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Post by proclaim on Jun 23, 2013 23:22:11 GMT -6
Vanna Jae
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The air was warm, moisture clinging to her wispy vanilla mane as she lay still between her mother's sturdy legs. Romping around in the jungle was a tiring business and a princess, such as herself, could not participate in such play without catching up on her beauty sleep. She dreamed that perhaps one day she would be as vibrant and beautiful as her mother. And what a beaut her mother was. With her petite, curvaceous frame, pure golden coat and tendrils, she was a sight to see. She was more feminine than many of the other mares she had seen living about the jungle and her alto voice was so soft.
"Little Jae," Jaeser whispered with a gentle nuzzle to her filly's hip. "Little Jae, wake up," she said a bit more firmly. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, awakening to gentle fingers of sunlight reaching down through the emerald canopy, the warmth stroking her white-striped face. Suddenly, however, the heat grew more and more hot against her young skin. It intensified until--
she was awake. Droplets of sweat had formed on her neck, evidence of the heat that disturbed her from her dream. She pinned her ears flat against her skull for a moment. Her dreams were her only connection to her mother now, and having those nearly-still moments in time taken from her by something she could not control frustrated her. She sighed, relaxing her ears and getting to her feet. She knew it was better not to stay upset. She knew there was a chance of finding her family here. It was why she had returned.
There stood the jungle, proud and tall with brilliant emerald walls. It used to be her home. On this side of the jungle was a field that led out to the common grounds, a field of tall grass and dotted with wild flowers. It had been a place in which she had frolicked often. And nearly blended in with the golden grass this afternoon was Vanna Jae. She was fifteen point two hands of mottled mare, with a petite body displaying both stock and sport horse features. And of course an Appaloosa rump, just like her mother.
She couldn't do this. What if they were not here? What if she was still the only one who roamed this desolate jungle? What if another stallion had taken over and, if so, was he as honest and loving as her father? Or cruel and cold? Or perhaps they were hidden just within the trees, waiting for her. They could all three be inside with open arms, waiting to welcome her home at last. She had to do this. Hope had driven her this far and hope would drive her closer toward the vine-sealed entrance.
She walked, her gait a bit hesitant but nonetheless with a purpose, with her nose stretched out slightly to try and pick up her family's distinct scent. As she arrived to the tree line, she halted, vanilla stockings placed firmly beneath her. She did not smell Lytsar, nor Diavolo. She did not smell Jaeser either. It was then that she simply stretched out her nose and ran the sensitive, velvet skin over the smooth bark of a tree. She could not smell them. And she could not do this.
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mare | [Akhal Teke x Irish Sport Horse x Thoroughbred] X [Appaloosa x Tersk] | fifteen point two hands | gold champagne spotted blanket | jade green eyes | wandering Illyria
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Post by jenzie on Jun 26, 2013 14:41:29 GMT -6
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Sleep had been evading him again. Dionysus stood within the comforts of his home now, lurking under the thick canopy that protected him from the heavy rain that sometimes seemed to find its way to the jungle like atmosphere. He was slightly uncomfortable, given the few days he had to adjust to the difference in air and temperature given and the way this area made him feel; it was almost nostalgic. He had memories here of the first time he had met the mother of the children he had failed to know, then again, things with Aiko didn’t work out. He wasn’t one to settle quickly and his slight attitude had always kept him pushing everyone away but perhaps it was his fear of getting hurt again or being abandoned like he had been the majority of his life. Icy blue eyes opened slowly, sweat rolling down his slender forehead and dripping lazily off the tip of his charcoal nose as he stood drowning in the humidity of the place he had claimed a short time ago. He stood in the depths, the waterfall heavy in the distance and causing a slight calm to wash over him. Dionysus was tired and lacking the energy to actually move out from his harem and find those who desired a home, a place to forever live and free protected – he was far to laid back to give much rule when it came to his leading style. He didn’t care for breeding every mare that lingered within the walls of the jungle, he didn’t push those who aged into young men out because he felt threatened they would overthrow him. He was strong and he could fight, if he absolutely needed to. A soft sigh escaped him, nares flaring as he shifted his weight to a more comfortable position and let his head drop just slightly so he could smell the fading scent of those who lived here before him.
Illyria had fallen into chaos only months ago; everyone had dispersed saved the few who remained forever loyal to the king they wanted to gain power with and herd they would want to live in for the rest of their lives. It was kind of pathetic, really. He had spotted a few he could easily recognize from his previous residences – the thicket had become a safe haven after he willingly let Rayo go to those more capable of handling the pressure. He was younger then and didn’t care much for leadership; honestly, he couldn’t say he did now either but he would adjust.
There was an eerie silence that washed over him, the waterfall in the distance seemed to fade away to the back of his mind and he lifted his head slowly, twin towers flicking forward as he listened to the faint sound of someone lurking outside of the green walls that protected him from the world outside of this mess. He questioned if it was Aiko, back again to torment and torture him while he stood remembering all the times he had actually seen her roaming and suffering from a swollen belly, carrying their twins. Her twins. He sighed, heavily this time and pulled himself together while letting his sore limbs start guiding him toward the scent that wafted through the trees. He was slender and tall, lanky even – his entire coat was passed down from his mother and he received absolutely nothing from the father that helped create him. His unusual icy blue eyes weren’t a gift from any of his parents; they were the one thing keeping him from saving his mother back before she passed away. They turned him away for being different.
Tilting his head slightly to the side, Dion slowly shuffled through the ferns and brush that kept him from the one lurking by the boarders of his land. He wasn’t about to chase them away, give attitude if the being was in fact, a stallion looking for something more than what freedom had to offer. However, as he emerged he let his eyes fall on the mare who seemed quite familiar to this place. "They aren’t here." He said casually, probably speaking a little to straightforward for her to comprehend. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings by telling her that the family she so wished to seek out was gone. She smelled like them, he wasn’t stupid. "If you are looking for the former lead…or leads, you’re in the wrong place. They have all been gone for a while now – their scents fading before I even dared step foot inside."
"Speech"
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Post by proclaim on Jul 2, 2013 22:47:32 GMT -6
Vanna Jae
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She had been so into her own thoughts that she did not smell the stallion as he approached. It startled her some when he halted before her, finding herself a couple steps back with widened green eyes and perked ears. He was large - slender and lanky with a pelt the color mocha. One of his eyes was concealed by a long, dark forelock, while the other shone brightly like ice even in the shade of the jungle brush. He was relaxed, having a nonchalant way about him as he told her that her family was not there.
"Do you know where they might be?" she asked out calmly, though there was an underlying tone of desperation. She figured it was probably a long shot if he knew, but it was worth a shot. She was also grateful that he was not the type to automatically claim her on the spot. How she had missed this place. It was nice to be able to return in peace. "Did you take charge after Lytsar? Or did others come after him, before you?"
[ ooc: This is awful. I'm sorry about the wait too. I haven't had any muse lately because I've been working on my summer assignments. Forgive me. x.x ]
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mare | [Akhal Teke x Irish Sport Horse x Thoroughbred] X [Appaloosa x Tersk] | fifteen point two hands | gold champagne spotted blanket | jade green eyes | wandering Illyria
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