::from the sands of time::

[::Diamond in the Rough::]

The mysterious sqaw stepped forth ward into the clearing, finally to her destination. The journey had been long and hard and the lithe figure was relieved for the break. Quickly spotting the pool of hydration ahead, she picked up her pedestals in a two-step staccato and traversed toward the pond. Lowering her finely sculpted zenith, lips quivered and parted, allowing the water to enter her mug and be swallowed. Ah the refreshment was just what she needed. Raising her cranium, the clear liquid fell quickly back to its source. A small displacement occurred, creating new ripples in the pond.

The diamond scanned the horizon with inquisitive occuli. There was a sparse collection of equus, and it was unknown who would approach her, considering she had just invaded the property and it would be only time before another of her kind came forward... or so that was what she was used to. She'd been a part of several harems, but they all seemed to dwindle and she had to go her separate way. Her sole quest is for survival and procreation. Everything else is merely the icing for the cake. She found her loyalties lie solely within herself, for nothing was loyal to her. Would this change this time, or would her hopes be lost once again?

Lappetts eavesdropped on her surroundings, listening to the moving air wisking across the sensitive hairs, listening to the birds adding a soundtrack to the background. Even when she lived in silence, there truly was no silence. Yet this place was different. There was no hot sand, there was no shortage of food. She had found her temporary oasis, and with that she was content for a while. Scanning for the unknown, she remained constantly alert. Raising her hind tendrils, flagging for others to see her, she awaited an oncomer. Was she awaiting companionship or rivalry? Perhaps it was either… but she was waiting.

[pardalis]

Lord Sol dominated the azule sky that was his kingdom, banishing even the faintest traces of cloud to the very fringe of his sight, well beyond the vision of any ordinarly equine. Benevolently he bestowed his rays and warmth down upon the Earth, not even noticing the harsh cracks that ran along the baked soil and the dwindling water sources. Even generosity can be a sin. But that was nothing compared to the other, more malevolent sins. Sins such as greed, anger, lust, jealousy, and pride. But don't you dar think that every being experiencing pride is an arrogant Dark. Nope, cause my own dear little Amuleto is rather prideful. I know what you're thinking, who calls a full grown stallion 'dear little'? Well, I'll tell you whio, though it's none of your business, the soul of his long dead mother. Yup, that's me. Anway, where was I? Oh, yes. Amuleto had been prideful since a few days after he was born. I'm afraid it is rather my fault, you see, he was a rather spoiled child. But despite his pridefulness, he never hesitated to help others, or do worrk, for he had been taught that only the truly noble beings of the world will do such a thing.

To tell the truth, Amuleto had quite a bit to be proud of. First of, he was rather handsome, tall as the old oak at 17.3 hands, and not gnarled a bit. Of course, the odd scar did mar his gleaiming gold coat, but they were faint, merely small ebony marks or hair growing in the wrong direction. Masses of muscle were required to support his towering frame, and he had them all and more. Shoulders were wide and broad, haunches gleaming and muscular. His facade was streaked with ivory, as were three of his long towers. His chords were somewhat thin and whispy, perhaps not as appealing as the thick, full-bodied treses of many, but at least he had some, unlike many equines he had known.

ooc.. not done! sorry, g2g!

[::Diamond in the Rough::]

The april warmth was no contender to what the diamond bruja previously had known. She was used to the extremes of the desert, from the sweltering heat of day to the frigidity of the night. It would change a minimum of thirty notches of temperature within just the passing of the sun. She was used to it. What she wasn’t used to was the mildness of the climate in store for her. She knew of sandstorms, of famine. Not of lush grasses or constant streams. Her skin was a deep ebony while her coat was nearly ivory for a reason. She rather enjoyed not having to search for nourishment or shade to block out the intense rays of the constant globe of radiating heat. She seemed to have all the free time in the world now, considering she could focus on living instead of surviving. Yes, she could see herself here for a while, even if it was on her own.

But wait, what was that in the distance? A flash of golden light struck her pupil just enough to grasp her attention. She snorted in the habit of clearing sand from her nadirs, but quickly realized there was no more sand. Inhaling a deep breath, she gathered the scent of her surroundings. Another equine. Sahib. This might be enjoyable she mused. She was confused by his size, but blamed it on the distance. She was used to only her breed of desert Arabians, nothing else. He was more muscled than any she had ever encountered before. Three blinks and she stared in his direction, forgetting to be discreet. So much for being ladylike… but she wasn’t anyways. She had the appearances of a diamond, but was still from the rough, and solely focused on survival throughout her life. There was no time to learn ‘etiquette’, mainly because it would be energy spent doing something other than being a nomad. Harks adjusted toward the brute as she caught the sound of his steps, measuring his weight from quite a distance away. Perhaps he was bigger than she had thought… The dowager didn’t expend a muscle. She remained statuesque, simply observing from her post. She faintly remembered when she was claimed last, and knew at least that she was not to be the one to approach, but the sahib was – if he had any interest in the first place. Hind tendrils flagged and cascaded in the slight breeze as chocolate occuli stared directly at him. Would he make a move, or pass up this jewel of the fairer sex?

ooc: yeah i know it sucks. sry bout that...

[pardalis]

ooc// this is gonna be really short 'cause I got to go.

A disdainful sigh broke free of Amuleto's cavern, flying high upon the gentle summer breeze to reach the auds of any who cared to listen. And who wouldn't? But that's a mother's pride for you. Anyway, my boy's amber optics roved the lands, landing on first one and then the other, searching for a femme worthy of his attention. Oh, did I forget to mention it? This auburn brute just so happens to be king of all the Loners. Qute an accomplishment. So be respectful and don't you dare get on his bad side. Thank you! Perhaps I shall move on now. The King's golden hide rippled at the tickling sensation of flies. Cursed pests. Angrily, he stormed off, tresses flying in the breeze created by his own fury toward the one femme that might just be of any use to him. She was a light grey, more of a white really, and staring at him with all of her will power, as if beckoning the far larger stag towards her.

At this very small flicker of enertainment, Amuleto forgot his previous anger and simply grinned, his fury replaced with amusement and intrest. Amiabley the five year old allowed his jewels to roam over her sleek marless hide, making a game of seeking out the shadowy dapples that always seemed to disappear when he looked right at them. Much like the facets of a diamond. Suddenly, he realized his daggers had carried him ever closer to the femme, almost crashing his far larger bulk into the dainty arab. Halting suddenly, the king grinned sheepishly before dropping into a courtly bow. In fact, it was so deep that when he arose, his forelock left a thin line of dust upon his blaze, giving the over-grown colt an even more clowinsh appearance. "Hello."

ooc// told ya