keep me in mind || laer

[Miss Mem]

The cataclysm of the mountain was the polar opposite of this. The beach like environment settled the high strung female, the construction of her bones relaxing underneath the soft caress of the warm breeze that rolled through the trees. The diminishing noise of gentle waves against jagged rocks on a shore nearby began to fade as her physique continued farther into the crevices of a land, a land she didn't know was ruled. Hoofprints on the ground gave her a simple clue that equines must resided here, and jealousy bubbled inside the pit of her stomach. Why? She didn't quite know, perhaps it reminded her of her previous home and why she had lost it. Perhaps it was because it was a jealousy that they had found this before herself. It would have been a pleasure to see it unmarked by the animals on the land. Grass was greener on the other side, she supposed. Supposing it was a good thing she had went through the light-headed experience of trekking through the bellicose mountain. Her tresses of mane lightly sticking to the left side of her neck, and rebels remained on the right. Finally, beginning to rise her body temperature so hypothermia wasn't a risk to her. If she had stayed in the mountain any longer, it would have been a slight chance of it. Thank the heavens for spring weather and a beach-based terrain. She glimpsed up, eyes immediately shifting to the afternoon sun in which bore down heavily onto the land, summer was nearing and that would be impossible to tell from the previous weather.

The mare found it silly. Seasons, that was. How they changed in a matter of just a few months. How can something go from thirty degrees and below in winter to sixty plus degrees and plus in spring? Her mind pondering on the thought as her hooves touched the feel of the grass, it was a cushion feel. Felt good not to have rocks jabbing into the bottom of your feet, everytime you walked it felt like daggers. A sigh of relief emitted from her vocal cords, and it hummed into the oxygen, swirling around several times almost like an echo - showing the emptiness of the land and then faded. Curiosity struck her like it would for a cat, it was going to get her into a mishap one day that she couldn't wriggle out of like she was able to when she was a child. Things were much, much different now. Once you hit an age where adults found you capable of caring for yourself, you were tossed out to the wolves and expected to survive. If you didn't survive, you were considered weak and dependent on others. If you did, you were thrown more life tests and expected to overcome them all at once. It was quite a feat to try and overcome, especially on your own, asking for help would destroy your independence and make you look like a damsel in distress, no matter your gender.

A strong aroma of other equines hit her almost all at one time, her neck shrinking back from its outstretched position for a moment before the tension relaxed. Her body reprieving from the tense position, she didn't want others that were looking upon her, if any, to think she was some kind of danger. Although, at fifteen hands, there weren't much to find her as a threat. Her trotting pace decreased into a turtle-like walk as she took in her surroundings, drank them in for once here without trying to quickly move on foot, as if someone were to be chasing her. She had only glimpsed here and there, never actually stopping to view the sights that the Gods had given them. There must have been some kind of authority here, the gut feeling had told her several times. She hadn't actually wanted to believe it until now. She flicked her tail, nearly impatiently, as auburn eyes quested across the horizon; vertically and horizontally. Sure, she wanted the place to herself and herself only. Maybe that was when the greed trait had come to surface, but she wouldn't actually let it take the best of her.

There was a startling softness about this place that had reeled her here and not to the south where it would be plenty warmer, considering there was a desert-like area near there. Where her lineage would basically belong but she couldn't always go with what she felt was right for her. "Anyone here?" She said aloud, silently hoping that it would rope someone's attention, anyone to let her know she wasn't alone here. Aroma wasn't a base connection to meaning there were others around, it just meant they had been here before, even if it was shortly ago. Her body language soothing as she awaited for someone to arrive before she continued her travel across the terrain as she came to a silent stop, her hooves digging deeply into the grass and dirt underneath. Enjoying the feel of it as her eyelids began to close, using her ears as sensors for an arrival.

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[atrb=background,http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/5729/laee.png] He would admit, he was getting lonely. The lands of the Divine were quiet and lacked the equines that it should be holding. Laermeluion wished to have a herd that thrived and would grow. However, so far, the lands were bare and quiet. It frustrated the King to quite and extent. He offered his home to anyone of the Divine alliance and wished to live in such a grand place. But so far, there seemed to be a shortage of the alliance in which he ruled. It saddened him. Laer knew that the Demonic alliance was growing. He needed to make sure that at any moments notice, he would be able to protect the home he loved. The painted stud did have one thing on his side however, it seemed as though the Demonic King was disgusted by mixed breeds. Would he allow those of mixed blood join his herd? That was questionable. But these days, there were not many left of such bloodline. Laer knew this, for he himself was one of mixed blood. He would never stood to such low levels in which the one known as Felix Hell did. Never. To clear his head, Laer decided he would head to the beach. It was a beautiful place and he enjoyed to walk through the pale sands. With the sounds of the waves crashing against each other and the banks themselves, it made a great place to think or relax. But at the moment, Laer needed to think more than relax. He needed to figure out how to raise his numbers. Raise them to be able to protect the ones that needed it most. They needed to be able to stand up against the demonic raise if it was ever needed to be done. So making his way through the dense brush of his home, in the distance he heard that of a voice. Laer didn't like not knowing what was going on in his lands so immediately he picked up his pace and made his way towards the opening of the jungle to the beach. He lept over a large tree trunk that had fallen over into the pathway, landing with a thud on the other side. He slowed as he neared the opening and then walked out, his gaze appearing on that of another equine, a mare. Laer walked out of the brush slowly, watching as the mare stood with her eyes closed, probably soaking in the sounds of the beach as he did. Deciding he should announce his precense, he nickered gently. Greetings. Welcome to Tyriel, my home. He paused for a moment, Are seeking something miss? His voice was not threatning in any way but held a sort of authoritive tone mixed in with his deep lyrics yet they were smooth and gentle. He awaited her reply as he slowly walked towards her and ocean itself. Laer liked to feel the water creep around his legs as he stood just far enough along the sands to do so. im talking right now

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OOC: recycled post.. hope its okay lol

[Miss Mem]

You ever get that feeling that shoots through your bones so quickly, when someone is coming up behind you, that it feels like their wielding a knife because your body is on so much high alert and stress? Adalain felt that from time to time, not necessarily with the King in which she still hadn't a clue to his approach. Her auditory senses failing her in that department, and her eyes were tightly shut - as if she were trying to dream, trying to drift away into a world where it was all about you. To create things in a dream, just to awaken again and hope they could come true. Her petite figure shifted weight in between her hind hooves every few seconds before a louder crunch of sand and dirt had auditioned for her full attention. Eyelids fluttering open, resembling that of a butterfly. A butterfly who didn't quite know how to fly yet as she frantically opening her eyes.

Mentally cursing herself for not paying the terrain some attention. It had deceived her, and there stood a stallion. Much larger than the last brute she had laid eyes upon in the mountain land. Her eyes scrounging for any kind of danger that he could possibly wield other than his height. His height seemed to be the only threat to her, yet he was not flaunting it. He must've been one of the ones she had heard of. The Lights, was it? Her head cocking forward as a grin spread across her face. Showing she meant no harm, although harm would not be a problem for the large stallion. He seemed to be nearly twice her size, if not more. As he took his place, residing his feathered hooves not far from her, she nodded slowly, taking in his words as his baritone filled her ears to the brim. 'Greetings. Welcome to Tyriel, my home. Are seeking something miss?' Authority filtering through every crevice in his voice, but a gentle authority that he'd made sure to let seep through the cracks that showed he meant no harm to her.

Taking the time that she could before storming up a reply, she was brain dead. Her brain metaphorically still frozen from the mountain. His body resembled hers in a way, despite the build and height, it was mainly the color. The splashes of dapple grey covered his large figure, and white had filled in the rest as a background color almost. A tail that dragged the ground and a mane that matched in hue; he was a beautiful creature, indeed. "Pardon me, for intruding that is, sir. I guess I had let my curiosity take the best of me in the battle and I had to see this beauty for myself," stating as she took another quick glimpse around the land. "I suppose I owe you my name right now since I'm your intruder. My name is Adalain, you can call me whatever you wish."

notes - it's fine dear. c: i don't mind at all.

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/30wt8xw.jpg] Laer seemed to have stumbled upon a mare whom had come into his lands and began to enjoy it as he did everyday. He could tell she wasn't really sleeping however she seemed to be relaxed and in a dazed state. For as he came closer, she seemed to realize she was no longer alone. It was hard to sneak up on anything with such heavy footfalls. Laer did his best to become better at being more graceful but it was difficult with such draft heritage. He was not exactly the smallest stallion in the bunch but he made do. The grey over stud made do with his form and seemed to be doing well for himself. He did his best to come less threatenign when close to others he had gotten to know and did not wish to make them uncomfortable. However, with not even emergining from the treeline yet, he could just see the form of the other equine. Standing their in the opening, he let his eyes adjust to the difference in lighting. It was much dimmer in the dense jungle of trees and bushes than to the opening of the beach where the sun would find you and wam you to the core. This he did not mind though. The sun was his friend and there were always ways to escape its rays. He ran his eyes over the mare as he stood upon the sand. it was nice to see anothe equine life upon his lands. He gave her a smile and then walked casually towards her, giving no sign of a threat. His own lyrics floating upon the air as he welcomed her. Laer watched her reactions as he neared her. The mare seemed slightly taken back by the size of him as he neared her. Arabian blood clearly ran through her veins. Laer had actually came across yet another arabian in his lands. He smiled at the thought of such pure blood in Tyriel. He himself was not of pure blood but this was not a factor to himself as much as his enemy, the demonic king. He did not just by the pureness of ones blood but by the character of ones heart. Laermeluion stood there waiting for a reply from the mare. His eyes looked over her more. She was grey like him. Seems he came across several of such color in his lifetime. Odd? He wasn't really sure. They were more common than he had thought. Laer's own eyes saw that of the mares wandering as well. He had caught her taking in his own looks as well. It didn't bother him however. It was good to look those over in which you meet. Harks twiched as he listened to her sweet voice, "Pardon me, for intruding that is, sir. I guess I had let my curiousity take the best of me in the battle and I had to see this beauty for myself." The King watched the mare as she looked around at her surroundings again and he joined her, proud of his lands. "I suppose I owe you my name right now since I'm your intruder. My name is Adalain, you can call me whatever you wish." Laer smiled and chuckled lightly. "Dear Adalain, do not fret for I welcome you graciously to my home." He held the smile upon his lips. He stepped out upon the sands overlooking the waters and then turned back to her. "I am Laermeluion, but you may call me Laer. I am happy to be graced with your company miss." He took a step towards her again. He was happy to have company and to be able to converse with her as she stood upon his lands, enjoying it just as much as he was.

OOC: sorry not my best

[Miss Mem]

What a striking breed, it was something that had yet to come in crossfires with Adalain's path until this day. Always coming into a coincidence with equines her size, or even a slightly larger height than herself, but nothing with feathered pedestals and a height that still held a large elegance to it. Her head quirked to the side to an odd - numbered degree as she took a simple step closer, eyes on his or trying to be as her figure pulled her closer. Entranced, nearly. "Might I ask what breed of horse are you? I've never seen anything quite like it. I'm sure it is quite common, but I've yet to see anyone like yourself about this place nor where I've come from. Pardon me if it's rude but it's quite stunning really, I've seen equines of your kind in the distance but I've never had the audacity to come any closer than a few hundred yards." Her words had a possibility of coming out a tad bit naive, but it encircled her brain. She'd heard of the breed's name before: perhaps a Shire, was he? A Clydesdale? No, that wasn't it. She racked her brain for answers as her eyes locked onto his figure.

It was quite like she hadn't actually got a total view of him until now. Now that he had uncovered himself from the envelope of the shadows and protection of the treeline. She smiled. Showing a generosity that words just could not simply do without a smile behind it. Outstretching her neck as her nostrils quivered excitedly as her body began to awaken underneath the pressure of the warm breeze that barreled on through. Many of times her mother had told her tales of feral mustangs and crazed cowboys in the midst of chasing one another, and it sent a curiosity so powerful that it racked through her mind everyday that it could. She had yet to see one with her own eyes; and her mother assured her that she would know one when she saw one. They held a wild look in their eyes and a soul that was impossible to break, one that would always belong to the wild - just as equines in general, themselves - but that's what Mustangs were raised to be. Wild.

'Dear Adalain, do not fret for I welcome you graciously to my home.' The female let the soft words of kindness sink into her brain, registering them and just about to part her lips to thank him before he spoke again. 'I am Laermeluion, but you may call me Laer. I am happy to be graced with your company miss.' What a unique name to go along with such a unique breed - which probably wasn't unique to the rest of the equines that had laid eyes on him, surely they had been wild much longer than herself had. "Oh yes. I'm in much need for some company, as well. I was just wandering when I came across here and you say this is your home; are there others?" She inquired, curious if he was just as fresh here as she was. Her eyes landing on him once more, ears twitching and swiveling about her head as they scanned for any type of danger or another one that could possibly approach, almost like a radar. You can never be too careful, as naive as she was - there was hardly anyone or anything you could trust anymore due to the way the world was currently. An ongoing conflict between the alliances that had yet to be settled.