...whispers of the passed...

Whisper
Flaxen banners swept out behind the Arabian fae as she stood upon a rock, looking down upon the gurgling water of the waterfall. Brown orbs reflected the liquid as she lowered her maw and took a sip, blinking as the icy water trickled down her parched throat.
"Where, dear waterfall, shall I find my beloved?"
Soft voice crooned to the waters as orbs gazed across the empty terra. Her half sister, Thief, would be waiting for her soon, so after the answer formed in her heart, dainty hooves turned and the fae's muscles rippled as the propelled her away from the waterfall...

Thief
Filly paced across the open land, black orbs strained to see the stallions in the distance. Arabs, like her and her sister, that much Thief could tell from here, but when her gaze fell upon to two mares galloping up to the stallions, she let out a soft laugh to herself. She knew what they were after, and was keen to see the reply they would get.
After nodding to Whisper, black appendages moved forwards in a graceful, swinging stride that matched the gait of the chestnut beside her. Femmae's neck was slightly arched, head held high with an air of one so proud. Pelt shimmered in the sun's gentle rays as the two Arabians made their steady way to the 2 other faes and brutes.

Whisper
4 stallions. Wow. A grin pushed her way to the femmae's black maw as she watched the stallions. Brown hued orbs raked over the fine-looking brutes and her listeners swiveled forward in interest. Pausing her steady ascent to the stallions a little distance away from the group, fae's light brown cranium was held high upon a slightly arched neck.
"And our greetings to you, mares and brutes," her ringing voice chimed, lowering her cranium in a bow of her own.

Thief
Stopping behind her flaxen sister, silently the femme studied the gathering, black orbs piercing and cold. Black banner trailed along the ground, the fine, silken strands caressing the green foliage. Grey pelt shimmered in the sun as muscles rippled underneath the fine hair as her orbs, after studying the brutes, moved to the two mares off to their right. Cold orbs raked over their shining coats, Arabians just like Thief and her kin, and a sneer entered upon her delicate maw.

Whisper
Feeling both of the stares on her delicate brown hued frame made a delicate smile appear on her black maw. Cranium raised high once again on an arched neck, the air of one proud yet kind radiated around the femmae.
"I am Whispers of the Night, but you are free to call me by whatever." her ringing, feminine voice pronouncing the name proudly. Flaxen mane fluttered against her neck, forelock falling in front of the kind brown orbs of the fae.
"And whom would we have the pleasure in meeting, brutes?"

Thief
Seeing the brute's staring at her sister, a large smile replaced the sneer as her neck arched more slightly, kissers resting on the back of her kin.
Grey coat glowed in the sun's warm rays and the silken banners of the femmae fluttered like her sister's. Looking out past the long, ebony forelock, black orbs drifted to the two apparent leaders.
"Thief of the Night," was her only answer as she stepped forward next to Whisper, identical in height and build.
Silent smile drifted across her kissers as out of the corner of her eye, she could see the other two femmes, 'Belle' and 'Dream' checking out the two stallions. Soft laugh escape her vocals aloud and one of her listeners swiveled around to the faes.

Whisper
Brown listeners stay perked upon her crown as the fae tried to take in all of the equines' names. As the brutes introduced themselves, brown orbs flicked along to each one, studying their frame and trying to figure out their personalities.
Muscles twitched on her wither, ridding her skin from a pesky winged creature as the femme moved her gaze to the leader, Toxic. Upon his retreat, she took a small movement of her own backwards, allowing them a little more room, still a fair distance from the group.
"We do hope you will allow us your company for a while, as we have no other place to graze. Your wish is our command." a small smile appeared on her maw as the flaxen femmae made the brutes a small bow. Cranium ducked down to the shoots of greenery her dainty daggers step upon; ivories glinted as they tore off a mouthful of grass. Whisper raised her dished skull once more to the stallions.

Thief
Black banner floated on the breeze; black orbs following the brutes' introductions. Eyes resting upon the last, Phantom, she studied him carefully; his posture, his tone, his eyes and his frame, all signs of one as quiet as herself. Smile appearing on her maw, black kissers snatched a mouthful of grass before chewing it slowly.
Grey pelt casting a stunning glow around her petite frame; black orbs watched all coldly. The Arabian femme took a step back with her sister, but this time moved back a little more, preferring to take the back.
"We are both herd-less, therefore we have no ranking." was her reply to the brutes' status remarks. Ebony stained skull tucked in, slender neck arched; cold, black orbs were covered by Thief's thick forelock.

OOC: Okay, well, I am starting to get a little carried away... Descriptively I mean. If you can't understand anything, want me to shorten my posts a little or just... I dunno, slow down a little, just say so and I'll do what I can. =D

Whisper
Flaxen forelock covered kind orbs as the lead stallion, Toxic, announced our welcome to his herd.
"We would be delighted to wander amongst your midst." her gentle reply was, smile forming on her delicate maw.
Her dished cranium followed the stallions' movements as they turned, nearly all in synchronization, and walked away for a few steps. Her eyes lingered on Toxic for a few moments longer, before her skull dropped to the lush foliage and started to nibble at the stalks.

Thief
Petite frame shook to rid itself of dirt and dust. Grey pelt -shined- in the sun and black banners flew. Recovering from a slight stumble, Thief nodded her head to Toxic and Disaster in thanks.
As the brutes walked off, a snort escaped her muzzle and she turned her own way, trotting off gracefully to the river not far along.
Black muzzle dipping to the liquid, orbs closed as her warm breath stirred up the water. Kissers just breaking the surface, she took a long sip and raised her dripping muzzle to flare her nostrils, ears pricked as a loud call escaped her vocals broke the silence that rung in her curved ears.

Whisper
The way that Toxic's bodice stood; his stance, his nostrils flared, made the fae shiver with unease. She drifted silently up to his other side, copper coat glimmering.
"What is the matter, Toxic?" femmae asks in her silky smooth voice, ears pricked as her neck arches slightly, kissers tucked into her slightly muscular chest. Nostrils flare as she tried to get a small whiff of the scent that made the brute on her side uneasy.

Thief
Smile spreading acrosss her maw, another whinny escaped her vocals as her delicate legs lifted high in place; Thief's neck arched as her chin tucked into her chest, banners flying as she pranced on the bank of the gushing river.
Grey coat shined in the light as muscles rippled under the femme's thin layer of skin. Stopping her dance, coloured cranium dropped to the water and took another sip before the fae dragged herself away from the gushing water and cantered silently and gracefully over to the... Well, herd.

Whisper
Bowing her dished cranium in return, brown orbs watched as the stallion jogged off. Nostrils flared as the unfamiliar scent drifted along the breeze and a small shiver of nervousness trickled it's way down Whisper's spine.
Brown orbs moved off the stallion's frame and drifted towards her advancing, prancing sister. Smile appearing across her maw as she watched the femmae, she turned her head more to follow Thief's gaze, watching Phantom with a wider smile.

Thief
Fae watched her sister watching her and smiled broadly, thinking thoughtfully to herself. How odd is it, that I am the one prancing for a brute? Usually I am the one, up in the back of the crowd, minding my own business.
Slowing to a smooth trot, grey banner whipped around in the wind, flicking her fetlocks. Black appendages moved silently and gracefully over the ground as Thief made her way to the herd, orbs still locked upon the frame of Phantom.

Whisper
A sigh escaped my maw as I turned my head, an unusual smell reaching my flared nostrils. A dark, black mist was just visible through the gaps in the trees, and an uneasy whinny made it's way from my vocals. Ears flicking back, brown orbs glanced around, resting on Disaster, whom had been left in charge.
Black appendages propelled the fae's sleek, petite frame forward. "Do you smell and see that?" she asked quietly, indicating over her shoulder at the black forest.

Thief
The curiosity over his face amused the femme and she burst into a fit of giggles as she stopped a few metres from the brute.
"Hey," she said in her soft voice; the one that not many others hear. A shy smile spread across her black maw as her dished cranium dipped in a small nod.

Whisper
A small shudder ran along the fae's spine, coat prickling with unease. "I just don't like the look of it..." she whispered, for once the vulnerability making itself heard clearly. Her ears swiveled around, catching the sounds of laughs from Thief and Phantom behind her.
Whisper shifted her resting leg, rolling her weight to the other appendage, and looked around again, ears pinned with unease at the situation.

Thief
Femmae's cranium was tossed back, a sweet smile plastered across her black maw.
"It's Phantom, am I right?" she asked softly, dipping her head back to the brute's level. Her black forelock fell over her black orbs, a small, sexy smirk now replacing the sweet one.

Whisper
The dense, black smoke was thicker now, making it hard for the fae to breathe. Snorting loudly, trying to rid her nose of the smoke, she looked up in alarm as Toxic galloped back, his black frame outlined by the fire raising it's fiery head behind him. An alarmed squeal escaped her black maw, black forelegs pushing her high off the ground in a rear; her flaxen banners rippling in the hot breeze.
Whinnying as the femme grounded herself, Whisper shot forward, dished cranium held high and black nostrils flared as the femme moved gracefully to the small circle of the herd. Suddenly, she was glad that they had stayed with the stallions.
An alarmed cry was sounded by her again, a little more softer though, as she saw the state of Toxic. His burnt appendages and soot covered frame gave him a wild, rogue look. But, there was time for sympathy later.

Thief
A small smile, the bright sun glinting off her slightly yellow teeth. "The one and only," she murmured back, taking a slow step forward, extending her black muzzle to him. Black tipped auds, which were just tipped forwards, swiveled around as the drumming hoof beats sounded and an urgent call from the herd alerted the couple to the quickly approaching danger.
Snatching her cranium back, a small rear was given off by Thief before she whinnied slightly in shock as a soft but urgent nudge was felt on her grey shoulder. Strong yet delicate black hindlegs propelled the femmae forward in grace, cantering over to the rest of the herd while keeping close to Phantom; Thief's warm frame pressed against the brute's.

Whisper
Flicking a silken flaxen banner, a small whinny escaped the femme's vocals as she arched her neck, returning Toxic's comforting nuzzles. "I'll be okay... Just make sure you will be," she murmured, blushing slightly. Nickering again, the fae turned her elegant, dished head around and looked at the herd, making sure that Thief was with the main group before making her way to Belle and Dream.
"Are you alright?" she asked gently, snorting softly. "Stick with the herd."
Tossing her long, flaxen banner she stayed with the mares, always keeping an eye on Toxic and Thief. Copper coat shining brightly with the small sheen of sweat, Whisper shone with life and fear. Fear for other's lives more than her own.

Thief
Quickening her already long stride was easy for the femme, keeping up with Phantom easier. Black banners flying, the heat from the quickly-gaining fire rested across her rump. Pressing harder against the stallion next to the femme, Thief neighed loudly to Whisper, swiveling her ears to catch a reply.