Searching for Something—Salvage— [Renea/Open]

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[bg=8f865b][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] ˙·٠•●♥ εlyѕιυм ♥●•٠·˙ I wish...I wish... A golden-hued head turned toward the bright horizon with a slight air of longing, mixed with a hint of sad melancholy. Clear eyes took in the surrounding area, while the delicately-sculptured crest strained from its former relaxed position. Light wisps of flyaways were shook out of the way in one fluid motion. And for a moment, the figure did not move, not even when a songbird daintily hopped near the equine. She has led quite a life. Young as she is, Elysium has experienced things few had been subjected to. She never knew her father, who had died before her birth. Her mother, she remembered, was only able to take care of her for a few short months before an accident took her away from the filly. After that, the youngling had wandered singly about the lands, a vllnerable, long maiden. Only recently has she come to realize that she need to come under some kind and form of authority, a king or a herd to belong to. Just surviving is not fitting for her, much less any horse; she wants to really live, to experience life with friends to the fullest. So that was the sole reason why she was here in the first place. Along the way, the young mare had been extremely careful and wary to the ungulates she had met. Not that she was a hard-hearted gal—far from that!—but by nature, she is more on the cautious side, wanting to know everything before doing any advancing. A soundless sign escaped her maw, which was immediately followed by a mental scolding. Should she not be content with her present lot? So far, she had much to be grateful for, such as being untouched physically and emotionally; of that she was truly thankful. Yet still.. I wish I have a place to call home...and someone to watch over me... |Calling| Amenhotep by Renea |Muse| High |Word Count| 309 |OOC| My first RP post here...yay!

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[atrb=background,http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee403/lindseyrichardson1991/Horse%20RPG/Background_zps27afc909.jpg] Graceful winds moved through the land, the scent of the sea carried on each wisp of wind that danced through the trees and the leaves. The greatness of Amun could be felt as the breeze touched the white arabian. Black cords whipped around his neck as he lifted his head, thanking the great deity. Opening his eyes, brown orbs searched the horizon of the ocean, something that was only seen at the great Seas known as the Mediterranean or the Sea known as Red. This land, however, this was no sea, it was an ocean it went on for many miles. It held the greatness of Sobek and Nephthys, the deities of the Rivers in Egypt and of water. Yes, they were truly shown here! Amenhotep smiled down at the water from the cliff he stood on, enjoying the very wind that touched his body. Already, the thickened pelt could be seen as Autumn already was becoming to an end and winter would soon be upon them. Winter, he had yet to feel it in these lands. The horse of the desert was not going to find this easy at all, he was sure it would push him to his very limit. Not only that, the divine lived in the lands of the north. It seemed the still stallion was ready to move, his thoughts on the great Gods and how they would protect him during these winter’s months. Apep was sure to plunge the world into darkness during this time, was sure to bring coldness. Egypt had no true God or Goddess of Cold, but Apep was sure to have some connection, right? Removing the thoughts from his own mind, his eyes settled on another. The creature before him was fairly pretty, however, he had never seen such a coloring upon an Arabian and her features told him that she was an Arabian. It was a very odd thing to see, though he was sure that he could find out the reason why. Maybe she had another breed within’ her? It was possible, but her appearance was very strange to him. Finally, he had come into a respectful distance and lowered his head. "Hello Mi'Lady." Lifting his head slightly he gave a smile. "I am Amenhotep, Duke of these lands."

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WC. 389
TAG. elysium by eclipsestar
COM. sorry for the way
SONG. it's not my time by three doors down

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Elysium arched her crest slightly, as to relieve some unfelt tension. It just was not at all like her to dwell on such negative misgivings, and she wondered why she was now.

Well, maybe I am just a little bit— Her private thoughts were interrupted by the sound of approaching hoofsteps. She whipped around swiftly, curiosity overpowering her caution. Living a life close to a loner, it was quite a rare treat, one can say, to meet an ungulate face to face again, and that of a handsome knight...

“Hello Mi'Lady.”

The light henna damsel returned the friendly smile with one of her own. Her tone was light and smooth, yet still carefully guarded. Strangers were still strangers, after all. “Good day, my lord.”

The masculine bass was speaking again. “I am Amenhotep, Duke of these lands.”

Oh! So that accounts for his noble bearings! She relaxed gracefully, deciding to trust this Duke. “An honor to meet you, sir.” She dipped her head respectfully. Somehow, it came all so naturally to her. Why? She honestly did not know. Maybe because of the male's princely stance? She could tell that he was no ordinary patron

And I am no ordinary lass. She mused inwardly, a bit naively. However, by nature, she still hesitated to give out more information then what is deemed necessary, then that which is asked or required of her. Suddenly, she felt shy in the grand presence of one that held a certain power and position of the land she was standing on. And her strikingly different coloring and hue did not help to ease her self-consciousness at all. At the moment, all she could think about was how unworthy and unfit she was to appear to any equine, duke or not.

At this, she summoned up her courage and pushed aside some of the doubting voices speaking in her mind. Lyrics trembling slightly, she quietly introduced herself. “I am Elysium.”

|Calling| Amenhotep by Renea
|Muse| Will get better
|Word Count| 316
|OOC| Talk about a busy weekend!
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