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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Dec 23, 2015 11:34:21 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
Sven couldn’t help but smirk as his flirtatious words elicited a soft giggle from her. It thrilled him and made him happy to know that his charming and nice words were able to draw out those sorts of emotions. He was sure it probably had a lot to do with his job as an entertainer, but he absolutely adored making others smile and feel special. Of course, he had to be careful normally when he was out not to pay too close of an attention to the mares that seemed to catch his eyes. It was hard for the young stallion to not get close to them… though it wasn’t very hard he supposed when most of them avoided flirty stallions like himself like the plague.
Sven thought for a moment how many times he had tried to talk to mares at the market or at a bar only to receive piercing stares from the horses around him as if they thought they knew what he was up to. He tried his hardest to be a gentleman, only using his words and maybe a few nice gestures to try to woo those around him, but it seemed that the rest of the Talorians thought he was just some kid who had a hard time keeping to himself. It was that part of his herd that drove him insane. It was as if they were trying to take away and make normal feelings toward someone you might want to get closer to forbidden or gross when in all actuality, it was a beautiful thing to be close enough with someone other than yourself that you trusted them with your innermost thoughts and feelings. Sven’s ears flicked back momentarily as he silently scoffed playfully at himself. ‘That’s what happens when you’re a hopeless romantic stuck in the Talori herd. How is anyone supposed to meet anyone here?’ He thought before cracking a small smile. Perhaps Cascade took it upon herself to set up the mortals of her world by simply placing them in situations where a relationship might develop however small it may be.
Sven grinned playfully at Passoa’s words, his eyes flashing in the candle light. “Oh really?~ Maybe I’ll just have to put a spell on you then.” He murmured impishly, glancing down to see the dreamy look on her dark face and returning it with one of his own. “Well, I’m sure I must have wooed at least one god by now after all of the singing I’ve done at their temples, right? Either that or they’re probably sick and tired of hearing me.” Sven joked with a soft chuckle.
His breathe seemed to catch in his throat at their closeness, and his green eyes watched closely as Passoa shifted her head so that their muzzles were gently touching. The feeling sent a shiver down his spine that was soon followed by the intense warmth that he had been feeling since they had started sitting together. A smile pulled up the corners of his lips, and as she gently let out air through her nostrils against him, Sven breathed in her warm breathe before letting out a long, content sigh. His ears swiveled forward at the sound of her soft whisper, but when the words hit his ears, a smile danced across his face as his eyes looked down at her amber orbs. “Well, I’m glad that you found something to distract you while the storm passed.” Sven felt a shiver run down his spine again when Passoa gently nudged her soft muzzle against his. It was a strange, unfamiliar feeling to be this close to someone, let alone a mare, but rather than feeling odd or disgusted like the rest of Talorians would like him to be, Sven was rather content and happy sharing such close space with the mare beside him.
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 1, 2016 13:28:48 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
She watched the little flames from the candles dance in the reflection of his green eyes. She knew she was probably staring him in the eye for a second too long, but she couldn't mind. She loved looking into his eyes, They were like the swallow lakes hidden in the jungle, that revealed so much more than the refreshment it could offer you especially in the months of heath. Normally a horse's eyes were a guidance for her, a way to read them, a way to play them, but here she was finally enjoying the look of a pair of them. She smiled as she looked away, letting her gaze wander off through his small house. It was a cozy one - much cozier than hers would probably ever get. But even though it was stone-y, and even though it could feel cold during lonely nights, it was her home. Just like this was his.
She giggled again at his words, softly, as she looked at him from the corner of her eyes. "If you sang to me like you sing to them, I'm pretty sure you wooed at least one of them," she smiled, looking back at the candles. "Just like you wooed me," she followed, her words softer, a touch of truth lingering in them. She couldn't see a criminal in him, so he surely would fall into favor with any god that watched down upon them from up there. He was probably a little too flirty to theTalori's likings, but maybe that was just because she pulled that up in him, or because they were in the privateness of his home. No one could see them here, nor could others now of what played off inside the safety of this four walls. Knowing that made her feel more comfortable, knowing could put their sticky noses in their business; no matter of what that business contained.
As she watched him from so close towards him, feeling his, for a moment, slightly irregular breath against her skin. It was intriguing to see and feel his body react on hers; knowing hers reacted on his just the same. It was some sort of click, some sort of chemistry she could feel develop in her stomach. And that after just meeting him. She didn't really live by the Gods, and barely believed in them, but this kind of meetings had to be the hand of someone. She softly smiled at his words, as she gazed up at his forest green eyes. She softly chuckled at her words as she softly against his pink muzzle again for just a moment. "On someone," she correct him softly. "And I really am enjoying the company of that someone," she spoke playfully, a twinkle dancing in her golden eyes. "All because you were so kind to let me in during such a stormy night," she couldn't thank him enough for that - especially now that he came out to be such a nice stallion. "And because I was stupid enough to be out there in the middle of the night," she continued more softly. She was a little more honest than she felt confident about, but she felt like she drove upon a cloud - together with him. She nestled closer against him, enjoying his body warmth and the closeness that made her gut glow with heath
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 1, 2016 15:07:29 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
He grinned in content, feeling his heart settle from the more rapid pace it had picked up while he had been singing. It had been awhile since he had felt that exhilarated by a performance. Not that it was a bad thing though; Sven quite liked the feeling actually. It made him feel alive and reminded him of when he was first starting out as a entertainer and why he had even chosen this profession when he could have been a profitable Agriculturist. Sven couldn't help but notice Passoa's lingering stare despite his memories slightly distracting him. Her amber eyes glistened in the dim lighting, and her dark pelt made them seem even more piercing to him as if she could put him under some sort of spell and get whatever she desired from him. Not that he wouldn't oblige to any requests that she might have though.
His olive green eyes remained focused on her even though her gaze had long since lingered back to her surroundings and the candles in front of them. A soft chuckle escaped him at her words. Maybe that would be how he received his blessing if he ever did get one: wooing one of the gods with a song. Or perhaps one of them would just get fed up with his insistent singing and give him one to shut him up for a little while. Passoa's next statement was in a much quieter tone, barely audible to the point that if they weren't sitting so close he might have missed it. "Well now I know that I have at least one fan of my music~" Sven said playfully, winking in her direction before a slightly more serious expression crossed his face. "I'm really glad that I was able to woo you." He muttered in a soft tone, flashing her a charming smile before glancing away toward the dancing light of a candle. It was slightly hard to tell if she was trying to go somewhere with her words or if she were simply letting him know that his attempts to woo her were not in vain. Either way though, it was nice to finally not have to hide that flirty part of himself that their herd seemed to frown on so strongly. It was like he could actually be himself around Passoa even if he had only just met her.
Sven sat silently for a moment, relishing in the closeness of their bodies and the scent of pine needles on her pelt. He might have just really began to get to know the mare beside him, but for some reason, he already felt as though he could trust her. His parents would probably think his trustfulness with strangers was a flaw, but it was part of the reason he was so good at his job and got to meet so many different horses. The friendlier and more open you were with others, the more friendly and open others will be to you, or at least that was what Sven had experienced so far in life. His ears turned back toward Passoa when she spoke up above his thoughts, and he glanced over toward her out of the corner of his eye. A smile spread across his face at her correction, a smile that grew wider as she continued. "Well, from what I've learned so far in life, sometimes stupidity can lead to opportunity." Sven said in a half-joking tone. That was basically his mantra after all, and it has held through for these 18 years he has been alive. "Plus, it wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me to just shut you out in the middle of a storm... though I suppose I could have just tossed you a blanket and had you sleep on the front porch." The young stallion joked, casting her an impish smirk as his eyes danced with mischief. "Maybe I just had a good feeling about letting you come inside~" He let out a soft sigh when she settled down closer to him, resting herself against his body. The warm feeling in his gut returned as he relaxed beside her, nestling in her warmth.
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 2, 2016 12:47:21 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
Their closeness, the slight feeling of safety he gave her by letting her settle so close against him, it made her feel warm, but most of all comfortable. It made her eye lids heavy, but she enjoyed his company too much to fall asleep - even though the thought about it was pleasant. Finally having a full night of sleep again, not lingering in the shadows of the night like the criminal she actually was. She didn't see her that way, but she knew others had labeled her like that. She wasn't a slave trader, she didn't harm anyone, physically. She was not the Rogue-type to manage everything with anger, or violence. She was the seductive one, the one that used smooth talk and the winking of her dark lashes to get past the guardians and border-patrol. She might have chosen not exactly the right path - that didn't make her a criminal, in her eyes. She couldn't exactly speak for the others, who look at her with the begrudged looks on their faces, as if she was nothing more than filth, nothing more than a cockroach crawling beneath their pretty hooves.
She softly snorted, twitching her nostrils, thinking about how some of them had treated her throughout the years. No wonder she'd become a criminal. Looking back up at him one of the corner of her lips curled up in a light smile. He didn't see her that way. In his eyes she was an average mare, a mare no other than the other ones that wandered the lands of Aquore. It was a nice touch to be finally seen as normal, instead to be seen in a bad light of being different. She felt so normal at his side. But how long could she keep that act alive?
The winking of his olive green eyes made a smile cross her small framed face again. His soft words that followed stroke her ears like a whisper, sending a shiver down her spine. His voice was not only pretty when he sang, but also when he reached such soft tones like that. She felt some sort of bashfulness flutter in her stomach, but she ignored it, turning her ears sideways for a moment. That he pushed some buttons on her was something she'd somewhat liked to keep to herself.
She couldn't help but grin when he called it stupidity to let someone in at night. That was right on spot because beside stupidity you could only call it gentle. And that he certainly was - a gentlemen. Maybe he was a bit naive - she couldn't deny that. But how old could he be? He probably wasn't much older than she was; how much trouble had he seen in his life? He mentioned his parents had a farm, which probably would've been a safe haven for him as a kid. She'd always been slightly jealous of the farmers out there, having their own piece of land where they could keep completely to themselves. Apart from of course selling their stuff to make a profit; to make a living. It probably wasn't much, but it was something, even though it was a life of hard working.
Looking up at his olive green eyes she smiled, a playful twinkle in her golden ones. ''Opportunity? What were you thinking off? You had anything in mind, spellmaster?'' she giggled, her tone playfully and slightly challenging. She knew he probably didn't mean to put it so literally, but she liked taking the freedom to pick it up that way. Passoa couldn't really read him. Was he playing a game with her? Or was this just him and wasn't it something special he was doing? She couldn't really make out where he was going, where this was going... Or where she was going. Maybe they both had no idea, bit what she did know was that she liked where-ever this was going.
She laughed, her golden eyes focussed on his, looking up to him from under her curly forelock that hung past her face. She made a pouty face, trying to look a little sad, but her eyes betrayed her. ''You'd leave me on the porch?'' She couldn't help but grin, but she hid her face by laying it against his neck. ''You're a bad liar,'' she murmured without looking up at him, smiling as she sniffed up the coconut smell from his coat.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 2, 2016 19:34:05 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
The chestnut stallion glanced back in Passoa's direction, flashing her a playful smirk at her daring question. In all actuality, he wasn't very sure where the two of them were headed. It was all a very open ended mystery, and one that he hoped to unravel one way or another. It was actually really nice being a bit clueless to what was happening between you and another horse rather than the usual monotonous talk that he normal received around town. Of course, occasionally he had an interesting conversation here and there, and Sven was quick to try to befriend those horses, but it seemed every time that he tried talking to someone, he had to pretend to be someone else or at least hide part of himself from the rest of the world. He was a little worried that his words would get him a nice kick to the face like it would have if he had said it to any other mare, but when Passoa giggled and flashed him a bright smile, he breathed out a small sigh of relief. "I'm not entirely sure to be honest. Most of the time I can kind of tell where a conversation is going, but you're quite the mystery, Passoa. I'm really enjoying that though." He said in a soft, friendly tone, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Perhaps the opportunity has yet to be found by either of us, or maybe you've discovered something?" Sven murmured, his green eyes twinkling with impishness as he studied her face. Did she have any idea where they were going with this? They both might be flirtatious with their comments and actions, but did she think that they were going to be anything more than friends? Sven had to admit that he couldn't ignore how comfortable he felt around her. This didn't feel like any of the dates that his mother had set him up with when he was younger with well-off mares from other agriculturist families. This felt much more relaxed and free, and that was something that Sven enjoyed. That was the kind of life that he had wanted all along after all. That was the reason why he had left becoming a farmer like his parents and their parents before them. He wished to be as free as he possibly could in this world and live how he wanted. It didn't hurt the situation that Passoa was certainly beautiful as well~ So much so that Sven would probably be quite dazzled if he saw her wandering around town during the day.
When his attention returned to the curly-haired mare beside him, his heart skipped a beat at the sad look on her face as she puckered out her lower lip. If it weren't for the playful glint that remained in her eyes, Sven would have bought her little act. He laughed heartily as Passoa hid her face against his neck, probably masking a grin of her own. "Lying isn't exactly one of my strong suits which I guess could be a good and a bad thing depending on the situation." He joked lightheartedly, remembering all the times as a colt that he had gotten into trouble for things because he hadn't been able to tell a little lie to his parents or whoever was scolding him. Sven looked down at her while she spoke with her head pressed against his neck. The sensation of her warm breath of his short pelt sent a shiver down his spine, and after a split second of hesitation, he rested his chin on her neck, taking in the fresh scent of her curly hair with a deep breath.
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 3, 2016 15:18:38 GMT -6
Passoa | Rogue | Talori
She couldn't help but curl the corner of her lips in a smile hearing he found her to be a mystery. Did that mean she intrigued him? Somewhere she did, probably. It was true though, she was a bit of a mystery - not likely to tell about her profession, or of some of her passions. Not until one unlocked the key that lead truly to her heart, Not many had found that key, and the very few that did had abused it or had decided to leave her after all. She'd come to the point she doubted if one would ever open up that door to her heart ever again, but now that she sat here so cuddled up against him and felt so comfortable at his side, chit chatting about anything that came up, it made her feel like she'd finally ran into the right horse again, instead of running into the wrong characters over and over again. But maybe he was one worth to trust. Maybe he was one worth to love.
Love. How the hell did that come up so fast? She turned her ears as she breathed in his scent, closing her eyes as she did. Her nostrils vibrated, anxiety rushing through her head for just a second. She did like him, for as far as she knew him now, but the feeling of it being something more than just a one-night-crush made her hesitant, made her a bit panicky. What if this did consume her like her first love did? She wasn't the one to love, nor was she one to keep. She wasn't worth the trouble. She'd never been worth the trouble, she had a lifestyle that endangered others and not to forget: a lifestyle that wasn't accepted by the other Talori folk. But didn't she just somewhat conclude he was different? She felt his movement, how he placed his chin upon her neck. She smiled at the touch, it felt as if he was getting more and more comfortable with her so close to him. Maybe he wasn't used to closeness like this. Maybe this was all new to him, just like the feeling of comfort was pretty new to her after all these years of feeling or alone or uncomfortable at the presence of others. She knew closeness - she wasn't a holy virgin, to say politely, but the touches and acts had always been a bit distant. That was maybe why this thing that grew in between them made her feel a bit wary.
''I'm even a mystery to me,'' she softly spoke, her muzzle still close to touch his chestnut coat. That was probably the most truthful thing she'd said during this conversation. It scared her, in a way, but it also made her feel that she could finally come (a little) clean; not too much, because she didn't wanted the possibility of scaring him off... Not now that this was the closest thing to a bit of normal contact she'd had in ages. ''I don't know the direction, but I know I'm liking it so far,'' her soft, warm voice spoke once again as she softly blew air out against his coat. She giggled when she heard his joking words. ''I can imagine that,'' she replied, with a soft chuckle. He didn't exactly seem a liar to her. He'd seem like a guy that was more likely to spill the truth, than lie his way around it. Lies could come in handy, though. Especially at my profession, but she knew damn well that it had more downsides than she'd ever thought. ''I think being a bad liar is a good thing,'' now with a more serious undertone in her voice. ''Lying only leads to misery, one way or another,'' she continued much softer than the words before. She softly stroke his neck, liking the way his skin seemed to react on her touch.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 4, 2016 11:19:40 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
He smirked at the sight of the smile that appeared on her dark muzzle at his words. It was one that seemed to brighten her entire face, sending a sparkle of happiness through her amber eyes. Sven found himself mesmerized by it for a moment. Normally, he wasn't one to fall for someone so quickly. Was that really what was happening? The feeling in the pit of his stomach that seemed to grow with each passing moment? He found himself grow slightly nervous at the thought of it. 'Falling for someone that I hardly even know. I really am a hopeless romantic." The young stallion thought to himself, sighing quietly to let out some of the pent up feelings inside of him. His light green eyes flickered up from the candles to her yellow eyes, seeing what he thought was nervousness before she closed them. What was she thinking that would bring about those emotions? His mind filled with confusion as he tried to work through different thoughts and ideas about what was going on between them. Surely, they weren't falling in love. They had only just met after all, but Sven couldn't deny that he rather enjoyed the feeling of her closeness, her resting against him with her head buried into his neck. The scent of pine needles and flowers was already becoming familiar and comforting to him, and he found himself praying that this wouldn't just be a one-night thing. Maybe they would get to travel together after this and learn more about each other. Maybe he would get the chance to crack whatever mysteries she might have, and maybe he'd get to share a few of his own (though at this point in his life, it seemed that he was quite the open book).
Sven's ears swiveled back toward Passoa as she spoke, her muzzle still close to his pelt. His smile softened at her statement. She was young, though he couldn't say for sure how old she was exactly. He wasn't sure if she meant that she just hadn't found her path in life quite yet or if she really had no clue who she really was, but the idea of not knowing yourself was something that he was familiar with. There was a time that he felt that he would never really be able to be himself, but with the guidance of close friends and his mentor, he was able to overcome the restrictions his parents had put on him and become the horse that he had wanted to be. Of course, there was still plenty that he wanted to do with the rest of his life, but he had been able to find out who he really was. "I'm sure you'll figure yourself out some day." Sven murmured, lifting his chin from her neck to look down at her face with a warm smile. His stomach fluttered at the feeling of her warm breath on his pelt, and her words brought a content grin to his face. "So am I... wherever this is going." He chucked softly, nosing her neck gently. It sounded as though she was speaking from experience when she mentioned that it was a good thing to be a bad liar, and his mind worked at what might make her think that way. Did she have to be a good liar at something perhaps? Sven left the subject as it was. From the sound of her tone, Passoa didn't seem to want to talk about it any more or go into any more detail, and Sven wasn't going to pry into her business. If she wanted to share something with him, she would when she wanted to, and he was perfectly okay with that.
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 4, 2016 15:31:28 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
She noticed it or she thought she did, at least. It was some sort of glance in his eyes that seemed to lid up as she turned her golden eyes on him. Maybe it was just her, maybe she was just tired, or was it just her own reflection of liking him that she saw casting back at her. Every time it did, though, it gave his eyes a whole new dimension. It was as if it let her have a peak inside of him, inside of what he felt underneath his skin and inside his head. She smiled, glancing back at the candles in the middle of the room; they were slowly burning up, dripping down from the sides and onto his floor. He felt like some sort of open book, but one that had a new chapter every time she thought she'd read the ones she'd found. It intrigued her one could be so open, so clear, but yet so interesting and refreshing. He got her attention and that was, on itself, an achievement.
''Maybe I will,'' she softly replied, looking back up at him as she felt him lifting up his chin from her neck. ''But I like being a mystery, so far,'' she smirked looking at his olive green eyes, where the little candle lights danced from one side to another. Even though it made her sometimes a bit lost, or even if sometimes made her a wanderer that had no way to go, she liked the freedom it gave her, and she wouldn't trade in her freedom for anything. Her freedom was what you could say was her most precious belonging. Looking into his olive green eyes with her warm golden ones, she felt the warmth consuming her insides, especially when he moved his muzzle to gently nudge her neck once more. Where she'd been stone cold when she'd been wandering through the crashing rain and thunder, she'd now feel almost too warm. It made her sleepy, drowsy, while she so much enjoyed talking to him. She remembered something, though, that gave her an idea.
She looked at the windows that gave a look to the darkness outside and if she heard it right, the rain had been toned down to only soft, whispering tip-tap on his house's roof. As she shook her neck, the blanket shove off from her shoulders towards her hindquarters. She stood up from the couch, leaving the warm spot she'd been settled in. She turned herself to look at him, shaking her head to make her forelock move out of her golden eyes again. ''You're house was on the beach, right?'' she said with a smirk on her dark muzzle, stretching her neck to give a soft nudge with her muzzle against his. It was a question that wasn't really a question - of course she knew his house was on the beach. One of her many favorite places of all Hireath.
''Have you ever seen the sea close by, at night?'' she said with a challenging undertone in her voice, as she softly swung her tail from side to side, tapping against her hind legs as she did, a smile curling her the corners of her lips up. ''I bet it would be pretty refreshing to take a dive,'' she giggled, as she turned herself again so she could walk towards the front door of his house. Before she did, though, she looked over her shoulder towards him, her golden eyes looking at his olive green ones from under her thick, curly forelock.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 4, 2016 20:04:23 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
Sven grinned at her remark, chuckling softly and nodding his head in agreement. His blonde hair bobbed slightly with him. "Mysteries are definitely intriguing. Something that you get to enjoy while also learning more and more about them." He said softly, gazing into her amber eyes as they looked up at him under her dark lashes. They held so much emotion in them, and yet he couldn't help but feel like she was also holding something back from him. Like she was living some sort of secret life or had a secret part of her past that she didn't want to reveal to him. Both were possible he supposed. Talori wasn't lacking in horses that were on the opposite side of the law: pirates, thieves, bandits. On the outskirts and walking among common individuals, they seemed to appear out of nowhere. Of course, he understood that everyone had to make money somehow, but the lives of innocents shouldn't be taken to do so. Other than that though, Sven had no problem with the lifestyle choices of others as long as they were comfortable and happy with their jobs.
His brows narrowed in confusion when Passoa's head suddenly lifted toward the window and for a moment he thought that something was outside. When she stood and left the warmth of the couch, Sven thought that she was about to leave, and a sigh of relief nearly escaped him when she asked if his house was on the beach. He nodded silently, rising from his spot on the sofa, but a smile pulled up his pink lips at the sight of the smirk painted on her face. "My house is on the beach. What exactly are you thinking of, Passoa?" Sven asked teasingly, flicking his tail around his flank. The rain had surely stopped by now since he couldn't hear it on the roof any longer.
A playful smile appeared on his face at her question, and memories of his many times visiting the beautiful beach flashed through his mind. "I can't say that I've ever seen the ocean up close at night." Sven fibbed, casting her an impish smirk before correcting himself jokingly. "Well... I've seen it at night, but not this late at night. Seeing the ocean is always a different, beautiful experience each time though." The chestnut stallion chuckled softly before the sight of her amber eyes looking up from under her dark, curly hair with a curious, inviting stare forced his legs to follow after her, but not before he quickly blew out the candles on the table. "Why don't we go down there and see if it's as refreshing as you think~" Sven murmured playfully, opening the door for her to exit his house.
The moons that shined down on Hireath had finally come out of their hiding places among the storm clouds and shined brightly down on the world around them. The waves could be heard from his porch, and when he looked down toward the surf, the moons' light reflected off of the water in a dazzling sort of way. The Entertainer grinned in content at the sight and once Passoa had walked out of his house, he began the decent down to the water. "It's gorgeous." He muttered softly, gazing at the shoreline for a moment more before casting his eyes down on the mare beside him.
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 5, 2016 7:22:17 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
She looked at him while he stood up from the couch just like he'd done. Now that they were both standing once more, she felt even smaller than she'd done when they were still sitting on the couch. But she couldn't deny that she liked the feeling of having a tall stallion at her side. It gave her some feeling of safety, even though she -most of the time- could safe herself out perfectly. She grinned at his words. As she looked back into his olive green eyes that warm feeling in her stomach glowed again. ''I'll make sure you'll learn a little more every time we meet,'' she said playfully winking at him, swinging her tail as she set her shortish legs into movement towards the door.
''I think that's a great plan,'' she giggled as she walked towards the door he'd opened up for her. She walked over his porch, her hooves clip-clopping on the wood, before she stepped down onto the sand; a much more familiar feel under her. The world outside his house had completely changed since she'd been inside. From the dark and stormy world where you'd rather not be in, it had changed to the complete opposite. The moon's had made their appearance, shining brightly from their places up in the dark star-filled sky. She stared towards the horizon, where the moon's reflection meet the waving see beneath it. It was absolutely breathtaking and that was what it did for a few seconds, until she saw him appearing at her side again. She smiled when his beautiful voice stroke her curly ears once more, looking up at him. ''It is. I think I'll have to come back on the question you asked earlier-,'' she said with a soft smile on her dark muzzle, a glance of happiness in her eyes. It had been so long ago she'd felt so into place like she did now. She moved her small framed head sideways, stroking it alongside his neck, her curly tail still swinging from side to side, sometimes softly stroking his hocks as it did.
''I think it's at least a tie,'' she continued, gazing back towards the horizon, to the two moons that stood in line. ''This has to be one of the most beautiful places in all of Hireath,'' she softly said a smile painted on her dark muzzle. She kept quiet for a little while, just staring at the horizon, enjoying his company at her side, before it seemed as if she snapped out of that dreamy state again and almost danced a few steps forward towards the sea, looking back over her shoulder towards him. It was only now that she noticed the necklace he wore around his neck. The same neckless the Cleric always told her to wear when she was younger (until she'd lost the thing for the fifth time and the Cleric was just done with getting another one for her to wear).
''You coming?'' she giggled, before she stepped until the foamy water crawled up towards her hooves. She loved the feeling of the cold sea water against her skin, but she made a short stop when the sea touched her knees, lowering her head to sniffle the salty scent that came from the water. Oh, how she loved the sea. Or any other water - for that matter. She loved dwelling into it, letting her mane and tail get lifted and float upon the surface.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 5, 2016 13:49:39 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
Sven grinned at her playful wink as she walked toward the front door. He noticed how much taller he was than her now that the two of them were both on their hooves, and the fact brought a crooked smile to his face. It was nice being taller than someone, and he found himself feeling more protective over the little mare now that he knew how much bigger than her. He guessed that Passoa was probably pretty good at protecting herself though. "I look forward to it~" He murmured impishly, pulling his lips up in a smirk.
As he came to her side, his hooves landed on the soft sand of the beach. The moons' light reflected on the world around them, creating a mystical, blue-hued realm. It was absolutely beautiful and amazing now that the storm had passed, and he prayed to Cascade that the rain would hold off a little longer this time before it rained again. After all, all of these rainy days were starting to get quite boring for everyone it seemed. Sven smiled in content as he walked beside her down toward the water, the gentle lapping of the waves reaching his ears all the way from his porch. His ears twitched at the sound of her soft voice speaking up to him, and a grin pulled up the corners of his lips. Sven's head turned downwards at the feeling of her soft muzzle rubbing against his neck and her long, curly hair drifting over his legs in the ocean breeze. "I have to agree with that. The beach has to be one of my favorite places to be. It's always beautiful." Sven said dreamily, turning his green eyes from the ocean toward the dark mare beside him. The moonlight in her mane and on her pelt made her dapples seem brighter, illuminating her entire being as if she were some sort of sea goddess herself.
Sven's brows rose in surprise at Passoa's dancing movements toward the sea after their silent standing for those few minutes, but he was quick to recover, flashing her a charming smile before trotted after her. "Of course, I'm coming. Do you even need to ask?~" He asked jokingly, feeling the water splash up with his hooves as he trotted through the ankle deep water. The sea-foam from the waves washed around his legs until he got further out to where the cold, salty water reached his chest. Sven paused, relishing the feeling of the salty water working its way into his pelt and skin. A cheerful smile spread across his face as he turned back to face Passoa, turning his back on the incoming waves. "Are you feeling refreshed and rejuvenated?" Sven questioned playfully, walking a little closer in her direction.
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 5, 2016 15:13:34 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
As he looked down on her with his olive green eyes -that by the touch of the blue light from the moon and starry night sky seemed almost sea-green- she couldn't help but feel mesmerized by the dreamy look on his face. It was when he came back into movement that she snapped out of that dreamy state and with a smile drawn on her dark muzzle she followed his movements. His blonde hear tugged onto his neck, dancing behind as he made his way deeper into the sea's waving water. She smiled as she herself set some steps deeper into the water, moving her muzzle just above the water's surface as she did.
The feeling of the water that enclosed her legs felt so relaxing, making her feel even more comfortable. She'd spend so much time bathing herself in the shallow lakes, in the rivers, or in the sea like this. After a day of working on the filthy black market with shaggy figures, or after a day of wandering through the forests, or the muddy paths through the jungle, she always longed for the dwelling she did in the waters she traveled by. For some it was only a source to drink for, for her it was so much more. It was a way of relaxing, after stressful situations. It was a way of forgetting everything that happened outside of her little safe haven of a cave she called home. She remembered the last time she saw a few young horses wandering around the Isles of the Dead, how she heard their conversation of how they wanted to become a Rogue, because oh how sweet that freedom would be. But how much did it cost? That, they did not now.
She closed her eyes for a moment as she felt the waves softly tugging on her long curly tail. It was so silent and peaceful outside; even the seagulls seemed to be sleeping. She smiled as she heard his melodic voice asking her a playful question. She lifted her head and softly moved her body deeper into the sea, towards him. The waves came a little higher every time she did; covering her legs, than waving against the underside of her belly, till it touched the underside of her neck; the space in between them closed down to what was only two, three steps maybe. She shook her neck, trying to replace her mane, but it got even more messier than it already was; the underside of her thick braid hanging into the waves, the bright red-pinkish seashell firmly connected against the braid. ''That's what the sea can do,'' she answered his questions with a smirk on her dark muzzle.''Do I look rejuvenated to you?'' she returned the question to him, a playful but happy glance in her golden eyes, the moons reflecting in them as she looked up towards him from under her thick, dark lashes.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 7, 2016 9:02:48 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
Sven relished in the feeling of the cool water around his legs as he splashed around in the shallow water that the waves brought with them each time they crashed on the shore. It was relaxing to feel the salt water work away at any soreness or tiredness that his body might have been feeling. He had to admit that the ocean was probably by far one of his favorite places to be. It didn't matter if it was raining or sunny; he would always choose the beach and the beautiful sight that was the ocean. It was times like these that reminded him of how much he loved and missed the gentle touch of water on his pelt whenever he was traveling or didn't have the time to stop by the sea for a dip in its water. It would not be long before he would travel again to some city or town to perform his music in hopes to earn a bit of pocket change for food or something else for his house, but he promised himself now that he wouldn't stay away from this place or some other body of water this time. Plus, between towns, it might do him some good to relax in a nice pool or drop by the sea if he had the chance.
He watched as Passoa lifted her muzzle from the salty water and began walking further into the ocean, closer and closer toward him. The peacefulness and beauty of the moment was enough to perhaps write a song about sometime: a song about a pretty mare by the ocean capturing your heart. It probably wouldn't make it to any stages, especially not in any cities of Aquore, but it would be fun to write a song to have just for himself. Sven shook out his pelt, his wet mane sticking to his neck wherever it landed. He noticed Passoa's own hair becoming quite the curly mess each time she shook out her mane to try to fix it a little, only to shift the seashell in her hair slightly. Sven chuckled slightly, noticing how high the water reached on her where the water only lapped at his chest. At her question, his ears perked up as his green eyes wandered over what part of her showed above the water before locking onto her amber eyes that were illuminated by the moons' glow with a smirk. Part of him wanted to just outright tell her that he thought that she was beautiful, more beautiful than the ocean or any of other thing he had seen, but he didn't want to scare her off. After all, it was one thing to be flirty with each other, and it was another to tell someone that they were gorgeous. "You look more than rejuvenated to me." Sven muttered above the sound of the waves. His tone was playful though it held a bit of sincerity to it.
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 8, 2016 12:31:06 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
How long had it been? How many days, weeks, months ago had it been she had last touched the sea's water to subside in it's depths? She had been way too busy lately... Running from town to city, stuff backpacked upon her back to run chore after chore. She was her own boss, but still it was stressful and heavy. The only thing that kept her going was her freedom. The freedom that let her wander through the woods, creating her own path and going her own way. The freedom that let her explore new lands she'd never been to before, let her meet new horses and sometimes, sometimes even make new friends. Sometimes she asked herself if this was what she wanted to do for the rest of her life, but than another time she wandered through the streets of Inaria knowing that wasn't were she belonged. She felt torn apart between the two; as if she had no choice to make but one.
The ocean... She sighed in content, feeling how her tail swirled in the waves that softly purled by them, her golden eyes staring into his. Now that her own mind finally settled down a bit, she noticed that his was pondering quite a bit. She slightly turned her head a bit sideways as she looked at the warm, sea green colors of his eyes. She couldn't really think of anything that could be bothering his mind right now, but who knew - maybe it weren't even bad things fiddling with his thinking.
His warm voice stroke her ears with something that would've let her cheeks glow if they could. It was a bit playful, just like her words had been a few seconds ago, yet it was the way he brought it that made it sound more sincere, a whisper delivered by the wind that drove upon the waves. She couldn't help but smile a bit shyly, setting one step closer towards him, so she was close enough to touch. She stretched her neck, her thick curls hanging over it, her coat furled like she had just been blow-dried. She giggled, softly giving his muzzle a nudge with hers. ''You're sweet,'' she said so soft it could've almost been a whisper. She stared in his eyes for a second, before looking up to the beautiful sky above them. She never spend too much attention to the sky when she traveled through the lands, but now that she did and had the time for it, spending time underneath it with someone who turned out to be quite someone special, really gave her the feeling she should, in the future, spend more time noticing it.
She turned her warm eyes back to him, a smile upon her dark muzzle. ''Where you want to travel to, the next time we meet?'' Her voice was warm, a hint of happiness in it; if he just knew how special that was...
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 9, 2016 19:31:15 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
Sven noticed the coyness in her smile after he spoke, and he couldn't hold back the cheerful smile that it brought to his face. It was like a little triumph to be able to bring that sort of emotion out of someone that you liked, and it brought a joy to his heart that only that sort of thing could do. Something about this time felt different though. As an entertainer, Sven lived to bring joy to others and make them smile or feel better, but bringing that shy grin to Passoa's dark muzzle made his stomach flutter with butterflies. He wasn't one to be nervous about much either. His green eyes glanced down at her amber eyes as she stepped closer to him in the ocean water, close enough that he could reach out and touch her. Just as the thought crossed his mind though, Passoa stretched out her neck, and her curly hair cascaded around her neck as she nudged his muzzle with her own with a girlish giggle. His ears twitched at the soft sound of her whisper. A whisper that was so quiet that his ears strained to hear the words that she spoke. A soft smile turned up the corners of his lips, and he dipped his head slightly to gently nudge her nuzzle back. "You're b-" Sven started before hesitating on his words. 'You're beautiful' was about to be what he blurted out, but he withheld that statement with a soft chuckle at himself. "You're pretty nice yourself." He muttered back, smiling in content as Passoa turned her eyes to the sky above them. While her gaze was focused on the stars, Sven studied her face: the snip of white that led to a little bit of pink on her muzzle, how her pelt was darker around her eyes before it lightened slightly further down her face.
He studied her features until he saw her turn back to him, and Sven quickly glanced upwards toward the stars and the moons as if he had been watching with her. The chestnut stallion grinned at her question, hearing the warmth and happiness in it. So he would be getting another chance to see her and travel with her at that! "Hmmm, excellent question. Inaria and Kiephis are normally pretty crowded, and it wouldn't exactly be very fun trying to navigate around all those horses." Sven thought out loud, turning his eyes back to Passoa. "Where would you like to go? I'm open to travel anywhere you'd like." He said, offering her a charming smile.
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 13, 2016 5:44:06 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
Her ears swiveled around and back forward towards him when she heard his voice. Her slightly wet curly forelock felt heavy on her head, the curls dazzling around her face, making their way around her golden eyes, droplets of the sea's water falling down from her curls. Her golden gaze fixated on his green ones as he spoke. He stopped just after the first words and as he did so she slightly turned her head awry for a moment, a questioning look on her slightly short face as she looked at him. It didn't took him long to continue though - and it again brought a smile to her muzzle.
She'd spend so much time in the water. Not only in the sea, but in other places too. Shallow places, where one would only be fetlock-deep into the water, but also in places where she had to swim to keep her head above the surface. During the night, but also during the daylight; or just at the moment the sun was setting down. But never had it felt like this. Never had it been so beautiful as it was now. And now that she kicked her logics in, she couldn't understand why. She'd seen the two moons before; she was practically born under them; they were the very first things she saw in life and yet she'd never seen them like this. The only thing that was different, was he.
She tried to figure it out, but to be completely honest, she was kinda new to this. She was never the one to make friends. As a young filly she always fell by the wayside, never had any friends to fall back on, and never had any guidance to show her the right way. When she doubted, she always made a run for it, making her way into nature, or just going her own way, ignoring the others; it was the simplest thing to do. That never changed when she grew up. She was a bit naive as a teenager, thinking that the Isles were different from Aquore itself, but they weren't. And the horses that lived on it were even more imitative than they were on the mainland. Friends she never had and the contact she made with others was usually a set up piece of theater. Where this wasn't.
As the thoughts pondered through she looked back from the sky to him and just when her golden eyes seemed to have found him, he turned his gaze towards the sky. She turned her ears in doubt for a moment, but grabbed the opportunity to look at him now that he wasn't watching back at her. His strong jawline, the stripe of white reaching up from his pink muzzle to his one white ear, and his blonde hair all on top of it. How could someone like him still be without marriage? Wasn't that a thing, here on the mainland? The thought of it made her feel a bit dolorous for a moment. The feeling consuming her stomach for a moment bemused her, but she didn't have time to think it over as he looked back down to her. He and his beautiful, olive green eyes.
On her playful but truthful question indeed lingered something more than just curiosity. She would love to meet up with him again, in the future. He had some sort of effect on her, made her feel special and for once normal at the same time. But maybe that was just what Entertainers could do to you.
She smiled at his words, couldn't help but find it adorable that he thought they would be staying here, in Aquore. She couldn't wait to take him to places he'd never been before, to experience things with him he'd never done before. ''That - and I don't particularly like large crowds,'' she said, with a bit of a shy and guilty glance in her golden eyes. ''Where I would go?'' She repeated him, a smile forming on her dark muzzle once more. ''I would love to show you places you've never been before. I would love to see the look on your face when we walk through the Valley of Melodies, or travel to the higher districts of Valore,'' there was a certain passion laying in the undertone of her voice. Maybe that was it; maybe that was what kept her as a Rogue; travel. ''It's so beautiful out there, you have to see,'' she said, her voice a lot softer once more.
[Word Count: 757 | Post 23][I'm sorry it took so long, I've been sick for a couple of days and my mind just wouldn't work ;-;]
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 16, 2016 13:30:02 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
He caught the questioning look on her face when he paused in his speech. He had had the feeling that Passoa would be sharp enough to catch his little stumble, but for some reason, he wasn't exactly embarrassed by it at all. In fact, he probably would have been totally okay with her asking him what he was about to say, but when she turned her dark muzzle back toward the open ocean, Sven left that train of thought. Now would not be the time to confess any feelings that might be brewing inside of him. They had only just met, even if they were comfortable around one another, and Sven couldn't help but have the feeling that Passoa wasn't telling him the entire truth about herself. Surely, she wasn't up to any funny business where others might possibly get hurt in the process. It didn't seem like she was that kind of horse who would endanger someone else's life to make a few coins. He did get the vibe that Passoa had been through a lot in however many years she had been roaming these lands, but Sven had met plenty of horses in his travels with a sorrowful tale to tell. That didn't mean that she was bad, if anything, it kind of made him want to get to know her more- to be there for her if she needed him to be.
Sven turned his gaze toward her bright, amber eyes when she spoke, something about her expression hinting that she knew something that he didn't. A playful smile pulled up the corners of his pink lips at the thought of the mystery that her gaze entailed. When she answered his question, he could hear the excitement and passion in her tone and a little twinkle in her eyes when she spoke of taking him to places he had never been before. He felt a jolt of excitement at the idea of going to unknown places that he probably couldn't even imagine their beauty. "That sounds really incredible." Sven said dreamily, remembering all the tales he had heard of far away places and different lands that made up Hireath. Visiting them would be really amazing to him that was for sure, but how would they get there? Travel wasn't exactly very common between the herds most of the time, and Talorians weren't supposed to leave Aquore unless they had official work outside of Aquore's borders. "It's always been a dream of mine to visit other places, see the world and whatnot. I'm assuming that you have someone up your sleeve with a boat or someway to get us somewhere." Sven murmured jokingly, giving her a charming grin before nudging her shoulder playfully. "I'm sure we can figure out some way to travel to a place of your choice. I'm always up for an adventure- wherever it takes us to."
The young stallion felt himself growing more and more excited about this journey, and to him, it didn't really matter where she chose to show him. There were so many places that he hadn't seen yet, and it all sounded like a really amazing experience. It was also a plus that he would get a chance to travel with a beautiful mare such as Passoa. Where others would be freaking out over how in the world they were going to get off of Aquore, Sven was quite mellow and relaxed. He knew that things would work out for them to be able to do this, even if there were a few kinks in the road here and there, and he wasn't about to waste any energy worrying about problems that might not even happen along the way. "So, Passoa," Sven started, his voice lingering on the sound of her name for a moment before continuing, "Where would you like to go when we meet again?"
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(AW I'm sorry that you weren't feeling very well! ;o; And don't worry about taking your time to reply, hun~ I don't mind waiting at all! <3 I'm glad that you're feeling better! <333)
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 18, 2016 15:05:29 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
She couldn't help but feel fulfillment from the dreamy state that could be read from his face and lingered in his voice. That was exactly what she felt when traveling. Excitement, happiness, the freedom that it gave her. She wanted to give him that feeling too, when they would go traveling together. That he would see things he'd never seen before, experience things he'd never done before. Somehow she got this strange desire to let him experience things like that, and she wanted to be with him when that happened. She wanted to see the happiness on his face, the astonishment that he would feel from all the wonders this world had to offer.
And she wanted to be there with him. A strange feeling washed over her for a moment. It was something she'd not really felt before. Normally she wasn't busy with the future, or what would happen after the here and now, but somehow now she did. She could feel a fluttering in her stomach and she couldn't help but smile a bit shyly. It were his words pulling her back to reality, telling her how it was a dream of his to visit other, new places. She grinned when he mentioned the boat, certainly because that was indeed what she would be doing. There it was again, the fluttering in her stomach, the moment he gently touched her shoulder. It was something she wasn't familiar with, but she could already say she enjoyed it.
''Of course!'' Her voice playful, but again their was a truth lingering in it, a glance of mystery over her golden eyes. ''I have all sorts of someones up my sleeve,'' she giggled before turning her gaze towards the starry sky again, to the two moons that stood aligned in the sky.
While her stomach played with her, so did her head. Something was playing parts on her, occupying her mind where she would rather just focus on the peaceful moment she had with him. But it did come in between, when she was silent for just a second. She felt as if she was lying against him by not telling him the truth, by not opening up to him. But was it lying? Was it something she had to feel bad about? On one hand she did, because she knew that the more she would start to know him, the harder it would get to tell him the truth about herself. But would it be? Maybe when she would start to get to know him, she would be more at ease and maybe it would get easier. It was a feeling of pulling two ends of a rope and not knowing which end would win when you put in your money; or in this case, your feelings. When did she become such a softie?
She breathed out through her nostrils, slightly widening them as she did so. Sometimes she wished she could just put her mind off, not thinking too much. She felt like he had the habit of not overthinking things, as if he had much more peace up in his head. That was something she could maybe learn from him, the more she spend time with him. A smile formed around her lips as he spoke to her, his voice as a melody ringing in the fluff of her ears. Her amber eyes focussed on his, observing his two olive green eyes for a number of seconds. As if she was deeply thinking about her answer, as if she was trying to read him and his mind.
''I would love to take you through the streets of Aodh. The narrow streets with their beautiful, high buildings, the walls covered in lots of ivy, beautiful blooming flowers growing from it, the channels of water running next to the streets. It's one of my favorite places to go,'' she said, a softness in her voice. The more time she spend at his side, the more she seemed to relax, not only physically -because that was not that hard- but most of all mentally.
''I know the horses of Aodh aren't... well... always spoken well off, but there are nice horses out there too. They have a different culture, but it's refreshing to visit there, once in a while. I love the much more free style of living they have there. The Talori could learn from that,'' again that playful tone, and a giggling at the end of her words.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 23, 2016 9:57:35 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
Sven grinned as he cast his green eyes in her direction. It was strange how different he felt around her. So many mixes of feelings and emotions were filling his mind and body that he was surprised that he was even functional right now. He normally wasn't one to fall for someone so quickly (or so hard for that matter). Sven enjoyed the game of flirting, but it normally never led to any sort of feelings like the ones churning inside of him now. He felt the need to be closer to her, feel her soft fur against his and smell her pine-scented pelt. It wasn't just a physical need that was pulling at his gut though. A desire to protect her was almost overwhelming to him as it was something that he had never really felt this strongly for anyone who wasn't part of his family, especially since he got the feeling that trouble sometimes found her during her travels. The scar on her withers was a sign of that. He also couldn't hide his want to show her how truly special she really was with a bit of pampering and soft spoken compliments.
The paint stallion chuckled at her playful words, though he had a feeling that she wasn't just kidding when she said that she had all sorts of horses that she could ask for a little favor. He had to admit that if a beautiful mare like her asked him to do something for her, he probably wouldn't hesitate to help. "I had a feeling that you were pretty resourceful." Sven said teasingly and laughed softly.
A soft smile appeared on his face as Passoa began telling him of the beauty of Aodh. He focused on her face, seeing her eyes light up dreamily at the memories she had of the place, and the mere sight of the happiness on her face was enough to make him happy as well. "It sounds absolutely beautiful." He murmured in a tone that hinted that he wasn't just talking about the city, a spark of playful shining in his eyes. 'You're beautiful too.' Flashed through his mind, though he didn't let the words slip from his mouth. Sven wasn't used to being or wanting to be so close to someone. Talorians were so strict on showing affection in public, and ever since he was little, it had been crammed into his mind that it was wrong to show any tenderness outside of the home. But Sven found himself relaxing more to the idea of it and relished in the thought of spending more time with her and maybe even sharing some couch in the distant lands of Aodh like they had in his own home.
His ears perked up as she continued, and he nodded his head in agreement. "I've heard good and bad things about the horses and lifestyle there. But Talorians are probably pretty harsh on their rather... provocative living. There are bad horses everywhere though. I'm sure the good out weighs the bad there." Sven said impishly, remembering the tales he had heard from his other stallion companions about how free everyone there was with everything that Talori was so strict about. He couldn't even imagine being able to do the things that were so common there in Aodh, but it sent a little jolt of excitement through him at the thought of it. "I do enjoy seeing and experiencing different cultures though. It would be nice to do something different and maybe do some things that would probably get me into a lot of trouble here." He said, wiggling his eyebrows at her playfully. "I agree though. Talori could use some relaxing with some of their beliefs. I feel like it's so easy to step on others toes here with all the rules about things that should be natural and beautiful, not frowned upon and thought of as disgusting." His green eyes wandered over her dark face for a moment as if to gauge her reaction before he grinned again. "Sorry, I'm rambling," he muttered and chuckled softly with a shake of his head that shifted his blonde mane. "I would love to go to Aodh with such a pretty, charming mare like you, Passoa." Sven's tone was flirtatious though it held more truthfulness in it than anything else, but he couldn't help the bit of nervousness (even if nervousness wasn't something that he normally felt) that pulled at his gut as the words fell out of his mouth.
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 24, 2016 14:08:02 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
His green eyes felt mesmerizing as they gazed at her, looking for her amber eyes, to her curly hair and -probably- the scar that ran over her withers. She could feel her stomach flutter up again, a strange, warm feeling consuming her as his gaze rested on her. Normally all she felt as a young, handsome stallion like him looked at her was a feeling of advantage, a feeling of being a full step in front of them when she wanted something from the stallion in question. And at first that feeling she'd felt too when he had looked at her, the first few moments she'd walked into his home. But as the time slowly crawled by, so did those feelings. Now all she felt as she looked at him was the fluttering in her belly, and the warm feeling that slowly blurred her mind. She felt like a shy teenager that got attention from a handsome guy for the very first time.
Where had the tough pony gone, she so many times had been? Where was her attitude, that she normally carried high upon her shoulders? It was gone, all from the look in his beautiful olive green eyes and the feeling it gave her. She casted her eyes down to the sea beneath them; there where the beautiful reflection of the moon got shattered by the waves. The same waves that softly purled up against her chest, stroking aside her hindquarters. The feeling in her gut reminded her of something she'd felt years and years ago, when she was still a filly. She'd been stupid and naive, falling for the first bad boy that tried to win her heart over. She had been an easy one to catch, feeling the fluttering in her stomach taking over her body in seconds. But this, this was different - and it felt like he was not even trying to do so. Slowly her golden gaze wandered back up to his olive green eyes and a smile appeared on her face by his teasing words, a playful glance in her eyes returning the one that casted from his.
She slightly turned her head as he spoke out how beautiful it all sounded, but there was something lingering in his words - a spark in his eyes that told her there hid more in his words than they simply told. A small smile appeared on her dark muzzle. She didn't know what to respond his words, as she did not know what he mend, so she tried to forget about it. Maybe it was just in her head.
The complete expression on her face changed; it seemed to spark up at his words. It was pretty clear that this was really her passion; something she dearly loved in life. Traveling, visiting all the places she so much loved on this world. Her golden gaze followed the expression on his face; the way his lips curled up as he spoke, the way his eyes lid up as he thought of things. She again felt a bit caught by the look in his eyes, but she tried to focus on his words instead; feeling as if she was otherwise to much drawn to him and wouldn't follow what he was telling. Maybe it was the tiredness that she felt in her body, or maybe that was just something he could do to her...
She smiled at his words; her golden eyes shining brightly. She could see where he was coming from, since the two herds differed so much, their way of looking at each other wasn't always as bright. Where the water horses were murderers for their Pegasi-sacrifice once a year, the fire horses were barbaric for their pit fighting slaves in the Crucible. Passoa had her way of viewing things, but she wasn't the one to judge. In her eyes it was a part of their culture, and even though she didn't exactly liked seeing the slaves being bossed around by their not-always-so-kind-masters, but it wasn't her business, so she usually just kept her mouth shut.
''Their culture isn't always as bright, but I always keep to myself with that. I'm not the one to judge,'' she said, flicking her heavy tail through the ocean's water, her eyes still fixated on his painted body. ''I hear ya on the trouble, I can arrange that for you,'' she grinned, a teasing glance over her golden orbs. ''That's my second name, you know,'' she whispered flirtatiously, before she looked away for a second, the sound of overflying seagulls reaching her ears, but than was her attention back to him; just in time to see the honest look in his eyes, and to hear the slightly nervous tone to his voice. She slightly turned her head sideways as she looked at him, feeling how her cheeks heated up at his words. She smirked a bit shyly, setting a step closer to him through the cold sea water. She reached out her muzzle to him, softly touching his cheek to give him a stroke that was supposed to be a kiss. A slight kiss; but it was a kiss still. ''You're not rambling, you're sweet,'' she mentioned softly, as she looked him in his olive green eyes. ''It would be a pleasure to travel with you,'' her voice soft and sweet; so much different from what it sounded like in the beginning of the night.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Feb 1, 2016 21:13:43 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
Sven could feel himself getting lost in her amber eyes. Their brightness only seemed to grow in the eerie light of the moons, and it was hard not to stare into them. They seemed to be as bright as the sun, and he was beginning to feel as if he would be lost without her and her amber eyes staring back at him.
It sounded silly just as the thought entered his mind, but he couldn’t quite deny the feeling in the pit of his stomach and how comfortable and happy he was talking to her. Where in the world was the free-spirited, no-strings-attached stallion that had been sitting in his house alone only hours before? It seemed like that stallion had been replaced by someone who easily fell for someone, letting their heart be on display rather than kept away like he normally did to protect himself until he knew them better. But Sven felt comfortable enough around Passoa to allow her to see a side of himself that he usually reserved to private conversations with close friends, which was a major event in the young stallion’s eyes.
When her head quirked to the side slightly at his hinting tone, he half expected her to catch onto his game but frowned ever so slightly when she turned her attention elsewhere. Was she playing hard to get, or was she just not one for the subtle hints he was trying to drop? Maybe he would need to play a more direct approach and just say what he was thinking if he wanted to tell her his thoughts.
He caught the twinkle that sparkled in her eyes as they continued talking about foreign lands and the different culture that the Aodh practiced. Sven had heard quite a few different stories about the place from others who had either been there or heard about it from someone who had, but it wasn’t quite the same to hear about somewhere as seeing it with your own eyes. There was some sort of magic there with seeing something new and beautiful for the first time that left an imprint on your memories. ‘Maybe like tonight when Passoa showed up on my doorstep…. I really need to stop hanging out with those poets. Hopeless romantics are rubbing off on me.’ He joked silently to himself, casting a smirk in Passoa’s direction at her teasing tone. “Perhaps we could stop by some of the brothels or the pit fights that I hear so much about. I’m sure there is plenty of trouble and mischief to find in a place so large.” He muttered back mischievously. “Passoa Trouble? It has a nice ring to it.” Sven said back in the same hushed, flirtatious voice.
Sven waited anxiously for her reaction to his ramblings about their herd’s lifestyle and the abundance of rules that seemed to put a damper on everything that Sven found pretty fun and enjoyed. It was a relief to see a smirk on her dark face rather than a fierce frown that he would have probably gotten from anyone else. As Passoa moved slightly closer to him in the cool, ocean water, he turned his head slightly to look at her, smiling at the coy smirk that played across her lips. He felt his heart pound in his chest at her closeness, and her scent filled his nose as she gently kissed his cheek. It was a simple brush of her lips across his skin but it was enough to send shivers running down his spine and through the rest of his body. A smile danced across his muzzle at her words as he turned his green eyes down toward her amber ones. “And you’re beautiful.” Sven whispered back, so quiet that it was probably almost inaudible to her. Flirtatious remarks normally fell like water from a faucet out of his mouth, but his tone held more seriousness and sincerity than before. Smiling playfully, the paint stallion nodded his head, feeling the excitement already building up inside of him at the idea of traveling to Aodh with her and seeing and experiencing new things. "I look forward to it. I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun, and I've got to say that I've always wanted to travel to Aodh some day. It's nice to check some things off of my 'bucket list'." He said with a soft chuckle, praying that his previous compliment hadn't come too soon or too suddenly.
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((OOC: Ahhhh I'm so sorry that it took me so long to post here! ;o; The chapter and school has been taking up so much of my time lol))
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Post by fediarwoods on Feb 3, 2016 10:59:19 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
She had fallen for stallions before. Bad ones, most of her time. Her taste of love - her taste of attraction; she always seemed to make the wrong choice. No matter how good their fur smelled, how low and intense their voice was or how they could send shivers down her spine; she knew they were bad for her, but no matter what she fell head over heels for them; temporary, though, because even though she had a heart that so easily fluttered, it became just as easily bored. But this. This... this was different.
He wasn't that time of stallion. And still he pushed her buttons. When his voice, his beautiful voice, stroke her fuzzy curled ears she could feel her heart flutter in her chest; beating so hard she was afraid he could hear it. Minutes felt like they were ticking away in seconds as she stared in his olive green eyes and all that rumbled through her mind was that she wanted to hug him, press her skin against his and never leave his side. He had her captivated, caught in the little twinkles in his eyes. She could feel how the waves that tickled against her belly felt as if they became stronger every time it touched her. Maybe it was the tiredness that pulled at her body; it made her weak. Weakness she usually hated, but now she all she did was feeling the desire to give into it.
The corners of her dark lips curled up in a smirk at his mischievous words, a flirtatious tone to his voice. ''As if you need a brothel to get some lovin','' she grinned as she looked at him sideways from under her thick lashes. Maybe it was a hint, but she herself didn't even knew how she wanted those words to be interpreted. She didn't see him as the kind of guy that had to pay for his desires. He was more the guy that had the girls lined up for him. ''I bet you have them lined up for you,'' she grinned, an immediate regret in her voice for she had spoken it out in the open now. If it was so, was she the one who wanted to no? Not so much, probably. It would only sadden her. She softly shook her head, replacing her curls just as messy as they had hung before.
It was something that she felt as she touched his skin, stroke a soft kiss against his cheek. She could sense a certain nervousness, but she wasn't exactly sure why. Why would he be nervous? Didn't it feel good on his part? Made she feel him that way? Or was it for the same reason as she felt it: where was this going? It made her doubt herself, made her doubt if they were on the same page, or if they were completely misunderstanding each other. Maybe he was married, or engaged, and was she pulling him over a line he didn't want to cross.
But he wasn't that type of guy, was he? A shiver of doubt ran through her body, a uncertain glance in her golden eyes. But when she found his olive green ones back and his whisper, carried by the wind, reached her ears, she felt a warmth consuming her belly, making her cheeks glow. His eyes spoke honesty, sincerity. Something she, for the life she couldn't remember, hadn't ever heard before. With a smile drawn upon her dark muzzle she stared into his green eyes. The feelings inside of her fighting to find some kind of stability didn't even reach the surface. The anxiety, ringing in the back of her mind that she had to get out of here, she couldn't even hear. All she could hear, and all she could see was he and his blonde hair, his strong jaw and his gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous voice. Gods, if he was to whisper again, she could swear she would end up in a puddle - melting together with the salty sea beneath them.
Her gaze had been dreamy for a moment - staring right in front of her without looking, brought off balance for a moment by his words, in a good way. The focus of her golden eyes was brought back to him, a bright twinkle into it as she looked intp his green eyes. She knew in the back of her mind that she had to leave again at some point, but she didn't want to. She fought that thought, for it would ruin the moment she had with him. For this moment she would treasure with him. ''Bucket list?'' she said, a certain fragile honesty in her voice, a happy and curious tone to it. She swiveled her ears around for a moment, she hadn't heard that word before. ''What kind of list is that?'' she said with a soft giggle. ''Doesn't sound like it has brothels and the Crucible written upon it,'' she remarked playfully, as she softly moved her tail around in the waving sea it floated in.
[Word Count: 848 | Post 26] [No need to say sorry!! <3 It's soooo worth the wait!! <3]
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Feb 4, 2016 9:06:20 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
Her laughter was like music to his ears, chiming lightly to the sound of the waves washing up on shore not too far away. It was a brilliant, relaxing sound that drew him in, making him want to be closer to her and draw out her sweet voice and laughter again. It was tremendous the amount of want and desire that burned in the pit of his stomach to be close to her, to smell the scent of pine needles that lingered on her pelt, and to feel her nestled against him like before. What were these strange feelings and emotions pulsing through him? Were they normal? Not to mention the lingering feeling of protectiveness that crept over him whenever she started briefly talking about her job or her past (which, from her avoidance of the subject, made him think that it might be pretty dangerous). He didn't want her to have to risk her safety for whatever job she was doing... but he didn't really have any say in what she did with her life. After all, they had just met.
His heart skipped a beat as she looked up at him from underneath her dark lashes. Her amber eyes glinted with playfulness, and he chuckled softly. She would be surprised by his lack of dates and mates, but he wasn't entirely sure if he would be up for paying someone for love. It wouldn't exactly be the same as the real thing in his eyes. But it wouldn't stop him from having a little fun drinking and such of course. As she continued on, he couldn't hep but notice the slight tinge of sadness in her tone, and his laughter slowly quieted down. "You'd be surprised then. With all the traveling that I do, it's not exactly easy to get a date... and I haven't exactly found anyone that's been worth it in the past." Sven said truthfully, trying to comfort her. He reached over the short distance between them and gently moved some of her curly mane from her eyes before Sven carefully kissed her cheek. It was a soft touch, one so delicate that it could have been mistaken as something else, but as Sven pulled away again, with her scent still dancing in his nostrils, he couldn't help but give her a small smile. The nervousness that had been controlling his actions slowly began disappearing. The closeness and signs of affection that had been drilled into his young mind as dirty and impure were nothing like that at all. They were beautiful and meaningful, and they weren't anything to be afraid of or nervous about.
Sven watched her closely as if trying to memorize her features and the way she held herself at his whispered compliment. He felt excitement and tinge of fear course through him at his own words that normally fell so easily from him. This time his compliment was different for him. Different in a good way, no matter how foreign it seemed to him now. After all the effort he saw his mother go through to make his father notice her, he was one to tell a mare if she looked pretty that day or notice if she was styling her hair slightly different. It was something that he liked to do: make others feel special and noticed. His compliments to Passoa felt different though, like he wasn't just trying to make her feel special, but he was trying to get her to notice him as well. He wanted her to know how she made him feel and how he saw her even if she chose that she just wanted to be friends, but from the dreamy look in her eyes, he had the feeling that she was feeling similarly.
Sven didn't wish to think about how their night would eventually end, and the two of them would drift away from each other, even if only for a short time. It was painful to think about, and he could already feel the sting of loneliness returning. 'Enjoy her while she's here.' He thought to himself just as she spoke- her soft, alluring voice drawing him back to the present. "You've never heard of a Bucket list?" Sven asked jokingly, chuckling softly. "A Bucket list is a list of things that you want to do or see before you die- or y'know, 'kick the bucket'. It sounds kind of morbid now that I think about it." He laughed softly, shaking his head at himself as he turned his gaze out toward the darkness of the ocean in front of them. "What about you? Do you have any wishes or dreams you have that you want to do someday?" Sven asked curiously, turning his light green eyes from the ocean back to her.
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Post by fediarwoods on Feb 4, 2016 14:39:30 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
...he found her beautiful? The words still rang in her ears, the thought still bouncing around in her mind. Casanovas had called her that before, trying to win her over or get something from her. Never had she heard the words like this - so honest, so sincere... so meaningful, instead of just using it as a simple nickname. She felt as if the almost impish smile that decorated her face would never leave her muzzle again. He made her feel so happy, so comfortable, so special... and he was so sweet. She felt like a hopeless romantic, but she loved feeling this way. It was as if he'd changed the world around her... and made it so much better.
His words made her warm golden eyes light up again. She could draw a question mark at why he wasn't in an arranged marriage yet -wasn't that one of those ridiculous Talori traditions?- but she was too happy to even care to why it was so. The smile upon her dark muzzle grew wider, following him with her amber orbs as he slowly drew closer to her. She could feel her skin tingle where he touched it, closing her eyes as he so softly kissed her cheek. So soft it could've been a whisper, so soft it could've been the wind. So soft it send shivers down her spin, making her legs feel weak. As she opened her eyes again there was a dreamy, loving glance in her eyes. It was a side of her not many had seen. She herself couldn't even remember when this side of her had last shown. She usually hid it away. but for him she didn't feel like hiding at all.
She giggled at his words and the following chuckle. ''I guess I've just never met anyone with a bucket list,'' she said with a shrug, the same smile still on her dark muzzle, that kiss of his still lingering on her cheek. Maybe she didn't socialize enough to meet anyone with a bucket list. Or the folk she met on the Isles weren't the ones that held bucket lists... those usually just grabbed what they wanted, instead of waiting and longing for it. Why wait if you could get it with force? She smiled, looking back at him. He was so different than those she'd met before. And the longer she spend with him, the more she felt a knot in her stomach that she had to go back to her normal life. ''Until now,'' she chuckled.
Her mind started pondering again when he asked her if she had any wishes, or dreams. Did she? She'd never really thought about it. She was quiet for a few seconds, thinking about the answer she would give him. All she could think off was one thing, and one thing only: wanting to belong. But that would be pure honesty. More honest than she probably would've ever been to someone. She doubted for a second, but than turned her eyes back up to him. There was a slight hint of uneasiness in her eyes, but the smile was still on her face. ''Well,'' she said, a bit muttered under her breath, looking back up at him and his blonde hair that softly cradled in the salty wind. ''I've always wanted to belong.'' Truly belong to the Talori herd, belong to a family, belong to... someone... but it somehow just never worked out for her. It was a desire she'd given up years ago, but it was still there. Than she remembered something else. ''Snow,'' she suddenly said, a bit more brighter than the words before; maybe she even tried to wash that first answer away. ''I've always wanted to touch snow. Always wanted to feel snow and the cold. It's the opposite of what we have here, another form of water. It always intrigued me. But Onea is so far away... I've never been up there for it's such a long travel,'' she said a bit dreamy. She'd always felt as an outcast with her thick curls and that's how her brain had ended up thinking about the northern climate; but ever since she'd thought about it, she'd wanted to travel up there. It had never came so far, though. ''But maybe I'm just a bit weird,'' she said as she softly giggled. Her answers had probably been weird, but it felt so good to be open to him. She finally could be open to someone. ''What 'bout you?'' she smiled playfully. ''More on your list than the brothel and the Crucible?''
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Feb 5, 2016 10:08:01 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
The twinkle in her eyes and the happy, little smile that appeared on her face was enough to make his heart swell with joy. It was relieving to see that she didn't think that his words had come too soon or come off in the wrong way because he certainly didn't want to scare her off by coming on too strong. It was hard to contain himself though with all of these strange, new, and powerful feelings swirling inside of his head. It was like she had opened up a door for him to a new world were things were so much brighter and better- a place where he could be himself without having to worry about what others thought and, the best part, he was getting to spend this time with her. Sven couldn't get enough of her. Passoa was absolutely stunning both physically and mentally. He loved how confidently she held herself, like she knew that she could conquer the world, but also the girlish, coyness that appeared on her face when he complimented her was enough to make his knees feel like they would give out on him. He could feel how her body reacted to his touch, and as she looked up at him after his soft kiss to her cheek, he returned her loving gaze with an affectionate one of his own.
Sven chuckled, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "I guess they're not as common to have as I thought." He said in a joking tone, casting her a toothy grin. He had figured that others had lists like his own, whether or not they called them bucket lists or not. From his time in the city, he had met and talked to so many horses that had wished they would have fulfilled their dreams or desires only to have lost the opportunity to do so. It had inspired him to make a little list of things he wanted to do in life, so that he didn't miss out or have regrets about not doing things that he wanted to do.
He watched the gears of her mind turn as she searched for an answer to his question. Her expression changed from one of contemplation to a slightly troubled one, and he grew slightly worried that he had accidentally struck a nerve though he kept a smile on his face. When Passoa answered, he could see the slight change in her expression and hear the strain in her voice at her wish, and he felt a pang of sadness strike his heart for her. Before he got a chance to comfort her though, Passoa's eyes lit up a little more and happiness returned to her voice. "Snow?" He repeated back, grinning as she continued on with a dreamy look to her eyes. "I don't think you're weird. I've never seen snow either or any sort of cold weather. I bet it's really nice, even if it is a long way away." Onea was definitely quite a long distance away from the tropics of Aquore, and it would take a lot of time and energy to get all the way up to the northern regions of Hireath. He had to admit that snow would be an interesting experience. He'd never really been cold before, and the thought of frozen water was intriguing now that he thought about it. As his mind drifted back to her earlier statement, his face took on a slightly more serious expression, but a small smile still turned up the corners of his lips. "I hope your dreams do come true, Passoa. Maybe even some of them are closer than you think." He said in a hushed tone, his green eyes glinting in the moonlight as they looked down at her golden orbs.
Sven thought for a moment about what his other aspirations were. Most of them were simple like 'having a family of his own someday' or 'visiting new and exciting places'. "Hmm, let me think. I'd really like to perform for the Emperor one day or even just sing at one of the royal parties." Sven started, smiling fondly at the thought of singing in front of the royals of their herd. That would surely prove his parents wrong that his career wasn't just him being lazy and not wanting to do 'real' work. Not to mention the pride he would feel that the Emperor himself found him good enough to perform for him. "I'd also like to maybe expand my house a little bit- add a couple more rooms and whatnot. I also want to travel more and see the other lands in Hireath, the other cultures and horses that live there." Sven grinned playfully. It was so relieving to actually say all of these things out loud. It wasn't every day that he could tell someone his dreams, especially since some of them were very against the average Talorian's beliefs like his desire to travel. He felt like he could trust in Passoa not to judge him though, and maybe she'd even share in some of his interests.
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Post by fediarwoods on Feb 7, 2016 13:47:20 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
The toothy grin on his face answering back to her made a smile appear on her muzzle too. She loved the way he smiled. He had this typical way of smiling that complimented his strong jaw which was so manly and charming that she stared maybe a little bit too long at him. As soon as she was aware of it, though, she looked away with a bit of an impish and almost shy expression on her face, focussing her amber eyes on the star filled sky above them, only the light of the moons shining down on them. She watched the reflex in the waving water of the sea. It was no unfamiliar sight to her - she'd seen the moons an hundred times before, and so too the sea. It was the atmosphere that was different - the feeling inside of her stomach that was completely new to her. She couldn't say she hated the feeling - though, she rather liked it. It felt like she treasured him... like she wanted to keep him close forever and never let him out of her sight, so no one could hurt him. The feeling was unknown and with that it sorta scared her, but she ignored it. For now.
She grinned as he repeated after her - Snow. She looked sideways, back up to him and his gorgeous green eyes. She nodded slightly, a bright, slightly dreamy glance over her golden eyes as she watched his features as he spoke. He was so beautiful. She smiled slightly at her own thoughts, but tried focussing on his words instead. You're a hopeless romantic.
''Well, you're probably the only one,'' she grinned as she softly lifted her head slightly. No matter how she lifted it though - she stayed smaller than him. Something she felt as a challenge of proving herself, but on another hand she found that sexy. It felt safe. ''Most find me weird,'' that's why I left. The words were just a murmuring, a whisper from in between her breath. She still knew it as the day of yesterday how the other youngsters always picked on her. She was the bastard - the child that had no parents. The child that was abandoned, the child that was weird. Maybe it had just been a joke youngsters made to each other, but to her it felt as if she had been stolen from her natural environment, and as if she had been trapped in a world she didn't belonged in. There were not many words needed before she started to secluded herself from any social contact and started living more out of the villages, going on adventure alone. The slightly sad look on her face changed to a faint smile by the thought of how the Cleric mare was always worried sick about her or when she was angry when she had lost the beaded necklace for the tenth time.
She looked back up at him when his words stroke her ears. As her golden eyes found his green ones, the content and playful smile returned on her dark muzzle. There was something about the words. The way he spoke them out, as if he mend something more, or knew something that she didn't. It soothed her. His words, the hushed tone his voice spoke in and the moons that reflected in his green eyes - giving them a warm blue-ish glance; it soothed her. It calmed her mind, made her feel like she wasn't alone anymore. But she knew that was only an illusion. That it was something temporary. ''I hope so too,'' she softly whispered, lost in her thoughts already.
She felt a dreary feeling settle in her belly for a moment. Temporary... Normally she felt so comfortable to that feeling, it felt so natural. Playing her cards, having a wonderful night with a drink or ten and than leave as the sun rose. It was familiar, it was her way of dealing with things. Her way of moving on. But this... She felt how it tore at her heart when she thought about leaving him. Just leaving... for the night. Thinking about leaving him and not seeing him ever again... him just being a one night fling... it made her sick to her stomach. She couldn't. She wouldn't. But she couldn't stay either...
She snorted softly, a bit troubled, but it were again his words that pulled her back to reality, that tried and soothed her for as far as they could. She tried opposing her thoughts by watching him from under her lashes, watching him as he thought about his answers, just like she had done. ''With that voice of you I can't believe you haven't already performed for the Emperor,'' she said flirtatiously and playfully, a grin on her dark muzzle. ''You have to woo the concubines, they will convince him,'' she giggled, giving him a wink of her eyes. She spoke truth, though. If she'd been one of the concubines -well, she wouldn't even want to think that way, but if- and if she would've heard his voice, he would have already performed in the royal palace. But she wasn't them... Most luckily.
''But it's already so beautiful,'' she said a bit shocked, looking back over her shoulder at his little cabin on the beach, placed in between the three trees. She would've wished she had such a home. She lived like an animal compared to him. She swiveled her ears around before she looked back to him. ''I can help you on the traveling part,'' she giggled, ''I promise. I'll take you to some place beautiful, one day.'' And that felt like a promise to herself even more - she didn't want to loose him like she wanted with the others.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Feb 14, 2016 15:14:56 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
Sven gave her an awry smirk at her as he turned his head to look at her. She was shorter than himself to the point where he had to look down to really look at her, but something about that was attractive to him. He liked the feeling of wanting protect her from whatever big dangers might be out there. "I'm sure more horses find you charming and pretty than weird." Sven muttered, accidentally letting a bit of jealousy edge into his voice at the thought of others possibly flirting with her and trying to win her over much like he was trying to now. He recovered quickly though and chuckled. "I haven't thought you were weird at all. In fact, I rather like someone who knows what they want and wants to pursue it." Sven grinned down at her, locking his green eyes with her golden ones that seemed to burn so brightly in the moonlight. There was something there in her eyes that spoke of tales untold. Tales of perhaps a harder life that she had had to live though. It was a pain that he saw frequently in the eyes of those he tried to cheer up with his music.
Most of the pain in her gaze was short lived, and it was quickly replaced with her familiar, alluring smile. At her soft whisper of a response though, he could see a distance growing in her eyes despite the calm expression on her face. Was it something he had said? Maybe she wasn't that into flirty stallions after all or maybe there was something else bothering her. Something that she didn't wish to speak aloud.
'I wish this moment could last forever.' Sven thought to himself. If he could paint a picture of the way her eyes shined in the moonlight, how her hair fell in lush curls into the salty water below her without a care, and every other beautiful aspect of her, he didn't have a doubt that he would never stop staring. Too bad this was just a moment, something that would pass, and he could only relive in his memories. Where some would be saddened or scared that the mare they had been courting with would disappear if she left your sight, Sven wasn't. While it did sadden him slightly that Passoa would eventually leave, he had a feeling that their paths would cross again in some way or another. If anything, she could decide if she wanted to see him again after tonight. She did know where to find his house after all. Sven could only hope that she would make the choice to see him again someday.
The paint stallion couldn't help but smile at her flirty tone, seeing her golden eyes looking up at him from underneath her lashes. "That's a good idea. I might just have to work some of this devilish charm on the concubines to get an audience with the Emperor the next time I see one." He joked slightly, though while in the city, it wasn't uncommon for him to meet some individuals with some prestige.
He could see the shock on her face when he mentioned changing his house in any sort of way, and a grin played across his face. "Thanks, I probably won't be doing anything to it for awhile, and if I do, it won't be anything major. I kind of like the rustic, homey vibe it has now." He explained, looking back at the small cabin that sat in the white sand of the beach. Sven grinned cheerfully at her words and the joyful giggle that followed them. "I'll hold you to that promise, miss Passoa~ Maybe I can help with some of your dreams in return." He murmured with a flirty drawl to his voice.
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Post by fediarwoods on Mar 1, 2016 10:12:41 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
She watched him closely with her bright, golden eyes; the moons reflecting in them, just like they reflected in his green ones. She watched him lower his head, turning it to look at her. She couldn't help but feel small next to him, but as it was for others, for her it wasn't a foreign feeling. She just wasn't that tall, so there were plenty of horses out there that outreached her height. In height, indeed, because in her mind she didn't feel small at all. She was stronger, more stubborn, more slick. She could outthink others, there were they needed their strength. But with him, it was different. She felt like a youngster again, experiencing things she hadn't felt before. It was new and exciting, but at the same time confusing her too. Still it were his eyes, his beautiful eyes, that captivated her and kept her mind occupied.
''Sounds a lot better when you say it that way,'' she grinned at his words, slightly frowning, a playful dazzle dancing in her eyes. She could hear an edge of jealousy in his voice, which made the butterflies in her stomach flutter again. The question as to why darted through her face for a moment, but she couldn't bother, at all. She wouldn't mind the jealousy, wouldn't mind the protectiveness she felt as he stood next to her. She wouldn't mind him pursuing to make her his.
With a dreamy glance washing over her eyes she bend her gaze away from him for a moment, her thoughts shifting. She knew she had to leave. The lines of the stars; the place of the moons. The night would be ending, and she had to be on her way again. But she didn't want to leave his side. She wanted to curl back up against him; just like she had done before, when they had still been sitting on his couch. She wanted to curl back up against him and fall asleep sniffing in the scent of his fur, feeling his body warmth against her skin. She wanted to fall asleep knowing that he would be still there when she would wake up.
''Even calling me a miss,'' her eyes followed her words back to him, a slight chuckling from the smile upon her dark muzzle following too. ''You're quite the charmer, aren't you Romeo?'' she said playfully, locking her golden eyes in his again. ''I like that,'' she continued in more of a flirty murmuring than in clear words, softly moving her tail through the salty water. His words made her mind to think again. Some of her dreams? She had to think back to the few ones she'd shared with him and, just like a few minutes ago, snow came first to her mind. A frown followed shortly. It wasn't snow that he could bring her - it was way too warm down here in Aquore. And he wasn't one to guide her up to Onea either. As the realization of his soft, flirty murmuring hit her, she felt a warmth rising in her cheeks again. ''I think that's a great deal,'' she said in a soft murmur, a slight shyness softening the edges of her voice.
She felt a desire to be near him; as if gravity was pulling her to him; like two magnets pulling closer and closer. She set a step closer to him, her curls dancing with her as she moved. She hid her face in his blonde hair again for a moment; so she could smell his hair one last time, could lock his scent in her nostrils before she had to leave. ''I really want to stay,'' she muttered in his pelt. ''But I really have to leave.'' There was a kind of sadness to her voice. Another something that was new. She hated the feeling. That free feeling she usually felt by leaving, by cutting herself loose; it wasn't there. All she felt was an empty spot now that she knew she had to leave his side again.
[Word Count: 677 | Post 29][With wrapping this plot up, I would love to start another one because I couldn't miss RP-ing with you and these two <3]
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Mar 1, 2016 17:43:18 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
He saw the slightly quizzical look to her gaze when she must have caught the sound of jealousy in his voice. It had been accidental, but it felt rather strange to him to be so protective over someone he had just met (especially being jealous of other attention they might receive). He didn't normally pin himself as the jealous type but maybe he actually was. A smile pulled up the corners of his lips though when she spoke. "There's a brighter side to every story... well, most anyways. You've just got to look for it." Sven said, giving her a playful wink. From the position of the moons, it was obvious that the night would be ending soon, and the sun would be coming up again. He could feel in the pit of his stomach that their meeting would be coming to a close as well when the sun made its appearance. Sadness tugged at him at the thought of Passoa's departure, but he tried to stay optimistic. If she chose to see him again, she knew where to find him. Even if she didn't, he would still have the memory of her resting so peacefully beside him and the scent of pine needles on her pelt to remember her by. Sven grinned and chuckled softly at her playful remark. His ears perked to the sweet sound of her quiet laughter, catching the sound eagerly. "I try~" An impish smirk crossed his face, and a flash of playfulness shined in his green eyes at her words. "If I'm Romeo, does that make you Juliet?" He asked flirtatiously with a playful glint in his eyes. His smile grew wider when she said that she liked a charmer. He'd have to keep that in mind for the future. Moments passes, and he could see the gears of her mind work at the subtext of his words. For a moment, he feared that his subtle words had been a little too subtle. When her eyes widened a little bit in realization though, a small sigh of relief nearly escaped him. "It's a deal then." Sven responded and smiled at the coyness that he heard in her voice. He grew more comfortable with his actions and his words, ignoring the thoughts that crossed his mind that reminded him of all those years he had spent trying to hide his feelings from others. It would take some time for him to learn that it was okay to be direct, but he was learning. His eyes turned up to look at the moons, being reluctantly reminded that their night was drawing to a close. When he turned his attention back to her, she was beside him, close enough that he could feel her warm breathe on his pelt. Sven bent his neck slightly as she rested her head in his mane, and he took a deep breathe of her familiar scent. A pang of sadness pierced his heart at her words, but he offered her a small smile nonetheless. "I was afraid that you were going to say that." He admitted, hearing a tinge of sadness in her tone. Sven reached out to her, touching her cheek with his muzzle reassuringly. "It's okay, Passoa. I know you have to go. I hope you'll come back when you can though." He murmured hopefully. His voice was soft and quiet instead of the usual playfulness and confidence that lingered in his voice. "I'll be here." Sven promised as his green eyes gazed into her bright, amber orbs. Oh how he would miss not seeing that confident stare or smell the scent of her that had grown so familiar to him. This was the feeling that his mother had described to him. Feeling his heart swell with happiness whenever he looked at her and feeling an empty place in his heart form knowing that she would be leaving him. This is what love felt like, and Sven had fallen into it hard. As he turned his body to walk back up to the beach, Sven hesitated. Reaching toward her, he placed a small kiss on her cheek. His lips lingered there a few moments longer as if he were trying to memorize the feeling before he pulled away again. "Travel safely." Sven grinned and began walking with her back to dry land. Word Count: 723
((Yes, I'd love to start another one!  I was thinking about maybe waiting just a teeny bit to see how the chapter plots wrap up (so we know where our babies are gonna end up), and then, miss Passoa could find her way back to Sven's home~ I couldn't miss RPing with you either! <3333))
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Post by fediarwoods on Mar 7, 2016 10:48:19 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
''If I could be your Juliet,'' she said with a soft giggle as she looked him in his green eyes, a dreamy glance in her golden eyes, as she let go of a soft giggle. ''Than yes,'' she said, as if he'd convinced her with his eyes.
She'd never really understood the word love. She still knew how her caretaker had thought her the word love; told her what it mend. And she herself added to it that it was something that was not wanted in Aquore. She could still imagine herself, frowning her small brows, looking up at the slim Cleric mare that told her most she wanted to know. She never really came to understand the true meaning of it and when she grew up she more and more lost faith she would one day love too. That was something faith had no in store for her, she'd always thought. It was something that would make you weak, make you vulnerable. And most of all it would make you attached. It would cage you. She always thought she would never fall in love.
But oh boy how she understood it now. She could hear the sadness in his voice; it pierced right through her veins, right through her heart. She didn't want to make him sad, but she knew she couldn't stay. She had to leave... She pulled her head from his pelt after taking in his scent one last time, more feeling like she was tearing herself away from him. An addiction - that was what she could compare it to the most. She softly snorted, trying to keep his scent captured between her nostrils. But she knew she would loose it eventually.
Was this what love felt like? She watched him with her golden eyes as he enlightened his face with the smile that complimented his strong jaws. She could feel her skin tingle where he softly touched her, his voice hopeful. Normally she would've lied. Or would have simply told one the truth about she would not now when she would return - if she would ever.
To him she could not lie. All she could was tell him the truth - a truth that was so different, so damn different, from the truth she normally told. ''I'll come back,'' she softly said as she stared back at him, a determined glance over her golden orbs; convinced that no matter what would happen, no matter what faith would have in store for her; she would find him again. She walked next to him; followed him to feel the sand touch her hooves again; leaving wet hoof prints on the beach. ''I'll come back,'' she repeated in a soft murmuring, as if it was to remind herself, as she came to a halt next to him on the beach. ''I promise,'' to both returning, and to traveling safely; or at least she would try. She smiled, bringing her muzzle to his. To one last time to place a soft kiss on his lips; so soft it could've been a whisper. She detached herself from his side -oh man, how she for the very first time hated leaving- and made her way towards the south; to the isles she hated belonging to. It didn't took long before she was nothing more than the whisper of a kiss she'd left on his lips; till she was nothing more than a shadow that merged together with the dark line of the trees that bordered to the beach.
[Word Count: 588 | Post 30][That would be so perfect <3]
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I was thinking about maybe waiting just a teeny bit to see how the chapter plots wrap up (so we know where our babies are gonna end up), and then, miss Passoa could find her way back to Sven's home~ I couldn't miss RPing with you either! <3333))