Darkest Moonrise - Wild Horses - Need Mems!

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((guys, sorry I was gone, was grounded for the past month...))

[xCatastrophex]

Mood: Glad she has been Found.
Location: Near the forest(?)
With: Dynasty.
Crush: Not Yet.
Other: She's Blind.

|:| A Lark's Song |:|

"Love with no excuses, Love with no regrets"
xxXxx

Lark looked back towards the direction of the voice "It wouldn't do much good, because i am blind." she said simply, blankly watching him from her spot. She was very tired, and she felt that the stallion was no threat, so she kpt laying there. She rubbed her nose on her leg, releving an itch that had been plaguing her fro the last few minutes. She was in fact alone. Most considered her different, which she was, but they refused to take any part in her. She soon felt her legs fall asleep and figured it was time to stand back up, so with a grunt, she hoisted her large frame back onto her feet. The mare shook the dust from her pelt, and turned, facing the figure, or so she thought. She was facing him, but her body was at anangle. She flicked her ears towards the stallion, waiting for his responce to her explaination and wether he'd go and leave her, like every other person she's met did, now the he knew she was blind.

- It's okay, Redd. c: Nice to have you back. -

[MigratingCoconut]

Charlatan noted every little detail about her. How she smiled, oh so charmingly. Her giggle, so innocent and pleasing; one that his presence had brought about. She was simply intoxicating. Instead of moving farther away, this time she advanced; not much but it was a start. And then she spoke, her lovely voice reaching him. But the words a bit aggravating. The hypocrisy of her statement, how she was pretending to be scared but none of her true movements showed that, not the fake and planned ones. He didn't linger long on that though for it didn't truly upset him. "Oh, I'm sorry. Am I not allowed to be happy every once in a while?" He watched the darling in a questioning way, slightly disappointed in her. And just like that, his whole stance changed. The drake was no longer relaxed and his posture was straightened into his looming height. Charlatan took a few bounding steps forwards in which his daggers slammed the geo in a suggestive way. He halted only when their chest cavities were nearly touching. The thin space between them almost tangible. He peered down at her. Grinning. His emotion somewhat balancing out his words and pose, emitting a cool about him. As he comprehended the little boundary, he was almost drunken with her so close. Charlatan lowered his skull closer to her, orbs almost level with her and maw so near. The situation could turn awkward or dangerous in an instance or completely opposite and amorous.

Zingara

Zingara caught sight of his appearance which created an evil tone for this opening scene. But she wasn't intimidated by the beastly character that he posed. Sometimes, ones' thoughts could be more perturbing than reality and so she was well accustomed to the feeling. This was not to say that when he spoke, his intonation didn't startle her. By the drakes' countenance, he seemed to have a harsh facade, one that read of enmity. And his smirk only heightened the affect. Although, she did a splendid job at maintaining her composure. Her harks were pricked and she felt such a way that she both did and didn't want to hear what the bronc was saying or be in his presence. But the curiousness of it all just intrigued her more. The dove wasn't close enough that any movement of his was anywhere close to harming her but it was audible when he chomped at her. She rolled her optics at the controversy between his actions and words. But also, his words were just so typical bad guy ones. Nevertheless, he was enticing. She smiled in such a way that it was obvious she wasn't buying what he was selling but would play along for her amusement. And she knew that he was just using her; she wasn't ignorant. She just watched him, circling her form for a while; calculating her next move. And when she was ready, she parted her maw so that she made her words count. Her lyrics were released boldly without any tremor, proving that she wasn't to be frightened. "Oh, I'm flattered that you would think of me as a 'pretty little thing'. And it's just a guess here, but is it possible that you might be the only thing precarious in the vicinity?" Zingara flashed a lovely smile at him, proffering a counterpart, an antagonist to his damnable and nefarious self. She twisted her visage in a cynical, questioning and almost scoffing way. The dove had no desire to remain immobile and so lunged forwards once the stag had nearly circled back to her front. It wasn't a menacing move but it allowed her to have a proper look at him. She rotated herself so that she was directly before him and in his path. Perhaps it was a foolish move with this aggressive being but that didn't seem to faze her much.

I just thought that I could repost these.

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((Thanks! I'm glad to be back!))
The sweet let a smirk play on her facade, so devious and delicious to the eye. Her crown now turned ever so slighty so that she was looking at him from the side, tussled locks spilling over her fine features but leaving her inviting orb clear to watch the brute draw near. The grin upon his maw seemed cocky to her, but she liked it. "Not when your happiness drips with sarcasm," Sin nearly purred to the creature so near to her. He was a touchable distance away, so much that she would be able to nip him with ease. However she stood her ground and watched with her coy little smile as the drake lowered his cranium to be more level with herself. The sudden reality of the moment sunk in with the silence after her words as the rough-looking mare took in how beautiful this stallion was. Handsome just didn't seem to fit him despite the fact that this creature was nearly dripping with a sence of masculenity. After a good long moment, Sin broke silence by heaving a small breath, blowing out at the studs face, the hot air easing from her in a simple, content and playful way.