The Minstrel's Prayer

[elle]

I'll hold on to the dream, Of this beggar's plea and optimistic fantasy

The copper mare traveled across the beach, her high whited legs picking up neatly and precisely in an elegant three beat rythem. A blazened dial held fast to the wind, letting it whip about her like a cooling relief. She began to slow her beat down to a step, copper tresses coming to a tangled rest upon her slender nape. Her desert features fit in quite nicely here in this sandy enviorn'.
She turned to face the area that she had just escaped, leaving behind that less than desireable stallion. She turned back her golden crown to face the new land. So, if these lands are so well protected, where are the protectors, or new playmates?
Sinn raised her delicate crown once more to breathe in the new smells, taking it in and throwing her own back out.
Bodice gathers together, raiseing to a vertical orietnation, pillars striking out.
Song lets loose lyrics declaring her presence, so come now o' minstrel, lets see you try to whoo the girl, or throw her back to the wolves.

Just hold the hand and drop the knee, You're facing love

[Chloe]

[glow=red,2,300]Tyrex came upon the femme, his nostrils flarring. His maw opened to take in the femme's scent, and shook himself as he closed in on her. His pistons slowed their churning to a trot, and he snorted as he slowed even further to a walk. His black whipcord waved behind him like a wild banner as the breeze blew across his pelt, and his mane whipped in the wind. Tyrex stopped short of the fae, his nostrils flaring.

"Might I ask what you are doing on my land, o foolish one?"

He snorted and stamped his ebony flint, scattering the light snow that was on the soft earth. Tyrex demanded an answer of this fae, as he did to any intruder on his terra.[/glow]

[elle]

I was spinning free

The copper fae whirrled about, facing the stallion, she assumed, of the terra which she so stood upon. Her desert head raised, nares blowing. With a quick outlash of her foreleg and small squeal, she tried to make a point that she wasnt intimidated of the actually somewhat intimidating stallion. Lips part, her voice coming out like honey

"Now, foolish would be to be hiding, not out in the open. Foolish also would be of you to assume that I am foolish, for I am not. I am simply admireing the view of the land to which my faithful limbs so carried me. Now steed, time for your intirigation, what of any harm could i bring your land by simply standing here?"

her chocolate orbs stared into him, trying to find his soul, even if it were dark enough to hide in the shadows.

Stumble till you crawl

[Evil Crazed Monkey]

[glow=red,2,300]Halfmoon, at hearing strange vocals sound nearby, appeared behind Tyrex, curiously gazing upon the scene. She snorted at the sight of the new mare, which her orbs had never set upon before, or atleast not of which she could remember.

"Ah, here we go again, another mare, another desicion, another heartbreak, as you may call it. Yes, tis becoming all quite familiar with me.

She examined the new mare with interest. With any luck this one wouldn't be like that Matrix, who had come to the herd, and a day later decided she hated the place and trounced off as if moving from land to land was no big deal. True, she had once been like that, thinking she could do anything, but she had gotten over that now, after experiencing the fear and pain of moving between lands twice. Now that thrice-accursed hessia decided she would follow in her hoofsteps, and had left the herd. She snorted at the memory of her. That one had seemed much to like that light who had wandered onto the land quite awhile ago. She shook her head. She didn't even want to remember that one.[/glow]

[Chloe]

[glow=red,2,300]Tyrex snorted, stepping away from this femme before her chocolate gaze consumed him. If a emotional fight was what she wanted, a fight she would get. He watched her for a moment in interest and turned to his mate, Halfmoon. Tyrex swished his whipcord, asking her silently if she wanted to stand beside him.

"Well, vix, it so happens that you 'faithful limbs' have carried you to a place where pleasure-walkers are not welcome. I do not allow such equines to roam my lands."

He shook his head and stamped his ebony flint. His voice sounded hard and cold, like metal. He wondered if his mate was standing beside him for a moment before he came back to reality. His dark orbs burned into the mare before him, looking her over with his darkness flowing from his orbs.[/glow]

[elle]

I'm Not Saying It Was Your Fault

The copper fae smiled her actually warm smile. Yes, this stallion seemed up to playing mind games. Well, hate to inform you dear, but Sinn isnt her name for any plain reason.
Her auds caught on to his rather cold song.She dipped her head down for a moment, her forelock falling over her ocules, masking away her intense stare. Her voice was still warm, showing she was not intimidated by his voice at 'll.

"So tyrant kick me off your land, seeing as how i am such a treat to you, and your mate. "

a small chuckle was released from her lips, she knew she looked fragile and delicate, most underestimated her. Let's hope for your sake dear sir, you dont.
She turned her copper bodice, and began to walk further into the tyrant's rhelm, but only a few more feet, she didn't want to anger a beast to badly that she had not had time to evaluate.

Well come now, throw a harmless fae off your lands, perhaps my limbs will carry me to filth's land, i've heard he is much more welcolming to mares.

yes, she knew of the stag, heard whispers of he and how most fae's dire will to carry his foal. Well, she had not seen the appeal of him, but she bet that this stag had possibly lost a mare to this Filth character. So dear dark sir, let's see your next move.

well you are so nieve

[Chloe]

I don't play games,
[glow=red,2,300]Tyrex tossed his dial, his orbs suddenly showing in the sun. His auds flicked forward as his maw parted to let back a returning chuckle to the femme before him. His whipcord flicked in half-annoyance as he stomped a flint onto the sandy earth.

"Femme, I am not kicking you off my land, just giving you a mere warning. If you wish, my herd is always open for more faes, but it is your decision and your decision alone."
He scuffed an ebony flint across the sandy soil as a cold smile crept across his maw. He lowered his dial in welcome, almost as if being comical.[/glow]
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