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 Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 6:34 pm
When Ariston noticed the sun was setting, he dragged himself away from a usual social ground and moved himself back into the woods. He had spent most of the afternoon chatting with some of the new mares he had noticed, and after being satisfied with what he saw, by the sun's command it was time to head back towards home. Although he really didn't have a destination in mind, he was compelled to make his way back to the comfortable woodland. There was something about being hidden in the trees that felt nice, and when his mood was off he rather enjoyed the blackness that he found around him. It completely clashed against his white body, and there was something spooky and interesting about the entire feeling itself.
Everything in his life was amazing at the moment, but that was because the changing seasons had been more on the lucky side. His children were doing well, and his close friends were also moving forward in a happy sense. It felt nice knowing that everything around him was stable, but it also made him feel strange at the same time.
His anxieties were barely existent, and as he walked through the woods, he contemplated what the winter would bring for the land. Would he continue to have the same luck he had been having? Or would the times soon change, leaving him unprepared and shocked with new realities to face?
Ah well, such was life, he supposed.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 7:25 pm
There was a familiar scent in the air, one that Desdemona had not smelled in months now. A vague curiosity filled her otherwise disinterested gaze, the hellfire welling up from some dark place inside of her. With a grace that spoke of the play of muscles and sinew, not of symmetry and delicate form, the Skinwalker ate up the distance between herself and her target. Then, pausing for a moment to make certain that she had not been mistaken in the identity of the Soquili she had scented, she paced forward. "Ariston." A single word, but one which carried with it many memories, some all but forgotten now. She sneered for a moment, rejecting the idea of any fondness for the Kalona stallion, before the expression faded away into a slightly amused quirk of lips. "And what business brings you within my hunting grounds, lovely?" A joke of a nickname, a petname... and one that he would recognize. "It has been some time since last we spoke."
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 10:10 pm
She was right, for it had been awhile since they had seen each other. The time span felt short as the mare approached, and Ariston tried to hold his tense feeling as the female stood by. "Hello Desdemona, and forgive me, I was only strolling through this area." If he would have known she was actually using the area for hunting, he would have fled moments ago. "How have you been doing in these summer months?" What did Desdemona do with her time, anyhow? "I hope you have been keeping yourself busy?" Feeling uncomfortable in his own questions, he watched the female cautiously while flipping his mane out of his eyes. For the most part, her mood seemed alright, but Ariston was careful in refraining from any sudden moves or words.
He had learned from such idiotic mistakes in the past, and now he only tried to talk to her as casually as he could. There was something about being around her that frightened him, and he had almost forgotten the feeling until now. Desdemona really was something, and Ariston usually liked to give himself time to prepare himself. But now, here she was.
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