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Post by Scarlette on Mar 19, 2012 16:53:52 GMT -5
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Summer in the dunes was sweltering – but it wasn’t like the flaxen chestnut stallion hadn’t dealt with intense heat before. This heat was different. It was a dry, unforgiving heat, unlike the sticky humid heat he had been used to when living in the Mire as a child. Granted, the oasis that supplied his meager herd with life giving resources offered a nice retreat. He was thankful for such an accommodating feature to his home. Lowering his white muzzle to the clear, refreshing water, the stallion guzzled greedily from the oasis without a second thought. He had been wandering since that morning, and the noon sun was unforgiving at best. He knew that here, with some rare shade and water, he could seek the relaxation he wanted until the sun waned away.
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Post by Hud Levine on Mar 19, 2012 17:02:24 GMT -5
With a jaunt rather characteristic, Sutton found herself nearing an oasis. Or, at least, that's what she thought it was. Poor Sutton had been the victim of two mirages during her trek through the desert. Though, instead of finding them deceiving and cruel, she was interested. What was this magic? What was it about endless sights of tan sifting through itself that messed with the mind so? Rhys had warned her that Saraph was a place to be feared, but this mare found it enthralling.
Sutton happily kicked sand behind her as she pranced toward the waters, unaware of those around her. She took a few great gulps before lifting her head and spying the sand herd. In particular, the striking presence of the unicorn before her. With a quiet gasp, Sutton took one step back before realizing that with an air such as his, this stallion must be the one she was seeking in the first place.
"H-hello, sir! Are you... Montgomery?"
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Post by Scarlette on Mar 19, 2012 17:22:42 GMT -5
The painted stallion let out a contented sigh, once he had had his fill of the water. His thirst quenched for the time being, he could now turn his gaze elsewhere. Though there wasn’t much to be seen, but the few things that could be found were breathtaking within themselves. He could be content to spend his days here, but knew that was not the life he had chosen for himself. Life was not hard, per say, in the Dunes, but rather it was a challenge. A challenge he enjoyed with each and every day that passed.
Blue eyes blinked, pulled suddenly out of a day dream, only to find himself to be flustered that he had been caught unaware. His gaze snapped to the mare, only to be startled to find what stood before him. Colors he hadn’t thought to have been possible were splashed across her, in such a pattern that it was pleasing to the eye and not overdone. She appeared to be as startled as he was, or happy to see him. Or both. The stallion couldn’t help himself but smile broadly at her inquiry, nodding his horned head slightly. “Yes, ma’am, Ah am Montegomery. Ah be the ruler of the Dunes, but please do call me Monte,” he replied brightly, his thickly accented voice was warm and inviting. “Who might you be, miss?”
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Post by Hud Levine on Mar 19, 2012 20:27:21 GMT -5
That accent... It washed over her like a waterfall of warmth. Sutton had always seen herself as having no accent, but her brother did. Maybe it had something to do with their father... Sutton never saw much of him and Rhys practically never had a relationship with their mother. None of that mattered now. Sutton knew she'd found her place. Perhaps for less than crucial reasons, but they worked for her.
The colorful mare's ears flicked toward Monte's, eager to hear every word they had to say. She even took a few steps around the oasis' clear blue pond to stand facing the unicorn much closer than before. How could someone so welcoming and kind be a ruler? Sutton had always equated the word with harsh, impassible, merciless leadership. Montegomery may be a leader, but he didn't fit the rest of her old criterion. The mare smiled as he asked her name.
"I'm Sutton. I've been traveling for seasons trying to find you."
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Post by Scarlette on Mar 19, 2012 20:59:16 GMT -5
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His broad smile did not lessen as she inched closer, feeling an enlightening sensation that she wasn’t shirking away from him. He had been relatively liked, despite the mutation that was prominent on his forehead, but the few instances had left a bitter taste in his mouth. Now he was in the company of a mare, who was admittedly more mutated than he was, but he felt more at ease alongside her than any of the others he had encountered.“Well then, Miss Sutton, it’s a might big pleasure to meet you,” he chirped happily in response, clearly still pleased even as his broad smile finally dimmed some. His head tilted slightly, his brow crinkling slightly as his brows came together. “Lookin’ for me, Miss Sutton?” he inquired, merely paraphrasing what she had asked. “Well then, what can Ah help you with? Ah’ll try mah best to do what you need me to do.”
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Post by Hud Levine on Mar 19, 2012 21:51:28 GMT -5
He seemed comforted by her presence. It only added to her feeling of welcome. How lucky she was to seek out what turned out to be the perfect place for her.
Sutton hung on his every word. A "might big" pleasure indeed. "I've wanted to live in the deserts since I was a yearling," she said with stars in her eyes. Those were the days - carefree and always jovial. In her maturity, she'd gained a little of the selfishness of her brother while also retaining the good-naturedness of her mother. It was a strange combination - one that she fought to restrain. Sutton let her turquoise tail lay low, doing her best to downplay her mutations. It wasn't easy.
"Do you think it's too soon to be asking for a spot in your herd?"
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Post by Scarlette on Mar 19, 2012 22:06:23 GMT -5
He listened patiently, listening raptly to every word he spoke. It was polite, for one, and expected of him as a ruler, secondly. He couldn’t help but silently understand the stars in her eyes as she spoke; understanding what she sought out here in the dunes, to a degree. Such a feeling had pulled him here to begin with, though he no intention on ruling. Fate had smiled upon him that day, and he wouldn’t go back and change it in the slightest. With a nod, he silently gestured he understood, though his blue gaze flickered out away from the brightly colored mare briefly to scan their surroundings. His gaze had settled on her once more as she spoke again, drawn by her request. His broad smile from before returned, clearly pleased by her request. “Of course, Miss Sutton!” he exclaimed brightly, his head bobbing again in confirmation. “Mah home is your home, however long you wish to stay here. It would be an honor to have you stay with me and mah herd.”
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Post by Hud Levine on Mar 19, 2012 22:21:04 GMT -5
Wow, had Rhys been wrong. Well, perhaps not about the trip, but the destination was what really mattered to Sutton.
Montegomery was everything she'd hoped he would be. Accepting her so readily was appreciated. He was such a kind soul - she could already tell. His origins did not lie in the deserts for she'd heard Southern equines speak before. No, he was from somewhere else, but she found it impolite to ask at the tender young age of the relationship. Nevertheless, Sutton knew she would like it here.
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