Starlight, Stardim, Last Star I See Tonight...

[Angelness]

--Overall, she had accepted her fate. She would never find love. Never find peace. Never find hope. So be it. That was her life. I'll have to make the best of it.--

That was her attitude towards most things lately. Life was worthless. So many had tricked and decieved her with false pretenses of love, she hardly remembered what the word actually meant. What love, trust, and faith felt like... She had experienced it once. After... Them. But now, looking back, it was like she had heard about it a story; experienced it from afar. She had heard it, felt it, but couldn't remember it any longer.

Even in the fading sunlight, her shimmering white coat stood out like a beacon of a thousand stars; hence her name. But with a head hung low, a tail dropped to the ground, and hooves that barely left the ground... Her beauty was greatly dimmed, to say the least.

Finally, she stopped to take one of the few drinks she had been able to have in the past few weeks. At first, because she hadn't had the appetite to eat or drink; now because there WASN'T anything to eat or drink. In fact, this land so greatly resembled her it wasn't funny.
It was breaking down, ever so slowly, from lack of water. Food was dying, and so things were dying, as was she. Slowly, ever so slowly, she was dying. Something was tearing at her heart, destroying her from the inside out. Not a tapeworm or a lukeworm, or anything. No, nothing that was LITERALLY tearing at her heart. It was a secret and a truth that could not be overcome. Something that made her just want to end it. And yet, as with this land, there was the Jaded Falls. A little bit of hope. Hope that was dwindling, but it was still hope, small as it may have been.

[london]

The lithe of the bronc seemed wieghtless as he cantered into the realm. Skull was held high as his occuli drifted to the only inhabitant he could see. Attic worked upon thoughts of the unknown vixen bore his view. Nares flared to take in her aromas.

Bod finally made effort to go near. He stopped right before her own massive contruction. Allo fair maiden Vocals slipped forth as trassel crowded occuli looked about her form. Dial tossed, allowing his mane into the atmos. It soon relay upon his napes side in comfort.

Rays of blinding sunlight hit his blackborn peltage. A single thread of sweat rolled down the side of his facade. A smirk lay upon his features as a dagger rose, and then relay with a powerful thud on the vegitation. Dial soon lowered in a slight bow but rose rather quick. Dentals flashed only quickly to show he was of more dominance than the femmora. Whipcord met with his hocks disturbing the awkward silence between them.

[Angelness]

((Eheh, nice post =P However, the sun was setting. Hence, "Even in the fading sunlight..." lol))

Her pearly white audits flicked, though only barely, at his words. This stallion had a very large ego, or so it seemed. Dominance? Peh. Whatever. (It was probably the wrong way to approach it, but it was the way she approached it, nonetheless. Or actually, it WAS the wrong way to approach it...) So he prided himself on position? This should be interesting...

"Hello, stallion," She said in reply. She used a tone and a choice of words that was in quite contrast to her current appearence. While she looked weak and broken, her voice sounded powerful. Strong. Proud. Whether it was an act or not was, as so many things were, unknown to all but her. Others would think it to indeed, be an act. She knew otherwise. Heartbreak was not the same as being omega. Not even close.

She lifted her head just enough to appear as though she were nibbling on a small patch of dead grass, yet her eyes locked straight onto his, making her seem only that much more "dominant". It was a both a message and a challenge. Stallion though he was and fae though she was, they were equal by her terms. At least as of that moment, they were. Only time would tell who was higher. By all others in existance, he was automatically higher, simply by gender. But then, she wasn't "all others in existance", and past experiences had only sharpened that odd tone in her.

"I be Starlight. May I help you?" She asked, raising her head, proving herself to be hardly an inch shorter than he was; her unusually tall audits easily ate up that small distance.

[london]

He smirked in knowing the femmora would be of a challenge. Yet the bronc was willign enough to take such challenge. Seeing her bulk rise against his own he allowed his skull to tilt slightly wards the heavens. Nares flared once more.

You seem to think of me as a... Lyri trailed off as his attic thought of the correct wordings a brong of all posibilites. Do you dare think I am like Salt, a stag I am sure you will one day encounter, and eat upon my ego? Vocals seemed to cackle forth. The stag was not one of show nor authority. He just dare not let himself appear vunderable.

Whipcord met with his torn peltage, scars of distant memories were left upon the hocks in which his banner seemed to greet with hostility. His smirk remained upon his features as he spoke once more, lyri remaining calm as they were issued forth to the femmora I ask of you to dare and try to come upon my lands. I came forth of Death Valley in hopes a bueaty and a resentful fem, such as yourself, would meet my eye

[Angelness]

Her eyes narrowed, but she considered something before she spoke. She was light. But the first creatures attention she had attracted was dark. No light stag had ever really suited her. Maybe THIS was the right path. Starlight? Oh well. She wouldn't change her name. If, indeed, darkness was her path, it would only surprise her enemies that much more when/if she beat the hell out of them.

Did she need to change her manner? Nah. She had been herself earlier and had gotten his offer through that. If it wasn't good enough later... So be it. She'd leave. Even if she had to kill herself to get out of his grip, she'd leave.

"Very well. Show me to your... Home." Her voice still commanded power, but now it had the slightest tinge of boredom embedded into it.

((Wow that was bad... Oh well =P You wanna post there?))

[london]

ooc| go to Politics Herd in Death Valley, or make a new thread. cya there