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Jackal2 the King of Thieves Posts: 71
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12-23-2012, 09:05 AM (This post was last modified: 12-23-2012, 09:05 AM by Jackal2.)


Light capers through new green leaves, leaving a tattered cloak of darkness on a dusty skin well-worn with wanderlust. He travels through the forest with quiet grace, striped hooves creeping through the underbrush like the proudest of mice. The red dun is handsome enough, neck thick and arched and proud with youth, with a cascade of mahogany mane hanging in tendrils from his crest, and a body slender and toned for running - but what is most captivating are those mercury eyes, liquid and candid. They skitter and dance across the greenery of this forest, searching the spaces between trees for those with purpose and without; his home is desperate for bodies, and it mewls and cries as a babe without them.

Dark-tipped ears flick forward with bewilderment as they catch the faint first strains of song break the silence - the appaloosa pauses cautiously, head held stiffly with attention. The voice is obviously female; pleasant and lilting, and it causes him to resume his march through the forest with urgency. Hooves rattle against moist dirt, like percussion supporting the descant of her hymn.

She soon comes into view, sandy and lovely - but not lost. She smells of strange places, though, and Jackal snorts quietly, alerting this strange girl of his presence. Her eyes are as wide and deep as the sea, but the color is wrong; instead of blue, they are brown and green - colors of nature. A smile dares to crawl onto his face, genuine, but world-weary and tired. He eases to a walk before her, following the same path as she, but facing her, silver eyes bright with wonder. "Your song is lovely," he murmurs cordially, giving a delicate flick of his gold-tipped tail. "You travel a trail well-worn, but you are unlike those who follow it," the appaloosa deduces, pausing several metres before her, hesitating. "What do you seek in Helovia?", he finally wonders aloud, tone light and graceful, although the question is not as carefree as his tone may portray. The smile broadens - perhaps she will enjoy the hills of his home; perhaps she will sing of them.

Above the treetops, a bronze dragon makes diligent wheels, gilded in the sunlight.


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flowers in your hair - by Owl - 12-23-2012, 02:06 AM
RE: flowers in your hair - by Jackal2 - 12-23-2012, 09:05 AM
RE: flowers in your hair - by Owl - 12-23-2012, 11:23 AM
RE: flowers in your hair - by Jackal2 - 12-27-2012, 01:00 PM
RE: flowers in your hair - by Owl - 12-27-2012, 02:36 PM

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