It is Known (Daenerys)

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[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 500px; height: 700px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 110%;] [style=margin-left: 15px;] [style=height:200px; width:420px; margin-left: 25px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 2px; margin-bottom: 25px; padding: 2px; text-align: left; overflow: auto;] Lake Vesta was far from Drogo's homeland, both in geographical distance and ecological appearance. He'd grown up in the sands of the Saraph. Such a playground as the desert made for very well-nurtured muscles and long, perpetually sand-ridden hair. The stallion was the very essence of the male sex, his form unparalleled in the Homelands. Drogo, as he was called, had made it his life's journey to find her. Along the way others had tried their hooves at pleasing him but none so far had come close. They all served his temporary needs, small pleasures and treasures. All paled in comparison to the one he was destined to find here. He'd been drawn away from his dusty home to this cool, clear lake this night, silent and eager to meet his celestial match. It was as if the Great Mother had told him herself to come here. His heavy hooves made their way down to the body of water, allowing his dark and white feathers to get drenched in the lake's shallow edges. At the touch of the water, the black vine constricting around his tail tightened, unused to the feeling. The extensions, almost simply thicker hairs with feeling, acted from his emotions and touches, examples of his attitude. New experiences were not what Drogo normally sought and yet, here he was. Lowering his muzzle to the water, his long beard was soaked as he took a light drink from the pool, his eyes dancing around the perimeter for any sign of her or anyone else.

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[Thoxic]

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 500px; height: 700px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 110%;] [style=margin-left: 15px;] [style=height:200px; width:420px; margin-left: 25px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 2px; margin-bottom: 25px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;] In comparison to the stallion she was about to unknowingly meet, she was small, tiny in her built, and delicate, but with something strong about her still. She wasn't weak. She wasn't born here, but it had become her home, she had been sent to exile after her father had died. Her father had been a king, and so, royal blood flowed in her veins. Alas, no more was she a royalty, and she didn't even miss it. Here she was free, and even though she missed having someone to talk to, she had the moon, the moon itself was her company, and the sun during the days. Unaware of the stallion further away, the moonlight white mare entered the line of the water, her long, silky and white feathering immeadietly getting wet, just as her tail. She had incredibly long tail and mane, longer than any horse she had met. Her blue eyes watched over the silent lake, before she dipped her head to drink of the cold water. The winter had yet to take a hold of the vast lake, and even though frost and light snow covered the ground even here, the real cold had yet to set. But it would soon come roaring down from the mountains, and then she would head for warmer ground. She lifted her head from the water slightly, licking her muzzle, and she shook her body, the iridescent scales along her spine and shoulders, gleaming in the moonlight. "Daenerys speech" [/style][/style]

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[Hud Levine]

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 500px; height: 700px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 110%;] [style=margin-left: 15px;] [style=height:200px; width:420px; margin-left: 25px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 2px; margin-bottom: 25px; padding: 2px; text-align: left; overflow: auto;] It was curious how the Mother worked. To send Drogo to such an unfamiliar venue in the hopes of finding her was such a mystical quest. The hulking stallion stood knee-deep in the waters of Lake Vesta, scanning the perimeter as the tip of his beard floated below. It was astounding how soon she caught his eye. Her snow white form stood out like none other in the darkness, despite her distance. The siren was surely a mirage, like the ones he was so used to back in Saraph. Drogo knew that such beauty could never truly exist in the Homelands. The illusion began to almost sparkle before his eyes as iridescent plates on her back mirrored the moonlight above. Drogo remained cool and respectful as he enjoyed the view, completely entranced though calm and collected. Perhaps he had been wrong all along and the Mother had just sent him here to toy with his emotions. Who was to know? While he waited, Drogo did not approach her as so many would in the event of a mirage-sighting. He knew better than that. The desert stallion knew that the only way to make a mirage disappear was to cast it away. But did he really want her to go? He could at least enjoy her a little longer... Drogo, unable to control himself for much longer, let out a low bellow of a neigh, ready for no reply.

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[Thoxic]

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 500px; height: 700px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 110%;] [style=margin-left: 15px;] [style=height:200px; width:420px; margin-left: 25px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 2px; margin-bottom: 25px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;] The sudden sound of someone calling out to her made her raise her head from the surface of the water, where it had been placed to take small sips of the cold water. Surprise showed in her face as she turned her head towards the big stallion further away. He was big, dark and muscular, like the muscles of his body would dance under the skin if he but moved. He stood tall, with an intense gaze that seemed fixed on her. She didn't know him, but at the same time, something struck her like a falling star from the sky, and she just knew that he would play a big role in her life. She didn't know if it would be good or bad, she she hoped that it was the first, but the possibilty that he would might want to hurt her, made her a bit reluctant to get closer to him. But to at least give him a reply, she gave up a clear neigh, pure as silver bells. She raised her tail slightly, probably to flicker it, but since it was so long, the lower part of it was already soaked with water, making it only move through the water when she moved it. She didn't know if she wanted to move closer, as said, since she knew that not everyone around here was friendly, and she had still alot to learn about the social life of others, since her family had been quite reluctant to interract with others. "Daenerys speech" [/style][/style]

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