little flower girl -open-

[caely]

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[atrb=background,http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d76/ranorm/mayleabg.png] Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posies, ashes ashes, WE ALL FALL DOWN.. She sang loudly as she came to the beginning of a land of bleakness. Where the green grass ends and the gravel begins. She stopped and tilted her head, "what a curious place." She thought to herself. Her eyes of electric blue scanned the jutting, sharp spikes that came from the earth. The reminded her of teeth. Demon jaws that opened from the ground. The were ready, she could see it. They were ready to snap shut and eat the unsuspecting creature. The poor soul wouldn't even see it coming. And oddly, enough she stepped forwards, with a sly smile on her face. Her sorrel painted coat stuck out like a sore thumb here. It was desolate, filled with gray and black. No color. Not a single flower. Nor a blade of grass. It was like the air was heavy with something dangerous. And when she breathed it in, she felt it excite her, mildly of course. Nothing serious. But, however, it made her continue on. Not let her turn tail and run back the way she came. Her blue eyes found herself looking around in wonderment at the teeth-like rocks, not really minding where she was going. Just wandering, looking around like a a child looking at stars. And within all this time of wandering around so blankly she seemed to have lost her way. Maylea came to a stop, her ears flicking back and forth in alternation. She looked around, not in a nervous way, just sort of looking around. Everything looked the same from here.. Was it really that easy to have gotten lost here? Clearly. But now, she needed to think about this. To find a way out. "Well, damn..." She said and sighed heavily. How was she suppose to find her way out of here?

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[atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/6scqi0.jpg] Jayy moved in a slighlent wave across the baren landscape. Dinner plate sized hooves pounded the rocks in a rythmic pattern creating a rather soft clicking noise. His heavy pistons carried him effortlessly against the wind, blowing the thick banners around with the slightest ease. Jayy's small velveteen ears flicked forward to listen for any possible signs of life. At first he discovered nothing and discouraged wanted to return to the desert but then a small tick. It was different from his own, lighter and quicker. Who could this be? A horse, out here? Surely this horse must be a stranger, but Jayy had nothing to do and no place better to be so he sprung in to a lope. On the horizon, not to far awiay it seemed, Jayy could faintly make out the figure of a horse. Slowly it became more than just a figure, gaining color and definition. Well if she's trying to hide, she kinda pick the worst spot to do so. The mare was a chestnut paint, unique to find a bi-colored horse like himself. Or really a horse at all, he'd never seen another horse in this land yet so what a rarity. Raising his crown his breath became calm and slow but this is how he got excited. He was a strange horse like that, not seeing the need to act like a two-year-old filly or a roudy inexperienced stallion. Finally he was few feet from, what he could now see, the mare who was quite lovely. Her blue eyes shone much like his, and her coat the same. A smile played it's way chramingly across his black and white maw. Turnning to the mare he sighed and said "Hello there little mare, I'm Jayy and you are."

[caely]

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[atrb=background,http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d76/ranorm/mayleabg.png] Poor little darling, she was standing there looking around like a lost child. Although, she was no child. More or less, a teenager. Stepping out of those pants and getting into the next ones. And so, she was a lost teenager. Not about to start wailing for mommy and daddy, because they wouldn't come. No one would come. She was only to be haunted by her futile cries. No one would come.. No one she wanted to come. Of course someone would find her, she was sure of it. But now, it was not exactly like she wanted to be found. Or did she? Perhaps if she had had been paying more attention to her surrounding she would have caught on to the stench of a male slowly getting closer and practically on top of her in the little clearing in the jutting rocks she stood in. She wouldn't have noticed how close he was getting if not for the sigh that made her jump out of her skin. Although she tried to contain herself, as best as she could. She did this by becoming solid, leaning back on her haunches, and turning around to face whomever was coming. Her ears were tilted back and a bit of a ugly expression took form on her pretty little face, "Hello there little mare," A pause in his words was all it took for her to turn and stare at the massive piebald stallion. She blinked as she studied his expression. It was not threatening, nor was it twisted into some maniacal expression. So she let herself relax a little. "I'm Jayy and you are." Maylea blinked her electric eyes as a red curl fell from her forelock into her eyes. She pursed her lips together tightly and mused, he just had asked for her name so simply. "Maylea." She said then repeated herself, "I'm Maylea." She said, her voice like honey and dark chocolate. It had a luxurious tone to it when she spoke, it was bitter but warm and sweet at the same time. She looked up at the massive stallion that easily towered over her by a full hand. Yet, she wasn't even moved by his size. She had her advantages in this situation. She was quicker, lighter on her feet than he. If things should start to go array, she still could get away.

[Love]

The buttermilk stallion entered the abdobe. It sure was pretty with streams and rivers everywere and grass looking like emeralds. He sniffed the air scents flowing in. He could smell the heavy trace of a mare nearby. He cantered towards the scent and saw her. She was beautiful a sorrel tobiano with bright blue eyes. He spoke"Hello. My name is Rafael. Might I ask the name of this lovely fae standing here before me?" He said and inquired at the same time. He also noticed to his dissapointment that another stallion was there as well. It would tough if the fae had to choose between them. He wouldn't mind if she choose the other stallion but he hoped that if he offered her a place in his herd she would choose his herd.

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[atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/6scqi0.jpg] After he asked her name it seemed the mare jumped with inpressingly quick agility for a horse. When she landed her hooves made the same delecate click he had heard while he was walking over here. She turnned to face him in between his sentances and immediatly he locked eyes with hers in an atempt to read her. What he found was a rather nervous mare who didn't know if she wanted company or not. Jayy didn't much care he was here now. The wind blew and irritated the skin on his back making him instinctivly flick his banner up and around to wisp across his flank. Grr... Maylea was the chestnut mares name, a nice name for a nice mare. Jayy hadn't become irritated with her presents yet so he decided to stay and make a friend some would say. Sighing again, not out of boredom, he move around her with ease in a quick even distanced circle. His blue orbs gazed anywere but her, he was more off checking the area around the two instead of looking at her no matter how beautiful she was. Beinging no were close to captivised though her name rang in his small ears in a dark richtone for a mare. The voice didn't seem to match her... but everyone was unique. When he had returned to the postion in front of her, he shifted his heavy pillars down and simply sat down. As a foal he became acoustomed to using the metod to balnce himself on the lose sand dunes of the desert. His hight became less than now, giving an illution of being harmless when he was the farthest from being anything as such. Not the he had some evil plan to attack and dismember the mare he was just not harmless. Some would say dangerous. His maw opened to talk to the mare again but the his crown jerked and his ears flicked forward to hear hoofbeats... heavyer ones. Feeling as though he was incandesent as to the brutes blinded atempt for the mare, he stayed quiet for a momentl waiting until he was done speaking. Rafael was his name, nice. The cream colored stallion was however very bright against the baring sun, almost acting as a highlighter. Jayy smiled for a moment before glancing back to Maylea, them back to him. Never wanting to be the roudy rude stallion he waited for him to finish speaking to the mare and her to respond; however, not taking to kindly to being blantly ignored Jayy remembered that he was sitting down. He was easily larger in mass and height than this bright stallion. His legs twitched to stand but he just waited to use the intimidation if needed.