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Post by stormsnow on Sept 3, 2009 10:04:27 GMT
OOC: That's fine. Your writing is cetainly better than anything I could do.
Warrigal dipped his head courteously to the eagle. "Thank you, friend." The buckskin trotted into the cave, stamping, snorting, and shaking to rid himself of the freezing snow that clung to his coat.
OOC: Sorry it's so short. Writer's block, I guess.
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Post by yaruka on Sept 4, 2009 0:43:00 GMT
OOC: you guys worry too much, you're both fine, BIC: Warrah dipped her gratefully to the eagele in thanks as the bird invited them inside, she may be an optimist, but even she couldn't deny that it was getting dangerous outside. "Thank you, Wise Eagle," she said before slipping into the cave behind Warrigal. As the buckskin stallion shook himself to get rid of the snow that had come to coat his back, Warrah stepped forwards eagerly to touch nose with the new mare. "Greetings, dear Pale One," she said sweetly, "I am Warrah, named for the honey suckle. May I ask of you your own name?" Her gaze was bright and friendly, not at all uncertain as she waited for the other's response. Never would she have imagined that what was causing AquilaDorado so much stress was Warrigal's and her own prescense, or she may not have gone so close to the cream coloured mare.
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Post by aquiladorado on Sept 9, 2009 3:09:19 GMT
Guyra watched intently as the stallion and his mare entered the cave and thanked her. When the mare freely approached AquilaDorado without hesitation to touch noses with her in greeting, her stomach did a slight churn. She drew her wings in tightly against her body for warmth and sat very still, almost frightened for the first time in a while of what might be the outcome of the situation she had created. She knew the two horses planned on climbing the mountain, although she had hoped that the blizzard might have turned them away. 'It seems fate has brought them here though, and therefore it is about time that AquilaDorado should become acquainted with her own kind rather than the likes of an old eagle such as myself,' Guyra pondered. 'Let's just hope that she doesn't do something irrational, as I can never seem to fully understand what goes on in her mind and what actions she will make...'
Then the strange horse acknowledged AquilaDorado. "Greetings, dear Pale One. I am Warrah, named for the honey suckle. May I ask of you your own name?" The mare spoke gently, and did not look to be a horse of a threatening nature, so Guyra sent a silent prayer to the heavens that what would come next would be pleasant - for she figured the shaking pile of cream-colored fur huddled at the back of the cave was bound to leave at a blinding speed any second. But instead she was surprised to hear a soft but guarded voice echo off the cave walls.
As the Smokey-Cream mare arched her neck and positioned herself in a sturdy stance, she curiously eyed-up the stallion and his mare as she answered "I am known as AquilaDorado, named after nothing but my parents. Greetings to you, Warrah, and your stallion."
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Post by stormsnow on Sept 9, 2009 7:45:21 GMT
Warrigal stepped forward slowly, not wanting to scare the pretty mare. "Greetings, AquilaDorando," he whickered softly to the pale-coated mare. "I am Warrigal. I hope you do not mind us resting here until it has stopped snowing."
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Post by yaruka on Oct 3, 2009 18:36:07 GMT
Warrah was pleased at the cream mare's response, and nodding once to her, turned to nuzzle Warrigal as he approached. The buckskin stallion stopped beside her, and gently she reached to groom his withers. She kept one ear tuned to the smokey cream, awaiting her reponse, though the mare was not tense in any way. In fact her right hind was cocked in a position of rest, and the lines of her body were quite relaxed even as the storm continued to rage outside.
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Post by aquiladorado on Oct 19, 2009 22:48:12 GMT
OOC: And it did it AGAIN!! So basically this is the third and crappiest attempt OOC: NOOO! I totally just wrote up a whole reply and then the stupid internet connection sputtered out when I went to go post it TRAGEDY. So this one isn't as good but it'll have to do. She watched the pair, the love and obvious gentleness they showed each other and something inside of the Smokey Cream mare pained her. How she longed for such feelings, for others to make her feel like she belonged. Yet sadly she still felt she didn't. With a deep, raspy breath she looked up at Guyra, making sure to portray the way she felt in her eyes, though the wise eagle did not need this clue to come to a conclusion. Guyra closed her eyes for a moment, picturing the storm outside and what was supposed to be peace inside, and answered the stallion Warrigal. "Do not feel the need to concern yourselves with our minds. Of course you are more than welcome to rest here in shelter of the storm." She spoke with authority, but the twinkle in her eyes and the curve of her beak at that moment gave off the impression of a smile. "Now, let us all rest our aching bones before the weariness that seeks to overcome us becomes unbearable! Goodnight, Little One, and to both Warrah and Warrigal - may the stars watch over you all and bless you with splendid dreams."When the eagle was finished with her blessings, AquilaDorado watched the other horses retreat further into the cave - as content as they could be. That all-knowing voice whispered to her, and she twisted an ear to become informed of the plans they were to follow. "You must sleep now, Little One, for your body is too weak and the storm too strong. At the first light of dawn, I will wake you and we will carefully depart in silence; careful not to wake them. I'm sorry, AquilaDorado, perhaps another time..." Guyra gazed fondly at the little mare, and when she didn't receive an answer, prompted her further. "Are you in agreement?" The pale mare nodded solemnly, and then she too retreated partways into the blackness of the cave. Before she knew it, AquilaDorado drifted off to sleep. All too soon, Guyra was at her side and beckoning for her to follow. They quietly crept out into the pale sunlight of the morning, and started the steep descent of Mount. Kosciusko without a complaint. AquilaDorado pondered where they were to go next, on their journey to discover who she was, until Guyra broke the silence. "Spring is fast approaching." The Smokey Cream mare perked up at the sound of those words, for she too knew the truth in them. She felt the gentle hand of spring attempting to grasp the frozen ground beneath her feet, and just the recollection of past springs brought purpose into her stride. She continued to ponder as the sun rose into plain view and breathed warmth onto her skin; she thought about Warrigal, and Warrah of the honey suckle, and their love, and the foals that would soon be born to the herds and how they would frolic in the new found joys of spring. "Guyra, may we stop by the foaling grounds? Before we proceed to wherever else you had in mind, I mean?" The eagle gazed affectionately at the curious little mare beneath her, and glided ahead to lead the way. "Of course, dear one, of course." So the horse and the eagle changed their course, slowly disappearing into the mist on the mountainside, while the rest of the land lay in a peaceful slumber. OOC: So I basically tried to cut this off, as it is past winter now lol.... yeah Feel free to add though, as it's always enlightening to hear the views of Warrah and Warrigal! Haha I just probably won't answer, but have at 'er
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