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Post by Halo on Oct 6, 2008 19:38:49 GMT -5
Walking in the shifting sands is tiring, but it feels well worth it for the scenery and the peace of mind she is able to find here. Rhyming Rune strides slowly down the shoreline, stepping into the surf only to giggle and sidestep out of the way when the waves rush up over her ankles. She snorts at the waters playfully before dashing into the shallows, splashing the salty waters up into the air. And yet she still finds herself looking over her shoulder and all around her.
She can never find true peace, true relaxation, when she is constantly living in fear. But maybe for a little while she can pretend and really fool herself into thinking she is cured. It will only lead to heartache to find it has been a lie all alone when the next scary thing comes along, but...how else can she live?
The painted mare slows her pace to a leisure walk, breath heaving slightly from exertion but quickly slowing to normal, a smile on her velvety white kissers as she gazes across the rippled waters towards the horizon. So pretty...
~Rhyming Rune
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Post by Mental; on Oct 6, 2008 20:00:11 GMT -5
He knew that there was nothing on the sand that would get in his way so he felt free enough to gallop. His legs stretched out in front of him as he went along the beach at full speed, his neck outstretched but still somehow arched just enough to make the muscle stand out. He was covered in sweat already, his ears intently listening to every sound around him and taking in the sound of the water hitting the sand and his hooves hitting the earth. He could smell the salty spray from the sea, this whole place was just relaxing and a place for him to let some of his energy out. He heard someone splashing into the water not too far next to him. He slammed on the brakes, he hadn't expected anyone to be here. He slid forward in the sand, his haunches touching the sand only slightly before he came to a complete stop and stood up properly. Now covered in sand and sweat, not really making him such a pretty sight at all. His ears were swiveling from one side to the other, trying to figure out where the horse was. Apparantly they had stopped splashing in the waves. He snorted, his gaze turned towards the water though he could be looking at the horse for all he knew. It was only a quiet snort, to get the other horse's attention so that they could move and he would know where they were. He shook himself, dislodging some of the loose sand that didn't stick to his sweatcovered body. He would have to go into the water soon to at least get rid of some of the dirt on him. It was making him slightly uncomfortable because it was itching. He waited for a reaction from the other horse, sure that he was close but not sure exactly how close.
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Post by Halo on Oct 6, 2008 20:17:24 GMT -5
Rhyming Rune had been so wrapped up in the scenery that the noises around her had melded into the background and she didn’t realize the stallion had come until the snort. Her head turns sharply around in surprise, eyes as wide as the moon and her whole body tensed (all the soothing of the scene ruined). She splashed noisily in the water as she backs up, deeper into the waves, bobbing her head with a short and fearful cry in the attempt to warn the larger equine off, though anyone could see straight through the act.
Her body sets to trembling all on its own and once again it’s out of her control. She snorts in his direction warily, too scared of the strength of the waves to go back any farther than she is and too leery of the stranger to come forward and out of the water. He seems to stare at her with such intensity that has to close her eyes and look away, though she swears she can still feel it resting on her.
“Wha-what do you...can I..?” she stumbles over her words, not able to get a coherent thought out over her lips. She goes silent, trying to better collect her thoughts, though her mind is racing a mile a minute with the powerful instinct to run. She might have if her legs didn’t feel stuck.
~Rhyming Rune
(OOC: Blah…it stinks)
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Post by Mental; on Oct 6, 2008 20:30:06 GMT -5
As soon as he heard the splashing he realised that he had been looking at the horse, great coincidence for him. He could tell by the splashing that the horse was moving away from him and he could feel the fear eminating from the horse. He stopped where he was and stepped back, but only one step. He lowered his head slightly though not too much and he kept his eyes on where the sounds were coming from. He heard the mare's words, could tell by them how scared she was. Strange, usually the other horses weren't the scared ones, not of him anyway. He breathed deeply. "Why are you scared of me?" He asked her, his voice was calm though not reassuring or anything of the sort. His voice was just kind of blunt to be exact. If he knew why she was scared then maybe he could do something about it, back up a bit more, move away completely and leave her alone. He moved closer to her again, lifting his head to where it had been, just higher than his shoulder. He was moving slowly, he stopped when he reached the place where the water started though. No need to get too close. He wasn't really a threatening horse at all so he didn't understand why she was scared of him at all. Hopefully he'd find out soon enough. He stepped into the water, now able to feel that she was trembling through it. His gaze moved down onto the water before moving back to her. He waited for her to say or do something.
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Post by Halo on Oct 6, 2008 20:49:41 GMT -5
She opens her eye and watches him out of the corner of her eye, studying him from this angle. He speaks and she doesn’t detect any malice in his voice, but she’s not sure what she can find in his tone. When he moves closer her mind screams for her to do something, move farther away in whatever direction she can, but her limbs remain rooted, body battered by the waves. But the small abuse by nature seems faint in comparison to what he could do to her.
“I...” she begins and falters, swallowing hard to try to rid her throat of the emotional lump that is forming in her throat. “I’m always scared,” she admits, seeing no way it could lead to her detriment if that is what has been determined already. One of her legs shifts in a nervous motion, the waters swirling around it in a smooth swishing sound that at any other time would mesmerize her. “I’m not...well liked. I get...picked on,” she says, her voice dropping to a quiet whisper. She’s too honest not to be so frankly sincere with him.
She lowers her head, the tips of the waters lapping against her chin, remembering to keep her posture as unaggressive as she can manage. “If this was your beach...I’m sorry to trespass. It was so...pretty...”
~Rhyming Rune
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Post by Mental; on Oct 6, 2008 21:23:19 GMT -5
He listened to everything that she said very carefully, he didn't understand why she was always scared but he didn't want to make her have a reason. "You don't have to be scared of me, I won't do anything to you." He told her, his voice now lighter, more friendly. "Unless you want me to." He told her, his tone playful and almost flirty. But then he realised that it might not have been such a good thing and the smile that had appeared on his face disappeared for a moment. "Sorry." He told her quietly then the slight smile came back. "We're both trespassing, though on who's beach I'm not sure." He told her calmly, carefully paying attention to her so that he would know how she was reacting to each thing that he said and did. He stepped one more step towards her then stopped, his movements were slow, she might not even notice that he was moving towards her at all. He could tell that she was keeping her posture unagressive and that she was rooted to the spot, he'd experienced exactly the same things a long time ago so he knew what was going through her mind, well not exactly but kind of. He stepped closer again, still slowly, until he was close to her. He lowered his head to where he thought her's might be and was pleased to find it was where he had though. He tried to let his maw just gently touch hers, maybe a gentle touch was needed with this mare. He waited for her to react, patiently.
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Post by Halo on Oct 6, 2008 21:44:14 GMT -5
Rhyming Rune barely notices his motions towards her, so intent on mulling his words over and trying her utmost to overturn any hidden meanings, always thoughtful of protecting herself from friendly talk. She leans backwards slightly at his flirty words, really not sure how to take that but his tone trying to reassure her at the same time. And when he apologizes she whispers an ‘it’s okay’, lyrics gentle and sweet, a tiny smile tickling the corners of her mouth. Maybe he’s not so bad.
She is surprised to find him so close all of a sudden, not having detected his approach in all her concentration and she chides herself inwardly. He lowers his head towards her and the leery fae watches him with wide eyes, waiting for the moment when she would need to dart to save herself. The stag’s maw extends and brushes hers ever so slightly, causing her to flinch only to slowly return the gesture with a little more of a nuzzle.
A sigh drifts easily from parted lips, eyes closing and brow furrowing down slightly as she wills, orders, her legs to move. With a rustle in the water they comply tentatively, all the reasoning she had developed warning her that she shouldn’t get too close, but soon she has her nose pressed against his throat. And it feels so nice to touch someone and not get bit for it. And this one seems so nice...perhaps he isn’t like the others…can be trusted?
“I’m...I’m Rhyming Rune,” she ventures, still remaining where she is, once again frozen but this time by contentment. Still, in the back of her mind there is still tension on a touchy trigger that will unleash the flight mechanism in a moment’s notice...
~Rhyming Rune
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Post by Mental; on Oct 6, 2008 23:17:42 GMT -5
He felt her return the gesture, he was pleased that she hadn't moved away from him. He was surprised when he felt her move closer though and then felt her nose pressed against his throat. He could feel her sighing and he was glad that she felt she could trust him enough to get closer than as far away as she could possibly be. The water was pretty cold, or at least it felt cold to him, he'd noticed it when he'd first stepped into the water but he'd pushed it away. He traced her neck with his maw gently then pulled back slightly. "We should get out of the water." He told her quietly, loud enough for her to hear but quiet enough so his words couldn't be taken as a threat or anything. And so that she wouldn't get a fright because he had spoken so suddenly. He stepped back a bit more, the water had cleaned his legs, leaving them glistening as he backed up out of the water slowly, but the rest of him was still covered in sand and now dried sweat. He supposed he didn't look too good. "Just a moment." He told her, his mulling over his own state of appearance had made him stop paying so much attention to her so he wasn't quite sure whether she was following him out of the water. He moved more to the side, so that he was moving away from her. When he was pretty sure he was far enough away he went a little deeper into the water before lowering himself slowly, haunches first so that he wouldn't drown himself, into the cold water. He semi rolled so that the water would wash over all of him before he got back up, all of the dirt washed from his coat, leaving him to shine in the light that was cast on him. He shook himself, turning his gaze out towards the sea so that he seemed to look at something, while he listened to work out where she was. He was pretty sure that she would not have left, she seemed to be in desperate need of some reassuring company.
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Post by Halo on Oct 8, 2008 11:05:57 GMT -5
The painted fae had fought the urge to move away when the touch glided down her neck, reminding herself that it was okay and that it was a gentle gesture and there had been no evidence of any purposed bite or shove. And then he lifts away and she is struck by a cold feeling where he had been so close and she wrinkles her nose in silent discontent, having been very much enjoying the proximity they had pleasantly shared. But at his words she has to agree the waters are cold, nipping at her body now and her skin tingling under the chilly strokes of the liquid body.
When he steps back she follows with smooth and unhurried motions, stopping when he does and turning her head to watch him as he excuses himself to go and wash away the grime that he seems to worry over. Rhyming Rune would confess she hadn’t noticed, too busy with her fears and that fact that it would not have effected her opinion of him in the least. It will be more comfortable for him to be rid of the sandy particles tickling and itching his nicely colored pelt.
With him not looking, a small look of embarrassment creeps onto her lovely features to have thoughts near his handsome appearance. Quickly she shakes away the look, damp mane slapping her neck as she does but successfully ridding herself of any evidence of her awkwardness. And, to distract herself from having further issues with the ‘problem’, she glides out of the water the rest of the way and up onto the sandy beach, hooves squelching in the wet sands of the tideline. She lowers her head and grins at the marks of her steps, each one fading a little more each time a wave rolls it. Rune picks up her foot again to just to ear the sound, a soft snort of enjoyment escaping her before she looks towards Mental.
“Are you coming?” she inquires in a soft tone, not wanting to offend him in any way. But he had paused in the waters after his roll and has found herself hoping that nothing is wrong. Maybe she had done something without knowing it? "Is everything alright, uhm..." and then she realizes she had not gotten his name.
~Rhyming Rune
(OOC: Hope this is okay…)
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Post by Mental; on Oct 13, 2008 0:53:03 GMT -5
Hearing her words he turned his gaze towards her without realising and he walked out of the water towards her. "Mental." He said, finishing her sentence with a slight smile. "Everything's fine, just took a moment to admire the scenery." That was a big fat lie but he couldn't help it, though he hadn't said anything about enjoying the view so he could have meant just hearing the silence that accompanied the ocean. So really it depended on how you looked at it whether it had been a lie or not. He moved towards her though he made sure not to touch her so that he wouldn't make her suspicious of him in any way. He shook himself, ridding his coat of some of the water and salt from the ocean. It felt good to have gotten rid of most of the dirt that had covered his coat, he was usually a cleanly stallion but not always.
He still wasn't sure why anyone would pick on her, she seemed like a mare that could be well liked. Maybe something that she had done had made most others not like her. He didn't want to ask even though he was a bit curious about it, it wouldn't bother him for too long either. He wasn't sure what they would do now, talk he supposed but he was unsure of how to start a conversation with her because he didn't want to say the wrong thing and make her scared or make her wish to leave him in search of some better company. He decided to just wait a little while and see if she would say or do anything. |
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Post by Halo on Oct 13, 2008 9:18:49 GMT -5
She smiles when he emerges from the waters, suppressing a giggle as she bends her chin towards her chest with a slight tilt of her pale tiara to the side as water droplets fly from his coat when he shakes away the excess, eyes squinting to be protected by her long lashes but still desiring to see him. He is safe...so safe...and some part of her is afraid she might be dreaming. If she doesn’t keep an eye on him he might disappear from before her, vanish from before her hopeful gaze. What would happen to her if he did? So it is better this way, to keep him in her sights lest he wander.
“That’s better,” she muses out loud, her lyrical voice mixing with a titter of amusement and playfulness. She can sense a sort of tip-toeing nervousness emanating from his aura and a pang of guilt pinches her heart. Rhyming Rune never wants to be the one to cause anyone discomfort (maybe that’s why she’s allowed herself to be shoved to the bottom of the pecking order for so long, to simply please the desires of her tormentors). Without thinking about it, her limbs pick her up in a prance-in-place, swiveling her hind end around and backing up so she stands beside him, her bodice lightly brushing his own in the most subtle manner, trying to assure him that she will not be so quick to stroll away and leave him.
And it feels so good. Just to be standing close to someone without having to really try while being bit or kicked at. She can feel his heat breathing off his damp body, mixing with her own in the small space between them, and it’s so reassuring. “I apologize, for being so flighty,” she whispers as the painted lady finds her head drifting over to rest against his strong shoulder, barely a touch at first before the weight slowly descends against him with every moment he has no bad reaction to her. Rune figures that he will hear nothing of it, but she feels compelled to apologize, some long-ago engrained habit.
Her nostrils flare, secretly taking in Mental’s scent as she leans against him, in tune with him should she need to lift her burden from off against him. He seems like a sturdy fellow, but sometimes you can just get thrown off balance and it would kill her should he stumble or fall because of her. And as her senses crawl curiously over every fiber of knowledge her intuition can gather from him, the fae runs into some inquiring notion and she opens her eyes to gaze up towards him softly. “Did you...have a question? You...seemed to want...” she tries shyly.
~Rhyming Rune
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