Post by tanis on Jul 31, 2006 11:26:42 GMT -5
Ghostly frame of a specter unknown flickered in and out of sight, the shadows repeatedly swallowing and spitting out the newcomer's silhouette. Shanks weaving the stallion's bulk between the trunks of ancient trees, the specter paused slightly beside a small stream, amber optics glancing at his reflection. Silky locks of striking white lay placidly upon his brawny nape, sleek lines of his Lipizzan heritage accentuated by the sunlight that spilled through the gaps in the tree tops. Flicking his thick banner, thoughts whisked through his mind in a hurried manner, talons striking up a quickened canter after only a few moments of relaxation. I suppose this shall do...if the stallions told me right, she will not care either way. A small smirk staining his ashen lips, Tanis chuckled to himself. If this Lady Gwen was anything like the stallions had told him, all she really wanted was to have a little fun. Feeling a chuckle escaping his chasms, Tanis realized that's all he really wanted: fun. Slacking his quickened pace, a dour frown tainted his features as he realized that what he was doing would be greatly frowned upon by his father. Hmph. His father, Lord Harrison, the noble pain in the ass super star at everything that was dressage. Snorting in a disgusted manner, Tanis kicked at the jade turf, harks pulled back against his regal dial. "Stupid bastard. Nothing but a pain in my ass...It's a good thing I left when I did." Words draped with hatred, the alabaster stallion spat angrily at the ground. Ever since Tanis had been born, Harrison had harped upon him about how important it was for him to learn dressage and follow the family footsteps. Bah! Dressage, what a boring thing to do for a living. Shanks picking up a smooth walk, a jaunty tilt to his dial and a sardonic smirk to the lips took over as he thought about his own life. Traveling the world, meeting new people, flirting with mares, now that was a life worth living.
Muscled bulk hovering at the edge of the shadows, Tanis let his mocha voids scan the horizon for any sign of this 'Lady Gwen'. Seeing now movement in the lush valley, he contented in just lounging about the cool abyss, muscles flexing with each step a worn talon took. Smiling beneath a curtain of snowy white forelock, the stud reflected upon the description the stallions had given him about the wonder mare. A beautiful, curvacious body of the most tempting colors of snow and ash, with long, thick locks of mixed colors, that's what the studs had told him about. With her seductive gaze of blue and brown, the minx was one of the most beautiful in the lands, but sadly, she was merely a heartbreaker. Shaking his dial, brawny nape extended to the ground to brush the blades of grass. At seven years of age, Tanis should have already found himself a lover and had at least 3 children, but alas, he had not. Though he wasn't at lack of trying, for he wished nothing more than to find the right one. The problem was that most mares were players these days, and he had seemed to have fallen for them all. Harks poised atop his carved dial, Tanis kept a sharp eye out for this minx, a rough bellow issued from his chambers. Dusk was setting in, and he wished to get this done and over with before dark truly set in, but what he didn't know was that in the end, he'd wish the night could have lasted longer.
Muscled bulk hovering at the edge of the shadows, Tanis let his mocha voids scan the horizon for any sign of this 'Lady Gwen'. Seeing now movement in the lush valley, he contented in just lounging about the cool abyss, muscles flexing with each step a worn talon took. Smiling beneath a curtain of snowy white forelock, the stud reflected upon the description the stallions had given him about the wonder mare. A beautiful, curvacious body of the most tempting colors of snow and ash, with long, thick locks of mixed colors, that's what the studs had told him about. With her seductive gaze of blue and brown, the minx was one of the most beautiful in the lands, but sadly, she was merely a heartbreaker. Shaking his dial, brawny nape extended to the ground to brush the blades of grass. At seven years of age, Tanis should have already found himself a lover and had at least 3 children, but alas, he had not. Though he wasn't at lack of trying, for he wished nothing more than to find the right one. The problem was that most mares were players these days, and he had seemed to have fallen for them all. Harks poised atop his carved dial, Tanis kept a sharp eye out for this minx, a rough bellow issued from his chambers. Dusk was setting in, and he wished to get this done and over with before dark truly set in, but what he didn't know was that in the end, he'd wish the night could have lasted longer.
