jealous of my stars?

jealous of my stars?

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02-03-2013, 03:03 PM

Starling can’t tell you how she feels—she doesn’t know yet. The star soaked mare moves beneath the star soaked sky, but doesn’t bother to turn her eyes toward it. She’s simply… bored. Bored with this thing they call wandering. It’s starting to become tedious, and that’s enough to madden her a little bit. Her amber eyes are bright on the grounds of this new place, on the lands that may become her home. Where was she anyway? The creature couldn’t tell you, but it was starting to bother her… not knowing. Ignorance wasn’t quite bliss, and Starling was on the lookout for bliss.

The mare shifts her gait, stretching into a long lope. Her eyes seem to dance, filled with the light of the moon. Everything is ethereal, and she can’t help but drink it in. Starling is enjoying herself. The atmosphere is hanging around her shoulders, the tallsun night like a warm blanket. Everything is thick and dark, velveteen, filled with the sprinkling and twinkling of stars. Yes, Starling is so very alive, and it feels good. She’s been dazzled by it all, filled right down to the bones with heat and light. This is what the night is supposed to be, right?

She is young. She is beautiful. She’s learned to embrace it all, and she needs to hold it in her mind. The tall grasses seem to nip at Starling’s sides, but she keeps moving. It’s easy for her to drift through the foliage, feeling it shift and change as she crosses overland. Nothing of consequence has happened yet, and it’s starting to drag the day on. The mare moves with a certain languid grace. Maybe it’s that Starling has always been a migratory sort of bird, subject to fits and flights of fancy. She’s too used to moving to stop for right now.

And miles to go before I sleep. But Starling doesn’t want to sleep, not right now. No, instead she draws to a small, babbling section of shallow stream. The water here is clear, lacking the green film of algae and assorted other creepy crawlies. The delicate creature lowers her grey muzzle to sip the clean, cool water. It’s nice to know that there are still places like this… wild places. Sure, this ground is well traveled but how many have actually stopped to see the forest through the trees? Starling’s head comes up, her eyes gentle on the world around her.

THE AiR WAS CLEAN
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Hidden Falls Conscript atk: 4.0 | def: 9.0 | dam: 7.5

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2hh :: 8 Years 9 Months HP: 69.5 | Buff: ENDURE

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02-03-2013, 08:09 PM

It is dark, a sort of pitch black that is not frightening but instead welcoming. A soft embrace as if you have closed your eyes, but know that you control the right to open them once again. It is warm from the heat Tallsun has gifted the land with, a soft blanket that wraps around the inhabitants. It is far warmer in the valley than in his home, where the breeze off the ocean keeps his kin and himself appropriately cool. The moon is the light that guides him, and also the one that betrays his presence. Soft white-gold bodice glows beneath its rays, illuminating the span of his wings and turning the smudge of cocoa on his legs a softer umber. Few birds sing at this hour, but a few soft trills are heard should one listen hard enough. Large frame moved through the trees with ease, knowing the trails by heart. If he should close light baby blue irises, he would not be at risk, for he has traveled these woods more than once. Discovering wanderers, vagabonds, lonely souls in need of affection. He had taken them all beneath glowing blonde wings, tucked them into his ribcage and loved them. Had led them like foals at the hip, knowing they trusted him. Taken them far from the threshold, and to the borders of the place he too had been led. The World’s Edge had welcomed every one of them, murmuring words of acceptance and understanding. They all had been in that place at one point, after all.

His herd worships the Goddess of the Moon, and tonight he traveled beneath her comforting light. Bodice may reflect the nature of the sun and blue sky, the earth and its sturdy colors, his heart is meant for the mistress above. Her children flicker and blink above him as he wanders on in silence, somehow able to quiet the falls of his hooves despite his tall stature and rather sturdy bodice. More than once he has dwarfed stallions and mares alike that believed themselves to be lanky, but his calm personality has never led him to using it to his advantage or teasing them for it. Kaj is comfortable in his skin, and does not mind that he is rather massive.

It is soft, at first. Listeners twitch and crown rises, sky blue irises scanning the shadows and pale lighting of the woods. It is an equine, of that he is sure, for the gait is far too familiar. They are running, but not in fear, for it is slow and leisurely. Interested, Kaj lengthened his own casual stride and followed after the sound. Glimpses of another come to him, a grullo that glows beneath the stars. He cannot discern her from the shadows at times, but knows when she slows. Doing the same, he approached slowly, unwilling to frighten or surprise whomever it is he has been following. It makes him feel strange to call it that, for he has not been stalking her, merely curious about who she is. Her gender is revealed as he comes closer, lean and feminine form betraying her. Muzzle is dipped earthbound, drinking from a body of water that glows silver beneath the power of his Goddess. Soft whicker echoes from his muzzle, announcing his presence. It is deep like his voice and chest shakes slightly as he does it, smile on his face to appear kind to her. Kaj approaches at an angle, not wanting to come from directly behind her. ”Hello, Miss. I am Kaj, may I accompany you on this beautiful night?” Keeping deep tone soft and approachable, always the gentleman. She is very small, dainty in comparison to him. He almost fears breaking her, but that is ridiculous, for he hasn’t accidentally forgotten his own strength in years, and they are not bound to touch. She’s not like any other mare he’s met, but hey he doesn’t mind. He has met all sorts of souls in his visits to the Threshold, and perhaps she will become another that he will grow used to. No scent of a herd clings to her coat, and he is curious. Is she searching for one? Or, like others, is she only there because she wishes to wander, and has merely stumbled upon the Threshold?

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