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Post by September ‡ on Jan 29, 2006 20:06:04 GMT -5
[i've actually done better than what's up there.]
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Post by Altair on Jan 29, 2006 20:16:08 GMT -5
[I'm sure you have]
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Post by Flyte on Jan 30, 2006 15:42:11 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry again. I always seem to miss posts here, no idea how. And woah.. great posts.
Flyte Dial was held considerably low, boa neglecting its usual proud arch as she headed towards the shapes of Sept and Altair. Still no Book, apparently there wasn't going to be. Exhaling slowly she raised her dial, forcing herself to look a little more alert. Harks pinned forwards as she picked up a trot, the placing of her hooves not as lively as usual but not particularly lazy either.
Snorting slightly in an attempt to bring herself back from he far reaches of her mind into which she'd ventured she smiled, why was it she always seemed to be the last to arrive? Not because she made it so, surely? Closing the distance between her and the other two equine dial fell and raised once more, ebony forelock obscuring the also ebony eyes from view, though they viewed freely. Coming to a halt banner swayed only slightly, her expression caught between interest, apology and relief. She'd now become somewhat accustomed to the sound of water, having spent all her time in Astarte since the day she chose to come, and so she no longer found it so distracting, more a background noise which she couldn't imagine being without.. she'd only intended on visiting Astarte, hadn't she? Odd how thoughts change, decisions made and re-made as time passes. Odd Indeed.
Shaking her cranium and dislodging all that had settled through her tassels she spoke, her tone containing emotion though it remained forever impossible to pinpoint just what she really felt.
"'Lo Sept, Altair."
She nodded slightly, the ghost of a smile still visible in the form of a slight curling of the charcoal labrums. Harks drifted lazily, muscles finally relaxing as she constantly shifted her weight, dial held higher, a little more enthusiastic now that she'd joined the others. Much as she liked being alone she preferred company, and, though she wouldn't be admitting it anytime soon, she enjoyed the company of Altair, and of course Sept more than she'd enjoyed that of any she'd known previously.
Finally stilling she shook aside her forelock, the ebony strands landing across her forehead, interrupting the white star in thin tendrils, refusing to be shifted from their current positions. Pelt shuddered due to the cold though the rest of her remained still, attention and gaze drifting freely, returning to Altair and Sept only when some noise or movement caught her attention. Not the most focused of horses today, Flyte. [/center]
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Post by September ‡ on Jan 30, 2006 16:01:43 GMT -5
[hehe. -pats flyte-]
Sept shook his head. Flyte was respectable mare, who couldn't get herself lost very easily. And plus, Altair taught her the ways of Astarte, who knew it as much as he did. He smiled yet. That's fine, she'll turn up. He said reassuringly, bobbing his head. She always does. Sept shook his head again, forelock drifting before his expressive brown eyes. He tilted his head inquisitively and broadened his smile as he heard Flyte's voice. He turned to see her. Still stubborn and unopened, Sept thought decisively. Ah, good to see you Flyte. He said cheerfully, despite the ebbing fact that one of their herd members was missing. He didn't bear to bring it up again, in fear of emotions running loose. Those emotions were chained up tight due to last night's reasoning with himself and it would take a while to get them back into their cage. Sept looked at both mares, thinking of something that would have to be brought soon to Astarte. A lead mare.
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Post by Altair on Jan 31, 2006 9:51:39 GMT -5
ooc: Pretty new piccy sept. Thanks Flyte, yours was a great post as well.
Morning Flyte. Altair said with the same calm tone she had used earlier this morning. She gave a polite nod. Flyte had not gotten lost. Altair felt a certainty within her that they could trust Flyte. She did not speak of Book. She was sure the other mare already knew. Altair knew it was a sign of weakness in the herd to search for one and return alone, and they had not cast her out... yet.
Small pools of water here and there had frozen as a result of the cold winter. The currents and torrents of water slowed slightly. The winter was going to be harsh, and without a herd it would be difficult to survive. She could take care of herself, but it was not always best to try her luck. The cold, cold air made Altair want to move around more, warm up. It took a lot to resist.
ooc: Done.
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Post by September ‡ on Feb 1, 2006 17:28:43 GMT -5
[thanks altair. ^^ at the moment, no muse comes to me for a good post for sept (or anyone else) so i'll wait till you finish your post.]
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Post by Altair on Feb 1, 2006 17:36:37 GMT -5
It's done. No muse. Blah!
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Post by September ‡ on Feb 3, 2006 11:11:21 GMT -5
[eep. i think i'll finally post now. xD]
Sept reached out, nuzzling both mares in turn. It was more comforting for him than it was for them. It was to make sure they were actually there, standing beside him. The white stallion shook his head eagerly, feeling the cold trying to strangle him. He was always up to a challenge. But what of Altair and Flyte? Could they survive a harsh winter? He had, many times. He knew that. Sept didn't know if they could turn a shoulder at the cold weather and learn to adapt or if he would have to be looking over them every moment. There was no use of treating them like foals, Sept decided. He looked at Altair, pondering. She had survived in the sparse forest... Yes, she would be fine. He looked over to Flyte. She would be fine too, such a hard-headed mare. Cold would mean nothing to her. Sept stamped on the ground, expecting it to be soft and moist, but felt only hardness and cold. It was only morning, he assured himself. By afternoon, it will melt. Indeed, he was right. The morning sun was popping out from behind Echo's mountains, which were far away and in some of the same problems that Sept and his little herd were dealing with. He became restless, walking away from the two bay mares and turning to Astarte's single large waterfall. He looked down at the crystal water, frowning. I think it would be a good idea to take a walk away from here. He said loudly, looking over his shoulder at Altair and Flyte. Astarte held too much drama at the moment. It would be best to simply let loose and run somewhere.
[fwee! i have found muse for old sept! -snuggles him-]
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Post by Flyte on Feb 3, 2006 14:56:34 GMT -5
Flyte shuddered again, the cold didn't bother her particularly. It was like everything else in life, you could do nothing about it and so had to deal with it, though the odd slight reaction was inevitable. She nodded slightly in response to Altair and Sept's greetings, smiling in what she hoped turned out to be a warm way rather than the 'false-smile' she'd been accused of using in the past. All rubbish of course, if you faked a smile the lack of emotion in your eyes would surely give you away.
Exhaling slowly as Sept nuzzled them both the smile continued to linger, fading only as he moved away. Her own frame remaining entirely still though her eyes moved with him. Shaking her dial she looked at Altair, forelock falling over her dark occuli. She realised only then how little she knew about the other mare, and felt regretful she hadn't been slightly more friendly on meeting her.. though it now seemed like years ago and things had happened since she knew she must have come across as stubborn, ignorant perhaps. Things had changed though, hadn't they? Events of recent had altered Flyte's thought some, tearing the illusion she'd cast about herself, she thought. Thinking. That was something she hadn't had chance to do for a while, it had been all about action. Deciding now wasn't the time to become absorbed in her own thoughts either she shook, blinked and shifted her weight.
Turning her gaze back to Sept she raised her dial, somewhat jerkily to catch his words, nodding and taking a few steps forwards on stiff limbs in silent agreement. To stand still in the cold, thinking on recent events did no good. To become engrossed in some other activity, whatever it may be was preferable to the bay mare.
ooc: hehe, my muse left me half way through writing the post.
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Post by September ‡ on Feb 10, 2006 16:25:09 GMT -5
[i'm sorry flyte and altair, for being away. i'm really into my other site. i'll post later.]
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Post by September ‡ on Feb 10, 2006 16:30:59 GMT -5
Okay then. Sept nodded, bowing his head to Flyte. He looked at Altair, confused. You may come too.. I think I'll go to claiming hills. Maybe we can find someone in need. The majestic stallion turned his shoulder to the two mares, beginning to walk off from Astarte. It was snowing heavily now, since winter had completely taken over, and Astarte was cold and hard. The waterfall, constantly in motion, would never freeze. At least they would have water. Sept took it all in silently, thinking. He looked back at them for a moment then smiled playfully. He kicked up snow in their direction. C'mon slowpokes. Race ya. And he was off.
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Post by Altair on Feb 13, 2006 18:22:04 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry I've been absent. A smile graced Altair's features, but the dismay was not easily hidden. She was not sure she wanted another mare to go missing, not to mention she was not sure she wanted to watch Sept court another mare. She had gotten to a point of trust in Flyte, the mare was strong and Altair knew she would not let the herd down. She wanted to say, 'I'm still weary from my travels', or something of the like, but Sept's enthusiasm encouraged her to risk a gallop in the lands of Astarte. She stretched herself and caught up with Sept. It was a dumb act, for she was constantly slipping and sliding on the hard ice that was Astarte. It was pure luck that Altair did not injure herself. Soon she saw the soft rises of the Claiming Hills, but her vision was blurred by flurries of white...
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