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[CELESTRIA]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=000000] CELESTRIA Nearly pure white in color, her coat twitched just lightly, skin rolling reflexively over her muscles. Her long limbs drew over the land in languid strides, hooves landing softly against the plush earth that surrounded the lake. Her locks were a mixture of white a tan, warring between being completely one or the other. Her muzzle was soft and shapely, almost Arabic in it's structure. She held none of the Arabic blood in her body, which was easily testified in her well-muscled rump and her long sturdy limbs. Her ears rose up, flicking away a random itch, showing their peculiar angle; not quite Oldenburg and not quite French Trotter. She seemed a perfect mixture of two different worlds. A perfect mixture save the fact that he eyes were not exactly common. They weren't, to be practical, exactly eyes, if one had to split hairs. They were green, which wasn't exactly uncommon for her dominion. A misty, somewhat celestial swirl encompassed the depths of her eyes. She could see perfectly fine, and in fact, she wouldn't even know she had them if she didn't look in the water or see people watching her as if her eyes were a life-form all their own. A sneer rose gently to her lips, passing by with the flicker of frustration. Her eyes troubled her, and were not exactly her favorite topic to think on. Graceful, as it was her only saving grace with her eyes distracting anyone from her mind and figure, she moved across the land toward the shallow end of the lake. When she was lonely, or simply couldn't sleep, she would travel from her beloved home and seek refuge in the shady solace of Bosco Lake. The water was cool and pure, and the foliage was lovely to study. She had hoped to come across some new plant form in all of her travels to and from Bosco Lake; failing poorly in her endeavor. She had studied the plant life a lot her solemn travels, not finding much more of interest than the new life that simply sprung up from the ground when it wished to. She found it stimulating to find out the unique features of plants by studying them. Her greatest stimulant, however, was studying others. Her lips quirked upward at the thought, amused that she considered her interactions with others a stimulant more than simple conversation. She enjoyed company, when it consisted of conversation absent of the dry routine of 'The weather is nice today...' Pulling her lithe form to stop just at soft leaves near the shallow point of the lake, she shook her locks from her unfortunate eyes. She was going to take a sip of water and see nothing. She would simply drink her fill and ignore the vision of green that would stare back at her. Buoying her spirits, she heaved a heavy sigh, before stepping toward the bank and lowering he skull. Her muzzle brushed the water gently, sending rippled trickling and rushing away from her lips. Her locks flew forward, draping the curvature of her neck in a swirling mixture of pale curtains. Her tail brushed the ground behind her, sending dirt flicking up toward her hocks. Her ears were perked forward, attentive more so to what she was doing than they were to the noises around her. Her mind, sad as the thought was to her, was focused on the green mists that peered up at her from the liquid she drank. Her nostrils flared gently, her form still as she mindlessly lapped the water and thought the natural cold thoughts she always came up with at the site of her own eyes peering back at her. Speach: 142716 OOC; Yay! First Celestria post! Lyrics: None Tagged: Celestria & OPEN

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[NUNA]

NUNA

The filly was in one of her moods, she had woken up on the bitch side of the bed. Things had gotten better, they always did. Her mood swings were involuntary it was almost as though an alter ego was talking control of the dappled creature just to keep things interesting. Though she had managed to shake the sensation from her young frame and find herself wandering again. Her limbs had longed for travel recently she spent her days moving, letting her eyes take in the lands both foreign and familiar. She had traveled good distances alone and in company, the filly was and interested creature whose light emerald eyes longed to see more than the world she was allotted in life. Eyes were always large and ears perked both characteristics of her hot blooded breeding. Her lines were mostly pure, Arabian decent it was evident even from a distance that the dappled mare was in essence a purebred. Her stride was long, flowing and covering the ground without real effort. The filly was bright, much brighter than the bitch who wreaked havoc on her earlier that morning, She stopped, the spring weather had allowed her coat the sleek out, it was much more dappled in the summer seasons and it was getting lighter with age. The vines that grew over her shoulders and down her legs were fresh and it only made spring more prominent and real to the dappled creature.

The slight breeze through her locks was subtle though thoroughly enjoyed, long elegant limbs resumed a four beat gait though she headed towards the stream this time. The water was cool and potentially dangerous though when she stopped at the edge to quench her thirst the filly watched the surroundings with more caution than usual and after a few seconds passed and only the sounds of harmless nature around her she took the first step into the cool waters. The choice was instantly gratifying and a snort escaped flared nares, though large ears stayed perked and her delicate tiara was held high for a moment for a final scan of the area. The fact that she was still alone and in one piece was comforting, generally a sweet relaxed mare she wasn’t usually so concerned but the mornings happenings had made her on more edge than usual. With the water running over her legs she exhaled and headed down stream, she knew there was a lake that this thing connected too and the cool water felt nice on her frame – she didn’t mind the winter months. Even though her affinity with foliage and vegetation was most prominent in the spring and summer months she was very often the one who demanded a breeze or some clouds through the hot spells. She didn’t fare well in the heat, she didn’t enjoy sweating or roasting – the verbs themselves sounded like poison in her mind and off her tongue alike.

Minding her daggers on the rocky surface she was a sure footed individual but not invincible, despite her many attempts at achieving that status she was just as likely to slip on a rock or tumble in a root as the next equine – so for that reason she took her time. Being alone was never an issue, though alone and injured didn’t make anything easy. In the past her ability to quite literally blend in with the floras had helped her out of situations most would deem “sticky” – but being injured even made that difficult. It was a hard idea to explain to someone, and in all honesty the young filly wasn’t certain she understood the idea completely herself, it was just an ability that she had been born with and learned to master quickly. Ahead there was a drop in the river, she didn’t feel like following so without hesitation she broke from the water and made her way along the side of the river, legs stretched out now the action in her hocks and knees were a tribute to her mother – the mare had been one hell of a mover and Nuna had inherited those traits along with the marking in the shape of a vine that made its home under her left eye. Breaking out of the brush she landed in the waters of the lake, the waters that were much deeper in this particular location than the others she had stepped into before. The elegant creature floundered, the waters mirror like surface was shattered and every ounce of pride she had was gone with the realization that suddenly she wasn’t alone. Righting herself she managed to drag her frame back to shore, shaking her delicate bodice the water flew from her coat and vines in every which direction. She was far enough from the other equine to spare soaking the pale creature, in the common lands she was more cautious in approaching strangers and even though this mare was light pelted and her eyes were an interesting green Nuna felt nerves creep through her. Tone was slightly stiff in the fresh air, though it was evident she meant well.

“The water’s quite nice.”

"words" 8 5 6 "tags" celestria <3"notes" not great for my first post - sorreh, i should get better.

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