Post by * Noah on Sept 29, 2006 23:39:44 GMT -5
Name: Noah
Nickname: ... if Noah is too hard, then you simply are too dumb for soup.
Breed: Dutch Warmblood
Age: Five
Color: Bay
Height: 17.2 HH
Markings: Blaze, Flashy stockings
Personality: Noble. Kind. Gentle. Charismatic. And so on.
History: ... coming.
Role Playing Sample: I apologize - this was stolen from my charrie Redemption, on Winds of Change.
The overcast sky seemed to fit Redemption's moods perfectly, as he traveled along in solitude. Although, he had not exactly been turned down by the vixen called Spyder, he hadn't won her heart. Instead, a glaring mass of dull russet had won her affections and that was not exactly up lifting for handsome porcelain brute. Maybe Redemption just wasn't cut out for this whole family thing, maybe he needed to be happy with what he had. No, he was already happy with Epona, it just seemed like something was missing between them. Some important connecting piece of the puzzle wasn't in place yet, and Red wasn't sure he wanted to settle until every piece had been found and correctly fitted. Would it be fair to his first dove, Epona, if he wasn't completely fitted together? No, it wouldn't, and then she would be unhappy with him even more so than now. Why couldn't he just fix himself, live up to his name and become the redemption of Redemption- if that made any sense at all. Life would be so much easier, so much simpler, if he could just figure out what made him tick the wrong way. Vienna had taken something from him when she died, although the brute wasn't exactly sure what. Had it been his heart, pride, or sanity? Probably all the above, thought the brute a little miserably. Vienna. The blue roan vixen that had sworn to love him until the ends of time, and he had promised the same. Did he still love her, even after the end of her time had come? Yes, he very much did, maybe that was why he couldn't quite bring himself to love Epona completely. The ghost of his dead lady stood in the way between them, and there was nothing that Red could do about it. It wasn't just the ghost of Vienna and his lost child completely, though, something in Redemption didn't work as it should. Like a car whose brakes had suddenly stopped working, Redemption felt as if he was going too fast without anything to stop himself. There had to be something to grab onto and hold, so that he could steady himself and those he loved and protected. But he had not found this guard rail, and he would continue to zip along until he found it.
Redemption was the result of generation after generation of good breeding. There was a certain air about him, an aristocratic mood that lingered wherever he went. The facade that housed his features was rounded and noble and his tiny audits screwed to the cap of his skull were perfectly sized. They were never still, almost always moving back, forth, and to the side. Even when the brute slumbered, his harks would twitch, as if there was some need to continue to search for sounds. Redemption had a long forelock that fell past the tip of his nose and he was constantly shaking it back, for it worried his vision like a plague. It would be a pity too, to hide his eyes that were the color of caramel candy that was as absolutely delectable to look inside as the sweet was to taste. Besides having a hide of the purest alabaster, the muzzle of the brute was jet black as was the very tips of his ears. The long nape that ran from his facade to his sturdy physique was muscular and his barrel was wide and swinging. Long limbs that were connected to his barrel, moved with grace over the earth. Redemption had tendrils of creamy mane and tail that were tangle less and flowing. Fine pendulum occasionally raising to swish the flies from his frame, each individual hair moving on it's own in exact formation with the rest. Everything about him was proportional and exact, the way his breeders had intended. Redemption's bloodline traced back to stallions that rode proudly into war for Spain, and their bravado lay inside this stallion as well. Intelligence was something valued in the Spanish horse, and Red could be considered to have some smarts himself. There was also a gentleness to the brute, a softness that made his masculine features seem sad in a way. For beneath the brute's muscle, tissue, and bone; lay a good and gentle heart that beat for his beloved ladies. The present, future, and the past doves that walked, would walk, and had walked into his life. When the porcelain package had been dissected and fully looked upon, one might think that Redemption was a walking perfection.. but he wasn't. There was something to him, some important piece missing, and he was desperate to find it.
Now, as he moved over the earth at a slow distracted walk, he found himself wondering if the cards would never fall his way. With Epona, he had thought that maybe things were finally looking up and he'd been dealt the saving hand. But she was apparently disappointed in him, unhappy with something that he had done. Good sense told him it had to do with his abrupt journey from Onay to the Maiden Grounds again, but this was not everything. Epona wanted him to love her, and he did, oh he very much did, but she wanted him for herself and for no other. Redemption couldn't do that, he couldn't just love one. There was too many wrong things in this world, for him to be selfish and not take another to his heart. Didn't Epona see that? Didn't she understand? Maybe she did and maybe she did not, he couldn't speak for her. Redemption wanted someone that could bridge the gap between he and Epona. Someone that could speak to Epona in that special language that mares always seemed to use. Until he found that special lady, Redemption would search this Maiden Ground till it had no more ladies to hide. Even while the porcelain brujo was distracted within his thoughts and schemes, he could still pick up the thread of a conversation. "Oh..oh my. Alyia, I'm sure, would have understood..if you hadn't meant it. No, I can honestly say you don't frighten me. Frighten would be the last thing you did to me. Anyways." The voice that spoke was quiet and sweet, so heartbreakingly delicate that Redemption at once wanted to know it's owner. Ligaments halt, flints pressing deep into the loam, harks checking each direction for the sound of that sweet voice. Where was she? He had to know, he had to just lay his eyes upon her and be able to put a picture with that gentle voice. "Fierro,I'll be bland with you on this one. I never did believe in love at first sight..but then I saw you." No, no, no! This speaker, she cannot be in love with anyone else- she just can't! Redemption wanted her for himself, selfishly and without the slightest bit of shame. There is a fire in the porcelain brute's candied coated eyes, as he turns in the direction of the vixen's haunting voice.
" To be honest with you, Fierro..I'm not sure what to think..about anything. It's all fairly new to me, as you can imagine. As for my life story, well there's not too much to it. And I'm sure it'd be rather boring. There were a few herds to which I belonged, and I never stayed in any given place for too long. A traveler, some would say. I never interacted much socially, perhaps why everyone finds me to be such a mystery." How can such a lady think she is boring? Thought Redemption as he blundered through brush and twig, searching desperately for this lady that had such a sweet tone. There must be somehow, some way that the alabaster brujo can find her before this Fierro proposes to her. Redemption does not notice the small cuts appearing on his previously unblemished glowing ivory hide, for he was much too busy straining his hearing to find this lady. "You know, Fierro..you really shouldn't say you love me..not yet" Fighting the urge to let out a whoop, the steed found the exact location of her voice and headed in that direction at a graceful trot. Well, as graceful as one can be when they are blasting through thorny vines as if the sharp little things are not even there. "Though I will admit, I seem to have fallen for you a bit." Clinging to the last two words of that sentence, Redemption finds himself entering a small clearing. The tiny cuts upon his frame are bleeding, marking him as some strange colored crimson upon white stud. As regally as he can, the brute surveys until he sees her. There is something about her dappled coat, the way it gleams and shines, that attracts Redemption strongly. Already, Redemption can feel something heavy upon his heart tugging insistently, telling him that he must have this lady. Just to know her name, might even be enough, and to carry the memory of that sweet voice. "Well, Fierro. I'm afraid there's nothing much I can tell you about myself, but you're welcome to ask any questions."
"I have a question," A voice says with a tone as smooth as silk, and Redemption is surprised to know that it is his own. "Is this a private party, or may another join?" That charming and confident voice, how does it come from the lips of this shy stag? Even as the dappled vixen turns to look at him and he sees her startling emerald eyes, his confidence never falters. This lady, she was meant to belong to Redemption and he was meant to belong to her. It had to be so, it just did. "I apologize for interrupting, I am Redemption of Onay." Gesturing backward to the tall mountain peak with an inclination of his head, his caramel eyes never leave that of the emerald that is her own. The masculine tones not intended for anyone but she, everything else in this world ignored at the moment. Even his harks are stilled, for they trained in her direction, willing the minx to direct some of her sweet tones in his direction. "I must know, lady, what is your name?" Everything about him is tuned into her, every atom and particle. Redemption wants to herd this femme immediately back to Onay, leaving the flamed hued stud called Fierro very far behind. But he knows, that the lady might not find him as alluring as he did her, and she might prefer the lanky chestnut over himself. Oh god, could she really? Redemption certainly hoped not, he'd never stolen anything in his life, but he found himself considering to do so now. "Forgive me once again, if I have interrupted something..." The brute falls silent now, watching her with attentive honey eyes. Not even realizing that there's a charming grin upon his facade, something that he hasn't been able to do in quite awhile. Suddenly, Redemption thinks that is almost mirror the way he felt when he courted Vienna. There is a soft stab of sadness and the smile falters before returning, as he searches the amazing of eyes of this vixen. "Your eyes.." The brute whispers huskily, "I've never seen anything like them before. They're gorgeous." Redemption steps closer to her, his gaze falling to the silky hairs upon her slender frame. The velvet of his muzzle longs to touch her, to feel the smoothness and warmth of her flesh against his own. Yet, there is that Fierro, who had already told this minx that he loved her. Would Redemption still have a shot of winning her heart? There was nothing the alabaster brute could do but hope that the fates would for once swing entirely his way.
