Is Still Unwritten (Cydney)

[sinistra]

The mountains towered over the valley like stone sentinels, standing their with stern formality. They had been there for decades and would be there for decades to come. Their presence roared of majesty and power, singing the base song of might. It was an everlasting song and it echoed of ages long done and times of starvation and times of plenty and over flowing tithes of rich diversity. Its song was that of time itself, of Father Time and Mother Earth and how they cooperated so well. Father Time aged and made Mother Earth, shaping the multi-colored planet with tender care, slowly pulling up mountains and draining lakes. His creation was that of the mountains that made up Twin Peeks and their song was of him, their father, creator, caretaker, and master, the God of the Unending Clock, their winder, it was he; Father Time. While they belonged to Mother Earth and knew her song of rich fruits, silver seas and mighty waters, of great stone caverns; it was Father Time who had lovingly shaped them into what they were. Such was the song of the mountains.

The sky was a dashing shade of indigo and rang like a million bells, creating the sound of elegance and beauty. They were the background, the never changing but always differing sky, what was blue always yet also yellow and pink and white and red and purple. The coat of many colors that was draped across Mother Earth and decorated the eternally beautiful earth. Today, its colors remained indigo with hints of rising yellows in the west. The sun was peeking over the horizon, shy now, but its courage would return and the golden ball would take its place in the sky with all its majesty and power blazing in its eternal fire. Such was the song of the sun and sky. Its indigo depths hid millions of stars, balls of flames, that turned and winked with increasing mystery to stir the imagination of little ones. The stone mountains' peaks pierced the sky and thus came the blood-red rays streaming from the sun's broken circle. The powerful light lit up everything, making the shadows dance in terror and flee like the mist that was burned and chased like a silver dog tucking in its tail as it ran. The intense majesty and wonder of the world that belonged to its creatures, shaped and cared for by Mother Earth and Father Time was in full cycle. The cadence, neverending and everlasting, beat like heart's pounding drum.

Gazing up at the red-yellow-blue sky was a midnight stag, a mighty stallion whose eyes went wide as he gazed upon the beautiful sky. Then, the amber orbs found his mountains and lands that lay below. Those were his, all his, and they belonged to him. The tall pines, the shining lake, the warm sands, the stony caverns, the rolling hills, yes, they were all his. Sinistra reared up, feeling the sun's golden beams caressing his body wth tender, warm affection. The sun, indeed, knew how he felt. To gaze upon such wondrous lands and know that they alone belonged to him. A smile, crafted by his own incredulous happiness, danced across his laughing lips. He stood upon a stone ledge that overlooked his realm. Sinistra could see everything from this point. He could see the worn path that led down to rolling fields were his herd would roam. And his herd began with Ghita, or Pearl. Soon, she too, would gaze upon Twin Peeks and see the beauty for herself. He would introduce her to the laughing winds, the twining brooks, the shifting sands, and the stern pines, and they would share it all. Sinistra shook his heavy mane, remembering her words, of how she had wanted to remain free and independent. If that was what she wanted, she could have it. He thought with a gleeful look to his smile. But I can have some fun too. Let her explore and enjoy my lands. I do believe that my flirtacious ways ought to win this proud Ghita, this pretty pearl over.

The ashen stag wheeled on powerful pistons to stare down the way he had come. He had raced on ahead to catch a glimpse of his wondrous lands before she did and so he could see more of the look on her face. Her orbs were so wild, so untameable, that he longed to have the chance to be the chosen one. He wanted to be the one she gave up her secrets to and be the one of whom she admired. Perhaps it was just his pride and vainity, or did he really want Ghita, the Pearl, for who she was? His amber gaze turned to comb his lands yet again, checking to make sure all was well in his realm. He saw no mountain lions, who were the largest threat. They rarely came out so early but you never knew with those wild, dangerous creatures. He had already chased one out and had the scar to prove it. The ashen nose touched the fleshy thing on his chest and winced. It still twinged occasionally, but with bathes in the lake, it would eventually heal. But that was not the concern. He had to show off his lands to Ghita and win her trust.

[Cydney]

Always cautious in a new land, Ghita made her way slowly to the stallion's ledge. His throne. She tossed her head to see clearly beneath her black forelock. She showed true surprise at the tremendous mass of land he held. The dark but radiant sky loomed over the two horses as fierce and powerful as a titan. It's beautiful colors reflected in Ghita's eyes while she watched in amazement. It was brilliant, she thought, clearly impressed. But she masked it quickly to show that she could not be won so easily. "Your land here is remarkable," she said in a slightly mused tone. Remarkable wasn't quite the word she was looking for, but it fit.

Her gray coat felt slightly dampened from the trip up here. She shook it, ridding of any flies momentariously. The valley below them with its clear water looked awfully refreshing right about now. She resisted the urge to gallop to the spot and instead stared at it.

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Ooc: Your post is amazing! I love the imagery.

[sinistra]

Sinistra surveyed the beauty of his lands and felt pride in them. He protected them like a newborn foal so that no cougar or wolf could ever prowl freely unon them. He still felt himself lucky that he had found such a lovely place with a shining lake and splendid caverns, a place where anyone could feel comfortable in almost every setting possible except desert and tundra. The mountains were always topped with snow and it got dry enough in the caverns. A satisfied smile danced across his blackened features as he gazed down with an imperial gleam to his orbs. His mighty presence seemed almost luminescent in the sun's golden beams, glowing black with the rays blooming out from his shadow lines. Sinistra was aware of the presence he had and could not keep a smile from his laughing facade. This was his place and it would remain his as long as he lived to fight for it. But that was in the future and he would rather waste energy worrying over the present anyways.

"Your land here is remarkable." Came Ghita's comment. The ashen stag nodded his agreement, mastering the proud look on his facade. He would only look like a fool and a snob if he stood there with that look. He smiled at her instead and spoke in his deep voice, "That it is. I still think I have incredible luck by find this place. It is well sheltered, as you can see from the mountains. This is the only passageway through the mountains on this side of the valley." Sinistra flicked his long tassle, whisking it through the air as if keeping away flies though there were none in the cold mountain air. He glanced back at Ghita and smiled again, not able to keep the expression off his facade. She had such a pretty pelt and he felt that he could stare at the shining grey forever. But Sinistra shrugged it off and saw that Ghita was damp from coming up to the ledge and he kicked himself mentally for standing there and ignoring her discomfort. "Shall we go down?" He asked her, keeping his voice perfectly neutral and quiet as it normally was. But he longed to tease her and break the masked look on her face.

For a moment, he wondered why she could keep so quiet and still when back at the Northern Forest she had been so playful. A few notions came into his mind but they didn't make much sense until he caught her gazing out at the lake. She must be tired. I'll take her down to the lake first and see if she can resist that! He turned and, beckoning to her with his plumed, arching tassle, trotted easily down a side path. This gave a great view of the rolling hills in which they were about to enter. The patches of trees seemed to be even greener than usual as they swayed in the gentle breeze. It was captivating but Sinistra did not stop to watch. He turned his great crown to her and asked, "Coming, Pearl?" He took a few more steps before turning and asking with a thoughtful look on his facade. "Do you prefer Pearl or Ghita? You said earlier that it did not matter but I am curious. I seemed to be the only one who called you Pearl and not Ghita. Both are pretty and they fit you well." The midnight stag turned away so she could not see him grin like a mischevious colt. This would be more fun than he had expected.

[Cydney]

Ghita listened to Sinistra talk, intent on what he had to say despite herself. His words were captivating in his soft as silk voice and she found herself sunbathing in the moment that he spoke. She shook herself to rid of these ideas that pursued her mind at a constant rate. But she could not be sure if the fast pumping of her heart was of a wild call to gallop freely once more, or a full sign of affection for the stallion infront of her.

"Shall we go down?"

The words brought her back from her thoughts to reality. He basically had read her mind. She replied in a confidant voice, careful not to let her tiredness betray her, "Sure. If you would like to, I will go as well." She started to follow him down but stopped as he spoke once more.

"Do you prefer Pearl or Ghita? You said earlier that it did not matter but I am curious. I seemed to be the only one who called you Pearl and not Ghita. Both are pretty and they fit you well."

She took the question into consideration, secretly enjoying the complimant. Steadily she said, "You may call me Pearl." Ghita was only a name one of her closest friends called her anyway. She once more started to walk after him, head slightly lowered but eyes looking up at the sky.

[sinistra]

Sinistra flicked his long tassle, watching the cascade of midnight black flow in a perfect sequence with golden beams flickering between each individual strand that draped and arched in the wind. His orbs widened slightly as the stag turned and let a small snort escape his widened paperthins. His boa arched and the muscles bulged and flexed as Sinistra stretched the suddenly cramping sinews. Rippling and twisting under the tautened black skin, Sinistra knew he looked quite handsome. The sun's rays reflected from his warming pelt and seemed to illuminate the flexing muscles that bulged under his skin. Sinistra let the air blast through his paperthins in a rather noticeable snort and had to smile at his own antics. What an immature flirt I am! He thought, feeling quite unrepentant either way. He glanced back to see if Ghita had noticed.

"Sure. If you would like to, I will go as well." Sinistra smiled at her and continued his way with ease down the sloping trail. He kept a close eye out for holes or uneven steps, in case the ground had shifted. That meant quite a lot of potential trouble if the ground was unsteady and could cause a landslide. The mighty stag shook his heavy crown. He would have to find some other way to descend from the surrounding mountains into his valley. He would not risk any mare of foal's life on an unpredictable mountain trail. Sinistra planted each stone with care, feeling the loose covering sand press against his sensitive skin as he did so. Every time he lifted a stone, his signature was left in the ground as a perfect imprint of himself. The stag heard Ghita's assurance and bobbed his crown to her. "Than Pearl it is. You may call me whatever you want, Sinistra or Sin or whatever. I does not matter much to me." His orbs inspected her facade before turning to face the way he was going.

There was a short way to go before he would be stepping unto home turf and the stag was feeling impatient. His muscles bunched tightly and then released with a giant effort. His stones launched his bulk into the air, flying with such grace and little effort, with the wind battering at him from all sides. The ground rushed up to meet his questing stones and Sinistra relaxed slightly so that the impact would not hurt as much. His body curved and bent with all the grace of a ballerina as he landed evenly on both fores. The timing was perfect and not a single thing went wrong with his daring stunt. Feeling quite pleased with himself, the stag allowed a prancing half-rear and sent out a war cry, a long bellow that ehoed from mount to mount. The air seemed to shiver with its force and Sinistra snorted in satisfaction. The wind lashed at the grass, slapping it back and forth beneath him. The mighty stag tucked his smile in and turned to glance up at Ghita, wondering if she was impressed or irritated with his flashy stunt. "Do you care to join me, Pearl?" He asked with a grin.