not for anything. [claiming post]

[gleebee]

All is quiet. The wind stirs somewhat lazily, swinging about with a moan as if it didn’t want to get out of bed. The moist, springy grass and peat swirls as rain begins to drop down again, splattering the ferns and the tops of the trees, sending fat, clear drops rolling down thick, glossy leaves curled outwards. A hiss escapes from the dissipating wind, as it drops from roaring to a bare whisper.

A shadow flickers. Then another. A flash of dimmed gold appears, disappears, and is then replaces by a mud-streaked slash of white. The faint sound of hoofbeats against wet soil rings out, rather noisy in the silence around him. Dark tendrils suddenly whip through the air. There is a rustle, and then the lean but muscled body of a young sabino slips out.

For a minute he stands quietly, completely still. His broad, delicately outlined face is tipped towards the ground, comma-sculpted nares flaring every few minutes. His dark eyes, usually flickering with wariness, are now trained on the ground; his thin, coarse mane is swept forward in a curving arc, forelock bouncing ofd his head with the breeze.

He appears to purse his lips, then jerks his head up, rivulets of rain running down his back. The water streams into his eyes, but he picks up a trot, laughing quietly to himself, a musical sound, chiming like a bell with a metallic echo. His eyes are smiling, bright and energized, it seems, by the place. This is the way he likes it. A thick secluded forest, somewhat tropical, with lots of rain, it seems. And, as he moves farther in, he finds a grassy area with a large pool of water in the middle. A rare smile graces his lips as he stands again in the area, eyes flickering again. But this time for more than himself. For this. How lucky can you get?
He’s not going to give this up.
Not for anything.
“Mine,” he whispers; voice musical as always, soft and lilting. “Mine.” Louder and clearer, sharp as rain trickled down his face again, like tears of joy. A sudden rush of confidence slams into him, making him sick on determination. “I, Xandre, claim this land, to protect the innocent and shelter the homeless!”
Not for anything.

[data]HE'S FINALLY A LEADER. :D

[frazzle]

Sunniva

Soft paper thins fluttered as the creature floated through the terra. Long lengths of gold trailed behind the chocolate palomino fae as she moved, a line of it running down the length of her back, and fanning out into a golden and chocolate flag. Muscles rippled beneath the silken surface, taught and toned. The nape curled up in an arch, petite tiara carried with the essence of a queen. Tiny twin towers flicked around as she surveyed the area with golden optics. The sun had finally arrived in all of her glory.

Oh how beautiful she was, powering through the rain that fell from the skies. The sky was clouded by the black puffs in the sky yet she still shown. Slowly her pelt shined from a golden chocolate to a dark brown with gold speckled upon small spots. Through the golden veil she carried, her golden orbs scanned the terra, sharp and intelligent, not missing a single detail. Each plant, each speck was seen under her watchful orb, and the hoof prints did not go unseen to her careful eyes. Snorting gently, she filled her nares with the male musk that filled the warm and damp air. Tossing her cranium, she plunged forward.

It was his laughter that first filled her audits. Flicking her twin towers forward, she followed the sound. There was no particular reason to track this equine down except for the fact that it was good practice. Being able to hunt down another was something that could be needed in her future. Slowing to a smooth trot, she stayed some paces behind the steed, being sure to make her steps quieter so as to not disturb him. Then his bodice came into view, her optics scanning his whole bodice. Slowing to a stop, she stood within the brush that surrounded this land. It was humid and very different than and other land she had been in before. The plants and animals were very new and different to her, something she would have to look into searching out and learning about later on. But for now she would watch this steed.

At first his vocals were soft, barely audible and then grew louder as he became for confident. And then his vocals came out strong and clear as he claimed the territory and all that resided within it as his. A shiver ran through the femme’s bodice as she saw the strength and determination within the handsome steed’s eyes. For a moment, she stood in the shadows, letting him enjoy this moment. Then with a toss of her beautiful cranium, she trotted forward, her strides lengthy and floating.

Slowing to a stop beside him, she looked out into nothingness. Slowly, she blinked, her golden orbs hidden for a moment, and then when they opened, they trained on the stallion’s optics. Quite a lovely place you have claimed for yourself. Her vocals were soft and sultry, yet demanded attention with their quiet authority. Stepping away, she went to the pool of water and lowered her maw, gazing at her own reflection. Suddenly, she nudged the water, distorting her image and sending ripples out to all edges of the body of water. Raising her cranium, she looked at him once again. I’m sorry, I have been quite rude. Inclining her cranium, she bowed to him, her golden optics closing momentarily, and then opening as she rose once again. M’Lord, she said in a calm voice. With a soft smile, she walked away, disappearing into the brush. Yet her vocals had called to him, beckoned him. If he wished to see her again, then he should find her before she disappeared for good. It was weird to leave so suddenly, but that was just who Sunniva was, a natural blue blood, yet she wasn’t just like the rest you would find if you got to know her. And this was the chance she was giving this new King.

[gleebee]

A slow breath is pushed outward of the stallion's chest, nares flaring slightly as mist from the life substance he inhaled swirls out into the sky, pounded into nothingness as it comes by from the rain. Large, thoughtful eyes, brown yet shimmering golden as he glances up into the darkening sky, trace the outline of the plump, soft clouds rolling in. It does not dampen his mood.

Soft hoofsteps against moist ground reaches his ears, but he only brings his head down and looks at the spot the noise is coming from with a look of mild interest. When the sound grows louder he slowly shifts his weight across his legs, his cannon bone glancing against one of the hard, soaked tropical trunks of the strange trees. A trickle of freshwater runs down his broad face as he holds his gaze toward the source of movement, and sure enough, a horse appears.

Xandre blinks once as the mare emerges, a dainty-looking chocolate palomino sauntering toward him, with intelligent golden orbs and flecks of gold on her slim bodice. His cranium is raised ever so slightly, but he does not look down on the femme. Shifting his body slightly, he turns to face her, arching his neck and dropping down his head in a respectful nod. He waits a few moments, than brings it up, not wanting to lose authority although he knows all those who live deserve respect. Here, though, he thinks, glancing coolly at the visitor, They may have to earn it.

Quite a lovely place you have claimed for yourself. A small smile is flicked onto the stallions dark mug, shimmering optics trained on the chocolate palomino. Silky bunch of hairs settled onto his forehead tapering into a soft twist are flicked out of the way, a slight flash of annoyance on his face. He nods ever so slightly, then again, more visible. "Lovely it is." His smile grows.

The rest of her words reach him, and he mulls over them a moment, cocking a hind hoof in a clearly relaxed casual manner. "Rude? Oh no, m'lady. And of course, there's no need for formality," he teases her, and then she has melted into the tropical brush; all glossy dark leaves and bright colored berries hinted with sunlight, something of a paradise. Swiftly he brings up his shoulder and ascends into a smooth, quick trot; but instead of going where she has gone, he curves around and slides into the greenery on the opposite side of the clearing, He shoulders his way through the undergrowth, following her hastily memorized scent, a crooked grin on his face, as quiet as he can be, and then pops out his head behind where she is standing before sliding all the way through and landing a light, teasing nip on her crest before dancing away.

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[frazzle]

Sunniva

Muscles rippled beneath her silken pelt, the wet golden hairs catching raindrops as she went. Golden locks of hair flicked up at the ends, soft and untangled, her forelock mingling on one side with the uppermost part of her tresses. Golden orbs watched the path she was upon ahead, though her audits were listening for the King, hoping that he had followed. Just keep moving. She thought to herself. She would wait for no one, if someone wanted to be with her, then they had to come after her. That was who she was, someone who knew that the little things counted. If she had made enough of an impression on him, he would follow, and maybe they could be something, something glorious.

Not too long after she left, she heard him behind her, and she hid a small smile that covered her beautiful maw. Slowing to a stop, she shook her cranium from side to side, lifting her forelegs slightly off the ground and then landing with a powerful thud. And just as she landed, she felt him land a nip upon her bodice, and her optics widened in surprise and delight. Pawing at the ground, she watched him dance away. Don’t you have more important things to be doing, My Lord? She teased, her vocals thick and sultry, drawing out the word “lord” the slightest bit. Winking, she picked up a quiet jig, her movements smooth and unhinged.

Slowly, she circled him in a large circle, her golden orb closest to him gleaming with curiosity and warmth. Tightening her circle, she slowed to a walk, her nape arched up tightly, and her pillars striking out with confidence. Flicking her banner, she let it brush him, smiling slightly. Then, darting towards him, she tugged upon his mane, and darted away just as quickly, her leaps and movements as graceful as a deer’s. Shouldn’t you be with your Queen? She sang, her question obviously stated. It was both a question of whether he had a mate, and if he did indeed have a mate, would she approve of him being here with her? The femme looked upon him from under her forelock, her gaze gentle yet questioning. Sunniva wasn’t want to beat around the bush. She wanted answers.

Golden optics landed upon a white lily-like flower. Lowering her maw, she let it brush the soft petals, inhaling the sweet scent delicately. Looking at it once again, she decided that it would be her favorite flower. She had seen many flowers and beautiful things, but this, this was plain in its beauty and she liked that. Sometimes the most beautiful things, were the least intricate of all. Looking up at the King, she cocked her cranium to the side, raising what would be her brows, waiting for his move, his play.

[gleebee]

Amber-hinted brown eyes, large and intelligence, are trained on the flash of chocolate palomino dancing around him. His relaxed, somewhat casually amused, one back hoof cocked and his weight leaned against it. Dark silky tail flicks once in a stiff snap against his hock as his lit-from-within chocolate orbs flicker, following movement.

Don't you have more important things to do, My Lord? Weight shifts again, right leg sweeping over the left, and he begins to dance away again, ash-flecked golden legs flashing in a melted blur of bronze and white and buckskin. Tropical grasses, wet with dew, gently curl and flatten under his broad hooves, shoulder brushing against a bush with glossy dark leaves and magnificent scarlet flowers, melting into a pale orange and pure white in the middle. He grins at his guest. "At the moment? Not at all."

The mare begins to dance again, striking out against him with confidence in a loose circle. Xandre coils his neck, drawing it up against the bottom of his nape, tightening his strides and elegantly sashaying to the opposite side of wherever she is, blackened tresses fluttering against his ridged, defined buckskin face. Suddenly the mare was lashing out, though in a playful manner, and he twisted away, chuckling, as she tugged on his mane. Snapping his head to the side, he lurches out as well to grasp her tail after adjusting himself in a split second and dancing away again.

Shouldn't you be with your Queen? Musical voice sings into his ears and he flicks the, once, still dancing elegantly. Dark, gold-flecked gaze snapped to attention, focused on the mare. "Mmm, 'fraid not, m'lady. A queen I have not. And a more important question presents itself- may I have your name?"

[frazzle]

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[atrb=background, img402.imageshack.us/img402/4136/middleg.jpg] Lashes fluttered upon the chocolate cranium of the femme. Golden tipped audits lean forwards eagerly, waiting for the arrival of his lyrics. Bright golden orbs rest upon his, as though peering into the depths of his soul. Nares flared, delicate rims arched round with each breath she took. The delicate beat of her heart pulsed just barely within her neck, the movement as gentle and relaxed as a butterfly’s wings as it rests. The wind was slight, hardly even existing within the muggy environment, yet the rain brought relief. His vocals filled her audits, and she listened, the smile upon her kissers never fading. It was a wonderful feeling to find that he had no Queen, though Sunniva could not quite understand why she would be so pleased. For one thing, she had just met him. Sighing softly, she felt a shudder run through her spine, delicate and quiet. Oh and her name. That was a special question, though it was asked often. One’s name was a small peak into another’s life, their secrets, the invitation to join them in being. Tilting her cranium, she looked elsewhere, her curious gaze landing upon a beautiful bird, its feathers of all sorts of colors, soaring overhead as it searched for another spot to stay. She loved it here, it made her happy, but was it the land and all its gifts, or was it the King who stood before her? Sunniva. She said, returning her gaze to his. She was the sun on earth, the warmth that one felt in the air. And if you do not mind me asking, what would your name be, other than my King? She flicked her banner, and bent her nape downwards, running her maw down the length of her pillar, not in a bow, but just to enjoy the feeling of touch. They were social beings, and touch was one thing that could bring happiness. Raising her cranium, she looked upon him from under her golden lashes, her smile inviting, her posture relaxed. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Sunniva ll Character Log;; click! Tags;; Xandre(gleebee) Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; sorry it took me so long! D: and are we still going to have her be his mate/queen? Credits;; Table by FOREVERPAIN ; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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