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Post by cici on Mar 25, 2024 18:17:47 GMT -7
The toe's of her striped hooves grazed lightly over the sand, stepping softly through the sands and debris. A shiver would ride down her spine at the impactful familiarity of the texture. It had been ages since she felt the soft rolling grains beneath her weight, sinking less and less with each step as she neared the shoreline. Hindsight would have granted her tired mind respite from the elements, affectionately beckoning the sooty mare to seek shelter and safety as opposed to following the unknown that her nose flirting for. Gently as she walked, she breathed over the sandy particles, feeling them spray away in every direction, seeking to escape the waves of breath disturbing their smooth valley's and microscopic dunes.
Taygetta moved slowly, the short bob that was remained of her once un-cut tail swished politely from one side of her quarters to the other, anticipating what was to come.
I'll be quick... she thought to herself innocently.
The chocolate doe bent slowly at her knee's, mis-matched optics painting the scene around her in quick stroke's, nostrils flaring to catch the scent of another soul that may linger nearby. Auditorials laid back over her poll, mocking the stoic severity of her concentration. A roll would do her good, rid her shedding coat of it's last seasonal fibers, and bring her overall satisfaction in the sandy texture -- ready to scratch her itch.
Snorting lightly she braced herself before landing with a 'huff' against the warm beach, bowing towards the sea on her knees. Immediately she outstretched her neck as she flattened, tangles in her long mane trapping sand in their knotted coils. She folded her hocks neatly beneath her underbelly, her long forelegs stretching out as she felt the heat of the sun bleed from the sand into her bodice. A sigh escaped the mare before she lowered her head again, this time in an attempt to flip herself to her other side. Embraced by the comfort of the roll, Tay let her guards fade away unintentionally, and revealed in the sensation of her her muscles relaxing against the warmth.
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Post by A z z y on Mar 26, 2024 6:58:49 GMT -7
K a s h m i r Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face And stars fill my dream
The mahogany and bone hued nomad wandered nonchalantly through the ocean of emerald grasses that blanketed the dunes he waded between. His peachy daggers sank into the ochre sediment, blurred half crescents marking his trail as the ocean wind rolled in, blasting him with granules of sand that rolled off the slopes. The air held an aroma of iodine, of salt and of the floral and fauna contained within the abyssal depths of the water, an entire other world he had little to no concept of, if truth be told. Kashmir moved forwards with long, languid strides, each blade forced into the sand with an eagerness that came from simply wishing to see the white crested, crashing waves for himself. It had been some time since he had felt the ocean spray upon his face, the waves breaking upon his limbs as they rolled in across the bay. The once eager walk became an excited jog, his nape held in a refined arch, his crest bulging at the apex of the curve as his teal optics eagerly sought a break in the labyrinth of dunes he found himself in. Kashmir pressed on, soon finding that gap he had longed for, he moved from between the sloping hills of sand, coming to a halt as the ivory granules dusted over his hooves, a soft breeze displacing them. His obsidian and snow hues tresses whipped against the solid slab of his nape, tousled violently into knots and whirls. Kashmir didn't mind particularly, he had never been one for a more refined appearance. Standing squarely between two dunes, the sea grasses wafting against his barrel, he inhaled deeply, thin layers of epithelium sliding over his orbs as he basked for a moment in the glowing sun and the aromas that swarmed him. It was then, and only then, as the direction of the wind changed, was his attention diverted from the promise of a dip in the sea to the aroma of a maiden. His eyes snapped open, shimmering gems of tanazanite sparkled beneath the glowing sun overhead as he scoured his attention across the sands. There, in the not so far distance, was a mare revelling in a roll upon the sand. A small, appreciative smile curled his lips then, his lobes dancing atop his atlas - one facing the water, one located upon the maiden. Briefly, he peered along the bay, the only being present, apart from her, was himself. Kashmir silently deliberated his options, he did not want her to consider him a threat, yet he did not want to intrude upon what looked to be a somewhat satisfying roll. Another belch of the ocean air rolled over him, dragging his obsidian tresses to the side, a look perhaps suited to a desert-living Arabian as opposed to a vagabond like he. Without another thought on the matter, he moved in her direction, his gait easy - neither too fast nor so slow it could be misconstrued as predatory. He crossed the white sands until he was but ten feet from the earth bound minx and halted. Attractive as she was, he was not one to dwell on these notions, less it became his business to. Clearing his throat, Kashmir allowed a genuine smile to curl his lips in her direction. Forgive me, he began, his words easy as they left his swarthy lips. I did not want to alarm you, given it is just you and I here… he chuckled, realising exactly how ridiculous he sounded. I mean you no harm, he mused, dipping his atlas in kind as he made his way to move away from her and to the ocean. cici"Others speech"Kashmir's speechI'm a traveler of both time and space To be where I have been
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Post by cici on Mar 26, 2024 20:07:18 GMT -7
She was engulfed within this simple pleasure, letting the hot sands shift and sink -- making room for her petite, yet flexible chocolate form to stretch and move, flattening out what was once beautifully patterned waves of miniature dune's. A soft snort emitted from her flared nostrils, sand clinging to her already rustic coat in random patches, the granules savoring the light layer of sweat she'd managed to work up earlier making her way over the desert terrain.
Tay succeed in completing a 180 degree turn, raking her top line into the sand as her weight shifted over, and her hooves swiped over the sky. Mismatched eyes remained closed, auditories flipping forward quickly as she settled herself on her stomach briefly legs folded beneath her. The rest of her froze at the sound of a voice... It was deep, and some corners of his syllables seemed to bare droplets of honey. "Forgive me..." -- her musculature tensed, and the mare gave a simultaneous small gasp before she quickly brought herself back to her feet with a quick shift in her weight -- a small scramble as she observed the bay and white painted stag to her side not far away.
She said nothing at first, her surprised expression honed with a little bit of embarrassment. She'd managed to let her guard down enough to not even notice he'd approached her, and not only that she'd been lost in the sandy bedding beneath them. Her side faced the stag as he spoke, his smile allowing her stature to ease a bit, though it was clear she was still a bit startled. Her neck set low and her ears twisted around them before locking in on the stag's voice. Like a song it seemed to catch her attention easily. "Do you!?" she watched him with heightened alarm, some sass behind her surprised response. The ring in his nose catching a momentary glisten from the sun, catching her curiosity, and a soft breeze pulling from the nearby shore brought a refreshing sweep of salty air over them both, wrestling with strands of mane and tail.
Her maw had opened to speak, but before she could ask him her query, the stag had turned towards the shoreline. She watched him carefully, no alarms blazing in her mind or body. He was nothing she'd come across before, and even in such a short amount of time her interest had peaked. She took a few steps after him, delicate legs carrying her towards his hip as she reached out with a sweet, and curious tone to her voice. "I did not think i'd disturb anyone's peace here... My apologies." she commented, still watching him intently.
A short silence followed her before she stuck out her dial his way, extending her nose, her neck low and her body showing no ill intent. "Where are you going?" She watched cautiously as he ambled for the shoreline, surprise in her words yet there was still a shy-ness to her tone of voice. Tay stopped walking just short of the splashing waves, observing the stag who seemed to harbor no ill-will -- she trusted her gut enough to not run for the dune's immediately -- at least not yet. He was large a solid foot taller than herself at the withers, and knightly in the way he carried himself. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't at least a little intimidated, thus keeping her guards up still, remaining a few meters from the stag at all times. Her eye's however were stuck to him, like a moth hovering over a porch light they remained glued to his movements. Auditorials seemed eager to catch his voice -- if he were to give it to her again.
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Post by A z z y on Apr 3, 2024 9:24:35 GMT -7
K a s h m i r Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face And stars fill my dream
It was never his intention to startle the maiden, especially as she indulged in what seemed to be quite an enjoyable roll within the ochre sands. Her withers dug into the sediment, garnering her enough traction to reach the other side of her mass. Her limbs failed as she shifted from one side to the next, blissfully unaware of his presence. That was, until she wasn't. As his greeting dissipated into silence, she rose abruptly from her roll, gathering herself despite the painted visage of surprise she wore so well. A genuinely warm smile curled his lips, one that was not apologetic or shameful, for he was neither, but perhaps slightly amused by her sudden change in demeanour. Then again, even he knew not all equines, mare or stallion, were as free of ill will as he. No, when it came to Kashmir, the virile was only violent when it was necessary, when all other options had been exhausted, then and only then would he go for the throat. And rarely did he miss. The polished walnut and bone hued stallion felt his own musculature ease slightly as he observed hers to. If she was not threatened by his presence, then he would not need to defend himself should she decide to unleash hell upon him. Do you?! She demanded from him, her tones seasoned with some spice, a similar tone he had observed royalty or nobleman to talk with. Kashmir allowed his smile to form into a grin, a handsome line that split his features. Those viridian optics sparkling much like the vast expanse of ocean behind him as his atlas was held slightly to the left, the soft wave of his abyssal tresses framing that beguiling countenance. Kashmir drew himself into a slightly firmer pose, one reminiscent of a hollowed suit of armour, tense, lifeless, if only for a moment. Do I what? he queried in response, his inquisition gentle, free of malice. Do I mean you harm? No, if I did, I'd have missed my moment… he jerked his chin to the dent in the beach where she had been but moments before. However, he had never been one to intrude lest it entirely necessary, and so, with a polite inclination of his atlas and a smile, he moved off. How ever many strides he had taken across the shore, he didn't know before the rhythm of dainty thuds across the sand caused a single lobe to flick backwards in her direction. "I did not think i'd disturb anyone's peace here... My apologies.” Kashmir's stride slowed, allowing her to fall into step beside him. No apology needed, if anyone disturbed anyone it was I, he spoke with a playful tone, his gaze holding her within its grips gently as he continued into the surf. Where are you going? she asked him, a genuine softness to her voice that caused him to stop and face her entirely as the ocean lapped at his canon bones. Well you see, my father is a fish and I've not seen him in a while… he trailed off, the Atlantic depths of his optics threatening to drag her down to the deep, if she'd allow it. A rumble of a chuckle shivered through him then, his muscled nape shaking slightly, the obsidian ropes of his mane looped over one another, knotted by the sea spray and wind. In all honesty, I haven't seen the ocean for many years, it's about time I paid her a visit, the nomad grinned at her, his tail lashing slightly before landing upon the water’s surface and splaying out behind him. I am Kashmir, he announced, figuring it was only polite given she had followed him despite him ruining her moment of solace. You're welcome to join, although it isn't the warmest…cici "Others speech"Kashmir's speechI'm a traveler of both time and space To be where I have been
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Post by cici on Apr 24, 2024 0:46:17 GMT -7
In what felt like seconds, the mare felt her spontaneous startled reaction dissipating, and in it’s place came a rather relaxed and — dare she admit — somewhat embarrassed momentary expression crossing her mind. She hadn’t meant to snap at the gentle stag, having little room to stammer over her own legs let alone her words in such an embarrassing predicament. He however didn’t seem to stir her gut instincts into a twisted knot of red flags — no — he was different.
Tay gently straightened and shifted her hooves until her features appeared more lady-like, proper… yet confident where she now stood. Choosing to spare her gaze from meeting his for a moment, she listened intently to his words — surprising herself at just how difficult it was to avert her gaze from meeting some outline of a muscle of his shoulder, or a rigid split of bay and white on his pelt, all of it catching her attention more than she cared to admit. The wind catching both of their attention seemed to give her enough of a snap-out-of-it moment to finally speak. ”You’re far from wrong, sir.” the doe smiled briefly, craning her neck to glance back to the obscure flat roll spot.
If it were even possible to see the small blush that appeared across Taygetta’s features she’d had passed away right then and there. Not only had she let her guard down long enough to allow another to get so close to her only moments ago, but she was also feeling the rolling of her eyes at herself internally because of her ridiculous reaction. When she’d turn her attention back to the stag he had already been on the move towards what seemed like his initial destination.
She jogged slowly and un-alarmingly, allowing her petite frame to catch up to the stag just as he teased her. Mismatched optics fell from him to the salty waves that crashed against her pasterns. Her auds twisted towards him as he replied with his legend of a tale. The mare couldn’t help but smile sheepishly underneath a furrowed brow, initially clutching her pearls at his response before finding the whimsy in his care-free attitude — something that was surely contributing more towards her first impressions of him.
”So far you do seem a lot like your father’s son.” the doe responded with a teasing tone to her already harmless voice. A mischievous smile crossing her maw, and a light giggle escaping her chest, unable to help herself from joking alongside this handsome stranger. Tay observed the stag as he waded out a little further, the water lapping at his underbelly like a great ship being put out to sea on it’s maiden voyage. Tay followed suit, slower, more stealth as if she was nervous to disrupt the waters surface any more than it already was. As she stepped out deeper the cold forced a breath from her lungs, yet the icy sensations kissed over her sore muscles like cool healing touches.
”Taygetta.” There had been a brief pause before she decided on giving him her true name, her voice quiet, and the heaviness her name once held seemed to have lightened on her own tongue, an odd sensation to her within the moment. She smiled lightly again, feeling the water push at her chest, her short tail floating over the surface, half of her mane dipped in the salty waters, while her top line remained untouched and sand-stained. ”Kashmir,” she echoed his name quietly, hardly above a whisper as though logging him into her mind's file cabinets. ”I’ll be honest, swimming has never been a strong suit of mine.” she allowed her nose to delicately sniff at the waters surface, embracing the brine and sea-life aroma as it infiltrated her senses. "Perhaps not out of clumsiness so much as inexperience." Calmly she kept one eye on the stranger, figuring she could just leave — there was, of course, nothing stopping her.
So why wasn’t she?
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