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Post by vnes♥ on Feb 11, 2015 22:32:45 GMT -7
AL-SARIM [Lionhearts and Misfits]
It was yet before dawn, he had risen silent as death, leaving Ebony to sleep in while he roused. His bones were accustomed to rising before the sun. With winter coming, the air was a bit nippy to the touch and he shivered slightly as he found himself alone now and seeking water. The dark bay virile knew the liquid would be icy as he dipped he maw for a drink and let the stuff flow throughout him, waking him from the inside. He shook himself down and exhaled a white puff of mist as his eyes now looked about the lithe for any signs of life this twilight morning. The singing birds seemed to have gone off to warmer skies with the exception of the owl who stubbornly stuck to his tree den, just now perhaps catching a wink of sleep and ignoring the equine making noises below. Auds pricked as he listened to the mighty churn of the Liuwa River, who seemed even more angry this cold season that Sarim had to wonder why with an amused smile. Finding himself more or less alone, he decided to work on his poetic verses to pass the time.
The winter stars claim dominion,
As the night steals away the sands of day.
And beneath the dark and ethereal light,
Only the great lion braves to be by the riverside
Unchallenged, unquestioned, out-bested by none.
Lo do the misfits and lesser beasts lurk
In silent envy as the the great one reigns
Over that which all the desert craves,
Over the hearts of the gazelles and the wild boars,
Over all who fear the Lionheart.
There was a graceful silence following the recitation of the verse before he snorts and shakes his head finding the work needing, well...more work. Always of the desert, of the Lion and the water and the misfit and the lesser beasts. Sarim could not help it that his poetry would wander his memories back to the Old Kingdom, and to the desert where he became the mercenary he now was. Something stirred and pulled him from his thoughts. Calmly he looked about to see what he might chance to encounter at this hour.
Al-Sarim||Stallion||Age Seven||Dark Bay||Andalusian.Anglo-Arabian.AkhalTeke||16.1hh
TAGS: Nimiane (misko)
WORDS: 356
OOC: sorry for the wait on this!
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Post by misko on Mar 20, 2015 12:26:53 GMT -7
dawn -- a time not so much loved by the urchin. it lingered, pitched forth along the horizon. veiled by the rise of the woodlands that loomed, the verdant expanse that housed her wandering soul. dawn, it threatened to chase away the chill she'd held dear, to tear and wretch indigo from the skies; hellbent on painting it crimson and rose with it's blood. she is sentient, though still. unmoved, and unwavering despite how winter was bade to harangue and torment. it's arms enclosed about the young witch, it's clasp tight, a white-knuckled grip that urged the homeless youth forward. blighted with her own stubbornness, she remained. not yet tempted, goaded into further travel. it was the sound of another's breath falling against the snow, another's steps breaking through the ivory meld.
her ears cupped themselves towards the early sojourner, immediately curious of who it may be. it is a risk, to find them -- this much is understood with the ways of the wild. it would be a risk, to seek him out in the eerie din. however, it seemed moot to argue, to mull or ponder. for in her stillness, he'd found her. guided by fate alone, an accident one might say: he'd crossed her path. beneath the thick veil of lashes embraced by snow, her dark eyes reached for his. a smile seemed to rest along the blackened score of his lips, and in reflection hers were oddly still. emotionless, their contours held even and refused to emote. instead, a curiousness brightened the coal-like eyes. her chin, seemed to lift, defiant towards his gender, his natural share of gifts and endowments. words seemed to pool behind her teeth, and yet were quelled as she took in the stranger. a gift: allowing him to draw first blood. n i m i a n e
two years. female. palomino tobiano.
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Post by vnes♥ on Mar 30, 2015 3:19:12 GMT -7
AL-SARIM [Lionhearts and Misfits]
The children of chaos close their eyes,
Letting their battered hands rest with ease,
Side by side and by and by,
Enemy and friend beneath the same stars slumber.
Until the star-clad mistress flees again,
Her veil lifted and morning bringing truth to light.
The hellion did not quite expect to stumble upon the beauty that was, by some stroke of good luck, so happened to be along his path. He stops subtly, his movements are gentle and curious. There is a warm inviting smile on his lips, and those warm eyes meet the nymphs orbs with animated curiosity and interest. He immediately traced desert lineage to her. Was it her dark exotic eyes? Was it the richness of her gold and pearl skin? Perhaps it was the spirit of the barren lands embodied in him that allowed him to know, but something in him was certain she was descended from their lines. It could not go without saying that the belle was a picture of perfection and he felt himself rather drawn to her, to the dark her gaze and that touch of confidence about her. She would not be the one to question his purpose, to open this meeting. No. The lady would leave that to the dark stranger, and he did not mind in the least bit.
"Hello."
There were words that meant to follow thereafter, but nothing seemed worth while and so a string of silence followed. The mahogany-hued hessian motioned a bit closer though not encroaching what might be considered personal space. Poets were never truly at a loss when it came to describing the mysteries of a woman, so how should it be that words should fail the artist now? There was not a blemish to his darkness that was visible. The cool breeze did not pierce his winter coat, which was perhaps not so thick as the stockier equines, but it would do for his sleek form. Sarim found himself enchanted by the way the breeze just ruffled her mane lightly. He had once long ago, heard a tale of a man who had crossed a beautiful woman by the riverbed, and he claimed her for however long he could though she was not his to have. The sahib did not ponder on the story itself, for he was far too interested at his own present story and the dilemma of how he might just say something more than just a salutations to the nymph. Soon enough, some more words found him as he tilted his head mildly, there was uncertainty mingled with bold confidence it was odd but he felt sure to try the lady.
"Come and be my mare, love." There was something smooth and charming about that voice, a touch of edge to it. His grin that had faded momentarily as he seemed to be studying her every detail curled again, a gentle and non-menacing smile (for a change). The stallion was rather curious what the petite beauty would say or do in reaction to this brash invitation.
So the wise king spoke,
Testing the young and the bold.
Al-Sarim||Stallion||Age Seven||Dark Bay||Andalusian.Anglo-Arabian.AkhalTeke||16.1hh
TAGS: Nimiane (misko)
WORDS: 461
OOC: <3 love the way you post and nim is great and gorgeous btw!!!
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