The quiet serenity of this place is the first thing you notice as you wander into its embracing hold. Captivated, you look around you. Sunlight filters through the trees, pooling in golden warmth around the ground. Long legged foals bask in their youth, frolicking with each other in the meadows. The protection of Brighton lays over this land, and it remains a safe haven for any who seek shelter, though it cannot be used as a permanent home. We're out, but we're taking it back
IP: 50.47.4.56
Posted on March 12, 2012 at 05:33:06 AM by Zavier

Nape arched, wild and tangled strands of his white-blonde mane falling into oceanic eyes. The handsome skull tossed, chasing the obstruction from his gaze, pushing his shell and ash muzzle into the breeze that tickled him so. Muscles along his back coiled, spine arching like he needed to buck and romp like a colt. He was past his childhood and past his adolescence, a mature and handsome stallion painted in the golds and ivories of an early morning. Maturity was only in his physique however, body powerful while his mind retained it's youthful innocence. He was a hobbledehoy, a Peter Pan without the Lost Boys, without Tinkerbell. He could still fly with all his happy thoughts, but at times he wished for others that might join in during his follies. Hence why he was heading to the Vistas this day. His hooves knew the path, knew the soft dust left behind by thousands of hooves before his own. It was familiar, welcoming as the crash of ocean waves upon the shores of his home. What wasn't familiar was the roaned mare standing at the crest of the final hill, the perfect lookout point into the Vistas. Eyes, deep as a thousand oceans, rolled in their sockets to glance the mare over, curiousity glittering in his gaze and sparking in his veins. Her's was not a face that he recognized nor did she fit the descriptions of one's he had only heard about. A slow grin pulled at his ashy lips, determined pace slowing until he was almost trotting in place beside her. Bet I can beat you to the bottom... It was a playful challenge, ivory banner of his tail flagging as the next passing breeze tickled his golden skin. He didn't expect her to accept his offer, most didn't, choosing to ignore the angelic son of the South in favor of more mature behavior. It was one of the pitfalls of being the way he was, he supposed, at least Courant enjoyed his antics... zavier The sunsets on farm towns In the city twilight everything was alright They'll drag you home if you don't hold your ground

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• Re(1): We're out, but we're taking it back - By Ocean March 12, 2012 at 12:46:13 PM
  Torn blue jeans and a foolish grin - By Zavier March 13, 2012 at 03:33:03 PM
  Song That The Water Faes Sing - By Ocean March 13, 2012 at 06:57:52 PM
  We'll fight like sailors - By Zavier March 28, 2012 at 05:02:23 PM
  Song That The Water Faes Sing - By Ocean March 28, 2012 at 09:24:34 PM
  C'mon baby, take a stand - By Zavier March 29, 2012 at 02:51:26 AM
  (OOC) Sorry about that...Fixed layout. :3 - By Ashira March 12, 2012 at 12:49:29 PM
  

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