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She plundered into the realm, though with no particular disposition. Whether happy, excited, scared, or nervous one couldn't tell. Not to say she was numb and immune to feeling; her heart still beat. Just to say she was extraordinarily ordinary. She ached, craved even, for something exhilarating to happen. She wanted to live. Always she had been bound by some unseen rope, and she so wished for freedom. With the thought of some adventure her walk increased to a trot, her head high and ears pricked. Then she was reminded of the dull life she had held so far. Again she fell into a walk, head at normal height, and lobes rotated to a relaxed, almost lazy position. To be brutally honest, she didn't know how to seem interesting, different, or in anyway lustrous. Just her.

If any came she would be surprised. Only thing one might see in her is breeding stock. She could accept that. But like any femme; she wished for so much more. A knight to sweep her off her feet, a gentleman who could send roses, a lord who would cherish her. But who would? She was nothing special. Sure, nicely colored but that was about it. If she amounted to nothing it was not dampen her spirits; long ago she gave them up to someone who could put them to better use. A robot she had almost become. A routine. Even in her eyes she was dull. If horrible things were doomed to her; she would take them in stride. Nothing really disappointed her anymore, struck fear in her heart, nor frustrated her. The only emotion left standing was hope. Hope for a better tomorrow today. Not depressed, don't declassify her to it. Just a soldier who had lost her company, her commander, and her compass.

She didn't release a call into the wild to summon any wondering males. Better yet, she couldn't. Others couldn't know this, however. To them she was just another wondering homeless gal. In a way, she was so much more. In some eyes, she reflected this exactly. What of her fate she couldn't tell and could hardly decide. Did she want to continue her normal, routine, hardly exciting life? Or were these winds of change that beat about her body and tangled her tresses? A for-limb beat the earth in her indecisiveness, and the dirt that rose settled within her nostrils. A snort was required to regulate the airflow, but all that she ever accomplished was a harrowing wheeze that barely completed the job. Not exactly appealing she was sure, but at least she could breathe, yes?

And so she waited. If it took near eternity for her prince charming to arrive, then so be it. If chance required her to satisfy a blunt brute she would obligate, but still her dreams would continue. He could not keep her tied up forever; her lost yet undiscovered knight would continue to haunt her mind and taunt her heart. Never would she forget that she wanted happiness, wanted to escape this dead-beat life. She found her way deep into within the canyon walls and discovered a lonely willow. There she rested contently until one would arrive. That is, if anyone wished for one such as herself

[MissParadox]

[bg=black][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] Long feathered pillars drew the ebony brute forward. His nostrils flared violently as the rush of new smells of creatures both recognised and unknown reached him. The strongest of all were that of equines, brutes and femmes mingled in with each other. It was the stench of spring and hormones. It was a distasteful scent and it seemed to linger stale in the warm spring air. Night was looming and the sun seemed to lower in the sky as he walked, yet the warmth remained, night would bring no respite from the heat that today had brought with it. His daggers dug deep into the terrain as his gaze was sent out through the large meadow. It was the cooling relief he sought in the distant pond yet as he approached its edges he was sidetracked by another creature. One who had been so silent, so still that he had not noticed till now. He faltered mid step, not used to missing something, especially not the presence of another. Recovering he watched the femme curiously, his gaze licked over her frame and even from this distance he could see her beauty. His desire went beyond looks however and he found himself itching to see her move, her physique was just as important as her temperament. He knew her kind, the pretty femmes young and ignorant. They spoke quickly and without thought. Occasionally coy and mostly egotistical they become more of a nuisance than a young colt coming into his own, especially during the spring time. However as he reached the pond and lowered his kissers deep into the cool water he couldn't justify walking away. He was curious by nature and friendly by need. Tonight would be no different, he needed connections and she was to pretty to pass up. So it was without so much as another thought that he backed away from the muddy edges, and turned towards her. His approach was slow, carefree even. His stop was gradual and none several steps away from her allowing her some space and he his own. He was silent for some time, allowing himself to look at her once more. Orbs licked over her frame before finding and settling within her own gaze. Only then did he speak, softly and gently. " Hello" It was a question as much as it was a greeting.

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Most individuals, male or female, equine or no, when left idle for any amount of time tend to ponder. It could be about anything or anyone, but the point being made it that their mind thinks. Not hers. Sapphire ooids were merely mirrors to the outside world; information -as it came- was absorbed, and nothing more. Perhaps an aud might flick every so often, but no expression strained facade, nor any muscles made a movement. Nothing of any significance took place; breathing quiet as it was steady. If there were one unwise enough may take it for simply a portrait up against the landscape's walls. She hadn't shut the world out, ignoring all but her own pulse. Simply had stopped expecting it to produce anything worthwhile for her. But here she was, asking for a new home. Hope was still present, with room for little else.

She had heard him long before she saw him. When one is surrounded in silence nearly every waking moment, senses become more acute. Such sensitive auditories could pick up the rustling of the wind 'neath his heels as he approached. The vagabond was tainted one of deep charcoal, and his physique nearly screamed raw -yet under complete control- power and strength. The beast could easily tear her limb from limb if she didn't usher in a gallop quite soon, and the permenant marks residing upon his pelt only supported this fact. But as he got closer, right before vocals were put to use, she saw more. There was a gentleness in his step; maliciousness did not gleam from those deep orbs. He wasn't planning on being anything too far from civilized, it seemed. Either that, or he was one heck of an actor. Still, nothing about the femme was modified during his advance, 'cept now listeners gave him due attention.

After he had spoken, blond femme twisted her torso slightly as to be almost directly head-on with him. Only polite, and she was not without manners. Tiara nodded slightly to acknowledge that she had indeed heard and interpreted his message. Salutations... or so her mind read. Alas, she gazed at him quietly, with caramel dial uplifting slightly as if about to speak, yet the silence was not broken. Soft indigo pools gazed gently at the stallion, with but a trace of longing.

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