|
|
Post by sundance on Mar 27, 2008 14:41:04 GMT -5
Ramiera watched the snow fall slowly from the invisible clouds. The sky wasn't white, but the same pale gray-blue color as her eyes. Her light orbs flickered around for a bit, watching the river make its way through the snow. She shook the flakes that had gathered on her coat away. Lifting a golden hoof, Ramiera advanced towards the water. She stared down at it, rather bored. She swished her creamy tail to rid herself of more flakes.
|
|
|
|
Post by Swede on Mar 27, 2008 21:37:58 GMT -5
Beslou trotted in, black-and-white tail held slightly aloft, a banner fluttering in the breeze. He was a true romantic at heart- not in the sense that he was your sappy Romeo, but he loved dreaming of the wild, and what freedom really meant, and of the glories of fighting other stallions and building a fine herd, raising beautiful foals, loving his mares, the epitome of wild equine perfection. Of course, he was far from that, and he knew it. No herd, but he hoped he could fix that. No land either, but that wasn't necessary until he found a mare or two. And here, there was hope for him- at the river, the glorious claiming grounds. His painted body bounded across the thick layer of snow, breath flying out in clouds of fog. And there, before him, was a beautiful example of a mare, one that took his misty breath away. Beslou picked up his pace a little, advancing towards her. "A wonderful day to you, my fair lady. My name is Beslou; may I be so bold as to ask for yours?" The paint paused, waiting for her answer.
|
|
|
|
Post by sundance on Mar 28, 2008 17:00:29 GMT -5
"Ramiera would be the name. Not too a wonderful a day, though." She shivered, a fog of breath puffing out of her maw. The stallion wasn't too bad, she decided while looking over him. Her hooves crunched in the snow as she moved slightly towards him. Her muscles were growing stiff from the cold. She longed to trot and picked up her speed as she advanced, then stopped.
|
|
|
|
Post by Swede on Mar 28, 2008 17:08:01 GMT -5
His head tilted, mane falling over his neck, and his eyes reflected his own curiosity. "To me, all days are generally wonderful, unless something makes them not so. Do you not enjoy winter?" His won coat was thick and fluffy, and even the fight with Droom had done little to mar it. Just a cut on his hock, and a couple tufts of fur missing; nothing life-threatening. Odd, that had been, to finish that fight in a draw. But the territory had been mediocre anyway, and his one mare had vanished, so there was no point in stealing it anyway.
|
|
|
|
Post by sundance on Mar 28, 2008 17:18:48 GMT -5
The corner of her lip turned up in a little smile, a rare occourance from Ramiera. "Not particularly. I like spring more." She blinked her frosty azure orbs again. Feeling a frisky surge, Ramiera bucked her fudge-brown hind legs and picked up a lope, taking a big circle through the snow around the pinto. She snorted and halted.
|
|
|
|
Post by Swede on Mar 28, 2008 17:41:35 GMT -5
Beslou nodded briskly. "I agree- spring is better. Still, I don't mind winter. At least, not when it's nice out. blizzards are quite another thing. But this isn't so bad." His eyes followed her path through the snow. She was quite fascinating to look at. Chocolate coat, creamy mane and tail. Gorgeous, really. Then, she stopped. Carefully, he stepped forward through the powder, knees snapping upwards to get over the snow, approaching her at a jog. He tossed his bi-colored mane excitedly. Ramiera... Ah, you silly stallion. Don't count your chicks before they hatch, Beslou. Still, his greatest fantasy was being one of those 'true' stallions, and Ramiera was so lovely...
|
|
|
|
Post by sundance on Mar 28, 2008 20:30:24 GMT -5
Ramiera tossed her creamy mane again, watching him approach. She had really never liked anything before. Beslou was rubbing off on her. She felt playful and and nipped at his shoulder before cantering off through the drifts again. Her tail naturally went high as she loped, a sign of her domestic gaited ancestry. She turned, a blue eye fixed on the curious stallion. His coat was elegantly patched, interesting to follow... she caught herself just in time.
|
|
|
|
Post by Swede on Mar 29, 2008 17:09:15 GMT -5
The paint smiled and laughed, giving chase through the fluffy white. Beslou caught up to her, buffing her side with his muzzle playfully. The stallion slowed to a walk, and asked his companion, "So tell me, fair lady, were you born around here? You do seem to get along in the wild very well. I myself hardly remember my childhood, I've been out here as long as I can remember, but I may have been captive early on. If I was, it was long ago." She had such smooth gaits, lovely coat, beautiful mind... He could not help but feel attracted. Why was such a gem alone, and not with some other stallion? He didn't ask. No point in gambling his luck.
|
|
|
|
Post by sundance on Mar 29, 2008 17:21:44 GMT -5
"I've only been free two and a half years myself," she replied. Ramiera wondered if this stallion had any mares. "I come from a farm, but I hardly remember my dam and I never got to meet my father." Ramiera hardly felt sad about her past. Being wild was so much better than stale water and dry hay. She playfully ran off through the snow again.
(gotta go, sorry bout the short post)
|
|
|
|
Post by Swede on Mar 30, 2008 19:14:29 GMT -5
Beslou nodded affirmatively. "My past is similar- left my mother as a yearling, not sure what happened to her, and I was sort of adopted by a stallion and his mare. We came here, but I can't find them anywhere... oh well, I'm sure they're living the good life. Quiet types, not the sort to go out and socialize much. They were happy just living life in the valley. But, you know, young stallions like me don't go so well with that sort of lifestyle, so I left. Got into a couple fights, wandered around and now, well, I'm here. Never had any herd but them; I hope that could maybe change." He left it as an open statement, and she could take it how she wanted. Still, he couldn't help but hope she might like to join him as his lead.
|
|
|
|
Post by sundance on Mar 30, 2008 19:58:50 GMT -5
Ramiera squinted skywards at the disapearing clouds. Was it finally spring? She hoped so. Her imagination quickly began to run away. A skewbald filly by her side was the last one before she shook her head to clear it away. Her undistracted sky-blue orbs fixated themselves on Beslou. "So, Beslou... would you happen to have any land?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Swede on Mar 30, 2008 20:07:35 GMT -5
"Nope. I had no need of any, with no herd. But I could claim some very quickly, if I wasn't alone..." Beslou trailed off, glancing downwards. Stop acting like a lovestruck little colt. You barely know her. Still, it was a tempting thought. The piebald stallion looked up again at the lovely mare before him, and said, "Are you alone? You don't seem the type to not be living with some great stallion, if you'll pardon my boldness." He tossed his mane, sucking in the lovely spring weather. His coat was starting to shed out fluffy tufts of fur, revealing the sleek summer hide beneath.
|
|
|
|
Post by sundance on Mar 30, 2008 20:16:54 GMT -5
"I've been with stallions, plenty of them. But none of them have appealed to me...." Ramiera felt drawn to Beslou - he was kind and thoughtful, and he liked her for who she was. She had a burst of courage and moved closer to the spotted stallion. She glanced out at the greening trees, full of chirping, happy birds - but one pale blue eye kept itself fixed on Beslou.
((I had to go last night, so I modified the post))
|
|
|
|
Post by Swede on Mar 31, 2008 21:25:36 GMT -5
Beslou nodded again. "Aye, sometimes it takes a while to find someone appealing," he answered sympathetically. Of course, he had never really -met- anyone before, not in the way they were talking about anyway, so he had little idea of what he was talking about. But though Beslou wasn't smart, he wasn't so stupid that he didn't realize it was best to agree with her. And the idea made sense. He shivered inwardly as she moved closer. Ramiera... lovely name, fitting for a lovely mare. Somewhat hesitantly, he said, "I've never found anyone, well, special, either..." Oh lord, Beslou, now you sound like a total idiot. Ah well. You can't sound intelligent all the time. Can you?
|
|
|
|
Post by sundance on Apr 2, 2008 15:05:14 GMT -5
She shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably, staring at the thawing ground. Her past wasn't too good. Beslou was the only one she had ever really connected with - could she tell him? "I agree." She came up with this short, simple statement after her mind's debate. Ramiera felt playful again, prancing off with her tail held high. A breeze blew off some loose dark hairs. She stopped and rolled in the wet and muddy grass beside the slightly swollen river, removing some of her winter coat. Although her normal one was pretty, she was muddy and it didn't really show. Ramiera frisked in the shallows, splashing up some water to clean herself off. She finally turned and cantered gracefully back to Beslou, still a bit wet.
|
|
|
|
Post by Swede on Apr 13, 2008 11:13:55 GMT -5
ooc: So sorry! I was on the vacationing! *hurries to post*
Beslou watched her removing loose hairs. He himself had shed almost all of it by now, and gleamed brightly in the sun. Just a few tufts here and there remained, and they would soon be gone. She was even prettier when she got the fluffy stuff off, her coat catching the light just so. His mind raced frantically for something to say. Should he ask now? Or wait? But patience wasn't his strongest point, and he was feeling awkward. "Um, Ramiera, I, uh..." He twitched his ears and started over, "That is to say, um, well, would you like to join me? You don't ahve to if you don't want to," he added hastily, feeling stupid.
|
|
|
|
Post by sundance on Apr 13, 2008 14:50:40 GMT -5
OOC: Had no idea what was going on b4, but my new laptop will let me post and log in now. Yay!
Ramiera was surprised. She picked up a slow jog, circling around Beslou as she thought. Her dark coat gleamed in the spring sunlight. Her pale blue eyes glanced at the piebald. "Hmm, well, I'm more than just a pretty face....." She halted and paused, pondering. "I'm honored to accept your invitation, Beslou" she replied. She waited for him to speak, not sure what to do next.
|
|
|
|
Post by Swede on Apr 17, 2008 17:16:03 GMT -5
His heart leaped for joy. But he kept his face as composed as possible- no need to make a fool of himself by dancing around like a happy little foal. Beslou cleared his throat a little nervously. He had always had big fantasies of being a wild and free stallion, glorious and majestic. But actually doing it was quite a different matter. "Well then," he began somewhat awkwardly, "I suppose we should go and get ourselves a place to live then, right?" He had noticed a lovely little territory on his travels; hopefully it wasn't occupied yet.
|
|
|
|
Post by sundance on Apr 18, 2008 15:07:49 GMT -5
"I suppose we should," Ramiera agreed, grinning in spite of herself. She could see right past his serious face, that he was more exicted than a playing foal. She shook her creamy colored forelock off her white poll, snorting through her pink nostrils. Her eyes were the color a light blue stone - the what, an opal or something? She couldn't remember at all, but she did like the bright blue color of Beslou's eyes. She was eager to find a new land.
|
|
|
|
Post by Swede on Apr 18, 2008 16:17:23 GMT -5
ooc: Tag in White Meadows for ya  |
|
