— FUGITIVE [open]

[X WHIPSTER]

For the first time in days, Elsweyr stepped out from the shadows to let sunlight splash against her sapphire skin, soak it in and appreciate the daytime like it had been years. The youth had been spending time nourishing her tired bodice with food and drink and rest. Now, she had the ambition to explore the meadow in which she harbored close to, a vast sea of fresh green grass. Summer was not new to her, but it was as beautiful as ever here. Something she was not used to anymore. Weyr hardly felt comforted these days. Her wanderlust dimmed since her travels, once a fully ignited wildfire. She could only think that this meadow would suffice as home until she was fit enough to explore the new lands around. It was much like her birth lands; one big place mixed with a multitude of smaller territories for the stallions to make homestead.

She was lost in the plethora of thoughts, standing there and staring absently into the meadow, where no others lingered. It was a popular place, she was surprised that today no one lingered. Inside of her chest, her heart thrummed slow, no worry to wash over her, simply the sun. The warmth splayed like water of a summer time rain. She wished upon rain soon, Weyr loved to bathe in the skies downpours. She missed that the most.

The woman started forward, grass tickling her fetlocks and swaying around her movements. The blue skinned girl lofted her dished crown to take a lungful of air, enjoying the cleanliness. Parts of her tingled with excitement, no longer chained to sadness (though it lingered there a while), able to free herself with the winds. Happiness was an almost unused emotion within her mental. But in that moment, alone and strangely confident. Her banner raised, ruby optics sending a gaze to the skies and squinting at the brightness. “For you, Ambrutus.” Weyr's voice was soft, probably inaudible to any around, if they existed. She had made the choice that day to live as he had wanted, to be a glorious being with no sense of time or true direction. It was her own wish to portray him in her soul, where his memory was nestled and protected by all of her.

Weyr came to a stop, sliding lightly in the moist ground. She may have hated the comfort of others, but times like this were as lonely as ever.

"Speech"

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ARAB X KIGER MUSTANG | THREE YEARS | BLUE ROAN | 14.3 HH | BRIGHT RED EYES | IMPERIUM - NO HERD

"I THINK I SAW YOU IN MY SLEEP, DARLING. I THINK I SAW YOU IN MY DREAMS - YOU WERE STITCHING UP THE SEEMS ON EVERY BROKEN PROMISE THAT YOUR BODY COULDN'T KEEP."

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[X WHIPSTER]

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J A C E L I S E --

-- I put a bullet where

---I should've put a helmet

Jace crawled from the bay ridden shores of Sanguis. Beneath the lord Selven. She had a small herd that was growing now, of her four children. She'd left the kids in Sanguis. With Selven close by, and Iniquity prowling around with Czar she felt confident about these matters. Jace was proud of her growing heir, he handled responsibility well. The tawny faced vix broke the trees that guarded the meadow. The usual mingling was not apparent as she breached the forest. It was mostly barren, aside from one creature lingering in it's heart. Jace put on her best smile before making a determined approach upon the other ess. Her company's grayed pelt contrasted to her own decorative one. A tawny face, and stockings with her own grayed barrel adorn with flecks of black. Jace's obsidian mop flew wildly as she trotted toward the other mare with a wide grin. "My, my all by yourself sweetie?" Jace called toward her in a sing-song voice. Appearing to be as nice as possible if she hoped to rope one more member into her beloved Sanguis.


Jace stopped her movements a short distance away from the other ess. Trying hard not to let on to her insanity. Though her confidence seeped through. "Did you manage to scare the rest of the crowd away? That's okay, they're all pretty annoying anyway... Tell me your name, so I can add remember it with that pretty face of yours." Jace crooned once more. She held herself proudly before the other minx. Flicking her tail once more as she began to circle the femme. As if picking out a prize as a reward for good behavior. Jace imagined Selven bestowing this mare upon her, and her eyes almost glazed over. Instead she just appeared as a hungry wolf stalking her prey. "Tell me deary... where are you from? Do you have anywhere to stay?" Jace inquired as she came to a halt almost beside the other mare. Moving away from her  then, swishing her tail toward the other ess's face with a smirk. "Come now! Speak up, can't have princess Jace waiting." She hissed now before turning back to face the mare. As if she had to try any harder to scream crazy to this mare.