SPRING The weather is slowly warming up once again. Plants and flowers and beginning to spring up and brightening the landscape again. While most days are quite plesant, storms are certain to pass by from time to time.
May 10, 2014
With the activity check closed, boards will be cleaned up and hopefully we can get some activity going here again! Some tension between the angelics and possessed is still brewing, and if you'd like to be a part of that, be sure to check out the plotting board where you can find the thread on that. Let's try to get some more activity going everyone! Also, the items for characters idea is still being worked on by staff. - Tigress
Agathia found herself in a sort of mourning. No matter where she traveled to, the lands seemed barren and empty. Empty yet soulful eyes wandered around as her ears swiveled scanning for life. It seemed as though everyone had disappeared; ravens included. The pale mare sighed deeply. It seemed she was the only one around for miles aside from Rosaline. She wondered how the earth could be so dead and alive at once and if it were possible that she was the only one left on the entire island chain.
The lands were so quiet. They had been for quite a time, horses coming and going again as the seasons moved on. At least, Awry guessed that was why they had left again. In truth, he had no idea; all he knew was that the world had fallen silent, and he didn’t like it.
Snorting out another hot breath into the cool autumn air, he pushed on over another sandy slope, pausing at the top to gaze across the deserts. Only one other figure resided here now, as far as he could tell – the little grey he had spotted earlier and taken a roundabout route towards. Where was she going, he wondered. And where had she come from? Most of the horses around now were all herd members from one island or another, and they were all safely tucked away inside the herd territory. Only a fool of a stallion would let one of his mares wander this far out, alone.
Down the slope he went, trotting along confidently until he was within easy speaking distance. With plenty of space between them still, he stopped, running his eyes over her pretty, petite frame. She was a beauty; not as beautiful as his cream-coloured mares, but beautiful all the same. “Well then,” he mused. “What is something as precious as you doing out here, all alone?”
The Words 225 The Tagged Nikk w/Agathia The Setting Desert Of The Ravens The Muse Gud The Notes --
Ears perked forward as Agathia heard the sands shifting with the steps of another approaching. Her soft blue-gray eyes peered up at the sky, scanning for any signs of Rosaline, her raven. She wondered where her feathered companion could be and wished her age hadn't taken its toll on her other senses causing her blindness to be more of an impairment than it once was. The beautiful white mare with the pale gray hair snorted as she heard the footsteps draw closer to let the other know she knew they were approaching.
With a deep breath, she took note of their scent. Masculinity wreaked from the stranger and she tensed as he spoke. She wondered if his intentions were as sincere as he wanted her to think and wished more than anything that Rosaline would show up and be the mare's eyes. She was alone, though, and needed to take care as she always had. "Precious? An old crone such as myself is not as precious as any young gem you may find elsewhere. And what makes you think I am alone? Are appearances everything to you or do you pretend with assumptions as well as with sincerity?" Her words were woven with silk and she looked to him as well in the face as she knew she had with any other horse she had conversed with in her 12 long years.