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01-12-2013, 02:33 AM
Romani
She moved with a strange sort of grace, her thoughts clearly preoccupied as she gingerly picked her way through the dense vegetation that made up Helovia’s Threshold. The mare’s ivory mane swayed slightly with every step that she took, tail flicking slightly to keep the flies from landing upon her hide. Azure eyes were halfway covered by her long forelock, and on more than one occasion the Haflinger tossed her head to the side to rid the cumbersome lock of hair from her gaze. Once more, Romani found herself in the forest of arrival, the part of Helovia where all newcomers ventured into the land. Some would go to herds, others would join the outcast bands that littered the land, and some, well… The palomino didn’t want to think of the others that weren’t lucky enough to find those to find them, and lead them to a home.
At her side, little Kasai trotted along quietly, sending curious vibes through the internal bond that equine and tiger shared. Every day the tigress cub seemed to grow and develop more and more, becoming far more independent than the first day Romani had found her in the Sacred Grove. The black and white cub filled her days with joy, loving the companionship, but strangely, since she had received her beloved companion, things had become strange for the Haflinger mare. Strange and troubling.
First, it had been Abdullah, the Arabian mare of the Foothills who had claimed that she had known Romani on a personal level. They had been friends, Abdullah had said, but for the life of her Romani simply couldn’t remember the dappled grey. Next, had been Xanthos, the handsome grullo Unicorn she had met in the Thistle Meadow. Or… Had they already known each other? There was nothing the palomino could to do shake the sight of heartbreak from Xanthos’ chiseled face, his soulful golden eyes filling her with an unfathomable kind of sadness as she admitted that no, she didn’t know him… It was becoming so very frustrating.
With a toss of her head, the Haflinger gave a harsh snort in an attempt to clear the troublesome thoughts from her mind. This was supposed to be a relaxing walk, a chance to breathe in the fresh air of the Threshold to try and forget her worries, even if it was for a short time… At her side, Kasai’s little ears flicked to the side, her pearly nose twitching as a scent crossed the cub’s senses. A second later, the scent crossed Romani’s nostrils and the mare paused mid-step, glancing down to eye her companion closely. While a rare occurrence, Kasai did tend to wander off on her own… That was, after all, how she had met Levi.
Her crisp, azure eyes took in the form of a white mare, clearly female by her scent. For a moment Romani waited and watched, taking in the sight of the stranger that curiously seemed to be investigating something, her attention completely enraptured by whatever it was she was looking at. The cremello’s scent was strange, foreign, and the palomino realized that she had probably just wandered into the Threshold. Dark lips upturning in a small smile, the warrior stepped forward through the brush, Kasai following her, tail flicking left and right.
Keeping that same smile on her lips, she spoke. “Greetings, madam,” Romani said kindly, dipping her head forward in a polite gesture, “Welcome to Helovia. I am Romani, warrior of the Windtossed Foothills… Pleasant weather, hm?”
[OOC: Sorry, dear… Not my best post. XD]
At her side, little Kasai trotted along quietly, sending curious vibes through the internal bond that equine and tiger shared. Every day the tigress cub seemed to grow and develop more and more, becoming far more independent than the first day Romani had found her in the Sacred Grove. The black and white cub filled her days with joy, loving the companionship, but strangely, since she had received her beloved companion, things had become strange for the Haflinger mare. Strange and troubling.
First, it had been Abdullah, the Arabian mare of the Foothills who had claimed that she had known Romani on a personal level. They had been friends, Abdullah had said, but for the life of her Romani simply couldn’t remember the dappled grey. Next, had been Xanthos, the handsome grullo Unicorn she had met in the Thistle Meadow. Or… Had they already known each other? There was nothing the palomino could to do shake the sight of heartbreak from Xanthos’ chiseled face, his soulful golden eyes filling her with an unfathomable kind of sadness as she admitted that no, she didn’t know him… It was becoming so very frustrating.
With a toss of her head, the Haflinger gave a harsh snort in an attempt to clear the troublesome thoughts from her mind. This was supposed to be a relaxing walk, a chance to breathe in the fresh air of the Threshold to try and forget her worries, even if it was for a short time… At her side, Kasai’s little ears flicked to the side, her pearly nose twitching as a scent crossed the cub’s senses. A second later, the scent crossed Romani’s nostrils and the mare paused mid-step, glancing down to eye her companion closely. While a rare occurrence, Kasai did tend to wander off on her own… That was, after all, how she had met Levi.
Her crisp, azure eyes took in the form of a white mare, clearly female by her scent. For a moment Romani waited and watched, taking in the sight of the stranger that curiously seemed to be investigating something, her attention completely enraptured by whatever it was she was looking at. The cremello’s scent was strange, foreign, and the palomino realized that she had probably just wandered into the Threshold. Dark lips upturning in a small smile, the warrior stepped forward through the brush, Kasai following her, tail flicking left and right.
Keeping that same smile on her lips, she spoke. “Greetings, madam,” Romani said kindly, dipping her head forward in a polite gesture, “Welcome to Helovia. I am Romani, warrior of the Windtossed Foothills… Pleasant weather, hm?”
[OOC: Sorry, dear… Not my best post. XD]
The true Soldier fights not because
He hates what is in front of him,
But because he loves what is behind him.
