests were defined by a clearly sketched black-green wall that held, like a burly membrane, all of the fallen trees and monstrous dwellers together. But this one, it was captivating. The trees of the Threshold slowly eased tighter and tighter together as the gypsy girl moved more south. The words Solace and Ricochet had to offer spun around in her head like the webs that held together an archway of leaning, rife fire-trees. She lowered her head and pushed herself through the dense wood. Stepping with all the swiftness of a gaited Saddlebred, Feuille navigated the forest as if she were an old squirrel. It seemed odd, at least to a passerby, that she could so quickly, yet so quietly, and gracefully move nimble limbs through the seemingly impassable layers of deepening forest. The only sound she might have uttered would be the soft clink of earrings together. She mimicked a single red leaf.

Mostly she was at luck with the morning dew that dampened the rotting layers of sifting mold carpeting her footfalls. Feuille's tricky pace would define experience and love of woods that only lacked smoke. Autumn was her soul's temperature, and the cool breezes blew her in whichever direction, while she followed without a thought of peculiarity aimed at her decisions.

who's to say where the wind will take you
who's to know what it is will break you

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01-03-2014, 02:57 PM

FAELON.

_{_{trust your heart, let fate decide}}

rambling fae rambling fae"to guide these lives" The deep forest was a captivating, a beautiful sight. One that would lure any wandering horse closer to the wooded area, surrounded by massive trees. The dark place greatly appealed to the ghostly unicorn stallion who silently floated within the trees. The deep forest was a place of serenity, a haven for an outcast like him. Angelic, yet so wicked at the same time, Faelon adored the evergreens blocking the sunlight, and casting an ethereal shadow over the place. His golden mane caressed his ivory face, soft and pale. A small smile adorned his gracious lips as he continued his morning stroll through the woods.

Moss lined the floor, softening each of the stallion's footfalls as he breezed through. Seeking company, or at least a small conversation, the man humbly stayed quiet hearing the soft thud of another horse wandering in the early morning. An autumn colored fae was wandering on the same path as he, briskly moving through the dew floor. Finding himself to be in front of the lady, he quietly emerged from the trees to make himself seen. A kind grin played upon his lips as soft tones called out to the lady. "Good day, M'lady", properly introducing himself, he bowed his horned head in respect.

"I am Faelon", not being the most social, the ivory stallion found it hard to uphold conversations with others.

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01-05-2014, 03:37 PM

Simply another beautiful filly, her hopes high and her dreams big, there is only a few things that set her apart from the others. Her size, of course. Also, her mature personality, and sweet and caring tone. Always looking out for others and being a truly kind soul.

The girls wlks through the Deep Forest, the thought that she spends a little too much time here, settling at the back of her thoughts. She doesn't mind the eerie, odd feeling here, really, she loves it. Although sometimes a twig snapping or a slight sound in the distance may make her jump, she still loves the thrill and challenge in being here. With a skilled kind, she works her way through the thick underbrush, almost impossible to navigate. But she does it with talented long pillars and a mind made to work out large problems. Above her, large pines stretch to try touch the heavens, a beautiful sight. On the ground lays a blanket of pine needles; one of natures best insalatours. A smile crosses her kissers, for shehas spotted two brings. A ivory brute wig a crown, and a much darker dove that is hornless. A small hate for in-horned beings thrives inside her soul, but she must remember she is one of them, and she wouldn't want to hate herself.... Or would she?

Kind orbs set on the duo, she approaches slowly. When she is about ten feet from them, she snorts, which is followed by a silly giggle.

" Greetings, I am Abishia, what may I call you? "

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01-10-2014, 10:36 PM

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It occurred to her that the autumnal dance shook itself out, and on spindly, travel-worn hooves she planted herself in the forest. Tail lifts and she becomes tall, ears erect, orange eyes vibrantly wamble focusing on the macro-detail of dew beading an orange leaf. Feuille always took the time to digest the smaller perspectives of life, feeling serenity bleed through her eyes into the softness of her thoughts, cajoling. Somewhere musings cast their essence across her own doe-esque figure. She felt like a replication, her own colors reflecting in pools of dew. She had the ability to glow, radiate like an opening flower. The minutes spun by, she could have stayed here forever, listening like this to the sounds of the forest, enchanted by the grip of nuance. But like a fly in a web she was trapped by intrigue. She has the ability to get caught up leaf-like trifles.

Forever wasn't long enough, especially when she heeded the dank sound of forest footfalls nearing. He was quiet, but somehow she'd adapted a capacity for hearing, for feeling movements through the dense wood. As if some gilded nymph of nature gifted her, she felt him in all the quietness. With eyes suddenly weary, she lifted her gaze.

"Good day, M'lady,"

Feuille turned herself to face the stallion, shoulders allowing legs to cross over while she kept her haunches still to show all the grace involved in caution. She was cautious of her movements, not herself. She found it easy to relax in the presence of strangers and let her voice roll through daily melodies. It had been a while since she'd seen a soul. "Hello there," she said, voice softly floating over a damp wilderness. The calm of the moment let her senses relax, her tail drooped a bit while ears stay erect, but soft enough to waver in wind. She had the final days of youth making ends meet and she didn't need spunky dexterity for a conversation to jive. She had to admit, she felt a little intoxicated.

"Faelon is a noble name," the Jaune child returned as the white stallion spilled his name. "I am Feuille Jaune." She was getting to see him now, eyes focusing on the radiance of sunrise tresses and the purity of stark white. He stuck out among the forest, blessed with a pietistic figure, the colors of nobility. He reminded her briefly of fables and figures that led glorious royals through their enervated means of conquest.

Nearly as soon as the words dropped from her mouth, Feuille felt yet another presence in the forest. Her eyes drifted beyond Faelon to an emerging filly painted by a flirtatious brush. She reflected Feu's younger years, times before travel wore down her edges like the years of age on leather. She knew this filly, as instantly as she recognized youth, was going to be jaded.

"Greetings to you Abishia," the wanderer said with a white smile. "You may call me Feuille."

[I apologize for the tremendous wait!]

who's to say where the wind will take you
who's to know what it is will break you

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