Reality was a cruel mistress. Leading all her children to believe in petty dreams, getting their hopes up til they almost burst from their seams! She let them relish in their field of flowers and candy clouds, purple skies flying high above them and then her sour, teeth breaking, heart-wrenching fist came down on it all. Snapping them back to the truth of things. Back to reality.
That was no different for anyone, not even Osanna. The dun beauty was a striking image to behold. Her bright blue eyes where always dancing around, looking for signs of other beings that she could flee from. Someone for her strong, obsidian and alabaster stilts could carry her far, far away from. She was never one for social outings or meeting others. No, that wouldn't do. Her in a social area was like seeing a tiger raise a antelope. Rare. If not ever. She wasn't self-conscious. Oh no. She was far from that. She was quite vain to be honest. She knew she was a beauty. She wasn't shy either. She was moreover just uncomfortable around others and refused to speak.
That was why she was here, now, in this forest. Hiding away from the others. She let her body take over surveying her surroundings. Her twin harks swiveled and danced their waltz in their sockets upon her poll, taking in every sound they could. The different sounds of the forest animals, her own breathing and the sounds of her footfalls and the every so slight waff of air from the wings resting at the side of her barrel. She so badly wanted to stretch her wings but in a place like this, it was nearly impossible. Her eyes scanned over once again, finding nothing but trees, bushes, leaves, trees, trees, bushes and more trees. She snorted and flicked her long black tail at her dun flanks, flaring her whitish-pink nasals at the different smells that surrounded her.
But the winged missus payed it all no mind once she realized she was safe. For now. She moved to a quiet pond she had smelt earlier, making her way through the reaching fingers of the bushes and trees, pulling her feathered wings closer to her barrel, and moving slowly through until she was clear. With a satisfied nicker she realized she could now stretch her wings. Without hesitating she spread the tan colored wings out to their full expanse and stretched the muscles and bones and let them stay open as she bent her nape to take a sip of the glistening water below.
| Hidden Account |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 hands :: 8 years old |
| Phantom |
06-19-2012, 12:57 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-19-2012, 03:44 PM by Cassiopeia.)
The sterling dame moved with unintended grace in her step across the copious landscape of Helovia's deep forest. Gracile legs tread with care over the foliage that adorned the forest floor, leonine tail swaying in her wake to coincide with the movements of her limbs and the steady shift of her weight. Not surprisingly, her thoughts were of her beloved mate and their beautiful daughter, wondering if Cirrus had, habitually, strayed from her father's supervision yet again. A sigh came hieing from her windpipe.
She was uncertain what impulse had induced her to venture into this unfamiliar realm, though she was headed toward the Threshold in search of new arrivals into Helovia. It would have been a great deal less difficult to fly to her destination, but Cass had grown accustomed to traveling by way of land by the side of her youthful filly, since the young belle's wings had not been strong enough to take flight amongst the clouds just yet.
As she advanced onward through the forestry, the scent of another being suddenly grew exceedingly distinct in her nostrils. Her head ascended ever higher to better absorb the fragrance, lobed ears erect atop her crown as a soft nicker vibrated through the air. The tone could clearly be discerned as the orchestration of a mare's vocal chords, and the scent she inhaled was evidently the aroma of another pegasus. Curiosity initiated the winged maiden to go and investigate, for she hadn't originally anticipated to encounter anyone lingering in the vicinity, especially not one of her kin as the sky more suited their kind.
With no more than a faint hint of reluctance she withdrew her lithe frame from the shadows cast by the towering reaches of the palisade of trees above, and into a modest glade where she finally discovered the wanderer she pursued. A buttermilk colored maiden stood with wings extended outward, gossamer feathers suspended stagnantly in the air to her sides. Idly she mused how her own feathered appendages would easily exceed the span of one before her, but it was only harmless pondering on her part.
Not desiring to startle the mare she softly nickered in greeting, farther adjourning her figure from the reaches of the forest. "Greetings." Steadily she neared the stranger, for she had showed no immediate sign of hostility thus far. "I am Cassiopeia, of the Dragon's Throat. I don't believe we've met." Voice kind and matronly, she awaited a verbal reaction.
[ ooc ; hope you don't mind Cass stopping by. c: ]
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Every muscle within her butterscotch colored frame tensed to an alarming stiffness, bulging and giving her a almost overly muscled appearance. Her back ached with the force of the tightened muscles, she dared not move, locking her limps and making them ache as well. Her tongue went dry and it became hard to breath, her pink nostrils flaring wider than needed, bright blue optics trained on her beautiful reflection. She was almost like a statue now. As if she had never moved in her entire life.
Slowly, Osanna turned her skull to the owner of the voice, her azure orbs plastered onto the winged mare before her. She subconsciously pulled her own wings to her barrel, pulling them tight around her as if they were her safety blanket, keeping her from the wrath of the real world. Her harks were pressed forward, listening for any change in the mare across from her's mood. Should she answer? The mare seem kind enough.. but Osanna didn't care if she was nice, she just wanted to get away, before the paranoia set in and she was forced to free herself with viciousness.
But, she had to at least satisfy the mare. Right? Keep her happy so she could make her escape. " I-I'm Osanna. " Curse her clumsy lips! She shook her head inwardly, she never moved in the other mares eyes. The tan missus wasn't moving from her tensed position until she was alone, in quiet bliss where she could ponder without prying eyes. Without criticism.
She focused back on the mare as she seemed to have moved closer, but Osanna wasn't entirely sure. But she was sure that the paranoia was setting in. She tried to cast the mare a smile, but it did not meet her eyes. Her black whipcord finally moved, flicking the flies that had gathered on her flanks and barrel. At that notion of movement, she realized how much her body hurt from the tense position she was in. She kept a heavy eye on the mare. Slowly she let herself unwind.
She moved her stilts to stand in a different position, loosening every muscle until the ache went away, all the while, never taking her blue eyes off the mare across from her.
| Hidden Account |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 hands :: 8 years old |
| Phantom |
06-20-2012, 01:58 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-20-2012, 01:26 PM by Cassiopeia.)
Instantly, the blue roan picked up on the deluge tension radiating from the entire being of the gilded mare. How could she not? Cyan eyes narrowed as she studied her, though not scrutinizingly. She was simply curious, pondering what had transpired to arouse such a reaction in this until previously unacquainted mare. She observed her politely, analyzing the silent language of the mare's restrained movements, which although articulated no literal words, spoke louder than any could ever accurately express.
A smile commenced creeping its way onto her features as Osanna finally allowed herself to unwind, figuratively purging the strain that afflicted her figure slowly but surely. It was out of the question for her to mention the other mare's discomfort, but she felt the need to engage her in conversation, striving to transgress past the analogical barrier that separated them, now. "Are you new to these lands?" Her scent did not express the indications of a herd. In fact, she reeked of the essence of outer lands: those existing far beyond the boundaries of Helovia, though they weren't familiar to Cassiopeia.
A few moments divided the progression of her speech. "If you are looking for a herd, then you are welcome to join the Dragon's Throat. It's not much, but it's certainly better than nothing." Her smile broadened, trying to look as inviting as possible. She was only being truthful, for it was only fair that Osanna was presented with honesty. Undoubtedly she cherished her home, but realized some didn't regard it quite the same as she. If she was not interested in joining a herd, she would respect her decision regardless, and find a contrastive subject on which to reposition their conversation.
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