The Surveyor &

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Jubalee snorted, sniped nares flaring out as the great dial shook. Brown orbs surveyed the beach, spotting other equines further down the way, the great fae snorted again. Bodice turned, banner lashing hips as scythes carried her to some salty grass that sprouted from the sandy ground beneath her.

Razors tore at the grass, jaws working and ate the blades noisily. Small audits flicked here and there, constantly moving. Crown rose, perched on a proudly curved nape, large lanterns watching the going on’s around her.

A large dagger pawed the air in front of her, boredom taking over the large beast. Hind flew to the heavens, back scythes lashing out to invisible foes.

[grace]

.\\ Bow down

His large talons sunk into the soft and constantly sifted earth on the ocean line. This wasn't usually his scene, bright and sunny. But he had to learn the land that was to be his in future days, now didn't he? His lobes turned every which way to carry the sounds of all the beach-goers toward his massive frame.

There was one sound that was far closer than the other. He turned his mist-colored orbs toward that sound. A khaki colored mare that he could tell from the distance that he was at. His large pincers began carrying him over to this femme, just out of curiousity to what other kind of equine was here. Seeing what he was up against when the right time came.

to your future leader //.

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Pools flicked to the approaching form, audits pricked towards it as her large bodice moved around to stand facing it. Pistons stood wide apart, from her turn and from the wild buck, and the large fae almost looked like a foal. Nasal passages let out a loud snort, yet again, and her pistons began to carry her forward, towards the approaching equine.

’Lo,

Voice was soft, lyrical, a complete contrast to her appearance. Banner whipped at biting bugs, that hind stomping the sandy terra and making the ground swell around it and over the edges.

[grace]

.\\ Bow down

He stopped as he found his distance from this mare was good enough. His long banner flicked a few times before settling down with the breeze that came from the sea near them. He snorted at her simple greeting. They would have to work on the intillect of the equines in these parts later on in life.

Is that what passes as a greeting here?

He asked rather sarcastically, another snort passing through his nostrils. What a grand ol' time he was going to have here in hick-ville.

to your future leader //.

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Jubalee’s flame hued hide twitched, pools turning curious. What a strange looking brute. Dial tossed high into the air, fore lifting off the ground but slightly, cranium shaking from side to side at the landing.

Well, good sir, when something is as monstrously tall as yourself, one is at a loss for words.

Boredom still racked through her, apparently, causing her sentences to be of little consequence. In truth he was only eight inches taller, but no matter, he was large and tall, easy to tease. Suddenly she took a few more steps closer and sank back onto the thick haunches, a fore reaching out to claw at the air in front of the stags chest.

Her banner tagged her flanks, her lanterns peering up at the façade of the stranger.

[grace]

.\\ Bow down

If he had a brow it would be raised at this moment. Curious motions this mare was making.

Yes well, at least I'm not short.

He said adding a bit of emphasis to the last word of that sentence. Though she wasn't really that much shorter than him. But still, compared to him she was short. Matter-of-fact, many equines looked short when standing next to his large stature.

Feeling a bit giddy there, miss?

He said none-to-nicely.

to your future leader //.

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Dial tilted slightly, a smirk tacked upon her irregular marked mug. Nape arched, as she still stayed slightly leant back on her large haunches.

Really giddy, in fact.

She chose to bypass his earlier comment, seeming to grin at him. Suddenly she moved closer and whirled around, haunches colliding into his shoulder, her hocks coming up to just brush his ribs. Her long banner flicked up to flick his neck sharply as she leaped back to where she had been previously and stared at him, standing straight and looking as though nothing had happened besides a slight smirk and a gleam in her pools.

[grace]

.\\ Bow down

He watched her as she began to 'dance' after speaking her part about her mood. His weight shifted slightly as she body-checked him.

Do you mind refraining from doing that again?

Crane said with a snort.

He shook his dark-grey pelt and eyed her curiously.

You have to be the strangest mare I've ever met.

He said, still keeping his same straight face.

to your future leader //.

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The chestnut fae snorted again, pistons moving restlessly. Banner tagged her flanks, hide twitching.

I shan't give you any promises, and I may just be that.

Tones were rather silly, which was now matching her face; audits pricked, orbs bright, a grin tacked over her maw. Her nape stretched forward, bringing her mug close to the brute's, and bumped it rather hard. More playing from the rough-looking fae. She was five, and at heart she seemed to only be two some days. A fore reached out and pawed at him again, sinking back unto her haunches again.

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[grace]

.\\ Bow down

He snorted. None to happy about the immaturity that this mare was showing towards him. She obviously didn't know who she was dealing with. This was her future leader. The one that would someday get to boss her around, and maybe she was even some day fear his name. Oh what a life that would be. To have equines all over cringe at the mere thought of his name. He sighed dreamily to himself before realizing that this mare was still before him. And he was tired of having to say the word 'mare' to himself.

"Does a mare such as yourself have a name?"

He asked curiously. Quirking his head up a bit higher. His banner punished his hocks and the few flies that buzzed around his massive, grey bulk. He pawed at the shifty sands of the local beach. His audits turned around and around with a curiousity of what the chatter today was about. But no other equine was in a close enough range for their words to wander to him.

The sea breeze carried his mane up for a moment before causing the thick locks to fall back on his heavy nape. He let the idea of this beach being his roll over and over inside his caniving mind. He could take this over himself, once he found his followers. They seemed to have disappeared since he left that last place he decided to rule. Things had gotten boring there. Everything died. How dull. Torturing, semi-famine, and the occasional take down by his minions were fine. But death, it just came a little bit to soon. He never got to have his fun before they all started dropping like flies.

Life was hard for the ruler of a community. And maybe even the future ruler of a community.

to your future leader //.

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Harks flicked slowly, the thick-bodied fae straightening her stance. Crown tipped up towards the heavens as she watched a bird fly overhead. Lowering her large, convex skull, she snorted, nodding.

Jubalee. And what be yours?

Playfulness was thrown aside, her bright brown pools regaining their normal seriousness. Physique was stock still, all that moved was the rise and fall of her chest and barrel, the slight twitch of her nares, and the wind playing through her long crimped flag and short tresses.
Vine had always thought she was something strange, how she was calm one moment, playful the next, and suddenly stony and serious. She turned into a sort of rogue when he died, always moving, constantly on the go. She was in this herd and that, for short periods before getting bored and moving on.

Banner lashed across hips, mug suddenly parting to let out a loud neigh, for no reason in particular other than she was urged to explore more of the land.

[grace]

.\\Bow down

Such a simple name compared to his. Her's was just a mere speck on the wall of equine names. Just another black and white dot to blend in with the rest of them, to fade away, to be forgotten. His however. His was a bright, bid red dot in the very center of this wall. Demanding attention. Telling your eye to look at it, and threatening you if you don't.

Constable Ichabod Crane.

He replied with an air of dignity about him as it was stated. His name was one of the best he has heard by far. It leaked royalty, power. As you should know a Constable is someone who is of high rank, usually next to the king. But Crane, he was going to change its definition. He was going to make the Constable become King. He was going to take his rightful crown, sceptre, and perch atop his mighty throne. That he was. He was going to stare down at all his loyal- or not-so-loyal-subjects. He would laugh at their fright or rebellion, and then stomp on their dreams and hopes of a savior. Those pitiful creatures.

Now back to this mare that was standing beside him. He had let his thoughts go for a moment there. Jubalee as she said she was called. She appeared to be having mood swings, or either she listened very well to what he had said earlier about the playing around. For now, she seemed serious and uptight. As to earlier she was all jokes and acting a fool. Ah, she could be his royal jester. And if she wasn't funny enough, off with her head. He had always wanted to say that, believe it or not. This would be the perfect opportunity, perhaps.

Her breed was a mix, okay thats a plus on the creative side. Her name was plain, however, so subtract that point back to me. She had a tough build, and underneath that silly mane and idiotic play was probably a good mind. Her tan coat, however, just made her blend in more with the crowd. Tsk, tsk. This mare was really nothing special to him, was she? Just another one to torment, another one to keep him entertained for a short while before he moved on to the next landscape, to the next entertainer. All of this before he could finally have all of those things that he so often daydreams about. Ichabod Constable Crane had arrived.

to your future leader //.

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Auds flicked, dial turning around on a twisted nape, looking over flanks as a dapple bronze mare trotted towards the pair. Auds pinned flat as a pair of nippers sunk into her hip. She gave a squeal, giving way to the bigger and older mare, and cantered off, knowing from past experience with that specific mare that to stay and bicker wasn't the wisest choice.

Harks forward, crown perched high on a thick nape, Sevyrn made her way past her old 'friend' and dipped her head slightly to the stag.

Good evening.

Sand gritted beneath the large fae, shifting around massive daggers. Burnished bronze with very attractive dapples gleamed in the dying sun. Nostrils flared, inhaling the scent of the ocean, along with that of the stag. Her banner, scarely long as her flank, flicked up at her hip, swishing away biting pests. Her bright mahogany eyes watched the stag, waiting for a reply or move.

[grace]

.\\ Bow down

He watched silently as the new mare got rid of the old one with a simple bite. And on the hip no less. Too close to the hind region for his comfort. That's not exactly the cleanest place to be putting your mouth around. Yes, even this 'evil mastermind' had some OCD in the cleanliness area. He even avoided the mud puddles that are so abundant in the murky areas he tends to dwell in.

He turned his listeners back towards her, after listening to the scampering off of that other mare. His name seemed to fail him at the moment, and he just learned it. She really had an impact on him, eh? "Same to you." He said lightly. Crane blinked his auds against the afternoon sun, which was slowly fading. So its angle put it right in his face. And, being who he was, he didn't like having anything in his face. He shifted slightly, so that the sun was no longer right in front of him.

This also made it easier for him to see the mare that had just arrived. She was bigger than the last one, and seemed a lot more confident and strong in the head. That was good, no nonsense this time. Hopefully. "What brings you to me?" Ichabod asked, in a fairly bored tone. This place wasn't proving very eventful. It would be easy to take indeed.

to your future leader //.

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Sevyrn tossed her forelock from her spheres, harks pricked towards the brute. A handsome one, not small and dainty like the majority of stags she past on her way to the beach. Strong.


I'm looking for a home, simple as that. And you seem to be someone who could get one with ease.

She was not sugar coating her words, she was telling him how she saw it. Dark Grey coat with a star, tall, large and in charge. She almost laughed at that thought, but she rarely laughs, and so only a faint hint of a smirk touched her kissers.

If she had a brow, she would have quirked it now. The stag seemed lost.

My name, good sir, is Sevyrn.

A hind rose and the tip of the dagger brushed her stomach, the leg moving jerkily to stomp down a piece of brush that kept tagging her. The hind sat down again, tip in the sand, relaxed. Her dark pools focused on his.