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Post by SAPHYRI,, on Nov 4, 2010 11:27:35 GMT -5
P I C T U R E ,
He was a silent mover, hooves softly drifting over the light grasses found in Sunfall. His light, off white body could easily be seen against the blue sky and greenish, yellow landscape. Fortunately for the stallion, being seen in an area like this wasn't much of an issue considering no others had been in sight for at least the past few hours. Ghost stopped his movement to lower his head to the ground for a quick snack before resuming his slow moving pace and continuing onwards through the lands of Night Sky. It'd been almost a year since the Andalusian stallion had been in the presence of another equine beast, and it was about time that changed. Standing 16.1 hands, the stallion raised his head from the ground and let out a loud whinny, calling to anyone whom could hear. He was tired of being alone. Maybe a new friend would come along, or maybe an enemy. Either way, Ghost was ready for them. The stallion pawed at the ground impatiently as his ears twitched, listening for the sound of another approaching.
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Post by vardan on Nov 4, 2010 11:54:48 GMT -5
When venom was out in sunfall one day. Just nickering to himself, and stomping the ground with his hooves. When out of the corner of his brown eye, He saw this beautiful andalusian stallion standing there. When he suddenly heard this strange horses whinny from afar. He trotted cautiously to where the new horse was standing. Venom graciously nibbled the light grass. When he was waiting in the light grasses to see if this new horse was either friend or foe.
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Post by SAPHYRI,, on Nov 5, 2010 14:03:22 GMT -5
Ghost was more of the type to stab you in the back then to shoot you in the face, if you know what I mean. He was a sly little devil, careful to never be found out before his plans were complete. As the painted stud approached the Andalusian beast, Ghosts ears pinned slightly, head raising a bit in warning. "I don't recognize you, and your scent tells me you belong to no herd. Who are you." It was more of a demand, a request that who you are be told, rather then a question. Ghost relaxed his stance a bit as he shifted his weight back a few steps as to get a better look at this stallion. He was a bit smaller then the off white equine, but built all the same. Ghosts blue eyes scanned over the landscape behind the newcomer in attempt to see if any others were lurking in his shadows.
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Post by vardan on Nov 5, 2010 21:55:19 GMT -5
The painted stallion carefully approached the andalusian stallion. And said "I am new here, I do not belong to any herd as of yet. And my name is venom." The painted stallion was rather distrustful of this strange horse. He gave the stallion a brief glance, Before trotting off to nibble on more grass in the Sunfall area. Venom was so very tired of waiting for other horses to arrive where he was at.
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Post by SAPHYRI,, on Nov 6, 2010 21:00:24 GMT -5
Ghost noticed that perhaps his tone and attitude towards the other stallion wasn't quite needed as the paint didn't seem to want a challenge in any way. Ghost listened as the other spoke before nodding his head in respect and allowing the other to gain a short distance before deciding to munch upon some grass. Ghost noted that the new studs name was Venom before deciding to speak up once again. "Venom, I apologize for my slight hardness towards you. I haven't been around those of my own kind for quite a long time, so I don't really know how to handle situations where I come in contact with a possible rival. My apologies." Ghost again bowed his head in respect before lowering his crown to nibble at the blades of green, giving Venom time to speak. Once he finished, Ghost spoke again. "What brings you here?"
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Post by vardan on Nov 8, 2010 11:03:55 GMT -5
Venom listened intently to the andalusian. He then said to the stallion. " I seek a herd and perhaps a mare to start a family of my own." "Hardness? that was hardly hardness." Venom said rather harshly to the off white stallion. I too have been without contact or sight of another horse for quite sometime myself.
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Post by msshardy on Nov 27, 2010 21:35:39 GMT -5
Satian grazed on the dark, sweet grass, raising his head to look aroung every minute or two to check for other horses.
Suddenly, the breeze brought a scent over to him. He sniffed it.
He was scared to lose this wonderful land. The other stallion who had this land before him had never come when Satian had challenged him, but he could always call it a fair fight.
Satian strong, fast legs took off across the feilds. He saw the two stallions and barred his teeth.
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