All It Takes

[wayward]

All it takes

Pistons thudded the ground gently as the brute moved across the grassy terrain that carpeted the valley. A swirl of colors was all he became, the ivory and ebony mixed to form almost one. His pelt was stained this color as hatred from his father he was sure. The two colors were there to remind Del Fuego that he had chosen neither path, the light, nor the dark. A snort was emitted from his slightly scarred maw as this though crossed his mind. With a shake of his cranium he rid himself of the thought of his father, which would always lead him to think of his brother, and....and.... he just could not go there. Not yet, not so soon after it had happened. Towers slowed to a nice two beat gait as his banner flew in the frigid wind that met him. A shiver passed over him, half from the cold, and half from the thought of his brother. In a final attempt to free himself from these horrid thoughts, orbs scanned the grounds looking for a bruja. Perhaps today he'd find one that was right, that understood him. But would that be too much to ask?

is a little understanding

[Evil Crazed Monkey]

[glow=red,2,300]Mischeif Maker peered closer at the brute before her. Oh how she needed a mate and a strong feeling in the pit of her stomach told her this was the one. She peered closer at the muscular brute then whinnyed loudly, trying to catch his attention. "Hello fellow equine, excuse me if I be wrong, but are you searching for a mate?" she blushed nervously, but kept her orbs transfixed with the stallion's. Her auds were pricked curiously as she waited for the stag's answer.

She pawed the ground nervously as she continued to look at the stallion through her long forelock, the hairs streaming down her face like a river. She tossed her head to get them out of her face then continued to look at the stallion. She heaved a long sigh then looked away...would this brute answer her?[/glow]

[wayward]

All it takes

Orbs ran along the femmora's chassis as she spoke to him. Orbs were transfixed on her, taking it all in. Oh how he longed for someone to join him, someone that understood him, someone that cared. He only knew one other like this, but she was away from him, and it was his fault. But in strides this beautiful vixen, and she wants to know if he wanted her for a mate? A bit presumptuous, she was. He would need to know her more first. Orbs watched as she pawed the ground nervously. He spoke finally,

I am looking, why? And what be your dubbance, curse, or simply name femme?

is a little love

[Evil Crazed Monkey]

[glow=red,2,300]Orbs scanned the stallion's reaction. He looked a little irritated, but her eyes could be mistaken. "The name be Skyrider, yours?" She tossed her forelock out of her face again and bobbed her dial. She hoped the stag wouldn't think of her as desperate, as that was the farthest from the thing she was going for. What have you done, Sky, you made yourself sound way too desperate. She heaved a long sigh and looked away, the stallion's eyes seeming to burn her. He hated her, or atleast that's what she thought.

"Stag, I am very sorry, honestly, if I sounded too desperate. I was just..., she trailed off, trying to find the words that would make her sound, well, not desperate, but she could find none. No, she had to say something, or the stallion would find her even weirder. "curious." She lowered her dial and her orbs, and flicked back her auds. She was extremely embarrased. She turned her pelt, her dial still lowered. "I am also sorry if you think I am weird..."[/glow]

[wayward]

All it takes

Auds flickered to and fro as the femme spoke. Orbs met hers as she decreed her words. He know that she thought she'd made a mistake, but had she? Wind ruffled his banner a bit, and played with his tail too. He noticed with amusement, her forelock, and how it had grown just a bit too long for her. A small grin wound up upon his kisser, a somewhat rare sight for him, or atleast for this time in his life. Before it he smiled much more, but now, he could not bring himself to muster up the fake amusement. But this time it was real. He realized then how long it had been since he'd done so, and was partially ashamed of himself. He spoke lightly to the mare, a bight of playfulness had sprung back into his once dreary tone. He told her,

"Most call me Del Fuego, which means from the fire. And you did not sound desperate, just a bit hasty perhaps. Why should you be sorry? Tis not your fault, is it? Weirdness is what makes us unique, and tolerable, and at best enjoyable. Now what brings you hear m'lady?

is a little compassion