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 Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 2:14 pm
With long strides, the stallion walked through the field, suddenly feeling a bit chilly at the now hidden sun. The season had its pleasant days, but it also had its cold days, which in Ariston's opinion were dreadful. He really hated the cold, and he was dreading the now diminishing summer. His skin would soon get dry, and his morning routines would take much longer.
But despite those worries, the stallion found himself gazing at the now colorful leaves, since that was a pleasant past time of his. The colors never ceased to amaze him, and as he crunched over some on the ground, he nosed about to find more trees that were falling. How the season's changed were always a mystery to the stallion, but the sheer beauty made him happy in thought, and his eyes were always pleased with the ever building colors on the ground.
Soon it would all be taken over with white, and the white would get VERY annoying. So, if anything, he figured he should enjoy the season as it lasted.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 7:40 pm
Haluin sighs faintly as he walks upstairs to his small, neat, upstairs room. The windows are covered with that odd sort of plastic that allows him to look out, but none to look in, and a bird feeder is hung off the sill, to watch and maintain. He picks up the shirt, wondering faintly how it's odd construction will be taken by those who know nothing about the reasons for it's odd retailoring, and folds it over his arm, listening to the faint sound of conversation downstairs. He doesn't know what they're talking about, but if he did, he'd have to admit to having had a few curious thoughts about his lineage himself from time to time. Thoughtfuly, he rubs his left shoulder through his shirt, where on the arc of his shoulder, where he would have been pressed tightly to his mothers chest once, an smooth, slightly warped scar rides, twisted slightly by time and growth, the shape of the cross never the less remains, looking slightly glossy and strange compared to the matte color of blue that his peach fuzz fur gives the rest of him.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 6:40 pm
It wasn't hard for Ariston's eyes to catch that of where the female was lingering. His expression was instantly swept away into one of awe, and he curled his feet around to change his direction towards hers. What was this? A new spectacle it seemed. She was mysterious and dark, and he loved that.
She was gorgeous and held the beauty of a Kalona, and that fact alone shocked him. He was not one to usual complement anything towards the Kalona race, but he couldn't help his taste. A female Kalona was always beautiful to his eyes, but one who actually attributed ideal beauty went above standards compared to others. With diamonds hanging off her and radiant eyes scoping the landscape, he was stunned in a glamorous shock. He couldn't deny beauty when he saw it, and for a moment he caught himself in a stare of recognition. The female had colors that contrasted his, but it only proved to him the reaches that beauty could take on a creature.
Her demeanor was still a mystery to him, and he knew he couldn't approach her too quickly. Female Kalonas were never kind and usually wanted to attack him, so he needed to stay wary of that fact alone. His curiosity was overwhelming, so there was no way he would walk past the beauty in front of him.
Moving himself closer to where the female stood, he flicked his hair out of his eyes and called out to her, keeping himself in a gentlemanly tone. "Well hello there.."
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