Athena and Rose

[Sage]

-- Olympian Athena --

Simplistic white horse. Virtuous alabastar Goddess. Of the Arab type, oynx nostrils poured over the Mother Gaia, tickling her gentler hairs with lips of satin... which only continued to wiggle about and peek a bite or two over cautious, shy engordging. Valuptuous curves, that of a healthy woman rippled at the soft corsets of fluff that jiggled or plummeted whenever a thump of a cobblestone galloper tossed further up the fenceline -- she stuck close to it, neverminding the few avians that twittered and spoke in romanticism tunes near the shade up ahead. A tweak in the head, their songs' made audits pin backwards to envelope within the satins of angelic threads, peeling backward as the breeze now caught up in the hair. Sensual legs surged forward as a bodice of steel was pulled after. Senseless was it, to this sudden gait of a canter onward, that the avians twittering nearby fell into the sky overhead, tapping feathers about and teasing the dancing about Goddess below, somewhat giggling about eachother to her mortality, they twittered by and dispearsed in the tree overhead; leaving the bouncing about Athena, in her dress of snowy satins, to pause and allow the rebound of her weight fall still. It 'twas then, did the sonics' fall forward... weightless, billowy hair burrowed from the brushes of those whoms' Spirits flew high above Gaia, to part and settle; covering one eye'shadowed visual 'twhilst the seductive curve of the Arab maiden's head to peek onward... shyly... teasingly.

[Amanda Roswell]

(No offense intended, but your post is a little difficult to read.)

Rose, despite having of been to the new stable in which she would soon own, was back at Top Rail. As construction was being completed on the soon-to-be Serene Acres, she had decided to look for some prizes to add to her growing collection of Arabians. With a gentle smile on her lips she walked down the pathway, looking in each paddock until she reached one in particular. Enclosed by a wooden fence was a gorgeous alabaster Arabian mare, flaunting for those who walked by.

Seemingly entranced by the mare's beauty, the human walked toward the gate and stood there, watching ever so calmly. Her smile widened somewhat, "Hey, girl," she cooed gently to the uncomprehending mare.

[Sage]

(Sorry for the difficulty, Getting use to this whole literate thing. And btw! Another gracious apology extended; enough time has passed!)

Audits flickered to and fro', eyes of the deepest black pearl glancing down the aisle of cobblestone before... what? A glimpse of life? A tiny nicker -- almost a squeal as the curvacious Beauty took a prancing, high-step one beat forward before halting and perking the slightly curved auds.

As the bi'ped strode forward, pausing by the wooden planks, the sound of an uncomprehendable tongue; Athena, the Lady in White Satins, squealed out gently once more, peeling back those flea-bitten audits and pouncing forward towards the fenceline where behind, stood the hume. A long stride, close to the pacing trot surged her forward, darting to the right once she was carried too close near the fencing. With an angel-hair whip'erd, lush and white, poofed and thick rustled and breezed about behind her, she trotted with the weightlessness of any other registered breed at the Center.

Athena? One without papers. Yet that stride, airy and sure-footed, would've suggested that her blood boiled with the mark of a true Arab Sire, a tempered Arabian Dam. She was a little overweight, as seen with how that valuptuous bodice hanging from an unseen ribcage bounced faintly and jiggled lightly when hoof met Earth.

[Amanda Roswell]

(I'm sorry for the delayed response. Oh, and I'm going to try to use my vocabulary words in sentences so I apologize if you don't understand all of it. I have a vocabulary test tomorrow.)

It appeared, to the human, at least, that they both were amenable to the candor that this mare of white tones was absolutely beautiful. As she remained there, the human peered at the mare whom had come near. As she pondered, she laughed softly and began to talk without a drawl in her voice. "My name's Rose..." Of course she knew that the mare couldn't understand her words and if she even heard Rose, it was probably no more than a drone.

To Rose, this beauty was flawless and unique, then again they had only known each other for a few minutes. Within this time frame for other equines, they made her guffaw with crazy antics. Rose's thoughts began to wander. She was predisposed that her and Colton, her beloved fiance, would interface in the bond of marriage - this caused her to get sidetracked frequently. She nodded to the mare, not wanting to take her out of the paddock at the time being. "Go ahead and rollick; don't rook me of your beauty. You're a sporadic mare, what with your lovely white coat."

Words of such blandishment were coming from a very blithe being at the time. Rose stared at the dove; she absolutely adored Arabians, for, to her, they had a lot of charisma and ebullience. They often ingratiated her with their gorgeous figures. Anyone who dared to make parodies about these creatures around her would most definitely have a recrimination of hatred in her mind.

(Ha! I used ALL my vocabulary words!)

[Sage]

(Lol. <3 Nice!)

The true frame of the Arab, was the cocking forward of the uniquely shaped head'frame, the halting figure as the head extended outward; black pearls glancing back towards that hume... that bi'ped whose voice was heard and in that voice, the gadging of threat was determined.

To Athena, the language was blurbed. Obviously, as animal, bi'ped was uncomprehendable. But the tone had feeling. The tone was gentler and approached slowly rather than advanced with fury and boisterousness. Did this animal take to that? Why, the tiny squeal that erupted her harp-like vocals showed her joyous celebration! A cocking of the finely crafted head gave way to a rippling effect started at the nape and rolled down the spinal cord, tossing out the back hooves as she threw a tiny leap forward and a playful kicking of the hinds after.

It took her moments to toss a couple more of this almost effortless looking kicks and leaps here and there before she trotted up around the center beside the fence'line, towards the gate and hume behind. It was here, did she slow and with visible onyx nasals, breathe heavily and halt near the fenceline -- a good foot or two nearby as she kept the head high, eyes wide and intrusive as to study more, closely the Who beyond. Her presence was intense. The sheen that underlie her coat only promised-, no... begged to be brushed free as to shine and radiate the true inner Goddess that was Athena, a white Arabian whos glamerous eyeshadow, lively black pearls and scrumptously curvacious bodice that promised a show-stopper. As she stood breathing heavily, rowled up on her own accord, the energy this mare expelled could undoubtably be felt.

[Amanda Roswell]

Rose continued to pondered random thoughts before she had realized something that she needed to do. With a frown, she shook her head and looked over the Arabian. She sighed, "I have to go girl, I'm sorry."

Afterward, she began walking away, disappearing within minutes.

(I'm sorry, I can't quite get a handle of preference on your role play. )

[Sage]

(Alright. <3 I apologize... =/ )

[Amanda Roswell]

sage said:

(Alright. <3 I apologize... =/ )

(It's alright. *locks thread*)