Myai

hush pale child...

The winds whispered in the huntress' crescent lobes as she ingressed upon the lands, lids shut over her eyes as she absorbed the earth around her. The grasses, lush beneath her hooves, ticking her hide, the smell of trees and moist earth, the blueness of the open skie, the sounds of birds that had just returned from migration calling out in freedom above her, and the breeze playing gently with the foliage. There was a chill in the air as winter was still lingering in the atmosphere, but Myai's winter coat made it hard to notice.

Perhaps it was regarded as dumb to be cantering along with her eyes closed in unfamiliar lands after taking such a beating, but it was slowly relaxing her. Her muscles, earlier tense, were turning to liquid beneath her hide. Her eyes, once wild and terrified, now rested in calmness. She was nearly sure her monstrous pursuer had been lost, and maybe, hopefully, given up. The blood on her shoulder and neck had begun to harden, tangled within her hide. The wound on her back was nearly an hour newer and still bleeding. Sweat from fear and her constant running had dried, mingled with the blood from her wounds and dirt her franticly moving hooves had kicked up earlier. The scent of fresh water and the sounds of a gently flowing that had not been there before but had been creek caused by recent flooding filled two of her five senses. She slowly drifted to a halt as she reached the water's edge, curiously looking around. She did not see anyone, but she was surrounded by the tall grass and impaired her vision. She did not hear anyone, but the sounds of the river filled her lobes and made it hard to hear at all. She did not smell any equine scent, but someone could be downwind... with much thought she decided to go ahead and hope the area where she was had no other equine occupants. Slowly she moved forward, first just touching the water, then letting it run around her knees, then submerging herself fully up to her neck. The fair maiden of two tinges dug her hooves into the ground beneath to remain standing solidly and let the softly rushing water do it's work, slowly cleaning her wounds and clensing her pelt.

why do you cry?

this given calling myai
this thin coat paint (bay and white)
these long years three
this spoiled blood half arabian, half mutt
this fair build femminen
this short stance 13 hands
this peaceful home none
this cherished love none
this beloved friend none
this hated enemy none
this treasured child none

Azin

The minds, they dream.
The souls, they scream.
But you only seem,
To Die

To perish as one
To block out the sun
To end all the fun
To Die

Till death do we part
To break a young heart
we cry for each other
for there is no other
Who could hold me, like you held me so dear.......

He stood in the sun, bathing in it for the while. Eyes closed without a care, not even realizing his old childhood friend was in search of him. Instead he stood in thought and wonder of what were to come next. He too heard the migrating birds, but unlike a lot of other animals, he found them quite annoying. When one made one of the louder squawks a disrupted eye looked up at the nescience. Ears held fast until the bird was out of side, then he shuddered in the cold and continued his sun bathing. Trying to get whatever warmth he could, even with his long gray fur, when the wind blew, it was very cold to him.

Blood stains which came from the mare filled the hybrids quivering nose. Golden pools looked around for the source of the scent as the wind brought it gently on a platter to him. A soft smile came upon his features as his limbs brought him looming over to her. Quietly he snuck upon the bathing mare. Paws clinging and only partially dipping into the water as she bathed. Enticed by her cleansing movements. He watched as she seemed to move slowly, the sun bathing her every hue as if each one was a god itself. He was hungry but his dog instincts made him not hunger for this animal. Instead he seemed to be entertained, amused, what ever it was called. It was interesting, but nothing attractive. Like child would watch a cloud, interested in how different it was, intrigued by its uniqueness, and yet, the child would know it could have nothing to do with that single cloud. Announcing his arrival with a slight whine, he lowered his head to show that he was not going to endanger her in anyway. His whine was one that everyone knew, the whine a dog makes when he really wanted something. It was only her attention that he wanted, though he instantly felt that it was the only thing he needed for the moment, to satisfy his hunger for her beauty, her elegance, why couldnít animals see the beauty in other species like he did. He hoped at his distance she wouldnít be afraid of him. To her he would look like a mere house cat. Standing on four thin pistons, created by the border collie back ground, while his head and colors were those of his wolf back ground. After a moment, he spoke so gently, so beautifully, the birds could have been lulled by it Hello fair maiden, what has happened to thy beautiful hide? Could one not see what sin they hath caused by tainting an angel so beautiful such as yourself? He gave a cool caring smile. Hoping his gentle words would also lull the mare to stay where she was and not run from his canine body. For he was a wonderer, a searcher for beauty, trapped in the body of a feared predator. He did not like this, he did not agree, but there was no way to change without dealing with Cerberus himself.

......Till Death do we part...
To F.ade
To P.erish
To D.ie

Myai

hush pale child...

The pained mare's lobes flickered back as they caught the sound of a canine's soft whine. Automaticly her haunches turned into a whirlwind of action, although slowled by the water preasure. She turned swiftly so she was facing the predator, lobes stiff and forward, as she watched the wolf in full flight mode. She even started to make a run for the shore, but just as her pistons raised to hurry forward his words came floating into her listeners. Something about them stopped her from fleeing, although she still watched him with extreme caution. Ignoring his words, she instead questioned him in a demanding and fearful tone.
Who are you? Why do you not attack, you are a wolf?

Azin

As he had suspected, the horse was ready to flee. However, much to his delight, she had stayed where she was and turned to him. Odd questions, and one assumption filled his voice takers, his response was filled with joy. I am Azin, He walked to the side, not toward her, letting his body get slowly into the water. Maybe after a talk he, too, would clean his dirt filled body. Gold coins shifted back to the mare as she stood there, awaiting his answer. I am not full wolf, I am mixed with that of the human companion. My instincts will not allow me to attack such a beautiful creature as one who humans and dogs have been companions with for a while Sight focused down to his own reflection. Although I do see how you could mistake me for a wolf, I live in the wolf kingdom. When I was a pup, my human master abandoned me. But I will not punish another animal for the mistake the two leggers make. He offered a friendly smile and looked up to her. Still noticing her blood patched, Again, I do ask, what happened to youíre beautiful coat? still he was showing no sign of aggression, no signs that he wanted to hurt her. He didn't want to attack her at all.

A J A X

Setting the Scene
The whispering wind sauntered through the skies, making everything in its path ripple like a distrubed water surface. Tree leaves rustled and their huge branches rocked gently too and frow. The small spines of emerald blades swayed gently and fluffy white clouds danced across the skies.

Watching the action
Crimson ribbons rippled much like nature upon the boa of A J A X. The Selle-Francais stallion had been wandering throughout the grass-laden lands, searching for someone to join him, or just simply to converse with. The chestnut sahib soon set eyes upon the canine and the fair maiden. Cocking his handsome features, A J A X made his way towards them in a graceful and strong trot. Locomotion ceased near the belle and he gave a dip of his crown in respect of the lady.
Greetings fair maiden. I am A J A X. Would you care to tell me the name of one so beautiful as yourself?
He ment every word aswell. Indeed her radiant multi-toned coat was awesome yet the cut and damage to its silky look made the stallion very worried as to who would cause such damage? His mocha eyes showed this confusion and sorrow. His gaze was cast to the wolf-dog as he spoke of the question that fogged the hellions mind. After a brief nod of his elegantly shaped crown to the canine, his gaze then wandered back to the mare. He too wanted to know the answer, to both his question and the dogs.

A J A X
S T A L L I O N
S E L L E - F R A N C A I S
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L E A D E R S H I P
Lost Valley

L O V E D
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L O A T H E D
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A L L I E S
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