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Post by bonbon on Nov 12, 2012 5:54:16 GMT -6
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Stones clicked about underhoof, rolling gently downhill as Gauge allowed his mind to wander, pale lashes starting to flutter shut. The strain of walking for minutes upon hours upon days upon weeks had the muscles in his haunches thrumming, just bordering on the edge of an ache that did not come from physical pain. He was mentally tired. Tired of the plodding aimlessly day after day in search of things that slipped his comprehension, with no real direction to set his ears towards. He was damn tired.
Gauge’s head lowered, once, and then once more –sharply, causing his roman nose to smack against the rock face he was attempting to navigate over. His eyes flew open as a jolt of pain raced up his face, and both ears swung back to pin themselves against his skull automatically as he registered the shameful fact that he almost fell asleep while walking. Shame was not a safe emotion for Gauge. It quickly turned to anger as he jerked his head up, looking up at the cliffs looming intimidatingly over him like some disapproving parental figure. Anger was safer than the vulnerability that shame and upset brought him, yes, but there was nothing that he could lash out at in close proximity, which was precisely what the cremello stallion wanted to do when he got mad.
‘Well,’ He mused as his intense eyes steadily scanned the cliff’s jagged surface. There was nothing he could lash out at that wouldn’t leave him unscathed. He’d tried kicking big boulders before out of irritation, and that wasn’t an experience that he would’ve liked to duplicate today.
‘Harsh lessons.’
The phrase stayed with him as he proceeded his walk parallel to the surf, silently observing the cliffs. Nature filled his lungs as the annoyance faded, consciousness just gently touching upon distant memories that seemed to fade with each new step. Yes, harsh lessons were definitely something he had an uncanny knack for teaching to himself. ‘What can I say? It’s an art…’
A smile crept across the cremello’s pale lips. It brought him an uplifting, twisted sense of glee when he pictured himself as an artist.
Noise abruptly snagged the stallion from his thoughts, and the sheer steadiness of it had Gauge lunging himself into a jerky canter. He had no idea how he’d gone from walking to running, and he had no earthly idea who had made the sound. His ears and logical mind processed it as a whinny –his heart and excitability told him something entirely different.
The canter smoothed out as he forced his haunches to quit gathering with every stride, which was one of the initial issues with having been startled into such a pace in the first place. Both eyes rolled, wide and icy and wild with a fresh sort of excitement he hadn’t felt in months. He scanned for the source as the striking of his hooves rung loud and clear, bouncing off of the cliff to his left shoulder as he ran.
A figure –sleek and silent and still, peered out across the waves, the soft breeze stirring the beautiful tangle of golden mane and tail that encompassed her form. She looked up, and he came to a breathless halt at a fair distance away, eyes opened up and glimmering with mixed emotions.
Gauge had brought himself exactly to what he was looking for.
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"Hey baby."
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Post by carhartt on Nov 13, 2012 17:30:07 GMT -6
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Arrabella could feel the world rotate around her as she stood still. The soft breeze of the ocean spray sent chills down her petite spine. Time had been good to her, she was aging rather magnificently. No longer did her appearance scream, adolescent. Not long ago, Arrabella was long legged and rather awkward. It seemed they were too long for her own good, and her weight couldn’t keep up with her height. She was gangly little thing, the tendrils of her ivory whipcord and banner were short and much too thick. Her rump was flat and lacked any curves and her nape was pencil thin. It seemed like it took a century to finally grow up, but now she had her big girl voice. Her mind wandered over the past four years and wondered where time had gone. The time spent away from home was short but she learned more in this year and a half then the three years she lived at home. Sometimes she wondered if it really was the wisest decision running away like that, but there was no point dwelling on the past you couldn’t change.
Slowly her delicate cranium shook. The tendrils that danced off her nape were unbelievably long. There was something about her genetics that made them grow like weeds, not only were the tendrils long but thicker than one could imagine. The heavy sea breeze no longer could whisk them around like they did as a child. Instead they delicately dance low beneath her nape. Tendrils of her forelock careless hung on both sides of her facial feature framing her half bleached cranium. Vibrant cerulean orbs gazed across the angry waters as the waves rolled over one another, scrambling to crash against the cliff wall. Each time a wave smashed against the rock exterior, it sent a salty spray into the atmosphere delicately misting her golden pelt.
Through the subtle cries of the gulls, and the crashing waves she heard a familiar echo. It was like her own heart beat being mimicked against the smooth stones of the beach. Quickly she lifted her cranium to the heavens and turn to look upon a creamy figure. The loneliness quickly faded while anticipation filled it place. Swallowing slowly, her pricks flickered once as her massive forelock flopped sloppily over her right orb. The stranger just stood there, staring as if something was wrong. Instantly Arrabella felt self-conscious standing up on the cliff looking down. Tenderly she let a soft nicker escape her labrums, being as welcoming as possible to the new stranger.
Before she ran away she would never put herself in such a situation but with at least a years of experience she was beginning to realize this world was full of monsters and rapist, all fears her father littered her naive little mind. Once again the sea breeze began to blow violently, sending random strands of her whipcord flicking about wildly, as her bundled mess of a flag drug across the beached rocks. Dipping her cranium down slightly, she waited for the strangers reaction. It was hard for her to really know what they were; the breeze was blowing her scent straight to them, but left her clueless of its gender. However by the looks of the rather hefty build and stunning jawline it was stag. Being as far away as she was it was amazing to see the definition of his muscle mass and radiating beauty it possessed. Maybe today wasn’t going to be as boring as she assumed…
Arrabella walks. Arrabella thinks.
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[/i] "Arrabella talks."[/b] T A G » gauge M U S E » epic V O C A L S » (Colbie Caillat)W O R D S » 588 S T A T U S » finished O O C C H A T » i can always make you a temp one till i get to his manip. what kind of picture you want, like waterfall, sunset, fire, etc? [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] [/size][/font][/color][/td][/tr][tr][td][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][/td][/tr][/table] [/center]
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Post by bonbon on Nov 14, 2012 20:29:26 GMT -6
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It was subconscious, really. The way Gauge’s eyes roamed over this new figure, icy optics roaming over the slender curves and soft white markings as they interrupted the palomino cream of base coat. He’d known right away, as soon as the wind racing up and over the edge of the rocky slope had hit his nostrils, that she was definitely female. That was not what fascinated him though. He’d met a hundred of the sex, and while it put them on grounds to be potentially likeable, it was no explanation for the admiration currently tugging at the strings of his innermost workings. That was unusual for him. It was far, far too early to slap any specific significance on it yet though.
After all, they hadn’t even said hello yet. A happenstance run-in and a staring fest didn’t just equate to a verbal greeting –a proper introduction. He found himself wondering what this beautiful mare’s name was as he looked her over once more before carefully sidestepping, posture relaxing. Soft slivers of sunshine fell across his creamy coat as clouds temporarily left the sun, rays highlighting the curve of muscle as he slowly swung his haunches, creating a more ample space for her to move about or create distance if that’s what she wished. He wouldn’t want her to feel pressed into the drop with nowhere to maneuver should she feel discomfort in the presence of a large stallion.
A nicker of greeting fell from his throat in response to hers as he dipped his large head, ears swiveling, a relaxed smile sliding across his lips as the clouds swept back to obscure the sun once more. “Admiring the view?” Gauge asked mildly, eyes flickering out towards the expanse of shimmering blue beyond. The smile widened faintly as his eyes returned to the palomino coated mare, watching patches of partially obscured light fall across her markings in silent admiration.
‘I certainly am.’
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"Hey baby."
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Post by carhartt on Nov 15, 2012 6:26:22 GMT -6
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The anticipation began to fill her entire body, as she stood there motionless against the vibrant ways of the sun blasting down on her golden pelt. The lack of experience told her to run; yet the lack of adventure told her to meet this stranger and broaden her experiences. The voice of her father often littered her mind of the worse possible outcomes of any situation that she came across. It took a lot for her to disregard her the way she was raised but each day she was getting better and better. Instead of moving she waited patiently on her perch. If they wanted to speak to her bad enough they would come to her—she needed to make sure it was worth her while of course.
Once the equine began to move her way she heard a deep yet warm nicker dance in the breeze toward her. The vocals were much to deep and domineering to be feminine—so it was a stallion. Watching as he moved towards her, she couldn’t help but notice how majestic he really was. With each movement his muscle rippled like a wonderful rolling waves and the brilliance of his pelt was absolutely wonderful. Unable to hide the smile, she felt her petite jowls flush warm with emberassment—now she felt childish…
Through the decedent sounds of the beach atmosphere she heard his warm lyrics call to her like a placid love song, .“Admiring the view?” Just then a breeze blew between them swirling around her, causing the tendrils of her massive banner dance in the breeze delicately as she smiled shyly. Long lashed batted as her gaze cast doward to the rock flooring. Gaining the courage she let her brilliant cerulean orbs match his own mystifying orbs and replied with her angelic vocals, “Yes, I am. It’s a wonderful day today.”
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[/b] The young vixen was lost with words as she played shy with the stranger… Gingerly she flicked her massive whipcord sending the immensely long tendrils slash across her barrel and then cascaded back into a heaping pile upon the rocks. The golden vixen looked like none other than Rapunzel herself only in equine form. Delicately the sun made her golden pelt gleam even brighter as her cerulean orbs blinked delicately, softly replied, “It’s a pleasure to meet you kind Sir. My name is Arrabell, but you can call me Bell is you wish…”[/b] And with that she stood patiently watching his every move subconsciously preparing for any outcome of this conversation… Arrabella walks. Arrabella thinks.[/i] "Arrabella talks."[/b] T A G » gauge M U S E » epic V O C A L S » (Colbie Caillat)W O R D S » 425 S T A T U S » finished O O C C H A T » gawd its four thirty in the morning... sorreh for this suckass post [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] [/size][/font][/color][/td][/tr][tr][td][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][/td][/tr][/table] [/center]
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Post by bonbon on Nov 18, 2012 16:04:08 GMT -6
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The growing admiration that Gauge felt for this sunlit doe only intensified as he watched the wind stir her mane. He had never seen hair so magnificent before. His own tail hardly reached down enough to brush against the back of his knees, and his mane never seemed to grow out long enough to be seen from under his neck on the left side. Eyes of ice were drawn without thought to observe the strands as the light that streamed through the parted clouds played across their length, giving him the distinct impression of honey.
“Yes, I am. It’s a wonderful day today."
Both ears, tapered and fairly long for his face, swung forwards as he listened attentively to what she had to say, rolling the sweet words around in his mind over and over again. Her hair wasn’t the only thing about her made of honey, he mused. Hearing this creature’s vocal cords at work was an experience in and of itself.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you kind Sir. My name is Arrabella..” His neck craned briefly with mixed interest, partially for the dulcet tones of this living angel, and partially for the strange honorific, before coiling as he stood charmed. “—but you can call me Bella if you wish...”
Oh, he wished. A faint tremor crawled up his spine, stirring the flesh beneath the creamy hide and causing a twitch in his muscles. Gauge hid it when his left hoof crossed over his right, casually sidestepping himself, if only to move closer in her direction. He needed to move. He needed to think. When his legs were moving, his mind was thinking. To stay still would have subjected him to a barrage of his own thoughts, each more confusing than the last.
Gauge was not an inexperienced stallion. He had spent all of nine years on this wonderful earth, and with each season that had passed, many strange situations found themselves under his nose. The little scars littering his creamy pelt could testify for that, as well as the abnormally deep and prominent score that ran from the underside of his muscular neck all the way up to his rightmost shoulder. They brought back many memories, although he found that even for all of his experience, and for all of the horses he’d met before, this meeting was very out of the ordinary.
“Arrabella…” The name tasted sweet in Gauge’s mouth as he let it roll off of his tongue smoothly, experimentally. “The pleasure is mine.” He insisted, the coil in his muscular neck gently loosening as he relaxed it, ears swiveling slowly. “It is so rare that I meet a mare so lovely.. You may call me Gauge, if it please you, Bella.”
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"Hey baby."
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Post by carhartt on Nov 18, 2012 18:09:57 GMT -6
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The young vixen felt her muscles stiffen as he neared her petite frame. This stag was so big, height and all. The muscles that rippled across his ivory pelt made her jowls flush searing sensation, and the powerful confidence he wore upon his façade made her smaller than ever. The beast before her was just so intimidating she felt herself take a slight step closer to the edge of the cliff and away from him. It a short matter of time he could snatch her up and whisk here away and deflower her in everyway possible. Letting the worse possibilities flood her mind, she let her cerulean orbs drop to the rocky flooring away from his icy gaze. Trying to kick the words of her father, she forced a smile across her features and look upon him shyly. Creamy tendrils dancing across her facial features against the sea breeze.
Once again his whiskey like vocals sank deep into her veins like venom, “Yes, I am. It’s a wonderful day today." Nodding in acknowledgement, she bit her bottom lip shyly and let a soft smile slide across her bleached features. Her young heart beat wildly against her ribs as she stood their unsure of herself, suddenly overly self-conscious.
The silence came sliding in between the two beautiful equine, chocking all the confidence out of Arrabella. She was just so unsure of herself. It was a rare occasion being in the presence of such a powerful stag, well at least when she didn’t have protection. Her father would most likely shit bricks if he knew his sweet little angle was here in front of such a powerful creature; a sitting duck. Swallowing harshly she let her cerulean orbs tenderly look over his majestic frame like a wide-eyed child. It was evident she wasn’t uncomfortable but she attempted to hide this fact with a nervous smile.
Standing there she looked upon hm gingerly and listened to his thick vocals dance to her pricks, “Arrabella… The pleasure is mine. It is so rare that I meet a mare so lovely.. You may call me Gauge, if it please you, Bella.” Instantly the heat comes flushing back into her jowls as she felt her self blushing. Quickly she let her gaze drop from his as her orbs fluttered and she smiled nervously. Gaining composure she looked back up and replied shyly, “Oh you are too kind. It’s a pleasure to meet you Gauge.”
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Post by bonbon on Nov 18, 2012 18:58:23 GMT -6
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Another step sent a small trio of jagged rocks skittering across the topside surface of the cliff, but Gauge was careful to move towards her side as opposed as to directly at her. He was well aware of his presence, as well as his stature and height. His creamy haunches swung slowly outwards as he moved, in at her broadside, so that she wouldn’t feel pressured to back anymore then then she already had, but angled enough to stay away from the impression that he would mount her given the opportunity. Shoving this golden doe off the cliff was just about the last thing he wanted at this moment, as was pulling himself up onto her back. He figured from her look that she would appreciate neither.
Besides, they were just being civil towards one another. There was no need to rush something when they’d barely gotten their introductions out of the way. He stopped when he determined that they were close enough for a casual conversation, but retained enough distance between his angled body and her splashed side as was socially appropriate. The stag’s weight shifted, and one of his back legs picked themselves up, resting on the tip of its hoof in a relaxed posture. His head lowered slightly as a subconsciously soothing gesture, as if his body was working to make itself less bulky and imposing.
“Oh you are too kind. It’s a pleasure to meet you Gauge.” The upwards twitch of Arrabella’s lips was not lost to him, and despite the lowering of her cerulean optics, a smile of his own worked its way across Gauge’s face in return.
“So do you have a destination or are you just here at your leisure?”
This question, strangely enough, was the one that threw him off guard. What was he doing here?
The smile faltered, and his expression shifted to one of contemplation as the words revolved around in his brain. For a tense moment, he found himself at a loss for words, his normally smooth discourse interrupted.
“I.. No.” Gauge murmured, shaking his head, as if it would help him clear his mind. He realized shortly that the answer had been too general, and he found himself backtracking, eyes turning skywards as he recollected his composure. “I do not have a destination in mind, nor did I come here purposefully.” The words started to come back to him with a familiar fluidity as he continued speaking. “I have no real place to be, so I go wherever my legs take me… I suppose it’s an alright thing if they’ve brought me here.”
A general gesture. This one was made with his head, towards the drop, though his eyes lingered on Arrabella, and the smile returned, softer this time. “The natural formation of the land here is beautiful, is it not?”
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"Hey baby."
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Post by carhartt on Nov 21, 2012 5:07:12 GMT -6
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Doe like orbs watched the bleached stag with intensity. Her heart raced wildly against her ribcage, as he positioned his bulky bodice. Unable to blink, Arrabella watched him move to a more comfortable space and angle. Cranium hung at a leisure level and the caulked dagger was evident he held no potential threat. Swallowing slowly, she let the fear running through her heated veins began to dissipate like the salty spray each crashing wave sent rushing through the atmosphere. Trying to regain her own posture, her cranium tilted back looking at how dangerously close she had come to the edge of the cliff. Orbs widening slightly she stepped forward and let a nervous smile run across her rosy labrums. Embarrassment now filled the hole the fear left.
Trying to not let it bother her, she returned her gaze to him. The breeze rushed his musky scent into her nostrils invaded all her senses. It was hard to concentrate when it felt like he was suffocating her. No he wasn’t too close, and he wasn’t invading her with a bombardment of questions. It was his voice, his body, his scent, it was everything about him. With each word he spoke she found herself at lost of words, she couldn’t compare her feeble tones to his thick whiskey like vocals. The way he moved was so empowering, she felt like a shell on the beach being thrown around by the wave. This Gauge was just so much more than she could ever hope to be…
The adolescence might not be as evident by appearance but the moment you looked into this cerulean doe like orbs, anyone could see the lack of experience. It was evident by the few scars that harnessed his creamy pelt, and the wisdom in his gazer, that Gauge had seen the world and lived through many amazing things. Here was little Arrabella, a whopping three years old, just ran from home and constantly fearing the worse, letting it stop her from living a life of adventure and meaning. Could he be her outlet?
It seemed the moment her question of his destination caused his thoughts to falter. The confidence in his gaze quickly faded as it seemed he had difficulty finding the right answer. Waiting patiently Arrabella, let her cranium drop the to the rocky footing, letting her rosy labrums trickle over the smoothed stone. Murmured vocals danced shakily into her pricks, causing her to lift her cranium slightly, titling sideways with curiosity. Ivory tendrils fell to the side, exposing both of her vibrant orbs. “I.. No. I do not have a destination in mind, nor did I come here purposefully. I have no real place to be, so I go wherever my legs take me… I suppose it’s an alright thing if they’ve brought me here.” So they had more in common than she anticipated.
In her young and restless mind she imagined him owning land where he was the leader of a large harem. She imagined him with a large amount of power beneath his grasps and a wonderfully beautiful family he called his own. Goes to show where assumption left you. So he was a nomad, just like her. Surprise slid across her petite facial features, as her slightly dished cranium nodded in acknowledgement. Tender vocals rang delicately, “I guess that makes two of us then.”
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[/b] Her words trailed off as she looked over him, a sweet smile on her features. Her golden coat was illuminated by falling sun, shooting a vibrancy of warm tones. The breeze began to settle for the time being letting all tendrils return to where they belongs, dangling loosely from her thin nape. Arrabella wasn’t one to be sickening shy, but it seemed in the presence of such a stead, her words escaped her. Typically she was quick witted and glad to speak but it seemed it would take time for her to warm up, and feel confident enough to speak freely. The silence soaked in like poison as the vixen stood with her back to the setting sun. Luckily his vocals, regaining their own confidence shattered the silence, “The natural formation of the land here is beautiful, is it not?” Slowly she let her cranium rotate as her gaze scanned the ambiance around them, soaking in the natural wonders. Yes, everything was perfect here, even the him. A sheepish smile spread across her features as she nodded, “Yes, it is. It’s nice not having to enjoy it alone.”[/b] The words were meant to let him know he was welcomed… Of course Arrabella couldn’t just admit that she was glad he was here, so she might as well hint at it. This whole time, she had been awfully shy, and rather shut off—it was normal. Unfortunately his presence left her speechless, and powerless. He was everything her father warned her about yet she felt compelled to him. The sound of the waves crashing against the cliff filled the silence as they stood there, Arrabella being awkward as all can imagine. Looking down towards the beach she took a deep breath and blinked once. Slowly she looked to him and opened her labrums, but nothing came out. Snapping it shut she shook her cranium slightly, sending the tendrils in a tasseled manner. Closing her orbs she let her mind debate. There was no reason she was being so awkwardly quite—it was her. Swallowing all the fear she let her cerulean open and move her attention to him… “I’m not quite sure what’s wrong with me. I am never like this. Usually you can’t get me to shut up, but it seems given the situation I can’t find anything to say… I’m being awful. Please do forgive me Gauge.”[/b] Her lyrics had changed completely. Now they hold a more wholesome real tone—not afraid, or meek. They were more her. Looking over him with an unsure look across her face she sighed… “I’m young. I lack the confidence and experience to be talking here with you. I completely understand if you want to be on your way. There’s no point on wasting your time on someone as fickle as me.”[/b] This time a sincere smile came forth and she let her barrel fall in defeat as deep exhale escaped through flared nostrils. She was such an idiot… Arrabella walks. Arrabella thinks.[/i] "Arrabella talks."[/b] T A G » gauge M U S E » epic V O C A L S » (Colbie Caillat)W O R D S » 1,065 S T A T U S » finished O O C C H A T » it just kept coming haha [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] [/size][/font][/color][/td][/tr][tr][td][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][/td][/tr][/table] [/center]
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