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Once again our Maiden strides upon these lands. Once again her heart opens up for a miracle, but one to many times, her heart needed to be stitched back together. Most would find it odd how her hopes never died when something terrible happened, but unlike her, most could never stand back up when they fell. Her attitude was one many dreamed for, the little princess who never let life bring her down. But one secret of hers; she tried hard to make it look easy, being pushed down many times, and getting back up with a smile clearly written on her inlet. It was hard, she vowed each and every time that it was the last, but more often than not, she was beaten down again.

A moon washed pelt glided over the emerald grasses, her finely etched mantel facing down wards, as if counting her strides. Night was silently falling over the realm, blanketing the sunset colors, and creating that unique nightly glow. Crickets began their soft melodies, comforting the animals that began to bed down. Soon, one by one, the twinkling stars started their show. They seemed to wink as they glittered.

The Maiden now rose her cranial, putting on a saddened smile as she watched the stars elegant show. Somehow, they always seemed gleeful, no matter if their moon never showed, or if clouds blocked their performance, a radiant vibe of happiness always poured from them. Her head lowered again, wishing upon every single star, she could be happy like them, dancing and smiling no cares in the whole wide world. But it was a lot to ask for, being a single equine like herself. How could the stars answer every single wish they were given, it must be hard to choose. They must only choose the important horses Her voice broke the silence, and for a second, the crickets halted their song, startled by the Maidens sudden voice. But again, they continued their sweet melodic tunes, seeming to play for the stars nightly performance. Every night.

The Maiden halted near a quiet brook, the trickling water soothing her weary muscles. Soon, her icy pools sealed tight, sleep slowly taking over her body. The cool air blanketing her, the water calming her, and the world peacefully relaxing with her.

She dreamt of a home. A home where everyone enjoyed her company. Where smiles and joyful attitudes filled the realm to the brim. One of her only dreams was to live in that home, be a part of that family. And at one point of her life she was. It was a fond memory, but more and more of it disappeared everyday. Keeping hold of a memory was not as easy as it looked. She could barely remember her mothers kind face, now, she could only see a set of eyes, and a petite frame. That was all. It killed her to only be able to see that, and worst of all, she couldn't even remember that wonderful herd she dreamt of every single night of her life. She hated how that dream taunted her like a school bully, eating at her weakness. It returned to her like a boomerang, sliding back into her mind every night. She hated to sleep, trying to force her body to not fall for her minds evil jokes, but most of the time, it had never worked.

Suddenly, the Maiden was jolted awake. Her damp plume stuck to her face. She could feel the coldness of sweat as she unfolded her spindles and stood up. A few tears dropped from her cheek to the lush grasses. That night, the dream had totally ripped her apart. She feared she would become hysterical one morning when she awoke. So far, that has never happened. But she would never doubt the feeling that someday it would.

A quiet rustle disrupted her constant thoughts once more. Her posture became stiff, and she felt her heart beginning to drum faster. Everything seemed to scare her after her dream, even the quiet rustle of wind racing through the tree branches. The Maiden took a large inhale, then let it rush back out. She tossed her tiara rapidly, trying to rid her mind of the terrible thoughts. Then, her icy orbs caught sight of the brook. It was only small, the width not even a meter, but her mind told her to go in it. And she obeyed.

The nights air made it frigid, feeling like a harsh sting as she waded in. The stream only made it up to her knees, but it still cooled her off, and refreshed her mind. She took another few deep breaths, and closed her optics, it began to calm herself down.Before she even realized, her dial rested on the riverbank, and her body laid easily in the slow moving current. Upon awakening, it would be her task to thank the heavens she wasn't carried away with the water.

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[Cantaro]

C A E D O. Q U O D. T R U C I D O.

The stud's pale form was carried steadily by black daggers, a jogging gait that moved him far and fast. 'Twas his second nature to fall into such a stride when in need of a reliable pace. He had indeed moved a long distance, ebonies falling in a steady beat, in sinc with the heart that rested between the silver shoulders of the young stag. His boa rocked left to right, black orbs half covered under white lashes. His tail was resting on his haunches, streamers lifted only slightly as Caedo passed through the air.

He now crested a rolling hill that he had slowly maneuvered up. Beneath him, a lush field spread like a quilt. It's patches were trees of deep jade hues, and a shimmering snake-like creek shimmied lazily through the image.

Raising his skull, Caedo's nares flexed, recognizing the crisp scent of cold oxygen. He also noted the presence of a femme in the magnificent spread below him. Speeding to a lope, his mass rocked in a 3-beat gait, cranium pulling forward with each stride.

It occurred to him, as it did all too often, that this dove was likely not to come with him. Should it come to this, he decided, he would solve the problem with the most reasonable solution...

Approaching the source of the sweet smell, the brute found a petite female lying in the cold liquid, dial resting on the bank. She was beautiful; yet Caedo decided that every mare would be to him after weeks of travel.

Standing stock still with a small smirk alight on his maw, Caedo stood over the femme, looking down upon her, nothing but a shadow over her sleeping form.

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Her mind raced. The taunting thoughts tumbling in and around her head like a thundering tsunami. Unfamiliar, or more like, unrecognizable faces shot around her mind, testing her thin patience. A quiet moan slipping from her inlet, her moon washed hide became damp with sweat. It was back, and stronger than ever.

A sudden sting of cold jolted the Femme awake, her dainty crest propped up, eyes seeming to tremble as they fearfully gazed into the darkness. She could barely make out the frames of the nearby trees, the night had fallen quickly, and it was suffocating all it came upon. But another feeling shot through her spine, one of being watched. It made her tingle all over again. The Maiden carefully unfolded her slender starched spindles, not noticing the dark figure looming over her. Her body quivered, and at once, her mass touched another. Her heart skipped more than a few beats, as she splashed back down into the water. A meek cry spilt from her kissers. Her pillars thrashed around, trying to find the ground, but at last, she gave up, enough was enough.

The Maiden took a risk, and spoke, her tender lyrics pouring into the quiet night air. You know what, whoever and whatever you are, I have had enough. Go ahead and do whatever to me, it will most likely rid me of this annoyance Her words were bold, but at the moment, sitting childishly in the frigid water, she did not possibly give a care of what would happen, for it would not make her look any worse than what she did at that moment.

OOC;; Bleh, I am out of practise, this post is somewhat horribly awful And super short, just to add on to my little rant.

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[Cantaro]

The brief bout of laughter that rolled from the stud's kissers was cool and smooth, resembling summer lightning with its finality and strength. Caedo relished the moan that escaped her bodice. It was a joy to him. He was powerful.

Lowering his roughly chiseled skull, his black orbs stuck like a dagger into hers. a develished grin spread across his maw. "My dear," He began, a sarcastically scolding voice pouring from his mass. "How has your lowly excuse for a dam raised you? Indeed, I expected at least so much as a 'hello' or 'good evening'"

The brute was savoring the moment. He was like a leech, drinking up the fright and agony of others until he bored of the game. His purpose, however, was fixed. He had not traveled all this way for childish games. It was no matter how long it took; he had all the time in the world.

Lifting his boa back above his withers, the stag still sported flashing ivories - a look of hunger-filled patience.

(ooc: I feel your pain. Mine have turned up to be rather pitiful as well.)

[B.luB.ow]

As the Beast's word filtered, she pulled her face into a sour and vexed look. Her deep coco orbits closed slightly, and she felt her bodice begin to spark and flare. How dare a stranger question my mother! Her orbs locked with his, but as the fire raging inside of her grew stronger, she noticed something, something that irked her even more, but made her come to her senses. He was enjoying her fear and anger.

The minutes ticked by, as many thoughts thrashed about her mind. She wanted to tell him a piece of her mind, show him she wasn't just a prim and proper princess, she knew a thing or two about standing her ground. But instead of making this mess larger, she rose her brow, and began a steady beat around him. It began to calm her, she felt icy waters dripping steadily onto the now dying flames, and soon, it was all gone, but she wasn't finished with this smart alec yet.

The Maiden tightened her circle, almost feeling her moon-washed hide connect with his. Her smirk grew larger as well, as she plotted.

I see you are not one of the soft ones, holding onto every Fae you see, and sweet talking her, telling her what she wants to hear. Her melodic tones broke forth, her chiseled crest swiveling towards him, catching his eye, but turning away before he could tell. It is interesting... She broke off, taking a few exaggerated strides away, crushing the dew covered grasses. I tell you, monsieur, I am not always as preppy as I seem. Don't expect every Lass to be kind, even to seemingly delicate She hissed the last word, giving him a placid look, then slowly strayed a few meters away, lowering her dainty cranial to graze, acting as if nothing even happened.

OOC;; this post isn't even worth a place at the dump, I am out of practise, as I haven't been rping in over 3 weeks.

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