A r o s e by any other n a m e;;

[Brontë]

Would smell just as sweet... I like to think that applies to me, you know? A filly by any other name (so long as it was me) would be just as gorgeous.

As I wandered in, I couldn't help but think this place needed slightly more signage. Or.. Information at all, on it. I mean, sure. I could pick up several things - the fact that there were other horses here? But not immediately. The place was lush and green, but to further the clichè the creek was even.. I don't know. Sparkling?
Well, I did say it was clichèd. A dull ache spread through my head, courtesy of the heat... Sighing heavily, I picked on forward and found a large tree to relax underneath. The willow provided a brilliant shade, my butt developing mottled shadows from the sun through the leaves. This amused me slightly, and I shifted my weight from side to side to see the changing of the shadows over my muscles.

I know. Small things amuse small minds.. I preferred to think of it as small, but deadly. And hopefully not to me!

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^{Unfortunately shortish. I hate starting posts. >_>}

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[Demon Ride]

oh yes, your completely right...

A little bit into herself maybe? Just possibly. Short attention span, from what I could tell. Surely I was like senior boy going after a freshmen girl, strangly enough, I wasnt perverted like that.

I kept to myself for the longest time. Lurking in the shadows of, yes, my kingdom. Preferably in the shadows of the trees, as to blend in slightly with the crisp autumn ground. Flies werent my problems right now, it was more so those darn misquitos.

A soft sigh was let through my nares. Echoing louder than I wanted it to. Had she seen me yet, stalking her like a lion stalking its prey, again not in a perverted way, more like protective. I had always been that way.

...its stalker stats baby!

[Brontë]

Tossing my head gaily, I relished in the feeling of my deliciously creamy mane fall on to my neck. It was a very gentle tickle... Kind of like tiny droplets of rain, falling from the sky. Soothing and pleasant, at the same time. I was a creature of comfort, pleasure and fun. Not quite old enough to have grown cynical, I found the silver lining in every cloud - even those from bushfire ravaged towns, that pretty much rained dirt, and by all accounts, occasionally frogs.

Yes, frogs.

But... This place? You couldn't even see the cloud for the amount of silver lining. I mean, seriously - just over there? It was like, a sporadic forest of willows, just as large and as old as the very one I was standing beneath. Glorious and idyllic. And over there? A perfectly egg-shaped clearing, pretty much brimming with what had to be synthetic colouring. Although, I was wrong. The grass really was greener.

I've been accused of many things, over my two and a half years on this planet (implying I'd been to other planets? Not quite sure about that). Being blonde and of a short attention span was one of them.. Well, no. On a technically, it's actually two.
Damm. I hate it when I win my own argument for someone else.
But my point is... For the most part? I'm not blonde. For one, my coat is most definitely not that golden-so-totally-from-a-bottle colour, and for two I'm only a little ditzy. As a consequence, I surprise people a lot - but then, I also play to my ditzy side as well. Better to be underestimated. I'm actually smarter than I look - I know, surprising, hey?

It wasn't until a few moments later that the cogs in my brain started groaning and moving, needing a little grease perhaps to aid their movement. I'd heard a noise, and it only took me a fraction of time to figure out what it was - a faint sigh. Well, to me it was faint - it seemed fair enough away.. A few metres? Maybe about 10 or 15? I looked again in the direction of the willows.

I was right - in that wash of green and brown, there was a creamy blonde colour with dark points... There was a caramel sundae with chocolate topping over there. And it was looking in my direction.
Adopting a quizzical look, I stepped in the direction of Sundae as I had now labelled him in my head.

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^{Yaay. xDD And sorry, I know that's a less-than-manly nickname. Mah bad. =(
Also, apologies for taking so long - I had a crudload of school work to do.}

[Demon Ride]

to myself, i am nothing...

contemplating, i do argue with myself a lot to..but it didn’t take this long to think to myself.
She was, oldly enough, very interesting, but then again, i was always curious...it was just in my nature to be.
I tossed my head lightly at the forming mosquitoes, since the sun was now on the right side of the mountain, well to me
it was. My forelock had been moved slightly out of my vision to get a better look at her, she was multi colored...hmm odd
i had never met anyone who was truly as multi colored as she was. Again, i was curious; she was an interesting specimen to me.

i was taken back a little bit when she turned to look at me, i knew she had heard me, damn...well i guess to should make my way and
be kind enough to introduce. Wait, why was i so afraid to go to her? Come now, your highly ranked, and your scared of a girl? Left right left right
thinking to myself as i pushed myself physically, not mentally, down there. I stopped a 3 yards away, mares were temperamental, i had to give her her space.
I lowered my head, letting her know i wasn’t of any true threat, then rose it up once more and waited.

but to you i am anything you wish...


ooc. sorry i have nothing, lol sitting in a car for 10 hours, its so draining, also nicknames are fun this way! lol

[Brontë]

Sundae was walking in my direction. So, we'd pretty much both noticed each other - this was good. No sneak attacks were, as far as I knew, imminent. Which is always a plus.
Because, if you think about it long enough (which sadly I tend to do - put a lot of thought into needless/menial topics), sneak attacks really do suck. Like, that poor graceful gazelle who was simply livin' large at life. And then, out of nowhere.
Giant lion nom. Nom crunch nom nom drewl.

Yeah, you get the idea. It's a cat eat graceful animal world out there - a little harsh. All I was pleading was that there were no cats anywhere near because, surely by my own analogy, I would make a good Whiskers or Fancy Feast meal. And I aspired to be more in life, than stuff on discarded kitty litter.
Yeah, you see where I'm going with this.

Adopting a cautious stance, I raised myself to my full height - all 53 inches - with my head held high, and I opened my mouth, a soft lilting sound that was my voice played to him. I was quite a quietly spoken filly at times, and yet very loud at others. I didn't really do an in-between.

"Hello?" I asked him, carefully. I knew many stallions were not.. Well, receptive, of others? Especially young mares (well, technically, filly, but let's not split hairs) like myself. "My name is Brontë."

Though many people had a belief on how to say my name, it pronounced it like this:

BR OHNt EE.

The lower case T is because I don't put much emphasis on it as a letter in my name - it's kind of like surplus letter, so my parents could make the word count or something. I don't know.

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[Demon Ride]

what goes around comes around...

I never had ever thought of attacking another, well a mare at least...a stallion, well that was a different story. I had been attacked, once in my life. A pack of coyotes...that wasn’t fun...I never dreamed of being attacked again...

"Hello there...." My words were graceful and had a kind tone to them, but deep. I lowered my head down just a bit to be more level with her. She was younger, by her voice and size, younger than I was I knew.

" My name is Demon....Demon Ride. This is my home...are you knew around here? It was very true, these were my lands, course they were also anyone else’s land that wanted to live here, I just overseen them as well as all the other light lands. I was also open for anyone to join me, keep me company, at least that much.

so its gonna come back to you...