The Seeker & The Keeper

[dragon]

Knightess

The world was moving fast and Knightess found it hard to keep up with the pace, sure her strong pillars propelled her form with ease, but it still turned to fast. Things happened too quickly there hardly was every time for a reaction. You had to prepare yourself for these things though and Knightess was nothing if not prepared.

For a long while Kightess traveled in front in silence, ears on full alert as she lead the way to....somewhere? She wasn't even sure. The land was beautiful and the lack of fallen trees and large rocks made it much easier to navigate. She thought her feet were never going to forgive her for that part of the trip ever. Pausing she stopped and waited on her brother, she didn't have to wait long because he too was finding this territory much easier to traverse. "I believe I can smell the ocean Seeker." In joy she took off after the roar of the waves crashing against the shore and upon reaching it let them wash over her white pelt while she played. "Come on!" This was so much fun!



Dragon

Sorrel painted stud stepped one hoof in front of the other both hearing and smelling his surroundings. Each vibration on the earth and in the sky told him where he was. He knew he was walking across and grassy meadow with loose powdery sand beneath it. He knew the sun was out when he felt it's warn caress tingle his spine making him shiver in delight and of course he knew what he most often needed to know. Exactly where Knightess was. Her scent meant many things to him and he never lost track of it.

Feeling braver Dragon trotted forward after her listening to Knightess's hoof beats thrumming up ahead and he even heard her pause, waiting for him to catch up. Tilting his head he caught her lyrics. Of course his name was Dragon but he and his sister had nicknames for eachother and his was Seeker. She was called Keeper by him because tha'ts exactly what she was, his keeper. Pricking his ears at the feeling of the soft sand and the roar of the waves he took off at an easy gallop straight for the water. When he reached it he turned and ran parallel with them letting them splash him while he took it all in. The slope of the land to the sea allowed him to 'see' where he need to go so as not to head to far out. In joy he kicked his heals and raced across the waves with Knightess. Theirs was a joy to behold as the ran and played in the sparkling waves. To look at him you almost wouldn't be able to tell Dragon was blind unless you noticed the slightly tilted head always listening and the high knee carriage with which he traveled.

[Steph]

Winter was melting away and spring was taking over. Patches of snow were scarce, but remained to remind inhabits of forevermora of winters existence. As if they would forget, the cruelty winter unleashed upon them, of the loved ones they’d lost and the food they went without. Skeletons of animals were now uncovered, the flesh gone from the bones, either decade or eaten by some scavenger.

The wind was crisp and carried the sweet smells of spring. New flowers bloomed, and fruit trees started to grow buds, promising to bear a good crop. The sun caressed the earth with its light heat rays. Making its presence known but not giving off too much heat. Days like today gave the wild creatures pep and allowed them to enjoy the freedom from winters relinquishing grasp.

Salt penetrated the air and an ocean breeze gave sway to the new grass. The waves gave a soothing sound as they rolled onto the shore. The ocean was calm, welcoming to any who passed through it. Birds reclaimed their nesting sites, and their mating calls filled the skies. The barrels of female animals were enlarging with the growth of a new creature. Spring was here, and many welcomed it with open arms.

Onyx pillars carried my varied bay carcass across the sanded tundra. Deep bay almost onyx colors existed were my winter coat had yet to thin, and were it shed was a brilliant blood bay. I was patchy and not too appealing to the eye, but no creature was when they molted. I flung my cranium in the air as I started to jog. My pillars came high off the ground nearly hitting my chest, and every few steps I took sideways. My muscles propelled my frame into a canter and I turned in a quick circle, stopping in the full cast of the sun’s rays. Arching my thick boa, I pawed at the beige ground, sand flew around me. I snorted getting what particles had landed in my nares out.

Shaking, I rid my pelt of the obvious signs of sand. I walked forward casually, my whole body relaxed enjoying the tranquility and solidarity. As I made my way over to the shore, my body came to full alert. My harks stood tall parallel to one another, my nares flared and I held my head high. Ahead of me were two other equines, I could barely make out there frames but the rest of my senses had alerted me to their presence.

Slightly rising on my haunches I released a baritone call to them, and moved into a canter. My mood was light today; my temper seemed to have vanished with the signs of winter, for now at least. As I approached them I slowed my massive bulk, to an easy trot and took in each equine.

My orbs traveled first to the brute. His coat was of a sorrel color darker in places where the salted water had penetrated his pelt. He had white accents on his face and forelegs. His stature was much smaller than mine with a lanky lean look. When it came to strength I appeared to have the upper hand however he seemed to be better adapted to run. I noticed something different about the way he moved and how he held his head. I made a mental note of his behaviors, and moved on to the mare.


Her pelt was of a pearl white and gave an almost silvery sheen. Her build has some attributes of the sorrel brute, but hers held more power. She carried her head high and seemed to not want to distance herself from the stallion. This magnet they had between them, made me wonder about their relationship.


I continued on and slowed as the distance became a few feet. I halted and watched as the two ran through the small waves. Clearly they had the same energy as I. I called to them once again, I was polite in announcing my presence and now I wanted their attention. “Good morning, I am Bishop God of Knightly Rise.” I let my gaze travel to each equine, my dark orbs meeting with each of theirs. “May I ask your callings?”

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Word Count - 750
Sound/Song - many songs
notes - i like how this turned out

[dragon]

Knightess

The pearlescent femora was so busy playing and splashing through the waves beside her brother that she did not even notice they had a visitor until she had galloped ahead and realized he was not at her side. Immediately she was worried and anxiety propelled her frame across the sands. Pillars stretched out before gathering beneath her and her breath came easily enough to keep her going with no trouble. Every other stride she hit the ground in time with the waves and the wind whipped her banner out behind her causing the tassles to flag in the wind. Before she knew she'd done it she released a long loud whinny towards Dragon. She was worried he was by himself and now she'd spotted a large stag moving towards him. In a blink she was right there next to him standing in a slightly protective stance. Her brother was the first to speak to the stranger and she quickly realized this was a Lord of some sort and that introductions were in fact in order. Extending a foreleg towards Bishop she dipped her head and stated her tightly in the most polite way her melodious voice could manage. "A pleasure to meet you Lord Bishop. I am Knightess." Expectantly she looked around at the two, wondering where this was going to lead them.


Dragon

It was amazing the changes you had to adjust to when you were blind and somehow it made everyone else seem a little more ignorant than you. For instance all the other senses are heightened when you blind and no one else will ever experience things in the same way that you do. This was how Dragon now felf as he scented a presence on the wind. Slowing his pace he used the stranger's smell as a guide while he turned in a clumbsy circle. Finally he'd pinpointed the source and he could tell from the aroma that it was a stud. Cocking his head to the side Dragon paused a few feet from him. Judging by the sound of the breaths this stud was larger than he was and he felt a sort of regal air about him. The stud's lyrics were easily identified by attentive auds and Dragon nodded his head slightly and introduced himself, "Good morning to you as well lord Bishop, you may call me Dragon." Just then her heard Knightess' call to him and he turned his head as if he could see her and smiled. She was always worrying about him. It almost wanted to make him roll his eyes. Quickly he turned back to face Bishop as Knightess skidded to a halt next to him. "Sister this is lord Bishop of Knightly Rise." He was only getting her up to date on what she would be doing and was satisfied when he heard her introduce herself. Then he cracked a smile at the fact that Knightess, Dragon, and Knightly rise all were Medieval callings it seemed almost too perfect.

[Steph]

OOC: will get this reply done sone... and his name is Bishop. He is Knightly Rise is his land