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Post by Kaybutts on Oct 28, 2015 16:14:53 GMT -6
A Partner in Crime
Kaybutts' Valencia & impassioned-dreams' Velox An unexpected meeting occurs during the early hours of one morning in the Drakefire Wood of Eithne; two Vagabond thieves cross paths with one another, but will they end up partners in crime...
Or will it be nothing but a waste of time?
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Post by Kaybutts on Oct 28, 2015 16:37:51 GMT -6
It was dawn; the sky was a puzzle of periwinkle hues that peeked through the treetops in the Drakefire Wood, birds just beginning to sing their morning calls. The sun was just shy of breaking the horizon, and a veil of blue shadow cast its gloom over the land. Her petite hooves stepped carefully in the rich soil and moss, weaving between the towering trees. Valencia knew the shrine of Alya was hidden deep in this forest; it was yet another mark of the world she wished to see.
A pair of pale eyes were always open, and the pintaloosa mare's ears stood at attention constantly. Though for a moment she stopped and stood frozen; there wasn't a single sound around her aside from the occasional chirp of a bird or cricket, so she proceeded to close her eyes, breathing in the cool and refreshing woodland air. Fatigue from her journeying was often healed by a break of silence to clear her head in this hour. Sleep was something of a rare event in her lonely travels, and while in the past it took a great toll on Valencia, her body and mind have adequately adapted with time. Nature was one of the few things that made her still appreciate life, and even a second of peace was one that should not be taken for granted.
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Post by impassioned-dreams on Dec 29, 2015 23:26:11 GMT -6
Velox no longer felt the comforting brush of air against his skin; the novelty of Alya’s shrine had worn off over the years, and yet every year he continued to trek through the mahogany trunks to find himself at a standstill in her presence. A light shiver rippled through his spine, despite the warm drafts that blew through the structure, as he struggled to repress the memories of his youth. His lip curled as if tasting the dry texture of the sands on his tongue as he grimaced with the recollection of his weakness. Not that he was in his prime now, his fatigue was clear in the lines of his face, his lids flickered in an attempt to stay open and his muscles twitched with anticipation and weariness.
At this moment, the only thing he craved was departure from the temple. Once inside, everything was so much harsher, reality rushed back like a tidal wave. Still, rare oasis’s had saved his life as a foal, and for that, he would not forget her. Nonetheless, he left within minutes, his aura of resilience growing with every step he took. It was then that he noticed the mare that stood underneath the emerald canopy above. Barely visible through the dense trunks, he wouldn’t have noticed her presence if it weren’t for her ivory tail, laced between the mossy grounds. He wouldn’t have spoken if her lashes hadn’t fluttered open to reveal a lavender jewel.
Instead he walked to her flank, a hint of a smile playing on his ebony lips, swiftly dipping his head to retrieve a stem of bluebells as he passed through her blind spot. Velvety petals that mirrored her eyes brushed across the rim of his jaw as he cocked a brow and leant against one the towering trees around them.
“I think, you may have dropped something.” He said with a grin.
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Post by Kaybutts on Jan 14, 2016 20:28:43 GMT -6
Her peace was suddenly disturbed by the presence of another; one who was seemingly much like herself -- deathly quiet in his steps. Then he spoke, "I think, you may have dropped something." Clouds of pangare kept his midnight coat from being a mere shadow in the dark, along with white stockings and the almost luminescent sprig of bluebells trapped in his lips.
Valencia simply stared for a moment, observing, as she took a short step back and faced him, "You must be sadly mistaken, I do not steal from nature such a fragile thing." Her expression was stoic, eyes sharp and unmoving from this stranger. The stallion's charming demeanor would not lower her guard, but he was clearly not a suitable target nonetheless. He had a very slick and stealthy air, and she decided it wise not to make any attempts with herself so low on energy. Perhaps nothing more than a flirt and he'll leave me quickly and be on his way..
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Post by impassioned-dreams on Jan 18, 2016 21:01:11 GMT -6
A mask of practiced indifference lingered on her face, quite similar to the one he generally wore. No sense of surprise at his appearance, no smile, nor frown at the sight of his bouquet. She was acting in a play, always scripted in favour of her character. Or so it seemed. He dipped his neck to place the flowers by her hooves, casting a quick glance up at her finely crafted profile, before resurfacing.
“First of all: steal? I would never.” His lip managed a small twitch before he resumed, a single brow arching in question. “And fragile? I will warn you now, bluebell sap can be quite the opposite. I myself don’t have a mane, but I can’t image the terror of the fluid in your lovely locks.”
He paused, following her lead, meeting her eye. Albeit, her frame was a fair bit more petite than his. She was interesting, he decided, she was complicated. She held a wealth of potential, a pretty face and a talent for acting (or maybe just a dislike for him), hopefully, she kept a few more cards hidden up her sleeve.
He gave a soft nod towards the bluebells, somewhat messily, laid out before her.
“Now, would you be so kind as to accept my gift?”
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