Lenore
March 25th, 2012 at 1:41am

The mouse mare started off across the grounds of the Threshold at a
walk that carried elements of a saunter. Lenore had decided that her
time wandering was over. There was a recent influx of strangers,
coming from gods-know-where and building up formal herds. The concept
was unusual to the mare but she was not a stranger to it. The entire
structure was unappealing and sponsored weakness in individuals
themselves. How can one learn to support themselves if there will
always be someone to back them up? It made no sense. On the other
hand, it was the best setting for Lenore to play her games.

Until she had resources, she would have to settle in a herd if one
should accept the snake. Being unveiled was one of her greatest fears
but she did not go to great lengths to prevent it. It would usually
give off a feeling of a blatantly fake character. Timidity is what she
hid behind as well as undertones of etiquette and humbleness. However,
she was unsure of how long these forces would hold. The new
approaching group was strange to her and one has already displayed her
charge over nature, something that left Lenore in a state of awe and
horror. She beheld the landscape before her, the clove of a valley to
her right and the slope of a mountain under her. Lenore realized that
the land may just as well open up and eat her. That is, if the padding
of snow did not end up drowning her first. Lenore was patient enough
but she cold not wait until late spring, when the snow was long gone
and she would not have to fear being buried alive by a heap of ice
falling on her head. Her dark color did not help her case. She felt
vulnerable even if in the back of her mind she knew most predators
were hibernating but still, if horses with supernatural power were
flooding in, there is no reason why they could not have brought along
other sorts of creatures.

"."
ooc/sorry for the ramblings x.x Open for everyone to jump in but I'd
like her to go to the foothills, if possible :)

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Gossamer the Benevolent
March 27th, 2012 at 11:43pm

{ooc: sorry for le nakedness but I didn't have enough time on the big
comp to grab it since our wi-fi's down and I can't use my laptop.lol}

Gossamer wanders through these lands which are quickly becoming
familiar to her, graceful and elegant. She is a queen amongst the
bland landscape, a delicate glittering form weaving amongst the trees.
Lazulli, just come from a hunt, lays upon her back in a deep slumber.
She herself is slightly slower than usual for she had just finished
grazing before heading out on her daily trek to the Threshold of the
world. It was something she had come to relish about her day for it
tended to be the one time she didn't encounter her foal complaining
about not being a mare, or herd member's and ruling and every such
thing. She could wander and relax and meet new horses, eager and
hopeful for a new life. The Spanish mare walked, floated really, with
her jeweled mane and tail glittering about her in the setting sun like
a cloud of fog. She walked until the trailings of scent and the
tendrils of leftover thoughts tickled her nostrils. These were unlike
others she had encountered in that the intent and subject of the
specific tendrils was locked away: this horse was strong in will and
mind. Though she generally chose to avoid these horses, for they could
be rude or evil, her relaxed mood caused her to think "why not" and
she followed the trail until she found the horse she had picked up
upon.

The first thing she noted was that the horse was the mare, unusual for
such a strong and hard mind, and that she had odd purple markings. The
blue mark of virtue on her right shoulder tickled her in reminder as
she strode into the clearing with her walk still floating, as it was
her default, as her mane and tail fluttering to rest about her body.
Though her steps were careful and gentle the overall feel of her was
regal, the favorite of the gods for her equality. Though this mare
kept her thoughts locked away Gossamer could sense some inner turmoil
within her purple-dashed form. It was as if she was yearning to be
good and sweet, but had the urge to do things unkind. She contemplated
the correctness of her actions as she stopped but decided that perhaps
she and the herd could help this mare find her way in life. After all,
her herd was sanctuary to all who required it, even those who had lost
their way. Her voice was like a gentle stream falling over warm rocks,
calming and soothing, a balm in a world of roughness,

"Greetings Traveler, I am Gossamer the Benevolent of the Windtossed
Foothills and the head lead there. How fare you this cold winter's
day. "

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Lenore
April 3rd, 2012 at 1:39am

Lenore could not see anyone but she could smell them and hear their
steps through the snow. However, when the pale mare came into view, it
was something of a surprise to the grulla. She looked like snow but
there was disruption of blue on her back and it was not until the
stranger came closer that she would recognize it as a creature. Its
shape was familiar but in her gut she knew it was foreign. Lenore did
not want to pry and so she shifted her gaze to meet the stranger in
the eye. The other mare seemed nice enough but wariness still plagued
the dark horse.

The approaching equine seemed to regard herself highly, something that
Lenore made a bitter mental note of. The snake held a timid smile and
occasionally flicked her gaze to the ground to avoid an awkward stare.
The white, Gossamer as she called herself certainly had an air of
authority and the wanderer was not surprised when she announced her
command over others. Lenore lowered her head in a horse's way of a
more casual bow.

"It's an honor, Miss Gossamer. I am Lenore, simply a wanderer here.
The weather is not kind but I have been managing."

True, the weather had not been so kind at all. There was hardly one
place that went without snow and she had been digging through the icy
shell that held some sort of vegetation. Even so, she was able to find
enough to eat. On the off side, the snow felt more like a live flame
burning its way down her throat. There was probably no escaping that.
A few more months is all, and how eagerly Lenore waited for them.

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Gossamer the Benevolent
April 10th, 2012 at 2:28am

The pearlescent mare was mildly confused. She had felt alternating
tendrils of thought when approaching the mare but now that she was
here the mare's mind streams were vague. Somehow, she sensed that this
mare would detect any prying into her brain so Gossamer merely let it
go. Her overall thoughts and desires were good, even if she had
momentary dark ones. Her hope was that, by living in her herdland, the
mare would see that true kindness did exist among horses and that she
would change for the better. Though, the ivory fem reflected, she
would have to be sure to watch this one for a while. Lazulli rolled on
his back and chirrup-burped his agreement at this thought. Her
expression was kind and warmer now as she spoke and her voice took on
more of a less formal tone,

["That is saddening to hear. My land is fairly temperate in the winter
so we remain relatively untouched. If it is solace and shelter from
the cold you seek or merely fellowship, you will not find my herd
lacking. We are kind and every horse is required to treat one another
equally and with respect. You can rest your weary bones in peace."

She was in a contented mood today and this mare was not bad in the
least so why bother with being all uptight and conservative. It was a
day to relax and enjoy the world, of new beginnings, and of joy and
she certainly intended to allow every horse the possibility of
experiencing this, especially cold and travel worn newcomers for they
were in the most need of peace.

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Lenore
April 12th, 2012 at 12:57am

From what Lenore could tell, Gossamer regarded her in innocence. Good.
The serpentine creature on her back made an odd noise. something like
a bird, but not. It was a sound the snake could not place. Maybe one
day she would ask the leading lady about it. The next words caught the
grulla's attention and she snapped out of her thoughts. It sounded
like the pale one was offering a place in her herd. It all seemed so
simple. Was this how all herds worked? They all just went out and
recruited wanders to be part of their herd? It was somewhat curious
but perhaps there was a strategic reason behind mass recruitment. War
perhaps. It was a thing of myth to Lenore, as she had never seen it.
She had only seen band stallions fight over mares and even that seemed
brutal by itself. Lenore thought of war as stallions lined up in rows,
preparing to defend gods-know-what and ending up as martyrs. These
were her impressions of herds' strange ways. Nonetheless, the mare
would not decline. "Nothing could sound better."

Lenore would not confess her herd virginity so to speak. It was better
to be seen as a weaker link than a threat. Then she thought in
retrospect,
what if Gossamer's blurb was in fact, not a invitation, but simply a
description. The grulla had never had an invitation to, well, anything
or anywhere. Her heart picked up its pace and her adrenaline began
seeping into her blood. Oh no... Lenore worked hard to keep her more
serene facade and keep her breathing even. She did not want to start
sweating obscenely lest Gossamer think Lenore were ill. The purple
streaked mare managed a small smile, another attempt to cover her
anxiety. She did not want her good plans to be foiled over such a
stupid mistake.

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Gossamer the Benevolent
April 13th, 2012 at 4:26pm

Gossamer stared at this incredibly odd mare with great interest. She
seemed to have bits of bad about her, which brought anxiety, but the
mare did not seem to be all bad. She kept flinging about thoughts of
"being discovered" but seemed to have nothing to "be discovered"
about. As Lenore spoke, she seemed to have a miniature panic attack
over her own words and began to look incredibly nervous. If Gossamer
had eyebrows one would be raised above the other in amused puzzlement.
Why would one freak out about an invitation to a herd? She
contemplated this for a moment more before making a decision.

Whatever. Perhaps, after wandering so long in the wilderness the mare
was worried about fitting in? Whatever the case, Gossamer wasn't
getting feelings which would worry her enough to not welcome the mare
right now. Though, it would be a shame to welcome a mare and then have
her turn out to be a spy or a horse trying to bring her down....hmmm
"Very well, follow me home then Lenore. I'll have one of my warriors
or herdmates help you get your bearings for a while upon our arrival."
There, she would have a "helper" for a little while and they could let
her know if anything was anymore off about the odd mare.

{Gossamer is going to have someone follow her about for say, her first
three posts in the Foothills if thats ok with you? If Sol or Archibald
don't I'll have Enna follow her around.lol}

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Lenore
April 17th, 2012 at 12:58am

Maybe it was not such a huge thing to worry about. The pale mare
stared at Lenore oddly and a hot flush ran through the grulla. She
felt foolish and anything less than embarrassed would be an
understatement. However, the Chieftess' words lifted the pressure off
her shoulders as she confirmed her invitation. Lenore's act wore away
and another one of glee took its place. A small but jovial smile broke
across her face and she began holding herself with a bit more
confidence. There was no use in having herself being overconfident and
have everything fall apart. It would simply be nearly a lifetime's
work wasted; but for now, Lenore forced out an "Okay." and shifted
herself a few inches, eager to move on her way. Herd life. Who would
have guessed a mare like Lenore would tolerate such a thing?

ooc: sorry for the shortness :/
yup that's alright with me