So Far from a Place Called Home

[Darsor]

Why he was so far from the area of land he tended to claim once he had mares, he was not sure. However, Darsor figured exploring would not be so bad and perhaps he could find mares out here. Romey was the best place to look for life anyway, considering it was one of the sources of water in this hotter climate. Where he intended to live was much more balanced than the west of Renanta and had a source of water running through it. He sought to go home, but without mares he had no purpose being there- he could not even call it home. Hopefully if he was in luck he would find at least one mare and bring her home. He would have to support her on their journey back to Northern Renata.

Snorting, the stallion trotted up to the water after spying it. His ears were up and his eyes scanned constantly. This just happened to be a little bit of unfamiliar land and it was best to keep one’s eyes open. Yet alas, the gorgeous neck lowered so that he could drink the lovely water that was hopefully going to be refreshing amongst the heat. Darsor had already decided that he did not plan on living here where once it really became summer, the days would be even hotter. The bright sun bearing down on their backs would surely have no mercy. And despite these musings, herds still lived in the West, for there were scents in the air and one stood out among the rest due to its close proximity.

[Wyvern]

&& WYVERN

i'veneverbeensosurreptitioussoofcourseyou'llbedistractedwhenispikethe PUNCH !!

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This was where she was meant to be. The desert, the heat, the silence; the uncanny nostalgia of this place filled the air and Wyvern's lungs. She stood under the Mesquite tree that had sheltered her since she wandered into this desert, protecting her from the sun and heat; she stood beside the oasis of this place, quenching her thirst and cooling her heated fur. The air smelled so clean as she breathed, untainted of other horses that would surely find their way here. Wyvern didn't want that; this place was hers and hers only, at least for the moment; perfect for her, melting into the welcome loneliness that embraced the desert. Wyvern lifted her concave, Arabic head, feeling the wind caress her lithe being, feeling the breeze flirt with her sleek tresses. She exhaled deeply, letting her flared nostrils quiver outward as she took in her scenery with her large, expressive eyes. She had done this multiple times a day and could probably map out the area she could see by now; however, she had viewed little more of her territory and at the moment, a lonesome stroll through her barren paradise seemed like a nice way to pass the time. Relaxed ears erect and focused, head high and body poised, Wyvern set out at a leisurely pace from the comfortable shade of her Mesquite to the bright, intense sun.

The gentle breeze was refreshing and welcomed, as sweat began to dew at her follicles mere minutes after her inspection began. The heat was also welcomed too, however- the feel of her heated black fur contrasting with the white fur on her spine that was being cooled by the wind felt wonderfully odd. The only sounds around her were that of the rustle of a lizard or rabbit, and the harmonious coo of a mourning dove or cactus wren. The beauty of the place was enchanting; so lively, so genuine, so colorful. This desert, her desert, was not dry and brown and dying. It was everything but, and her eyes were alight with everything she saw. Yet beauty could not replenish the dryness of her tongue and the soreness of her throat, and, carrying herself high, Wyvern created a semi-circular path back to her Mesquite tree and her oasis, anticipating an evening tour and hoping to catch a glimpse of a coyote. She wanted to run with them. Coyotes were loners, yet they still came together as a closely- knit pack and ruled over the desert. That was something, in all their power and beauty and ferocity, that the matured Wyvern would live up to; that was what young Wyvern aspired to become.

In the time it took for Wyvern to reach the oasis, her black fur gleamed in sweat. Her white fur did not feel like it was burning, so her sensitive pink skin was not damaged. The site of the beautiful blue water felt like she was rushing toward the finish line of a marathon, even though she was walking- a prize in reach, seeming so far from her exhaustion. Eyes brightened, Wyvern picked up a long- strode, baroque- inspired trot as she rounded the shore. The feel of the cool water as she dipped her hooves in was instant relief to her overheated legs, and the water as it slid down her throat in parched quaffs refreshed every inch of her body. Indulging in the feeling of relief all over, Wyvern closed her eyes and lifted her nose to the horizon, inhaling deeply. But when she inhaled, the scent of another tainted the once clean air, and Wyvern snapped beck to attention, eyes flashing a fatal blue as she bore her gaze to the stallion that was infiltrating her paradise.

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ohandthesmokesinthatcigaretteboxonthetabletheyjustsohappentobelacedwith NITROGLYCERIN !!

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[Darsor]

By the time Darsor’s gaze reached the mare that had approached, the refreshing feel of the water was already gone from his throat. One ear stayed trained on the mare while the other moved this way and that to listen for anything unusual. A pesky fly or two just happened to buzz around his face however and with a flick and quick toss of his head, the flies took off. Again they landed, but this time on his rump. His thick tail whipped across his rump then while he snorted in annoyance. Hopefully his antics would not scare the mare or she began to think he was weird. ‘Twas only natural though.

After taking a chance to study the mare, Darsor approached casually with his tail gently swaying behind him. His posture was relaxed, but he was also alert for any predators around him at the same time. The mare seemed to not like his presence, however. It was more than enough to set him on edge just a bit, but he would be of no threat to her physically unless she induced it. Neighing a soft greeting from his way towards her, he tossed his head before taking up a trot to quickly close a little of the space between them. Well this should be interesting…

The bay nickered once more to the mare in order to coax a response out of her- a nonviolent one would be most appreciated. Yet, Darsor was not a mare and did not know how to act when a lone stallion comes with a happy nicker and neigh of hello. A sudden rustling of one of the nearby shrubs caught his interest in that moment. An ear strayed in that direction while another stayed put in case the mare decided to act alive. The bush moved again, but it was only a type of a crawling thing that did not smell of ‘predator’, so he paid it little attention. One could never be too careful you know.

[Wyvern]

&& WYVERN

havesomecomposurewhereisyourpostureohno NO!!

Wyvern could not relax the tension of her muscles, nor the way her ears flattened in irritation, as the stallion registered his existence in her paradise. Well, no, I suppose this isn't my paradise. A meek voice in her head murmured. The voice sounded as if it was scared to speak aloud, shy and worried that Wyvern would get irritated at it. That was just like Wyvern, to get mad at herself. But she let out a silent sigh as Wyvern realized that her brain was just being rational. No, this place was not her own, as much as she wanted it to be. But who was Wyvern to claim it, when she could never be here alone? Although she could very well wait until a stallion did claim Romey, thus forming a harem Wyvern could join but be separate of. There was no use in being a rogue; they were nomads and she could not be in this place forever. Any thought of the intruder forgotten, Wyvern hung her head- something Wyvern would rarely do- and sighed, onyx eyes meeting onyx eyes in the water below. Shaking her head in slight dismay, Wyvern lifted her head once more and let her gaze travel the gleaming shoreline of her oasis once more. Once again, her reflective eyes caught sight of the stallion and Wyvern's ears flicked back to irritated. While Wyvern was not one to think of all stallions as evil- besides, weren't the diabolical ones the fun ones?- nor did she think that the brute would cause her harm. But he was still there, in her melancholy little home- for- the- moment, an invader of sorts that penetrated Wyvern's secret, lonely state of peace. At least this stallion appeared nothing like her father, a father she hoped was burning in Hell; his energy was light, curious, and peaceful. He was not a masculine, opaque black horse whose presence demanded attention. However, although it did reassure Wyvern with a sense of security, Wyvern gladly kept her distance. Maybe if she did not show interest to his appearance, he'd find approaching her unnecessary and go along his way.

The only worry- or hope- was that this stallion was here to stay. The horse she was awaiting and dreading the arrival of. A stallion who would claim this land for her, create a herd here, and allow Wyvern to stay. Although Wyvern would probably be forced to sit and watch as her lonesome queendom crumbled, replaced by a monopoly aggressive and vengeful as each herd, an industry within itself, competed to rule. Wyvern would probably be lost in that chaos; disappearing without a trace to God knows whereas she escaped the danger that was boiling under each opposing tyranny in Renata. Wyvern was one to look into the future; a psychic of some sorts. She predicted the worst and best and always found an escape route; no one listened to her, so it's not selfish to be the only one you want to save when you had been discarded from society since birth. Wyvern took a stride forward, clearing her mind of the jumbled, Apocalyptic, dark thoughts. Wyvern strode with odd gentleness, a feeling of numb floating, into the golden, refreshing water, her tail floating atop the water like an iridescent oil slick, fanning around her and rippling with the delicate movement of the water. In her peripheral vision, Wyvern could see the ends of her tail swishing on the surface. For a moment she thought of herself as a Friesian, which was probably the breed she wishes she could be if she had the choice, They were tall, dark, and elegant. And they couldn't be out-casted for white markings. A warm nicker broke her self- loathing thoughts, and the stallion stood beside her. He let out a whinny of hello, and Wyvern watched him approach her with the sun casting the sapphire light of her feline black eyes aglow.

Wyvern waited until the stallion came to a halt beside her to answer; but before she could, the rustle of a lizard or rabbit took their attention, heads snapping toward the direction of a sage. A Sonoran desert whiptail came scurrying out spasmodically from the gray- green leaves, long brown tail slashing behind it. The flutter in Wyvern's heart returned to normal and she scolded herself for jumping at something so small and innocent when she should know her Romey by now. Slowly, Wyvern turned her duo-chrome eyes back to the stallion. "Hello," she answered simply. Her voice sounded odd to her; oiled silk smoothed over her dark, quiet voice. Although she didn't sound like a stranger, she sounded more mature, not like a filly- as a filly, her voice was more like black sugar. Now it kind of sounded like both, and the mixture was not unpleasant. Of course, with Wyvern's luck, the change was only because she hadn't talked for a few days in blaring and dry sun. Soon enough, this moonsong voice will be gone- as far as Wyvern knew- and she would go back into isolation, not wanting to even hear her voice again. Wyvern had learned, under her parents' influence, to be self- loathing. And sometimes you can't ignore those little "ideals" that you were raised on.

So much for my sunset stroll.

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you'repullingthetriggerpullingthetriggerall WRONG !!

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[Darsor]

Surely it was just too hot here for this mare, but alas the heat seemed to not affect her. Perhaps it did, but there was really nothing she could do about it and that is why she seemed so… serene? Either way, this mare –to Darsor- seemed to catch his interest in more than one way. Yes perhaps he could get her to follow him and once his little harem grew enough- he could claim a piece of land for them. Oh it was every young buckaroo’s dream and it was only natural. Yet, Darsor was one for being fair, diplomatic, and noble and would rather talk something out than have a full out fight if his little tactic in the beginning of the show did not scare the other stallion away.

Enough about other stallions, for this mare was here and he happened to be near her. This mare also happened to look toward him and speak a greeting. Excited, the stallion’s ears perked forward to the mare and his head rose higher in acute interest. He sent a happy nicker to her and tossed his head in an elaborate greeting. Her voice- just her voice was splendid, but then again this was his first contact with a mare alone since he left the bachelor herd. After his little display however, he spoke, ”Hello,” then he seemed to pause before speaking again. ”I am Darsor- a bachelor if you will, and I am curious as to why you are alone. I do not see other mares around.” Captain obvious at your service; so the stud was a bit nervous, give him a break.

”What I mean is,” he started to clarify, ”that predators can be anywhere and it is safer for us in numbers.” There, all better… maybe. Darsor only waited for her reply now. Yes, he was indeed aware that he did not ask her name, but he would not pressure her. He waited patiently, his tail gently flicking back and forth as an ear twitched this way and that at different sounds. Gently, Darsor nudged her shoulder and gave her a nicker. Should she saw any more interest, he would love to exchange breaths with her as so it was customary. He intended after all, to take this mare under his wing so-to-speak.

[Wyvern]

&& WYVERN

givemeenvygivememalicegivemeyour ATTENTION!!

As Wyvern watched the stallion beside her, clearly optimistic and overjoyed at her sociability, Wyvern could not help but smile a little, an amused sapphire sparkle in her eyes. Perhaps the company of this joyous stallion was not all bad, a little light to brighten the melancholy darkness of Wyvern's spirit. Ears alert as he spoke, energetic and blissful, and she couldn't help but breathe a little easier. Giving a slight nod to his words, Wyvern answered simply (for this was the way Wyvern spoke), tone sliding easily from her throat.

[/color]"Greetings, Darsor- Wyvern. I am alone simply for the sake of being alone- I've always enjoyed solitude." While the answer was truthful, something about it sounded wrong; Wyvern could only hope that Darsor wouldn't find himself intruding upon her privacy. Originally, he was, but Wyvern felt more comfortable around him then she had when she first spied him across the oasis.

Darsor started to speak again, backtracking to try to clear his last dialog up. His words were true- predators were plentiful and horses were prey. A lone filly like herself could easily be targeted- while she was, due to her type, nimble, fleet of foot, and fierce, she could be overpowered by a pack for coyotes or a mountain lion in its prime. She hadn't given her safety much thought, hadn't she? Cocking her head to the side slightly in thought, Wyvern answered with a more calculating tone. "Well, I hadn't given that much thought. At the moment, I had just wanted to get away from my family." The way her voice sounded and the innocent, slightly amusing way her head was turned made her look young and her words like her family was as dysfunctional as any other family, unlike the cruel and uncaring mare her mother had been. Darsor's gentle nuzzle on her shoulder took her by surprise as she ran through scenarios of what could've happened in her head- she really didn't know how to react to any from of affection and simply turned her head inward to touch her muzzle to his. While her heart was pounding and breathing was kind of difficult, as nervous as Wyvern was at that moment, and with each exhalation she relaxed as much as she could until finally she was back to almost-normal. Darsor nickered, and Wyvern nickered softly in response.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[[ Notes: This post is terrible; I'm kinda distracted haha. ]]

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