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Post by sunny05295 on Jan 21, 2008 0:28:02 GMT -5
"I hate snow. Stupid fluffy stuff, making it so I can't hear a thing." The bay mare muttered, carefully walking across the snowy ground, black-tipped ears flicking to and fro, listening intently to the sounds of her surroundings. Or trying to, at least. "Stupid, irritating snow. It's always so useless. Cold, too. Apparently it's pretty, but I don't get a ton of enjoyment out of that, since I'm blind and all." Rhymera frequently muttered to herself when she was annoyed, although annoyance was a rare state for the mare. Except in the winter. In the winter, things changed. The petite mare grew a thick winter coat, so she wasn't cold, but that wasn't the problem. Rhymera's problem was with the snow. It muffled every noise, dulled scents, and generally made navigation a misery. Winter was one of the few times that Rhymera wasn't fine with the fact that she had been born blind. However, the mare tried not to let little things get on her nerves, so, pawing until she felt her hoof hit what felt like grass, she began to graze, attempting to ignore the weather of what was easily her least favorite season.
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Post by Elphaba on Jan 22, 2008 22:11:36 GMT -5
Fiyero stood in the shelter of the trees, trying to stay out of the pure white snow which contrasted so greatly with his pure black coat. He did not usually come by here, he did not usually go looking for mares. He had always been a bit of a loner, ever since he was a tony foal on wobbly legs, but as much as he hated to admit it, he was now starting to want a bit of company. Most mares he had met in the past were not compatible with him at all, he liked the quieter, down to earth type, often being worn out by the naivve, younger, wilder mares. He preffered to be around someone who he could be himself around and relax.
He gazed aimlessly out over the rolling hills before him, starting to pine the darkness of his land, he was tempted to turn back. He took a step forwards, his muscles rippled under is darck, velvet, glossy coat, but before he turned his eyes fell upon a bay mare, alone, wandering through the heavy snow. A little unsure whether to show himself, or stay in the darkness, he stood frozen to the spot. Something about this mare captivated him, but he couldn't figure out what it was.
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Post by sunny05295 on Jan 22, 2008 23:47:52 GMT -5
Rhymera stopped grazing, raising her head. Had she just heard somebody? Mentally cursing the stupid snow, she inhaled deeply, ignoring the slightly uncomfortable feeling brought on by the sudden intake of cold air. The scents were more important. Well, she certainly smelled another equine, a stallion, judging by his scent. The bay mare held perfectly still, concentrating, trying to figure out the stallion's approximate location while still remaining alert, in case the stallion was a threat.
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Post by Elphaba on Jan 23, 2008 3:22:22 GMT -5
Fiyero broke out of his frozen trance as he noticed the mare stop in her tracks and raise her head. He did not want her to think he was just watching or... spying on her, so he took a deep breath, and stepped out from the shadows and walked over to where she stood, stopping a few meters away so as to not intrude on her space. In his low, rumbling, yet gentle voice, he said
"I'm sorry i didn't emerge earlier, i do not wish for you to think i was just spying on you..."
He paused for a moment then remembered to add
"My name is Fiyero, lead of the Dark Ridge... may i be so bold as to ask your name?"
When dealing with the usual big headed stallion or any other threat, he was brave, couragous and bold. Even around some mare he didn't let his guard down... yet with this beautiful bay maiden his heart softened at the look of her, making him almost shy and a bit unsure of how to act... but then he realised... maybe this is who he really was, not meant to be the strong, fighting stallion, but to be gentle and kind... Well he knew he could not change how he was as that was how he was raised... not to be dark, but to fight and protect... but he liked this new side of him, it was like meeting an old friend again from way back in his past.ooc: No idea if that made -any- sense at all He's Neutral by the way but lives in dark terra
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Post by sunny05295 on Jan 23, 2008 10:16:19 GMT -5
As the stallion moved, Rhymera heard the soft noise of the snow that his hooves had displaced. Now able to pinpoint where he was, she flicked both her ears towards him, listening to his words.
"I am Rhymera." she replied, momentary dipping her head. Then, one corner of her mouth tilting upwards in a slight smile, she added. "Don't worry. I didn't think you were spying on me. It's nice to meet you Fiyero."
She had not formed an opinion on the stallion yet, so she was treating him politely, as she would treat any other horse. Since she could not make judgements based on appearances, she generally had to rely on things like words and actions. So far he seemed like a decent sort, but it was hard to tell another horse's personality based on a simple introduction.
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Post by Elphaba on Jan 26, 2008 5:56:19 GMT -5
"Rhymera... what a lovely name that is"
His voice was soft and gentle as he talked. He shuffled his feet a little as he talked, not so much because of the freezing snow which was slushy and wet around his hooves and going almost up to his feathered fetlock, but more to do with the fact he was a little shy, and really didn't want to mess anything up with such a sweet mare.
Speaking once again he said
"It's not very nice weather for such a fair mare as yourself to be wandering in...This snow sure does make it hard to find any decent food and water... "
He didn't want to rush into anything too fast and scare Rhymera off, though he did believe she would make a perfect lead for his non-existant herd.
ooc: Sorry it's such a cruddy post, was lost for words
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Post by sunny05295 on Jan 26, 2008 23:18:19 GMT -5
Rhymera snorted softly at the stallion's comment about the weather. "I agree with that. Of course, my main issue with snow is that it muffles everything. I have to go even more slowly than usual just to make sure that I'm not about to run into a tree, or something." she ranted passionately, her annoyance at the idiotic, stupid, useless snow overcoming her usual caution with her words. Then, realizing that she might have been rude, she lowered her head. "Sorry. I let my irritation with the weather get the better of me." the mare added quietly, worried that her outburst might have scared the stallion off.
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Post by Elphaba on Jan 27, 2008 5:51:06 GMT -5
He had not noticed the cloudyness of her eyes until she had commented about the snow. It did not make a difference he thought, she still sounded like an amazing mare, and losing one sense could only make the others stronger.
Smiling as she talked about the snow, listening intently whilst thinking how sweet she sounded and so passionate.
He smiled slightly and said in a light, very slightly amused tone, relaxing a little around her now
"Snow sure can be a pain, also with such a dark coat as i bear, does not make it easy to be discrete and blend in like some of the cream horses do...And no need to say sorry, you are, of cause, free to express your mind, i find it very interesting, what you have to say"
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Post by sunny05295 on Jan 27, 2008 11:17:28 GMT -5
Glad that the stallion hadn't been offended by her sudden outburst, Rhymera smiled. Hearing him talk about colors, she simply tried to follow along as well as she could, given that she had never seen what different colors looked like.
"Well, at least I don't worry about not blending in, since I can't really tell if I blend in or not." A slight touch of humor came into her tone as she spoke. "I don't even really know what I look like, let alone whether or not I blend in to my surroundings. I asked a few of my friends, when I was younger. They said I'm bay, which really doesn't help me much, since I have no clue what colors look like." she continued, still in an upbeat tone, but with a slight hint of frustration that she had never been able to get a satisfactory description of her appearence.
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