conquor me or leave me

[zodiac]

Buckskin hued mare climbed up the steep slopes. Mustang heritage helped her stay gripped, but that was not why the two year old did this.
For the adventure, the risk. The reason why she ever did anything rash and crazy, anything that others had been too chicken to chance.
Ebony tresses looked very much like a frozen black waterfall, the way she shone against the light colouring of the glacier. Icy surface sliped a little under sturdy hooves, but the mare carried on. She soon reached the other end of the glacier.

[razor]

ooc: Done DONE

With the cold, the ice, the quiet, none other was laid down. Only the slight moaning and groaning of slipping, hard pack snow made noise. It was quiet, serene, and yet, it had always been an adrenaline rush. He, himself just looked like a dark, blurry dot on the edge of it, at the top of it. He knew that there was no immediate ground beneath him, that there was only layers and miles of ice and snow. No, it was not winter, and no, it was not snowing. But it was chilly, and sunny. Springtime had it's own weather, as did this glacier. It was peaceful, but dreadfully dangerous. And there he was, exploring his ranges of openess. His auburn lobes looked down the icey scape, his harks listening to the creaking and groaning. Alertness stiffened all the muscles in his chassis, making flesh of a mouse gray move slightly. The ends of his locks felt wet, making the onyx color shine just that much more, the streaks of ceme and white cascaded down his panache and whipchords. His onyx titaniums dug into the wet ground, where the ice was, there were now slight prints of those who had been there before. For he was not the first, nor the last.

And he realised that as he finally saw that inky blot on the horizon turn into a beige and charcoal equine, slowly moving to his left. Though the air felt raw and cold, with the wind casting his scents downwind, it was just so, that he could not smell this other figure. But from the way that it moved, he could sense it's presence was a vixen, and he relaxed just a bit. Watching her move twards him, but a few degrees off, he looked at the fluid movements, admiring them, noticing them for what they really were. Maybe he should greet her, maybe he should be that shadow in the background.

[zodiac]

Bright emerald eyes feel the gaze of another upon her sun kissed pelt. Charcoal tresses sway as she lifts her head, searching for the owner of the eyes. Upon the ridge ahead and a few metres to the side stood a tall horse. Wind blows the scent towards her, she identifys it as a stallion. Ebony and ivory flints dig into the surface of the icy ground as she stops, staring quietly, summing up if this male was a threat or not.


ooc: eek sorry crappy post.

[razor]

ooc: tis ok. mine are always crappy. lol

BIC: Staring down such a beauty like this was improper, he knew it, but the serenity of the moment was perfect. He could feel her gaze drift up and down his chassis, glazing him over, as if he was a threat, a dark summoning that no one could ever take part of. Yet he felt very different. This tranquility erupted as he felt the need to move forward just a touch. Feeling his piston dig as deep as possible into the slippery snow, he let breathe snort out, and him snap his creme and ebony whipchords. Sighing peacefully, calmness let words stumble out slightly. He dared not ruin the perfectness, as his calm exterior softened all that much more.

Threats are usually seen as a danger. Do I danger you in any way miss?

ooc: ECK!-vomits everywhere- stupid posteh!

[zodiac]

ooc: LOL dw mine is rubbish too.

BIC:

I see no threat in you sir. Soft lyrics carried back across the short distance between them. Emerald visions pick out that the male was onyx and creme in colour, with onyx and ivory tresses. Charcoal legs carry the vixen moved closer curiously.

[razor]

ooc: this shall suck horribly, but that's ok. here it is anyways.

BIC: He nodded slightly as she spoke, acknowledging the fact that she was there while his sepia orb stared in misbelief at the horizon. Some, other had come to talk to him, and he wasn't acting out of the usual. It was almost normal, whatever that was. He blinked and looked the pretty femme up and down again, before replying to her little statement.

Then you won't mind my asking. What be your name?

[zodiac]

Eternity. And yours? She replyed, rubbing her head on her foreleg apparently unconciously. Visions look the brute over again, taking in the detail she missed the first time she look at him. He was really quite handsome, for a stallion.

[razor]

His charred pillars stood there, holding up his slate chassis. He smiled a warm greeting, fooling no one. For he was what he looked like, and he dared not say that he wasn't. Letting a couple words tumble out of his jaw, he replied to the pretty femme.

Almanac. Eternity, I have a home that I dare ask you to stay at. Would you?

His words were almost smooth, for he was a bit nervous asking this lovely huntress to come and enter his home. He had to say that he liked her, maybe a bit more than needed.

[zodiac]

Emerald eyes studied his own visions, she realized he was nervous about asking her. Why? She wouldnt bite, well, wouldnt hurt one so nice as him.

Almanac. Eternity, I have a home that I dare ask you to stay at. Would you?

Harks flicker forward. She might just have found a home, and with this stallion that would be good. She lets s smile light up her features, and replies with smooth lyrics of her own.
Of course.