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Corsair Posts: N/A
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#1
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CORSAIR


The wind danced and played her flirtatious game, her caress stirring the sea below into a frenzy. Waves crashed and rose to her bidding, they were relentless in their love affair. So dramatic in their completion of each other, it was rather beautiful to the salty sea dog who had just washed up on the cliffs of the Worlds Edge. Content to remain, if only it wasn't so rude. Corsair wondered if anyone would come out of the woods, there were certainly plenty of scents. His buddies on the beach had dispersed and Corsair was left wanting in company. So used to the shouts of his grizzled mates, it made him lonely to be left with no voices to fill his life.

He had wondered up from the Endless Blue, through the Grove and into the Worlds Edge. Drawn by the scents of many. He knew wild horses, he wondered if a stallion led them? Was he scarred with his battle victories? The place did smell vaguely familiar, it reminded him of the blue mare he had met. Her name... Had he forgotten? He didn't remember her offering one. The little filly, Eris. Yes, that was the child's name who was there too. The others he met had smelt just as bad as he did. Outcast pirates. He missed them even though he barely knew them. They were; familiar.

So beautiful was that beach, but the wind there sang with a dreadful sadness. There were no songs to fill the void, no voices of drunken sailors and their vulgar lyrics about buxom mares. A captain, harsh in word and wild in drink. The memories made him smile, but he must live in the present and strive for the future.

Besides. He already liked the way the sea sounded upon the cliffs.

Take what you can, give nothing back.


Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459
Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan
#2


LACE</style>
before the sun sets
GLORY
</style>


A warm southern wind caressed the cliffs that marked the edge of the world. It brought along a scent of sand, of water, of flowering trees. Apple, cherry, peach and pear, mingling with the fragrance of lingering mist. Dark soil, moist earth, dewy grasses, the cool shade beneath evergreen bushes and a spicy hint of bark. Mingling and mixing with a salty tinge upon the lips, brought forth by the radiant spring sun and kept, stolen - protected, by the tall trees that hid so much beneath their canopies.

Ah, such beautiful weather. A high, clear sky, the peaceful sound of birds singing in the thickets as all the small creatures of the earth scurried about. It was a day for lounging on sun-bathed rocks, nibbling the fresh greenery and watch as the sun traveled across the heavenly arch.

Alas, however nice the day might be it wouldn't do to let it slip away. There were too many things to do, too many dangers threatening this little kingdom for everyone to enjoy the small measure of peace. It didn't mean it wasn't allowed to enjoy the scenery in passing however, and so there was a lazy smile lingering upon the lips of the stallion as he hugged the borders of the forest. Patrolling had always been and would always remain a boring task. No matter how vigilant you were, no matter how important the task was, it was impossible to remain alert forever, especially on a day like this. From time to time he caught himself at a standstill with honeyed eyes straying far away, caught in some tranquil daydream that vanished as soon as he tried to recall what it had been about.

Lazy a thought commented, immediately causing the smile to widen on his lips. Turning to look towards the sky, he followed the flight of the pale dragon that was his entire life for a moment before continuing ahead. Stepping carefully as not to aggravate the healing cuts of the shoulders, the gray stallion let his mind caress the bond that connected him with Fajira - relishing every thought, every flicker of emotion that managed to cross over to him. They had been close from the day she hatched, but now as the long silence had been broken they were inseparable. Where once they had gone separate ways from time to time, they now did everything together. Hunting, patrolling, curling up tightly by the dying embers of the campfire while hearts beat in unison, lulling them both to sleep...

How long was it since he'd felt so fulfilled, so peaceful?

It was not until the scent of a stranger came drifting towards him that he remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Curious of who it might be, cautious against anyone who had not been recognized as family or ally he slipped quietly through the forest, meandering with gracious ease between tall trunks. Stopping only when the stranger came into view, Lace paused to study the horse for a moment, regarding with calm neutrality the bay stallion. Who was he? Why had he come here, to this very forest, this very part of the world? Did he have a purpose, a goal, or was he simply a passerby drifting aimlessly like a twig caught at sea? Nothing but questions, and no answers to be received by simply standing there.

Curiosity was what propelled him forth, out from the sheltering embrace of woods and slowly dissipating mists, to stand tall and quiet in front of the traveler. Calm, carried with the natural dignity of one who knows his worth, Lace offered the stallion a polite nod and settled in to wait for his purpose here to be revealed.

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CORSAIR


The wind brought a scent with her dance. It was almost woody and earthy, the smells of a forest but lingered with the tell tale scent of flesh and a beating heart. A stallion of varying grey/blue hues and a marvellous splattering of gold walked towards him and offered a nod in greeting. Corsair obliged and proffered his head, rum tops clattering in a dull sound. Eyes containing an ocean in them shifted to the strangers face, which looked like a spider had already had her way with him, curious. He had never heard of a horse trapped in a web before, the image in his mind was all together rather amusing and Corsair had to swallow hard to stop himself from bursting out laughing. His head lifted back to neutral and the youth turned to his elder. Questioning and curious. "Sorry for t' intrusion, my name be Corsair" he said in his curious lingo. Feeling as if he should be apologizing to this steed, though he didn't really know him.

It was then the pirate boy noticed the dragon, small and white. His dark nose rippled as he snorted in his shock, Corsair had never seen a dragon before, just in folk stories his old man used to tell him. He had always heard they were huge and bellowed fire with viscous teeth. This one seemed perfectly placid that it almost disappointed him. He reserved judgement, there might be a trick to it, who was to say a dragon couldn't be suddenly huge whenever they wanted to be. They were magical creatures after all. With that in mind, he kept his safe distance but remained polite.

Corsair looked around whilst the cogs in his mind turned. He had no idea how he should go about asking to be apart of a herd, was there some test? Should he be acting in a certain way? His indecision showed in his youthful pools when he looked at Lace. "I mean no harm. I only wish t' be rid o' me loneliness." He spoke honestly, maybe the steed could point him in the right direction. Or explain a little about being in a herd, if of course, he was in the right place. It certainly smelt like he was.

A cold wind ran between his legs and flicked up his white topped tail. It felt so familiar and calmed his nervous tension as he waited.

Take what you can, give nothing back.


Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459
Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan
#4


LACE</style>
before the sun sets
GLORY
</style>


Within the quiet churning of the stallions mind, a slight sense of wonder was beginning to alight. He'd never tried the noble silence approach when dealing with recruits before, and the effect was rather curious. Not only had he gotten a reply to the most immediate question, he had also been offered a bow and an apology, right off the bat. Was this because of some authoritative feel he exuded, or was the salt-stained bay just naturally polite? He felt like congratulating himself, felt tempted to maintain the regal silence just to see what might happen... But that would be quite rude.

So he reluctantly shed the ruler-of-the-land posture like one might discard a new favorite toy and spared Corsair a slightly warmer smile. Battle-torn skin complained silently as sooted legs brought him closer, then golden eyes raised to meet with the blue of the marginally taller stallion.
"Well met, Corsair" he greeted, not quite as formal in mood as his language would suggest. "My name is Lace, and the dragon you've noticed is Fajira, my companion and friend since many years." He spared a moment to glance up at the white dragon, who had taken to flying in lazy coils above their heads - detecting the disappointed expression on the sea-dog's face and determined to replace it with awe.

"... Never mind her, she's just trying to impress you." Lace grimaced. "Tell me instead... How do you intend to leave that loneliness behind? Have you come to find one to accompany on your travels, do you intend to shave it off and leave it here as you move along? Or perhaps, are you considering to remain here, at the Edge of the World?"

Perhaps the dragon wasn't the only tease around this day. Beneath a golden sun, standing not far from the vast ocean and gently touched by a warm wind that sent fallen petals flying like butterfly wings through the air, perhaps a playful mood could even be forgiven. As tips of pale silken tresses danced slowly at the bidding of a breeze the gilded orbs glittered when touched by light, painting stories of laughter curiousness and catty laziness more fit for one with endless time on their hands. Perhaps that could be forgiven too, as long as the task was handled properly.

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