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Post by .Atomos.xX.Odysseus. on Oct 11, 2005 22:30:00 GMT -5
Ah but two could play the game...he knew she could see right through him, and she had picked up on his insecurities well. His eyes flared with a sudden interest, for she was not passive...too unadorabely lame as the rest of the faes parading about the lands. He smirked, knowing quite well what she should have said about him....crude and absolutely selfish. But she didn't know half his story...should she? Beg pardon, Madame, I am not one to welcome strangers so freely...it is truely like me to seem suspicious... He left his words at that...afraid of saying the wrong thing. He was truely regretting what he had felt...but was hard for such a beast as him...not used to warmth...
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Post by .l.Templado.l.Brielle.l. on Oct 12, 2005 17:39:02 GMT -5
I did not believe him. In his moment of revalation he had told me much. Pushing the problem to the bacj of my mind, I simply ignored his remark. Looking away I spoke absently, uncaringly wistful. Comme vous dites, as you say. Perhaps you could tell me of this world I know so little of. I may tell you of my own. Flitting my eyes I turned cheery once more, eyes sparkling and voice bubbling. This I was well trained at, this I was certain of. Laughing inside I waited expectantly. Would he rufuse me a second time?
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Post by .Atomos.xX.Odysseus. on Oct 14, 2005 10:03:13 GMT -5
He stared a ther a moment, not coldly, just curiously. The stallion was not trying to be crude...he was only attempting to recover. Perking an aud forward, he spoke gently, I was orphaned as a child...my mother died of a wound by a stallion of a different herd...ever since then multiple horses have come to my aid...all of them to only abandon me as I grew older and stronger...I couldn't tell who to trust... He looked at her and sighed, glancing downward in shame, how his life had never been so elegant...
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Post by .l.Templado.l.Brielle.l. on Oct 14, 2005 10:40:17 GMT -5
I smiled softly, feeling sympathy for him. My life was nothing to compare to his, I had been raised as a pampered beauty, never having to lift a hoof. Opening my kissers I spoke cheerily. I am very sorry, life never seems to go as planned. Now for me. I grew up as a doll, never allowed to cross the line. I am an expert on body language, beauty and voice, ecery word I say is proper. My mère was the eminence of perfection, therefore so am I. Such a wonder to meet the Angel of grace, is it not? Laughing merrily I shook my head. I was sort of glad I was free from that now, life was so much easier.
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Post by .Atomos.xX.Odysseus. on Oct 14, 2005 10:48:55 GMT -5
Warm mocha eyes ran over her delicate frame a moment before wondering to himself how she could always be so cheerful....especially in times like these when healing was needed and old lives needed to be reborn. Nevetheless he spoke again, knowing that she was intelligent and perhaps she was just one of those mares you could not possibly get down, in which he had no mean to do... Yes....indeed it would be....
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Post by .l.Templado.l.Brielle.l. on Oct 14, 2005 11:31:10 GMT -5
I averted my eyes from his form. His gaze made me uncomfortable, but thrillingly so. If he only knew what his eyes did to horses, maybe he would realize his own beauty. I looked back to his eyes, my own thoughtful. How would I go on after this? Were all horses like this in Atlantis. If so I may be in trouble, for how could I choose just one to be my love? His words were distanat to my peaked ears, and I tried to fill our comfortable silence. The skies are beautiful here, très magnifique. All of this land is perfect it seems. Do you beleive so? I had become embarrased, and I do not know why. Why was it him that had this effect on me?
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Post by .Atomos.xX.Odysseus. on Oct 14, 2005 12:14:06 GMT -5
'Tis precisely why I abode here...because the simplicity of it all makes anything seem possible... He smiled gently, remembering not to look so hard towards her. He could tell his glances confused her, and careful not to upset her he looked away ever so often, out towards the sea...the forets....his homelands....Atlantis was one of a kind.... Do you enjoy living here? He asked curiosity exposing a new side of him, a warmer more confident side...
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Post by .l.Templado.l.Brielle.l. on Oct 15, 2005 18:54:28 GMT -5
Turning to him, I watched as he tried to avoid my face. All brutes were so unanimously quirky, they never were the same twice. Opening my mouth I spoke, answering without insulting. I cannot honestly say. I've been here few days, I do not know why or how. But it seems... eh... quite interesting. I tried to be evasive on my true feelings, but I think I lost the sincerity in the end. Looking up to his features once more I smiled. Cheeriness has never failed me. Do you have any other amours in your herd? After I said this I think I have gone to far. Would he think me an eager chienne, looking for a lover? I bowed my head in ernest. I hoped he did not htink of me htat way.
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Post by .Atomos.xX.Odysseus. on Oct 15, 2005 21:33:09 GMT -5
His head had been lowered slightly, the shock of being too crude overwhelming him, until, that is, the beaute's questioning...which immediately caused his auds to perk forward with slight interest, allowing his orbs to follow in their direction... Let us say I am not one to charm... He grinned gently, hoping this was the answer in itself. His eyes wandered once again, over her frame, back to her face and then at the horizon once again...
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Post by .l.Templado.l.Brielle.l. on Oct 21, 2005 10:37:12 GMT -5
I watched as he tried to worm his way out of an explanation. How smooth were his actions. Keeping my maw closed tight I kept his gaze. As enthusiastic as I was, I would win this battle of silence. Looking at the lands around me I wandered off a few paces, cropping at the grasses with an instilled vigor. The wind toying with the tassle above my eyes, I shook my crania, revelling in the open air. I turned my head back towards him and laughed softly, my musics carrying to him. Le silence est un cadeau mortel, Dark one. Why do you stay within your own heart, building walls. You are hard as stone. Turning back to my meal I awaited his reactions, thoughts brimming on the edge of my half-an-insult. Would he smite me for what I said, or would he ponder it?
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Post by .Atomos.xX.Odysseus. on Oct 22, 2005 19:09:37 GMT -5
His broad chest rose with a deep sigh as he groaned, once again...another curious soul trying to invade his own place of secrecy and comfort. Because the more I break down my walls, the more I must rebuild them....speaking out of experience of course. Ody lowered his gaze a bit, causing him to raise a brow and look at her through his long, shaded forelocks. The andalusian was not one to be fooled....oh how his heart would remain closed this time...unless he himself told it otherwise...no one would invade. A foot stepped backwards, unsure.
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