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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 option
for 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.

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