Somewhere Far From Here (Open/Any) - Printable Version +- Beqanna (https://beqanna.com/forum) +-- Forum: OOC (https://beqanna.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=24) +--- Forum: Archive (https://beqanna.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=81) +---- Forum: Field (https://beqanna.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?fid=2) +---- Thread: Somewhere Far From Here (Open/Any) (/showthread.php?tid=7436) |
Somewhere Far From Here (Open/Any) - Peyote - 03-18-2016 Disturbed Perturbed and dramatic
are just a few words
to describe the odd
sabino mare
Peyote.
Original,
Unique,
one of a kind
for sure.
She tossed her head
and the voices in it rattled.
The clouds in the sky
morphed through various
shapes as she stared on
lost in another dimension
somewhere.
Normal
was not an optionfor her. Normal was not an expectation she could meet. Far off in the distance she could hear voices laughing, friendly voices. They were actually coming from nearby. What would they think of her here? She was banished from her last home for being so morbidly odd out there lost in her head. She did not know how to be fully present. RE: Somewhere Far From Here (Open/Any) - Phaedrus - 03-21-2016 PHAEDRUS
No one could claim to know him, for he barely knew himself. He wasn't angry, he had never tasted the cup of sadness. His drought had been that of coldness. A grey world full of nothing. He didn't feel like he was anything, he didn't feel that the world owed him a drop. No He was the epitamy of dissapointment. There has and never would be a soul that could come across him and think of him as something more then that. For that was all he had been, all that he would be. People would always want more of him, and yet he would always give less. The more they expected the worse they would receive from him. Not even a queen could raise him without dissapointment. This was a conversation often repeated in his thoughts. Rittled with the scars of one battle, his herd completely silent and miserable. His kingdom further into depression than ever before. He found himself still wandering in the feild searching for any soul that would offer any encouragement to the kingdom and/or herd. Depending on their tastes of course. Maybe it was for his own personal encouragement. Maybe it was completely and totally a selfish way of asking if he was indeed worthy of the gifts he had. But his chances of success were fading by the day... if there was any chance to begin with. Plodding through the feild his eyes settle on a lone mare. Hi he grunts to he in greeting. He had tried to be the friendly easy going talkative pal that most would like. But it just wasn't in him. It wore him out and he found himself always trying to seclude and isolate himself after such encounters. I'm Phaedrus he pauses a slight distance away wary of any flicker of discomfort from her. of the Dale He adds it as an after thought. i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must RE: Somewhere Far From Here (Open/Any) - Peyote - 03-22-2016 A voice, a presence, pulled her back to what others refer to as reality. There was a lingering feeling that swelled in the mares chest and throat. Social interactions always made her anxious. Now, she had no choice she must at least try to fake some sort of normalcy to attempt to blend in with her surroundings. Her orbs glanced over his scarred physique. Maybe he had some secrets hiding as well. The grey roan sabino took a deep breath in and tried to relax her body, appear a little less tense maybe. "I am called Peyote." RE: Somewhere Far From Here (Open/Any) - Phaedrus - 03-24-2016 PHAEDRUS
Formalities, that was all they were. Words spoken from a sweet gential need for civil company. Looking for a home Peyote? he gets straight to the point uncomfortable with lingering on the formal beating of the bush. Stepping up to her he drapes his wing across her back with a sincere smile on his midnight lips. They were as oposite as oposite gets. Black on white, enormous against petiete. Blue and wings swallowing her in their shadow. Sorry, that was rude He grunts, shifting with a bit of discomfort, Is there something I can help you with Peyote? Maybe the smooth over would soothe his otherswise short words and even shorter sentences. Tail flicks, birds fly, the world turns and he is left standing there hoping he didn't botch the whole deal. i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must RE: Somewhere Far From Here (Open/Any) - Peyote - 03-25-2016 He spoke then suddenly he draped his large feathers over her and she huffed and side stepped. Physical interaction was a whole other kind of uncomfortable for the sabino maiden. He smiled though and for some reason she kind of liked that and the warmth of his flesh. She paused. Home? She could not believe he made the offer so soon. What if she was crazy? a complete lunatic? She let out a deep sigh some from disbelief and some from relief. "Straight to the point are we? and what if I were to be some sort of murderess maniac?" A light giggle escaped her lips. It was almost even bubbly.... Was dear crazy Peyote flirting? RE: Somewhere Far From Here (Open/Any) - Phaedrus - 03-26-2016 PHAEDRUS He chuckles as she steps away and he shrugs it off, letting his limp wing drop to his side kissing the grasses with its length. Feathers stroke the earthen floor, almost as one would do to a pet, but its not his doing by which this occurs. No the winds pick up slightly and string his blue mane across his vision obscuring the chocolate colored eyes. She had a sort of warm appeal to her. Her speckled hide easy to travel over. It was relaxing to trace each spot with his eyes. Her eyes was a whole nother matter. He looks into them and for a moment can't seem to pull himself away. Dont think you could be as bad as some of the others already there. He chuckles agian, the drama that went on in the Golden Plains was far beyond anything she could cause. If anything her crazyness would fit right in with the others. Besides I can handle it. He stretches his neck weaving it so that it almost appeared snake like longer then any horses should be. i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must RE: Somewhere Far From Here (Open/Any) - Peyote - 03-27-2016 Peyote Whimsy... Whimsical it was something about him maybe it was his wings? Peyote was awakened by the chill wind of winter starting to set in. Decisions. The sabino did not like making them. She was not very good at it as you see she is not good about commitments of most sorts. Maiden reached out and lightly nipped at the studs chest. She was ready to play a bit of cat and mouse game. "Oh you don't know the trouble I can cause." She nuzzles her head and neck under his chin and is almost purring like a kitten in his lap. Well Peyote, play your game. image credit venomxbaby-html by Call |