out of tune [Mauja]

[Notes]

Marcalie

She wasn't sure if the water was alright to swim in but she walked into the lake anyway. The spring leaves of pink and red had already been replaced by a lush green color. Looking down at the ripples she was creating, she saw the blurred reflections of the tall, perfect trees. She loved the forest, with each of the trunks lined up evenly along the lake banks. Never had she felt that she deserved anything less than perfect. Because that was what she needed to have, not what she wanted. Those were the reasons her life was so perfect right now. Because she didn't let the small, flawed things get in her way. And that was how she wanted her life. Perfect.

The flawless mare looked over her body to see the old scars. But they just made her more faultless. They gave the impression that she was strong and not just a pretty useless thing. Throwing her head up for a moment before letting out a soft snort and then walking farther into the lake until the surface touched the lowest part of her neck.

occ: I do not like this. I do not like this at all

[Padfoot]

M A U J A; It seemed as if fate was already favoring the black and white stallion in his quest to achieve a herd. Mares seemed as abundant as the green grass, popping up even when he wasn't looking for them, in both likely and unlikely places. Such was the case with the mare he watched now, wading into the lake with a cool assurance, her tail fanning out behind her like a black current in a lake of blue. He'd stumbled upon her simply on his way to a drink. She was pretty, that was something even a stallion as jaded as himself could appreciate, a black sabino like himself, but with a marring set of scars that were thrown into sharp relief by the day's light. His eyes narrowed slightly, his mind racing ahead of him, wondering how such a large mare--she was pretty, but undeniably a coldblood--could have gotten such nasty reminders of a past action. Predator? Possibly, though it seemed exceptionally neat if that was the case. Another horse? This was even less appealing to the stallion, his lip curling slightly at the thought.

Mauja quickly stepped forward out of the shadows around the lake, his walk deliberate and measured. He was always so decidedly neutral when approaching a new mare, so that he could tune into whatever they wanted him to be, and be that for them. It simply made things quicker and easier.

"Hello."

[Notes]

Marcalie

The mare couldn't help but jump as the stallion spoke. She didn't enjoy being suprised or startled. It's just annoying. Marcalie quickly turned around and glared at the stallion. He was black and white -- much like her. But unlike Marcalie, he had no scars and he was certainly staring at hers. Maybe it was that they didn't seem perfect -- but they were. She was sure of that. But she could still remember that day. The day the cougar had created the fine lines on her black coat. They had stung. It was truly imprefect.

"Hello." The reply was sharper than she wanted it to come out. She completely turned around and started walking towards the stallion. Once again, she greeted the stallion but this time in a more proper way. "Hello. My name would be Marcalie. Yours?" Even in times when she meet the most critizing people, she knew that first impressions mattered. Once she was out of the water, she looked down at her legs to find a large puddle dripping down from her tail and legs. Looking up once again, she saw that unlike her own brown eyes, the stallion's were blue. And the mare couldn't help but smile that the color.

[Padfoot]

M A U J A; She was smiling, grinning at him as she turned, her mood suddenly changed from it's sharpness a moment ago as she looked on him--he wondered why, not without a twinge of annoyance, what she found to be so very amusing about him. However, his own face betrayed no outward sign of his vague irritation, much too trained from years of living for ambition and, yes, occasionally, deceiving. Instead he continued to smile, smirk even, as he moved his eyes from her scars to her face, then to her dripping legs. He seemed to forgo the general rule of consideration, but not in a wholly obnoxious way. "I am Mauja." He told her calmly, pronouncing the foreign syllables flawlessly, evenly. "But I must ask you... what do you find so amusing about me?" He smiled more broadly as he said it, amused by the petty conversation, and what seemed to be a generally friendly air; perhaps it would be easier to ask her if she wanted to join a herd, and be part of a more social, and safer group. Safe... this should appeal to her, he thought without any real trace of concern about her scars, and without his eyes moving toward them again. "You smile when you look at me."

[Notes]

Marcalie

Amusing? Certainly, she did not find many people amusing with all the cruel people in the world but she kept her smile on, but this time, a less sincere one. Laughing to herself for a moment as the stallion stated that she smiled. "Well there hasn't been a day I haven't smiled if that was a question meant to be answered. But this time, I'm smiling at your blue eyes." Her eys slowly drifted away from the stallion's eyes and looked at her wet feathers once more. They had dragged dirt and mud from the lake onto the grassy ground and her white legs have turned brown, and they were definately not perfect. Snorting with frustration, she usually tried to look her best when meeting people -- unless the other horse was as dirty as she was like in the swamp. Her smile was no longer on her face and she tried to figure out a way to get her coat clean. She couldn't go back in the water, it was the reason that she was muddy. Not wanting to look up at the stallion's blue eyes, she turned around and went over to the water, trying to clean her hoofs.