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Post by Kanchana on Jan 2, 2011 11:25:13 GMT 10
Boon Boon
Dappled tresses cascaded over her grey shoulder, coming to a halt just before the green earth. Small hooves clattered over the soft marsh, barely brushing the ground before moving into the next graceful, fluid stride.
The young fae giggled playfully, chatting to the birds as they flew around her. She was a wise one, despite her young age, gentle despite her father.
One loved by all who had met her.
OOC: worst post ever..soz E.
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Post by Thowra on Jan 5, 2011 20:59:12 GMT 10
You live, by the moon,
And the stars, in the night,
A ghost in a storm...
The wind, and the rain,
And the clouds, and the trees,
Are singing your song...
You are the Son of the Wind,
Non are of freedom...
Silence comes with the wind, wherever he goes and comes from. There were some he knew that he would have to fight for, but others he would be able to win just by talking with them. He knew his brother, Arrow would come to kill him off one day, but when the time came, he would be the one unbeaten.Stopping though he saw a rather pretty dapple grey mare standing near the river. Snorting, he stopped to catch a few mouthfuls before entering her sight. His cream and silver body shone in the sunlight, sending sparkles of light everywhere.
“Hello,” he said.
They hunt, and they chase,
And they seek til their done,
Your soul 'not be won...
You are the Son of the Wind,
Non are of freedom...
The wind, and the rain...
(The wind, and the rain)
And the clouds...
(The clouds, the clouds, the clouds)
And the trees, are singing your song...
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Post by Kanchana on Jan 5, 2011 21:05:51 GMT 10
Dappled harks pricked, her small head turning at the musical lyrics of a familiar stallion.
"Oh, hello Thowra," she said brightly, turning her slim grey body around to face him, soft orbs running over his much taller, muscular body.
"You've grown," she commented, a small smile tugging at her shapely maw. It had been a few years since she had seen him, they had barely been yearling's then.
Her teardrops flared slightly, taking in his deep musky scent which brought back many memories.
"How have you been?"
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Post by Thowra on Jan 5, 2011 21:18:35 GMT 10
“Is it not the way of our kind to keep growing till we reach a certain age?” He chuckled lightly though, folding his long silver and white wings to his side happily. “It’s good to see you, Boon Boon. You’ve grown as well.”
He chuckled.
“If it weren’t for The Brolga trying to take my lands with every passing moment, things would be fine for me, I suppose. But no, he wants me gone so there is no heir left of Yarraman, to challenge him later down the track. Me being the so named heir to the throne.”
He sighed. “We all knew The Brolga was coming, just not when.”
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Post by Kanchana on Jan 5, 2011 21:34:38 GMT 10
The kind hearted fae sighed heavily at the mention of her father, head dropping slightly.
"Can we....not speak of my father today," she whispered lightly, wishing she wasn't related to such a creature "I'm trying to get away from him you see..."
She pondered for a moment, a genuine smile appearing upon her maw.
"Do you have a herd yet?" she questioned him, nose stretching towards his as she shuffled slightly closer "I mean are you seeking mares to join you?"
She chuckled, knowing that she would be more then delighted to join her old childhood friend's herd. And, it might keep him safe from her father. She knew her father would want her to be happy, so hopefully he would stick back for a while.
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Post by Thowra on Jan 5, 2011 21:39:11 GMT 10
"Is not the reason for being here to join and create herds of our depending on our genders?" he chuckled though lightly. "There have been a few that have interested me, but my brother, Arrow, you know that chestnut mean spirited idiot who looks just like Yarraman did, gets in the way and takes them."
He sighed. "I hate it when he does that, but what am I to do about it?"
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