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searching for myself [Imperial, Deiti] - Jesper - 03-08-2018
Since meeting his grandfather, a spark of curiosity burned inside the raven steed. He could not help but wonder if he might live among his blood – perhaps, a brother or, sister? Or, maybe even a cousin? Do I have other living relatives? Are they scattered across all of the lands of Beqanna? Or, are they bonded together in one Kingdom? The Anglo-Arabian male could not help but feel a strong need to seek out his familial ties. They might not be able to fulfill his mission to find out who he is but, at least, he would try.
It is this very spark, which awakens Jesper to the soft light of a wintery day. Relaxed fetlock straightens as weight redistributes evenly across quad limbs. Poll rises before crest arches to stretch spinal ligaments, tendons, and muscles. Tufted lobes flutter as whiskered muzzle draws in towards breast for a moment. Hock-kisser then snaps against cannon bone as if signaling to release the tension. Chassis uncoils and, as circulation begins to warm torso, Jesper splays forelimbs to better balance himself for a whole body shake. Grunt of satisfaction emits from vocal chords before unshod keratin begin to shuffle forward across the frozen earth. Icy blue gaze notes the rising sun as stiff limbs loosen. Muscled hindquarters direct stallion in a slightly northwest direction away from Sylva and towards the hills of Loess. Jesper figured the rolling landscape right next door would suit this brisk day, perfectly. Brief journey soon successfully delivers ebony steed to the border between his new home and, its neighbor. He shows no hesitation as he steps into the new land and, casual pace continues with ease. Noble cranium hangs in a relaxed manner in hopes of portraying that his intentions were amicable. Auricles swivel carefully in response to the hush of the crisp breeze that whispers past his flared nostrils and, jives with his cascading array of onyx locks.
@[Imperial] @[Deiti]
It is this very spark, which awakens Jesper to the soft light of a wintery day. Relaxed fetlock straightens as weight redistributes evenly across quad limbs. Poll rises before crest arches to stretch spinal ligaments, tendons, and muscles. Tufted lobes flutter as whiskered muzzle draws in towards breast for a moment. Hock-kisser then snaps against cannon bone as if signaling to release the tension. Chassis uncoils and, as circulation begins to warm torso, Jesper splays forelimbs to better balance himself for a whole body shake. Grunt of satisfaction emits from vocal chords before unshod keratin begin to shuffle forward across the frozen earth. Icy blue gaze notes the rising sun as stiff limbs loosen. Muscled hindquarters direct stallion in a slightly northwest direction away from Sylva and towards the hills of Loess. Jesper figured the rolling landscape right next door would suit this brisk day, perfectly. Brief journey soon successfully delivers ebony steed to the border between his new home and, its neighbor. He shows no hesitation as he steps into the new land and, casual pace continues with ease. Noble cranium hangs in a relaxed manner in hopes of portraying that his intentions were amicable. Auricles swivel carefully in response to the hush of the crisp breeze that whispers past his flared nostrils and, jives with his cascading array of onyx locks.
@[Imperial] @[Deiti]
RE: searching for myself [Imperial, Deiti] - Deiti - 03-10-2018
A God's Creation: Carnage X Dynast
DEITI
@[Jesper]
RE: searching for myself [Imperial, Deiti] - Jesper - 03-11-2018
Each step further into Loess brings the uneven terrain to onyx steed’s attention. Light blue gaze surveys the many crags and rolls of the land to navigate, carefully, lithe physique and unshod hooves over smoothest earth possible. Jesper dare not allow his mind to wander while he is in motion for a misplaced step could result in a bowed tendon. While vision focuses on how to best navigate this new territory, lobes and nares work to detect living forms aside from the various flora. It is not long after that sensitive nasal caverns flood with the fragrance of another – a female. Her perfume is a tantalizing mix of sweet floral and, salty water. It dances across his palate and, entices him to lift his poll and, widen his nares to permit her to consume him. For a few moments, anyways. Poll tosses in an effort to rid haze from mind as young male scolds himself for becoming so easily enchanted. In several more strides, ceil blue orbs rest on the raven figure who ensnared him moments ago. Not that he isn’t still interested. He had just gotten ahold of himself, for now.
This is his first encounter with a lady and, she is certainly a sight to behold. Poll remains elevated though, crest contracts to arch and, draw whiskered muzzle into breast. Limbs cease movement as miss takes note of him. Jesper decides to pause here and, allow her to approach at her own will. Nape relaxes slightly to lower cranium and, hopefully, makes him seem less imposing. Respiratory rate remains calm while full attention is upon sable female. Her words permeate male’s thoughts, through pricked ears, with their smooth tone and, diplomatic greeting. Own voice forms a reply to her question, with honest words, in a gentle tone. “Good day, miss. I seek my family. My mother died giving birth to me and, well, my father was never around. I would just like to know if I have any ties here.” After a brief hesitation, Jesper takes a single step towards her. Then, he introduces himself. “You can call me, Jesper. What may I call you?”
@[Deiti]
This is his first encounter with a lady and, she is certainly a sight to behold. Poll remains elevated though, crest contracts to arch and, draw whiskered muzzle into breast. Limbs cease movement as miss takes note of him. Jesper decides to pause here and, allow her to approach at her own will. Nape relaxes slightly to lower cranium and, hopefully, makes him seem less imposing. Respiratory rate remains calm while full attention is upon sable female. Her words permeate male’s thoughts, through pricked ears, with their smooth tone and, diplomatic greeting. Own voice forms a reply to her question, with honest words, in a gentle tone. “Good day, miss. I seek my family. My mother died giving birth to me and, well, my father was never around. I would just like to know if I have any ties here.” After a brief hesitation, Jesper takes a single step towards her. Then, he introduces himself. “You can call me, Jesper. What may I call you?”
@[Deiti]
RE: searching for myself [Imperial, Deiti] - Deiti - 03-11-2018
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A God's Creation: Carnage X Dynast
DEITI
@[Jesper]
RE: searching for myself [Imperial, Deiti] - Jesper - 03-13-2018
Jesper is naïve to the world of Beqanna but, even more so, to the world of women. He can only hope that Deiti – he repeats her name aloud now, in a mere whisper, “Deiti” – is representative of her gender. Do all women entice men this much? Thought lingers briefly in immature male’s skull before belle’s tantalizing tone invites him to follow her. Left lobe remains pricked towards the ebony minx while right lobe scans the horizon for hints of an interruption. Light blue gaze meets her own blue orbs and, poll dips acknowledging and, accepting her invitation. Leanly muscled haunches glide quad limbs into an easy stroll, for a few steps, before raven steed pauses for a moment.
“Would you lead the way to your father, Deiti?” Four-beat amble resumes once dame shifts into motion and, directs the pair. Elegant and noble equine maintains a respectable distance between himself and, the young lady. He purposefully chooses to keep his muzzle parallel to her flank in order to prevent his gaze from fixing itself to her rump. Bronc forces attention to hone in on the uneven terrain so, he may navigate the footing with care. Jesper soon settles into their stroll, with the daystar, now at its peak, warming his back and, finds more gentle words. “My mother’s name was Bethanie. Her father is Brennen of Ischia – whom, I have met. I know much less of my sire. My mother told me his name before she passed but, that was years ago.” Jesper falls silent as he tries to recall. “Car-“ Nostrils flutter with frustration as gent attempts to tap the distant memory. Tone of voice reveals his uncertainty as male attempts to sound it out. “Car-nage, I believe.”
@[Deiti]
RE: searching for myself [Imperial, Deiti] - Deiti - 03-13-2018
A God's Creation: Carnage X Dynast
DEITI
@[Jesper] I'll bring Imperial in next
RE: searching for myself [Imperial, Deiti] - Imperial - 03-20-2018
@[Jesper] <3
RE: searching for myself [Imperial, Deiti] - Jesper - 03-20-2018
Previously alert ears droop to half-mast and, lungs push an exhale out of salmon-lined nostrils when onyx dame reveals that she knows nothing of his lineage. Hopefully, her father can help! Thought replaces bounce in steed’s step and, focus shifts to navigating the unfamiliar terrain. He processes her words with care until her miscalculation interrupts her monologue. Whiskered labrums curve into a smile and, light laugh emits from vocal chords. Before long, the raven-hued pair are back in motion and, presumably on the correct course. Acute acoustics soon detect the approaching drum of hooves, in a four-beat pattern, on the solid ground. Poll lifts and, lobes hone in on the sound of breaking branches to their left.
When the charcoal and silver beast emerges, lounging from the cover of brush, limbs scramble to a halt. Lobes pin themselves to poll as skull tosses into the light blue ceiling. Weight shifts onto hind pillars before front limbs push chassis in reverse. Poll lowers as Jesper decides it best to submit here. Thoracic cavity swells and heaves for a few breaths until male realizes that the other now stands his ground. Tapered muzzle lifts and, aquamarine orbs lock with stallion’s sapphire gaze. Lobes now unfold from beneath tangled locks as Imperial bellows at him. As his deep voice retracts and, leaves space for Jesper to reply, the black swallows, hard. He then, takes a step forward and, addresses Deiti’s guardian.
“My name is Jesper. I came to Loess in search of my family and, your daughter is kind enough to offer her assistance.” Black pauses here and, processes what he has said before he continues. “Well, she said you might be able to help me. I think we got off on the wrong hoof. I have no ill intentions with Deiti. I merely need a little help.” Gaze softens and pleads his innocence as he stands before the thicker-boned bronc, hoping he would retract his claws and, let down his guard. Not once did Jesper shift his gaze onto the black female in hopes that Imperial would note this and, see that he would make no advances on his darling, Deiti.
@[Deiti] @[Imperial]
When the charcoal and silver beast emerges, lounging from the cover of brush, limbs scramble to a halt. Lobes pin themselves to poll as skull tosses into the light blue ceiling. Weight shifts onto hind pillars before front limbs push chassis in reverse. Poll lowers as Jesper decides it best to submit here. Thoracic cavity swells and heaves for a few breaths until male realizes that the other now stands his ground. Tapered muzzle lifts and, aquamarine orbs lock with stallion’s sapphire gaze. Lobes now unfold from beneath tangled locks as Imperial bellows at him. As his deep voice retracts and, leaves space for Jesper to reply, the black swallows, hard. He then, takes a step forward and, addresses Deiti’s guardian.
“My name is Jesper. I came to Loess in search of my family and, your daughter is kind enough to offer her assistance.” Black pauses here and, processes what he has said before he continues. “Well, she said you might be able to help me. I think we got off on the wrong hoof. I have no ill intentions with Deiti. I merely need a little help.” Gaze softens and pleads his innocence as he stands before the thicker-boned bronc, hoping he would retract his claws and, let down his guard. Not once did Jesper shift his gaze onto the black female in hopes that Imperial would note this and, see that he would make no advances on his darling, Deiti.
@[Deiti] @[Imperial]
RE: searching for myself [Imperial, Deiti] - Imperial - 03-20-2018
@[Jesper] if you want to go next I'll bring Deiti in after... To calm the situation lol
RE: searching for myself [Imperial, Deiti] - Jesper - 03-20-2018
Okay, so words are not really helping. Jesper could feel Imperial’s sapphire gaze boring a hole in his onyx pelt. Under the pressure, own gaze remains low along with poll. Tufted lobes remain out to the side as smaller male listens carefully to charcoal-and-smoke colored stallion’s line of questions. Although eager to put other’s mind at ease, steed respectfully awaits for him to finish before finding his voice. Words emit in a soft tone, which aims to match the remainder of body language.
“I do not know where they live. I started here, in Loess, because it borders my current home, Sylva.” He can only hope this answer pacifies the what/why. He continues carefully with light, yet unwavering, voice. “I was born to Bethanie. I say ‘was’ because she passed away after giving birth to me.” Charcoal eyelids close over glossy orbs as male expresses his grief. “A close family friend raised me until I was old enough to take care of myself. I have been doing so ever since. Just before she passed, she told me some names of my family members. I can only remember a couple, though: Brennen, my maternal grandfather, whom I found in Ischia; and, Carnage, my father. He was some father though; never around. I do not know anything else about him.” Voice trails off here as Jesper did not know what else to say.
@[Deiti] @[Imperial]
“I do not know where they live. I started here, in Loess, because it borders my current home, Sylva.” He can only hope this answer pacifies the what/why. He continues carefully with light, yet unwavering, voice. “I was born to Bethanie. I say ‘was’ because she passed away after giving birth to me.” Charcoal eyelids close over glossy orbs as male expresses his grief. “A close family friend raised me until I was old enough to take care of myself. I have been doing so ever since. Just before she passed, she told me some names of my family members. I can only remember a couple, though: Brennen, my maternal grandfather, whom I found in Ischia; and, Carnage, my father. He was some father though; never around. I do not know anything else about him.” Voice trails off here as Jesper did not know what else to say.
@[Deiti] @[Imperial]