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Hey doods, don't mind that I've been a little absent lately. I'm reading loooooots of manga <3 but I'm definitely online every day, so don't worry about having PMs or questions or joining posts go missing! I am catching them all :)
The air was crisp here, and sharply accented with the tang of spruce and pine. Although the sun beat down relentlessly in these warmer months, baking the plains and prairies dry and heating swamplands into breeding grounds for mosquitoes, the world guarded by these towering sentries of evergreens was kept pleasantly cool and shaded. Standing tall, straight, and proud, they rose from an even, mossy bed that was largely free from tangles of undergrowth, and their sparse limbs let thick shafts of sunlight pour through to pool bright and golden upon the forest floor. Shady but not gloomy, sheltered but not claustrophobic - it was a pleasant stretch of territory to occupy this time of year, and it seemed to draw all sorts of visitors like Grimoire. The silver dappled mare had originally come to these foothills in search of a herd that was rumored to reside here, but so far she had seen and heard nothing except for the normal sights and sounds of a quiet forest. Birds sang and called to one another, and wide-eyed deer scurried away with their fawns as she approached, but otherwise the place was wholly uninhabited by equine life, with only the old and stale scents of travelers left behind. Clearly the rumors were unfounded, or more likely outdated.
So instead she went exploring. After all, if such a pristine landscape was nobody's private playground, then there would be no one to stop her from staying here as long as she pleased. Her path turned uphill, climbing the gentle but steady incline up the side of the mountain. Although still thickly wooded, the trees began to thin out with the rising altitude, and before long the dark pine trunks could be seen growing at a visible angle to the sloped earth. The increasingly steep ascent was taxing, even for a fit equine built for endurance, but at last she came across the nice vantage point she was looking for. A tall, rocky hill was built into the mountainside, devoid of trees and bordered on all sides by large patches of grassy clearing. With a pleased whicker the Anglo-Arab mare eagerly stretched out her legs and picked up an easy trot, ground-eating strides carrying her through the waving grasses and up to the crest of the hill. The view from there was every bit as striking as she had hoped; as she caught her breath and let her breathing return to normal, Grimm let her eyes drink in the sight of the land laid out before her, from the forested foothills to the vast stretches of plains and even the marshlands to the south. Who was to say what awaited out there, what possibilities could be brought to fruition?
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Gabriel & open kinda crappy, but should improve as we go along complete 454 For Kezz, but anyone is welcome to jump in if they please! C: The more the merrier~
the sun's starting to rise oh, oh, these are beautiful times
The heat was stifling on the white beaches that the young stallion called home: the sun seemed to shine from the pearly sand, making everything twice as unbearable. Even Fiore grew tried of it by late morning, seeking the cover of trees to fight off the worst of the sun's warmth. He quickly grew bored waiting for the worst of the heat to pass, however, and wandered further into the forests to entertain himself. He found himself straying further from the safety of the beaches each time he ventured away - whilst secure, the beach was beginning to lose the appeal it held when he first arrived. As a colt, the mares there had cared for him, to a degree. He was welcome there. Now that he was growing older, however, their attitude had changed to one of distrust. Whilst he was still relatively young, he was more of a potential threat than he had been a few months ago. It wouldn't be long before he would need to move on, or else be forced away by the mares on the beaches.
Ambling through the branches gave him relief from the sun and the flies that pestered him. His tail was woefully short; too short to effectively chase the flies away when they landed on his haunches. The length of his tail left him looking younger than he was - he was otherwise fairly handsome: a coat the colour of red earth, dashed with white and brown, and eyes a pale enough blue to be striking against his russet pelt. He looked fairer than a stallion perhaps should; he always had retained the look more of a young mare than a stag, but it hardly bothered him. There were far more interesting things in life to worry about than how one was built.
The path he walked was quiet - gently inclining upwards, and he was somewhat disappointed. There were usually other horses around, and if not, at least some deer or other critters he could occupy himself with. He could smell other equines, distantly, but didn't have the motivation to search for them, not in this exhausting heat. Eventually, he found himself nearing the forest's edge, and drew to a halt. Even with no branches blocking his view, he could see no sign of life besides himself. Drawing a soft sigh, he prepared to turn and walk home - surely, the journey would take so long that it would be cool enough on the beach once more by the time he returned there. As he moved to step back into the shade of the trees, however, a grey shape caught his attention; a horse trotting up the hillside, through the thick grasses and rocky earth, until they mounted the peak and stood, overlooking the view that clearly awaited them on the other side. Ears perking, Fiore prickled with excitement, beginning to move toward the stranger - it had been such a long time since he'd seen anybody outside of the beach, let alone somebody in as isolated a place as this seemed to be. Taking strides as long as his lanky legs would allow, he hurried up the hillside. It was quite a climb, especially for one as young and untried as the appaloosa colt, but his determination burnt though the ache in his limbs until he neared the peak of the hill. Slightly breathless, he spoke with a grin, voice soft and bright.
"Hello, there! I never expected to see anybody else here. Haven't seen anybody besides you, so far." He paused to draw a breath, dropping his head tiredly."Huh, that's quite a climb. How'd you make it so easily? I never could."
Peering over the hill's edge, Fiore gasped and crowded as close as he could get before hitting the hill's decline. The view was unlike anything he'd seen before, and his childish joy grew just from looking at it. Finally, he spared a glance towards the other horse - a silvery mare, with a delicate, pretty face and graceful limbs. Fiore looked at her for only a moment before averting his gaze with a friendly smile. He was, by nature, a friendly creature. He craved attention and companionship, and, unfortunately, tended to incite irritation in those he chose to be his companions. Flicking his tail ineffectually at the flies on his back, he spoke once more.
"I'm Fiore, it's good to meet you."
|ooc| 732 this is really awful, I'm sorry >< hopefully once I'm used to writing him a little more I'll be able to improve~ also he's super annoying so it's fine if she wants to be a little mean to him!
The first acknowledgment she gave of the other's presence was a mere flicker of one ear, her eyes still too distracted in her own musings to really focus on other insignificant sights and sounds. Just listening, however, told her all she needed to know about the one who had interrupted her solitude. His hoofsteps were rushed, eager even, as he mounted the same rise that she stood upon, and the voice that greeted her with all the naïve enthusiasm of a youngster could not have belonged to any stallion over the age of two. Silently, she stood as impassive as a wall of ice as his torrent of words seemed to slip right off of her without effect, and her proud, haughty posture didn't so much as flinch throughout his whole introduction. When at last she did move beyond that initial flick of the ear, she turned only her head to look at him, her elegant crown turning unhurriedly atop her serpentine boa to fix him with a cool violet stare. "Do you always talk so much?" she asked candidly, velveteen tones sweet, hardly even irritated, but with a hint of steel. Openly she studied him, critical eyes taking in his spotted roan hide, friendly countenance, and youthful appearance in one sweep over his frame. He seemed a happy sort of fellow, open and unreserved in his speech and thoughts, but unfortunately Grimm was not the same. Her mind, not nearly as innocent and gentle as his, craved challenges and aspired to greatness rather than the attention of friends, and his type bored her easily. At the same time, however, until something more exciting showed up, this little slip of a boy would have to do to occupy her.
Without warning her icy mien broke into a charming and exquisitely lovely smile, the transition taking place as fluidly and effortlessly as one would blink an eye. The effect was beautiful, but no less eerie and unsettling for it, as she tore through the boundary between mockery and sincerity without so much as blinking. "If you must know, I flew up here as a bird does," she said sweetly, keeping her face and voice perfectly straight despite the sarcasm in her words. "And if you don't want to be mocked, don't point out the obvious. I'm Grimoire, by the way; such a pleasure to be talking to you." Offhandedly she turned back to surveying the land of Sayalegar, as though having temporarily forgotten that she even had company. Briefly she considered the possibility that he would run away butthurt and offended, but ultimately found that she didn't much care whether he did or not. In case he stuck around, though, she continued on, "What are you doing here, Fiore?"
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Fiore kind of meh, but alright complete 458 Sorry for the wait! Also, Fiore's gonna get treated to some serious sarcassing for a while x3
