-As gentle as a ..d.o.v.e..

[Wandering Spirit]

OOC: For you, Amo ;D

As the evening approached, a midnight rider advanced the few final paces it took before he entered his lands. This time, however, he wasn't to enter alone. Returning home with the beautiful duo-toned minx brought great joy to the king. There had been one other that had made the journey from the claiming grounds, and to be hand chosen, not by the ruler, but by the female deeming him worthy enough to lead over her was certainly something special. Vogue Mode had demanded his respect, and even further than that, made him work toward winning her trust and affection. Both traits impressed the raven lord, and resulted in the journey that faced completion.

Turning t'ward the undoubtedly tired femora beside him, he nuzzled her name. "We've arrived, dear. If you find yourself unable to continue till morning, we can rest here within the borders before advancing to the clearing. Finn Tempete, Lune De Miel, Crimson Conflict and Gospel will be excited to meet you, but for the moment, are more than likely satisfied to wait until the morning. I wouldn't want to wear you out on your first day in your new home." He finished with a smile.

Looking heavenward, he noticed the glistening jewels hovering overhead. Spotting one that seemed to fall from place, he snorted, alerting Vogue to the site above. What an enchanting evening, he thought to himself. With the slight season change, he was well aware of the turmoil it caused in the fair maidens. Able to scent it on the dove beside him proved her to be no different. Able to control his programmed urges, he payed it no mind. She had just learned to trust him, how stupid it would be to alert her to the fact that if she ever wanted a next of kin, that he would be honored to oblige. That conversation would come at her leisure and in her own timing if she ever felt the need to speak of it. Waiting for her to give him a yay or nay to advance, he continued to stare at the constallations above.

[Vogue Mode]

picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been…

Vogue Mode had been following intently, her steps dreamy and her expression far-off. When the stallion leading her halted, she was so busy with studying the landscape she nearly collided into him. But she managed to click back to reality, the smudged sky swinging into clarity as she snapped her attention to Wandering Spirit. For the first time in a while she studied him again, trying to see past the pride and macho he kept up. For some reason he had a troubled air about him, but she paid no more heed to it than a faintly concerned thought. Lips parted and she spoke, her voice still that hazy, feminine tone that made her sound interested in everything that crossed her path. ”Mm… what a lovely little home! I would love to go on, if you wouldn’t mind, Wandering Spirit. Why, now I am so anxious to meet my new herd mates, I don’t feel tired at all!” she claimed vibrantly, looking around in fascination. Her eyes the color of two deep discs of brown lacquer glittered with the reflections of the stars, little sterling silver fireflies suspended in the linen folds of the blackened sky. Their wings pulsed, they twinkled, they intrigued the two-toned vixen.

writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear…

As she seemed to be entirely absorbed by the vibrating pinpoints of light above her, she wasn't. Her head was full of thoughts, all mixed up like a whirlpool of confused water. She had been alone for a while, and had gotten quite used to it, adapted to talking to herself or inanimate objects for the comfort of company. Well, that made it all the more better for her to be in herd, didn't it? She didn't have to be psycho woman anymore... but was it worth that, to have to tolerate other mares? Vo was rather touchy with those of her own sex, finding it hard to talk to them since you couldn't flirt them to death. Sure, she didn't always find interest in stallions, but she had never been able to communicate with other mares ever since... ever since, well, that thing happened. No, Vogue dear, don't think of that. We don't want to get all teary eyed in front of this macho man, do we? We can't look like a mess and ruin our perfect mascara, otherwise it will stain that spotless porcelain fur of yours.

ah, look at all the lonely people
where do they all come from?

She braced herself with a deep breath. It's nothing, Voguey, nothing compared to the era of loneliness you had to endure for those years.

( It's crap, but it's the first time I've posted in like... a month. Don't hurt me. xD )

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[Wandering Spirit]

The times had changed. For at that moment, he stuck out like a sore thumb from the terrain around him. It had been weeks since he had seen much of his land in it's familiar glory. Weeks had passed since he had seen some of his doves as well. Finn Tempete, the one his heart desired...Crimson Conflict...and Vogue mode, that sweet little temptress who would rather flirt than eat, it seemed. Returning to the place where he had seen her last, he was surprised to see her standing almost statue-esque in the same spot where she had been prior. She too, popped from the terrain around her, but had a bit easier time than he, as she had some specks of white gracing her beautiful cloak. Feeling ashamed for his extended leave of absence, he approached her with his nostrils hellbound.

As was his own custom, he embraced her upon seeing her. He had been lonely without so much as the birds as company for these many passed days. He had driven himself to solitude and left her fending for herself in the harshness of winter. He had never expected her to remain at his side in loyalty, but here she stood. As if, waiting for him to find his way home in his own land. If only this little nymph could understand the relief and gratitude whirling up within him at the sight of her. Indeed, he had missed her. Missed having a friend to talk to. And even though they knew very little about each other, they now had time to exchange words and pasts as if they hadn't missed a beat. His past was long, uneventful, and filled with a good share of painful memories. But eh, who wouldn't have some of those, right?

Breaking from his embrace, he looked deeply into her eyes as if to communicate what words never could. He did, however, utter a few simple phrases in case she was unable to pick up on the subtle hints. "I'm sorry for leaving you for so long, Vogue. It was inappropriate of me and doesn't reflect in the least bit the kind of lead I want to be for you. Please accept my apology and promise that I will never leave like that again." he said solemnly. Almost instantly, he knew that this speech would need to be uttered again to the one who held his very breath at the mere mention of her name. Her scent had fled his nostrils and he was uncertain that she even remained upon his peaceful terrain. Still, her delicate, sweet face called his name. Crimson Conflict...where are you?