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Post by vnes♥ on Jan 11, 2015 20:04:20 GMT -7
AL-SARIM [Lionhearts and Misfits]
In the elegant gardens of the lion's oasis,
The fairest vixens bathe in all comforts.
The exiled one thirsts for such luxuries,
He lusts for a taste of water to quench his fire.
The sahib tainted like mahogany slipped in to the lithe like a shadow, like a ghost. Daylight was fading, though the sun still held the sky, the clouds were shrouded gray and the elevation and the moisture cloaked the land in a shroud of mist. He had broken a bit of a sweat on the climb up this way, but the exercise had been exhilarating and he panted lightly as he stopped and looked down to the misty view below. His muscled gleamed a bit in the bits of light that peeked through at odd intervals. Here the eagles seemed to make their dominion, and fitting that the large winged predators should. Thorns pricked at the sound of their cries as they danced overhead. The land was flat more or less, dotted with trees that dared to breathe at such heights. He inhaled deeply. Al-Sarim had been quite the enthusiastic traveler, always keeping on the move and quickly coming to understand the land of Mustang. Still feeling adrenaline in his veins he grunted and took one last look at the view before dashing off into the mist. The echo of hooves could be heard here and there, but before long the pace gradually slowed until his location became untraceable.
He moved now in stealth through the mist and what little tree groves dotted the place. The virile was journeying towards the islands. The days and nights had been eventful, a good way to start himself a new. Sarim had been living in exile as was his sentencing by the Lord of the Old Kingdom, his homeland. He served his sentence even after the fall of the Old Kingdom and had finally decided to leave the desert to pursue his destiny. The beast was dangerously sharp and cunning, there was confidence in his strides and a spark of mischief in his eyes. The hardened build of his bulky frame deceived others to think he was young, but he had a few years of life lessons learned. The stallion was easily an intimidating fellow to approach which was deceiving, given his nature and way of seeing the world. Right now he was simply focused on keeping on the move and learning as much as he could gather about Mustang.
Al-Sarim||Stallion||Age Seven||Dark Bay||Andalusian.Anglo-Arabian.AkhalTeke||16.1hh
Tags: Vladre (Sayl)
OOC: sry its sort of bleh. sry for the wait too. will get btr. ^^'
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Post by Sayl on Jan 15, 2015 19:06:06 GMT -7
 | MARE, SEVEN, DARK SLATE GRULLO, 15.1HH | |
The petite-framed mare carried her bodice up countless slopes and rocky hills. Her daggers inched deep into the slightly damp terrain and her hazel-brown orbs gazed through the barren trees. It was quite chilly at this point of elevation, and the wind whistled harshly against her canvas. Although the maiden was truly freezing from head to tail, she pretended as if it was just as warm as summer. It's what she did, she played mind tricks with herself. If the mare continued to convince her brain that it wasn't cold, her body would soon begin to believe it.
Vladre had been walking for what seemed to be ages - and she still hadn't reached her destination. The terrace that lied ahead of her was a bitter land, nothing more than a waste of space. She truly wondered why anyone enjoyed it. The terrain was humiliating, the fog covered almost all of the terrace, and it was in the middle of no where. Those who ventured there were either lost, searching for someone, or downright insane. Vlad, on the other hand, was particularly all three. She had no idea where she was going, the mare was obviously psychotic, and instead of looking for others, she planned to avoid them. Civil conversations weren't necessarily a strong suit of hers.
After trekking through the mountains a little longer, the maiden allowed her crown and muzzle to gradually slunk towards the moist surface of the ground. Her nostrils flared with the flooding scent of dead leaves, dirt, insects, and...a stallion?
"Oh, not today."
Vladre shifted her body instantly to abort her mission, and in attempt, she only ended up front-faced to the large brute who she had been trying ever so dearly to avoid. The mare grunted, knowing that this would most likely be a conversation she couldn't back down from.
"Excuse me, doll face, but you're blocking my way."
NOTES ; Sorry for the insanely late reply! aaaannnnnd this sucks DX
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Post by vnes♥ on Jan 15, 2015 20:58:58 GMT -7
AL-SARIM [Lionhearts and Misfits] Tunnel vision occurred when he was moving quickly and became engrossed in his thoughts. Al-Sarim was not as young as others, fae and stallion alike that he had come across. Nor was he as old as the more senior heads of Mustang. It was on good grounds then that he could presume his odds favorable that he might accomplish his ambitions after all. Sarim was not so ambitious for the glory of leadership or war or such things. While he was a seasoned fighter and was adept if given the responsibility to lead (his subordinates usually had positive testimony), the poet in him seemed to take priority and he rather aimed to savor the wonders of life. Lving as a traveler was a great adventure, but he wondered now as the years were coming on if he should seek to plant himself down soon. Perhaps a harem or a little patch of paradise for himself would be enough. The stallion grunted and seemed to pick up the slack. No. That really was not enough. He needed a little more than to be a mere nobody in this land of opportunity. It was the reason why he was here. Maybe not a king, maybe yes a king but nothing all at once. He was patient. He would bide his time. Just as he concluded his thoughts, something caught his attention and he slowed before suddenly shifting directions. The dark mahogany virile was not flying per say, he was moving quietly at a hasty trot, carefully picking his hoof-falls as he went.
Before long he stopped dead in his tracks as a mare nearly ran head first into him. Al-Sarim smiled at his luck, though the lady had an expression to say she was thinking the opposite he was. "Excuse me, doll face, but you're blocking my way." He had been breathing a little heavy up until she spoke these words, a bright smile forming on his lips. "What is your hurry beautiful? The evening has only just begun." There was play in his voice but he had a good feeling that the mare was fast trying to evade him. He could not help but appear a bit longing for such company, this stranger of a vixen was but his second encounter with a female since entering Mustang...in a while to be more precise.
Al-Sarim||Stallion||Age Seven||Dark Bay||Andalusian.Anglo-Arabian.AkhalTeke||16.1hh
Tags: Vladre (Sayl)
Words: 391
OOC: no worries! ^^
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Post by Sayl on Jan 17, 2015 10:03:57 GMT -7
| MARE, SEVEN, DARK SLATE GRULLO, 15.1HH | |
The vibrant painted maiden allowed herself to step away from the stallion, leaving a good five feet between them. Her cocoa orbs rested easily on the stallion's face, examining every flaw and aspect his body had to offer. His deep colored eyes were infused with shades of brown, just as hers were. She changed her view quickly, knowing she could easily get lost in those gazers. It was only a few seconds before she noticed that her orbs were soon glued back to his body, tracing his sweaty muscles, and watching intently as his tail flicked the few insects away that were buzzing about.
The vixen found herself slowly inching forward to the brute as his vocal chords chipped away at the frozen air. "What is your hurry beautiful? The evening has only just begun." Vladre flicked her ears to the back of her crown. She hated when people called her beautiful, though her appearance was an eye-catcher, her personality was incredibly far off. It was a face that did not fit the description.
"Careful dear, looks can be deceiving."
The grullo mare swiftly twisted her bodice to the side, allowing the stallion to grasp a view of her beautiful painted body. She swung her head back to look at the beast, hoping to see him melting at the knees, and sent a flirtatious wink his way. Ah, how she toyed with the boys heart strings. It was quite honestly one of her favorite pastimes. She also clearly avoided the man's question, for she believed he'd be better of not knowing what she was doing in the middle of no where. However, Vladre was curious to know what the stallion wanted here. He seemed to be interesting, to say the least. Not every brute decided to stay and flirt with random mares he found in the fog.
"Now, move."
The mare's voice slipped from her tongue and crisply entered the silenced air. Her command was blunt, and perhaps rude, but she no longer cared. This stallion was taking up too much of her time, and she needed to start heading back to lower elevation. Hopefully, the stranger would allow her to leave without testing her. But, she knew that was never the case.
NOTES ; agh i kinda actually love them together ;u;
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Post by vnes♥ on Jan 17, 2015 17:56:39 GMT -7
Al-Sarim [Lionhearts and Misfits]
I chanced an encounter with lion's concubine,
The woman was succulent, mysterious and exotic,
Could a man die of longing for a taste of the divine?
The perfumed oil on her skin and the ornament in her hair,
I took what I could steal in what time we were given.
And dared to see the heavens as it is in the lion's lair.
Al-Sarim suppressed the urge to chuckle somewhat as the mare quickly backed away. He sensed that if she could dig a chasm between them, she very well would have done so. The sahib held his gaze while the minx turned to look away, then did his eyes travel down her serpentine. As she stepped to the side, he only continued to worship her slender build, her smoky tan skin painted imprinted with a cloud tailored for her. Ever observant, the hellion noted her irritation at his comment and his smile deepened a bit. He tilted his crown mildly, letting his forelock cascade across his face. Oh the lady was not new to this game of cat and mouse. As for Sarim, he was perfectly content to be the mouse. "Careful dear, looks can be deceiving," she had said. The stallion snorted and nodded in agreement, all the while retaining his smile as he replied. "If that is so, then feel free to deceive me all you want love." There was some ruggedness in that tenor voice that was also soothing and lyrical at times (though there was a hint of edge when he has spoken).
"Now, move." At this he bellowed out a laugh. The grullo vixen apparently had the ability to shift between day, night, afternoon, harvest moon, and the like. There was a look of amusement in his eyes tangled with mischief. The brute, perhaps much to the femm's surprise did stand aside to let her pass. But as she would make to pass and depart and be rid of him for the rest of eternity, he closed the space again when she was of course much closer to him. This was perhaps unwise as the lady could easily resort to defense mechanisms such as striking him in some way or another, and he did not put it past this mare's ability to draw blood. However, Sarim anticipated this, welcomed it even. He but wanted to say, "I do believe you have yet to answer my question. Perhaps I can escort you to your destination...free of charge." He smiled. There was lust in his voice, but the eyes that held everything did not turn malicious. Rather Sarim's gaze was warm, welcoming and at the same time mysterious.
Something about the fae was also shrouded in fog and mystery and it intrigued him so. At the same time, at this proximity, his own longings for intimate company were also cursing him....the perfumed oil on her skin...Sarim recalled the line in his head.
Al-Sarim||Stallion||Age Seven||Dark Bay||Andalusian.Anglo-Arabian.AkhalTeke||16.1hh
Tags: Vladre (Sayl)
OOC: teehee troublemaker meets firecracker. XD
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Post by vnes♥ on Apr 4, 2015 16:40:49 GMT -7
bump!
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Post by vnes♥ on Apr 14, 2015 19:31:18 GMT -7
bump?
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I'm still Splashs on there!
I miss rping.
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