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« Thread Started on Jan 29, 2008, 10:03pm » | ![[Quote]](http://s1.images.proboards.com/buttons/quote.gif) |
... from such great heights
V a l e n c i a
It really was a lovely day. in fact, about as good as a day good get. it was still slightly warm, yet with a more-than-a-touch of cool on the air. fall was here, and after, winter. though to be perfectly honest, summer was the best season of all. the heat was wonderful; since memory she had loved the summer. next in line was winter, so opposite. who can truly describe winter in the beauty that it deserves?
The dappled mare came into the lands, lanterns aglow, lobes erect, and appendages animated in a lively motion. each step was taken with quick precision, each step a dance, each step pure poetry. every couple of strides, crown was tossed, sending long dreads cascading about in the gentle breeze. some might call it majestic, but to her, it came naturally with happiness. happiness. that might be an over-exaggeration. pleased is more like. this was wasn't as 'gleeful' as she might seem. more remote, yet with the charm and wit as good as any. Valencia enjoyed life as much as anyone, yet has such a temper accompanied by strength that no light-hearted caeser could put up with. easy-going, yet cannot be pushed around. she would always complete her task, always go through with her actions, yet always stand up for the weak. chivalrous. it was to her lord, her master, that her heart and limbs belonged to. would fight to the death if she believed it were right, yet fear does not have its place in her heart. fear was weakness. weakness meant defeat.
Always a lover of water, silver-cast female brought dial lower, sniffing below until she found her personal spot. sipping quietly and slowly for a bit, allowing the cool aqua to stream down her throat. quenched, she rose. deep hazel lanterns glowed with passion, a want. not love, not exactly. just for something to happen. never could this one sit idly by, she had too much spirit for that. never could she be satisfied with a quiet life and a loving brute, she had too much craving for fighting. on the downside, she did not exactly play well with others. females were always so... 'girl-y'. staying out of things, backing down, never standing up for themselves. not all, she'll give you that, but far too many for her liking. feeling... extra-mobile, hind limbs overpowered front ones and a minute rear was achieved. but upon landing stumps only moved into a jog. finding herself under the cover of some tree or another, she finally stopped. really, she couldn't understand herself. she felt too compelled to fight for the weak and helpless to be dubbed 'dark'. too strong, with too sharp a wit and too much spine to be 'light'. in between. a warrior with mercy. a peasant with a sword. knightly.
Snorting rather loudly, a hind leg was rested. if no one came, perhaps she would just wander around until she felt compelled to stop. she was more than capable of surviving on her own. and if more than was expected came along; she had plenty more bite than bark.
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Valencia
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Neutral Mare | Homeless | Knightless
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Dark Mare | No Realm | No Master |
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