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Meet me on the equinox - Taqqiq - 04-19-2015 She was never that special a mare, at least in her eyes. Taqqiq is but a simple Arabian, a silvery-white girl with an equally light mane and tail. She knows that she's rather plain—while some may think the silver-tinted girl is beautiful, she is sure that she is average, and her bubbly, optimistic personality is probably annoying to many. That is probably why she's been traveling alone for a while yet. She halts by a small pool of water, gazing at her reflection for a moment. A grey, dished face stares back at her, and she sighs. She has been her only company for the last few months, and she feels the loss keenly. A leaf falls from overhead, past her face, and shatters her visage in the pool of water. The water spirals outward, and she cannot help but watch. Eventually, though, the young mare grows bored of staring at a puddle and whips around. Her long, lean legs carry her over the rolling hills, past the occasional tree, and over the occasional stream. With her dished head lifted and her high-set silver banner curled over her back, she is the image of a true Arabian, a desert horse that is rather out of place in this field of green grasses. She slides to a halt and half-rears in the open meadow, letting out a shrill whinny to anyone and everyone in the vicinity. Were there other horses around? Maybe. She wouldn't be opposed to meeting them. With another whinny, she tosses her head, calling out again, summoning anyone in the vicinity to a conversation with her. Come what may. RE: Meet me on the equinox - Kavi - 04-19-2015 That everything good is happening somewhere else? I come with a clear mind, and an optimistic one. Regardless of my station – Governor, that is – and regardless of my home – the Chamber, that is – I come with a light step and a good-natured half-smile. The light plays tricks on my silky golden coat, for the sun has always been my friend. On this autumn day, the sky ranges from blue to bluer, clear of clouds and clear of worry. I smile, for I know that Pomona is looking up at this very sky. With that pleasant thought in mind, I kick up my heels and canter to the Field. My chocolate tail sails behind me, arched as is my neck. While I am generally a very attractive fellow, my Arabian heritage shines when I run. Everything about me is distinctively Arabian, despite the fact that I am only two thirds the breed. Alas, Kagerou’s blood has dominated Rhaego’s, and here I stand, a slightly taller version of your usual desert horse. Beads of sweat drip off of my breast lazily as I slow to a trot, ears perked for any sound of another horse within the land. Two whinnies alert me of a mare much like myself, save of colour. My amber eyes watch her rear appreciatively before I approach. Whinnying in response, I trot to her, a charming half-smile gracing my dark lips. I halt before her, extending my neck and offering my nose should she wish to bump it. It is a traditional gesture, one which many horses no longer deem necessary. Ever the gentleman, however, I wait until she exchanges breath or simply does nothing. Either is fine. ”Hello miss, I’m Kavi.” My tones are warm like the wind. ”A woman like you must need suitable company. How do you do?” The compliment escapes my lips without thought, though I’m sure that Pomona would not mind. She knows how I am – charming, elegant, and gentlemanly. My words are not untrue, you see; many a stallion would take this girl’s innocence without a blink after having seen her. I simply wish to protect, and do my duty as Governor. RE: Meet me on the equinox - Kreios - 04-19-2015
RE: Meet me on the equinox - Taqqiq - 04-20-2015 She stands for a few moments, pricking her ears attentively. The silver girl tosses her mane, debating whether or not to utter another calling. No one has yet approached her, though perhaps they simply were too far away. Settling on the hill, Taqqiq decides to simply wait. Surely someone will come sooner or later. Her keen ears prick as she hears another whinny, a stallion this time. She turns to see a handsome golden stallion trotting towards her. Almost Arabian-esque, like herself, though there's something slightly off about him. His colouring, maybe? She's never seen a dun desert horse before. Perhaps he's Crossbred...or maybe she just hasn't been exposed to that many horses before. Taqqiq stretches out her muzzle to meet the stallion's, exchanging a friendly breath with him. She is somewhat wary, because it is, after all, breeding season, but she's always been somewhat naïve, too. The thought that one would force her to breed does not even cross her mind, and besides, she's too preoccupied with (hopefully) making a new friend. "Hello there," she whinnies, her dark brown eyes friendly. "I'm Taqqiq. It's nice to meet you, Kavi." The stallion seemed rather welcoming and charming, gallant and gentlemanly. Her first impression is that he's a fairly nice horse, though she's learned the hard way that things aren't always as they seem. Speaking of things not being as they appear. She turns as a spotted stallion approaches them atop the small hill. He is larger, stronger, and he has.... Ram horns? Taqqiq cannot stop herself from doing a double take. She's heard of Beqanna before, how the horses here are unique. Some with wings, others with immortality.... But ram horns? The stallion greets her politely, though he seems to trip over his words a bit. She doesn't mind in the slightest, though, and hence she utters her own greeting. "Hello," she nickers, though she cannot help but listen as he speaks of a desert. Instantly, she pricks her ears, instinctively driven to the hot climate and idea of desert sands, though she's never spent long in such a setting before. "I'm Taqqiq," she says again, letting a friendly smile grace her features. "I'm not really sure what I'm doing here," she admits. "I'm just wandering, I suppose. I've only just gotten here; I've seen other horses and figured that I could do with a chat." RE: Meet me on the equinox - Kavi - 04-20-2015 That everything good is happening somewhere else? The beautiful silverling meets my nose with her own, and we exchange warm, sweet smelling breath. Just as we're pulling apart and her addressing me, another stallion approaches (to whom I give a gracious nod), a hulking appaloosa who could only be the son of one Vanquish. I say nothing about this however, fearing it would bring a rise of misery out of the seemingly harmless stallion. Indeed, this Kreios could have come with the intent to try and steal the silver Arabian to the Deserts, but he subtly hints that his intent is something different. As I listen to Taqqiq's words, I smile, but it is slightly distant, as I am attempting to think up a way to explain the workings of Beqanna to her. "Well met, Taqqiq. This land is the Field, a gathering place for the homeless. We - Kreios and I - have come in the hopes that you might join our homes, be they kingdoms..." My amber gaze flickers to the Deserts stallion searchingly, "... or herds." My half-smile grows as I realize that these words probably are meaningless to her, so I continue speaking in my caramel tones. "Do excuse these confusing terms. A kingdom is like a herd, but each horse has a role to play and tasks to complete. I am the Governor of the Chamber, for example. I've never been one for war." A chuckle accompanies the comment; I've really been rather poor at recruiting; I always want to make friends first, instead of taking them home and then doing so afterwards. "But alas, there are many kingdoms and more herds. The two are not mutually exclusive," I say with emphasis. Really I am a kind soul for helping Kreios out here - but then again, he isn't in direct competition with me, either. "The Chamber is ruled by Straia, my niece. She and you share the same beautiful composure, if I may be so bold." The compliment escapes me just as the other one has, but in my eyes there is only kindness and gallantry and honesty; no lust, no temptation, no deceit. I simply mean what I say, for I've always had an eye for beauty, whether I should or I should not. Upon my sooty buckskin lips, my half-smile grows, and I dip my head politely to Taqqiq before glancing to Kreios, indicating that my part has been said and that he may now continue. RE: Meet me on the equinox - Kreios - 04-21-2015
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