composure.

[Viali]

yesterday I died
tomorrow's bleeding
fall into your l I g h t

Syna shivered ever so visibly as a voice seeking conversation so rudely dragged her out of her rambles. She was slightly annoyed, not because her thoughts were all that important or such, in truth they were rather meaningless and dull, rather it was that some one had the nerve to disturb her when she clearly preferred to be alone. Hearing the tone of voice this was asked in however, along with the words chosen, she was intrigued and persuaded to listen more and reply. Mare nodded her head in complete agreement of his words. " Indeed, I was starting to believe that I would have to go else where to have an intelligent conversation."

To her surprise and almost repulsion, Syna found a smile beginning to crack upon her face.As silence grew between, and somewhat awkward silence after all that chatter, she realized that she still had not of yet answered Triston's first comment. Which, despite what he might believe, held little to no offensive to her. The stallion though was thoughtful, unlike others, who might have had the sense to proffer the first comment without following up with the second. But I digress. " No, I was not waiting for the presence of another; I do not have the patience to wait for one that is so slow in forthcoming." Her voice was in it's usual tone, icy, though perhaps a bit more welcoming when speaking Triston.

"I haven't offered my name yet have I?" She continued, with a apologetic nod of the head, of which she was throughly repulsed of. Her manner was strangely off today, as it seems. " I have called myself Syna for a number of years." My true name, as it be, is Aeri. Thought Syna. After her 'mother' had abandoned her to chose her real child, which she had to grudgingly admit she would do in the same situation, Syna had partaken in a partial personality change. Hiding became the main objective.No, not from her mother; for she dearly wished to see her again and rip her limb from limb. Syna kept her self veiled from a deep set fear that she would harm those that she kept close to her heart. For she certainly would have. It was simply her nature to be vindictive. Enough about that though. As someone once said 'the past is the past and no more, so look towards the future.'


I had no idea why this memory choose to dart through my head, it wasn't significant in any form of fashion. The stallion, who I had been conversing with at the time, was barely known to me before we had parted. He had however, managed to rouse a desire in me. It had started as something similar to an itch; easy to ignore but forever constant. The desire had slowly, so slow in fact that I had paid only little notice of it growing, till it had reached a burning point in me heart. Of what type of need is this you question? Why, it is something that I thought to have abandoned long ago when my adopted mother left me in the ravounous jaws of a cougar; love.

With that considered, the memory does make some sense. I do hope that I would meet another stallion of such caliber, but that is rare now. Alas, every male seems to attempting to woo any female that they manage to get near. I want a real conversation, not a flirt fest. I skirted the meadows for that reason. The conversation the I would find their would be dull and unimaginative. My worst enemy. It would waste valuable time as well; not that I didn't have any spare time, in truth it was what my life was made up of, rather I just preferred to spend it on something worthwhile.

Like sleeping, which surprisingly, I wasn't doing right now. The dang sun had just risen, and I was completely awake. I would blame someone else, except for the fact that no one else is here! I hate mornings so much. The dew had mysteriously managed to soak my white locks till they were dripping, and make my cream colored pelt look like I had just ran 6 miles. I would go back to dream land except for the fact, it's so hot now. Curse you, Summer

Summer. It brings to mind a memory of long ago, back when I was a naive little filly.Stupid.A fool. Yet happy. I was happy; I had fun. Now...now I'm ice.

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the future's open wide
beyond believing
to know why
hope d I e s

[::MakybeDiva428::]

Irish Impression stood under the dead willow, his eyes following the golden mare. The shadows crept and made an eerie seen in the clearing as the sun slowly began to rise. Gold and yellow streaked the salmon tinted sky, an orange hue covering the clearing. The treetops were painted yellow, the sun blazing down on them. Already the day was hot, the air seeming heavy and thick to breath. The golden mare looked lost in thought, not seeming to notice her surroundings. Impression was sure she would notice him eventually. She was the cautious type of mare, one who knew if she was being watched.

Irish Impression watched the mare. His dial was tilted forward and his grey twinsets were perked. His skull was low to the ground, breathing in scents and drinking the air into his flaring nostrils. His coat was a dark grey, the dapples painted across it. His coat looked ebony in the dark shadows of the dead willow tree, the long dead canopy of swaying tendrils moving in the warm breeze that tainted the air. In the bright sunlight his mane was like glimmering steel silver, gently swaying in the warm breeze.

ooc: Sorry it's such a bad post!

[Viali]

yesterday I died
tomorrow's bleeding
fall into your l I g h t

"Ever heard of nickering? It works just as well."

Nevermind quieter.Merliana's tone was layered with sarcasm, as it usually was. She did not really mean to be so cruel but it was her nature,and she had no true qualms about revealing it to others. She preffered to not hide behind a mask, unless absolutly nessary. Some, however, believed that behind her hard shell hid a soft and gooey center. As if. No, Merliana was icy. Stallions particularly tried to believe this, so she tried to turn them off before they could even start. She had no hesitations about breaking hopes. This was why she stood, cranium held high, with a hopefully cold, and unbreakable exterior. Her palomino pelt was glossy from sweat, and random flowers annoying stuck to her legs. They were just about driving her mad.

I immediately knew why this memory decided to pop up. The stallions appearance was almost exactly the same as young Rajiia's . He was such an idiot when we first met. Probably still is; I wouldn't know. I really didn't stick around after his offensive comments towards me.

I wondered briefly if he thought I was small and dainty. The stallion probably thought so; most arrogant brutes did. From my quick glance I had determined that he was around 17 hh, and most likely a sport horse of some sort. Rajia was a sport horse, a thoroughbred, as well, and he was an utter ass if I ever saw one. I didn't expect this equid to be much different.

Still, having him just standing there was irritating me. Yes, I noticed him when he first came. I was a paranoid sort of creature; there was always someone there. Most of the times someone was. It sickened me. Can't anybody just leave me alone? Nope. I turned my head just a bit in the gray stallions direction, and hissed. " Come out already." My voice was quiet, I was unwilling to break the peaceful silence.


the future's open wide
beyond believing
to know why
hope d I e s

[::MakybeDiva428::]

Impression's ebony orbs followed the mare intently as she turned towards him, her golden hued coat flashing in the early morning light. Her voice was like a whip, lashing out at him in an attempt to hurt him. Still, he took no notice, obeying her command for his pillars to leave the dead fingers caressing him. He stepped out of the long dead fingers of the willow tree, his dappled coat flashing in the morning light. His mane and tail were like steel silk, running like a waterfall. His pillars were dark ebony.He had been a jumper, a fine one at that, and his pillars had rock-hard muscles rippling beneath the coal skin.

[Viali]

There is an offensive and defensive side to almost everything. Most noticeably in athletic activities and combat. The only way to score any points is when you're playing offense; so why wouldn't you want to stick yourself in that position whenever possible? Seems simple, if you want to get ahead. However, when going with the offensive position you leave your most precious items and effects unguarded. Defense is by definition something that defends, as a fortification, physical or mental. Therefore all your precious little instruments are guarded wither they be corporal or not. Besides, if you're not an honorable player, you can always cheat and lie your way to the top, with out ever having to dirty a hoof.

This is why I became defensive as the stallion first approached. I was not one who got to the top with honesty and hard work. I was a liar and extremely manipulative. I didn't say anything when the dappled brute approached. He could start conversation if he liked. I was quite comfortable with silence.

[::MakybeDiva428::]

The silence filled the Plateau , tainting the air as each horse either sized the other up or admired the other. Impression knew he was admiring her, but she would be sizing him up. The main lore in nature is flee or fight, so what would this mare knew. Her body movements were firm as she stood, facing him directly. Her body posture was hard to tell, starting defensive but becoming more offensive as he neared her. He stopped, his hoof beats silent as he had trotted across the bare ground. He dipped his alabaster skull, no wanting to seem a threat to the mare. "I am Irish impression" He said as he raised his silver painted skull, looking at the mare questionably. The sentence rang clear, sounding loud as both horses were silence.

[View]

Irish Impression, eh. That's a bit different from the normal string of names that I usually hear. It may be normal hear though. Back in the land I used to live in, names such as Miki, Shidishi, and Merliana circled. Of course such names as Sky and Rose existed; it was just less common. I smile at the memory of this names. Miki was a jaguar that I had met, Merliana a lynx, and Shidishi a wolf. Looking back on it, I realize that I didn't interact with members of my own species often. I would have to get used to it, this land was cluttered with equine and I had no where else to go. " Syna." I said curtly. Icy.

[::MakybeDiva428::]

Irish Impression stood as the mare thought over his name. It was a long one, his show name in a way. He had been bred by humans, which was why he held that name. his grand sire had been Irish Impress , and he himself held the "Irish" name that had been carried down through generations. He gave a snort as the mare said her name. "Syna" He said after her, evaluating the name

He looked at the mare, Syna, Intently. "That is a very...curious name" He said. "In a good way" he added, wondering fi he offended the mare. The name had a certain ring to it...

[Viali]

I blinked at the stallions words. That..that.. was something that I had not heard before. I had heard, 'oh your name is beautiful', 'what does it mean?', ' I wish my name was like yours'. That was tiresome. Yet, this was a bit different. " I wonder why. It doesn't mean anything." I said in my lovely harsh sarcastic tongue. I said it truly though. My name meant nothing, as far as I know. I picked it for that reason. I didn't want to be labeled like that. In truth I didn't care, but I pied that up from my good ol' pal, Kishi Viali.

[::MakybeDiva428::]

Impression rolled his eyes at the mares sarcastic tones. "It doesn't have to mean anything" He said in a matter-of-fact way. "Your the one who makes it mean something" he said.

occ: Low muse!

[Viali]

I breathed out. The stallion had not seemed to catch on that my voice was quite naturally harsh and sarcastic. Sure, I could change it, but that took more effort than I wanted to exert. I took a second to turn towards him, revealing more of frontal features. " It doesn't. " My voice signaled the end of that topic. I did not begin to breach a new one.

[::MakybeDiva428::]

Impression tossed his head as he looked at the mare through curious orbs. He heard the mares harsh tones. He flicked his dark coal grey forelock from over his orbs, looking at golden pelted mare, her silver mane and tail shimmering as she looked at him through her orbs.. annoyed or..? What emotion could she feel for him? He snorted as she looked at him. "It could mean something. Syna, Would you like to join my herd? I don't have any mares, but I have proven myself by fighting the previous claimer of the land, and winning" He said

[Viali]

"Eh, why not?" My words were highly out of my normal characteristics, but it wasn't like I had any where else to go. Sure I had a long past of horrible relationships, but perhaps this stallion would be different. I turned fully towards him, my eyes flashing. " Who was this stallion you defeated?" I was curious, about his strengths and who exactly he had fought.

[::MakybeDiva428::]

The mares words made him hopeful. Would she come? He looked at the mare curiously as her bodice angled towards him, somewhat more offensive, but it wasn't for him.Her voice was curious as he felt pride streak through him as she asked of the stallion he defeated. "Deadly Sin" He boasted a little, proud he had defeated a stallion called unbeatable, a brutal horse who kills all in his way. Most ,sorry, not all. He thought smugly "So will you come?" He asked questionly, his coal grey twin-sets pricked

[Viali]

"One with such a blatantly obvious, ridiculous name could not have done better." I laughed. A glance at me would be enough to tell that it was not of mirth, but of scorn. Cocking back a leg, I answered Impressions most recent question. " I will." My tone had smoothed, to a sound more pleasant on the ears.