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[Kate]

It was just like home. The cool, crisp fall air, accompanied by high, snow-laden peaks and clean cut, grey bluffs. She was sure that in the cips between the mountains there were quiet valleys that changed color with the season, and babbling, cold brooks leaping and laughing over the tumbling rocks. Heh, the Bears totally just missed their snap. Her saffron gaze traveled swiftly across the rocky path before her, trying to decide whether or not to continue. The path ran through a high-walled ravine, making her feel a bit claustrophobic. Go Colts! She lifted her front hoof experimentally, then, with determination in her eyes, moved forward fluidly. Her cream colored tassels whipped out behind her as a brisk wind danced around her. The locks that dressed about her face and neck were thrown away from her body, becoming tangled as the breeze made them twist around her. Suddenly she stepped through the mouth formed by the two sheer rock walls, and he wind ceased, though she heard its frustrated howl behind her.

Astraia glanced over her shoulder, then began moving forward again. It was strange. Not too long ago she had been facing a similar dilemma; finding a new home. Now, a little less than a year later, here she was, trying to find a new place to stay. It didn't surprise her, not really. She was picky, and when she had no choice but to reside with those who annoyed her silly, she was more than likely to say for as little time as possible before leaving. However she would have to stay here longer, because winter was only a season away, and leaving in the fall for a new home would most likely find her buried in the snow somewhere, dead. She wasn't stupid. Somewhere inside she was hoping that this place wouldn't be so terribly unbearable, however she didn't hold out on those hopes. Time and time again she had been disappointed, so she had simply learned not to hope, and to wait for whatever was thrown her way.

[Denali]

Ebonite form started to take shape at a distance, and quickly magnified rapidly. Abruptly enough, the brute's ocules spotted a form moving on the very outskirts of the horizon. tri-ple-et pace carried him steadily but swiftly towards the form. He did not bellow, he did not whiny, but rather silently approached, almost like a hunter stalking it's food. Upon approach, brute slowed not, until he was nearly alongside her, andhe neatly tucked his haunches and slid to a stop. A toss of his ebony mane, still silken, though the dirt he'd lived in his whole life. Though Chest was bruised, some ribs bruised and battered, he held but one flesh wound upon his haunches, and it still beld quite openly, he was not overly worried about it. Words of demand did not suffice in a situation as this. He wanted mares for his harem, but he would not take them as easily as one might expect.

" And what curiosity plagues one so much as to dare to venture into my domain?"

Crackling, popping, low voice, rumbled from deep within throat and ribcage. Squarely put, stag stood, facade revealing no emotions, and held look of indefference. Perhaps this would be his first addition to his harem. Perhaps he would end up running her, yes, her out, perhaps she would stay. He would take onyl thoes deemed worthy to venture his lands freely, and even at that, with such great limitations, that there were no limitations. Even at this limited movemetn, just breathing sent sinew rippling throughout his bodice, and a movement of a limb sent masses of well developed sinew rippling like the steady waves otf the ocean to the beach.

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[Kate]

As quickly as he approached, her twin harks slipped back agains her skull, burying themselves in her yellowing locks. Her paper thin nstrils flared as she inhaled his scent. It was musky, and bloody, most likely due to that cut on his haunches. If she was any judge of injuries, his side was starting swell, betraying bruised, if not, broken ribs. She refrained from curling her lip in distaste. Pah! Stallions and their hormonal urges to fight one another. It wasn't irriating, but it did seem somewhat stupid in her mind. However, if it was a choice between fighting and losing your home, she could see where the importance of it would come ino play. Her amber eyes studied him haughtily and she didn't try to hide it. He was taller than she was, as were most horses, but his coloring was totally oppsite. He was of darkest shadows, while she mirrored the sunbeams that danced through tree branches on soft spring days. However much some thought that hue depicted personalities, they were wrong. She might have been light in color, but she was not light in either spirit or thought. Her ribbons lashed at her sides nonchalantly and she eyed him a moment longer before speaking.

"You use the word 'curiosity' quite lightly. What makes you think I have traveled here for merely a relieving of a thirst for knowledge? For truly that is not why I am here. I was simply passing through, perhaps to even see if I might reside here. But, you seem to be a bit preoccupied," she glanced at is wounds with a smirk, "and I would dare not intrude on such manly affairs, for what am I but a mere female. Oh no, stallion, though you have no mares here, it seems you don't need any to support your massive ego." She suppressed a small yawn of boredom and tilted her hind hoof in a picture of relaxation. If horses could raise a single eyebrow, if they had eyebrows that is, she would have done so in this moment. Imagine, please, a look of skepticism upon her, not exactly drop-dead-gorgeous, face. For indeed it wasn't something to turn heads, but it was enough to give her a look of regality, if she dared attempt such a posture.

[Crow'sia]

Propaganda!

AUTUMN.one

Crow’sia was back to the mountains. Either Lucifer, or the new lead (as she had witnessed pieces of the fight circling around) might be skulking about. She actually found neither. Instead the first thing that came into her clear brown eyes was a mare. At first she ignored the animal, it was just another female looking for a home, until of course the stallion, the one who had taken the territory, and who’s name she evidently had forgotten or never heard, materialized her in line of vision. He was truly something special. Not special in the way Lucifer had struck her. Had she been younger she knew she would truly have been smitten. No. This new lead was coming off more and more as a normal kind of male; only he was on the other side of the personality rainbow. He probably did not think he was. It bothered her. He could eradicate her easily, she was female, she was rather old, and she could not help but want to bother him. Crow’sia ears turned from the two in annoyance. She’d be longing for youth any moment.

Like Lucifer this stallion held himself in a quite emotionless state, but unlike him he seems erratic. It was a paradox. Thought out, but irrationally so. Her attention, which had been momentarily averted for irritation immediately, returned to him when he spoke and the mare’s tan fur bristled. She snorted. What a cocky ungrateful elitist bastard. It was the first thing she thought. Mares were really a gift; they should be toying around. She listened to other female quite closely, who reminded her of a pumpkin, a strange melon she saw once and awhile. It was curious, she observed, how must folks had such confidence when they spoke, that they knew exactly what to say. This mare was probably looking for a home, unlike Crow’sia in her youth. Either she was judging him brilliantly, or she was an idiot. Crow’sia decided she must be an idiot, but the two amused her nonetheless.

She had already gotten it in her head that she would stay in her position till the fateful moment they noticed her. The female would likely first, as Crow’sia happened to be facing her. But in any case, she did not plan to trot on down to join them, she would just stay where she was, clearly they could hear one another fine.

Besides, she credited herself for his quick leadership. He’d have had to ask the other bugger what he was if she did not so hastily make an observation. Ungrateful.

[Denali]

((AHHHHHHHH WRITER"S BLOCK!!!! -dies- ARGH!! sorry guys, I can't post..I can hardly think!))

[Kate]

[ No worries. :] Post when you can. ]

[Denali]

Thick boa arched, offended. Facade maintained emotionless state, as did ojos. Ne're before had he been spoken to in such manner, and who was tis fae to be going around determining THE strict way in which a word could be used. Who did she think that she was? Webster? I think not. He did not like the way she eyed him so. Quite rude it was to judge him so irrationally. Huff. since when was he completely the bad guy? Whipchords flicked at the overstarved flies that dared to land 'pon his pellage. Dare they might, but ne're try again.

"Really? And since when does one word mean strictly one thing? are you the queen of all mares to be so decided in everyone's vocabulary? My buisness is no matter to you, and as of yet, you are my only company, be it better or worse for me."

Ebon brute started silently walking away after his statement was complete. He did not wish to provoke such a maligent beast. Who she thought she was to be so big and mighty, he did not know. But he cared not. Hovens lead pistons to carry bodice to the thin stream that was not overly far off. He had spotted it on his was down from the ledge. No, he had not intended to greet this mare as had seemed. Been on his way journeying to the river to drink his fill, and had he been aone, maybe rolled in the mud to ointment his wounds from the flies. Damn flies. They were so stupid. and overall annoying. Never ever did they die, no matter how good your aim. If you didn't stun them enough there was no chance that they would break a wing in the ever so damaging fall to the ground.
Even though this first intruder did not deem him full enough for her oh so heavenly prescence, he had to admit, he did admire her guts. Any mare speaking with atitude such as that back home..well.. they'd've been silenced within seconds. Even so, He would not try to make her stay. that was not his philosophy, now was it? He kept on walking towards the stream, not quite sure how far off he had gotten by finding out who his first invader was. Sure he knew the other mare was there, however he reconized her as the one who had been at the stat of the fight, and given him the right moment to initiate the attack..of course that all wasn't exactly due to her..more due to the stupidity of the other colt..however old. not that it really mattered now.

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[Kate]

A thin sneer lifted at the corners of her mouth as he arched his neck slightly and began to speak. Her ears relaxed, one tilted forward, the other slightly back, and she shifted her weight to the opposite side. He certainly was showing more of his emotions than, it seemed, he thought. Though his face and eyes remianed blank, the rest of his body betrayed him to be offended by her forward, and juding by his reaction, partially accurate view of him. Maybe not. Perhaps he had just never had a mare, or anyone for that matter, speak to him as bluntly and unafraid as she did. Astraia was long past worrying about whether or not she had offended or injured another's pride; they just shouldn't be so sensitive in the first place. Her cream colored tassels tickled at her fetlocks, twitching slightly and moving a bit with the faint whisper of wind that trickled through the mountains. Her amber eyes watched calmly as he turned away from her, carrying himself somewhere with obvious purpose. It took a lot to choke back a snort of amusement. Suddenly, her eyes captured another figure not too much away from her. It was an older mare.

Astraia dipped her head slightly and turned away. Hey, the stallion didn't say she had to leave, so she would probably just meander around until she fell off a cliff. Or something stupid that only she would do. With a sudden epiphany, she moved from her relaced stop into a smooth canter, catching up swiftly with the black stallion, passing him, and coming to a small creekbed, filled to the brim with icy cold mountain water. She snorted in disdain and hopped over it, slowing to a prancy walk and then carrying herself around a corner and out of sight. Boredom got to her; easily and often, I might add. She stopped soon after she rounded the bend, her paper thin nostrils flaring and her tail flagged up after her brisk jaunt. The slender golden appendages that supported her pushed her into a relaxed walk as she slowly wound her way down the side of the glorified hill. She was sure there was a small valley in the pocked between the two smaller mountains she was on, didn't it always work that way? She could simply cut through it and get herself out of the way of that brute before he even bothered to care, which he wouldn't do even if someone paid him in blood. He was the type that took his mares for granted, and the way it seemed to her right now, he would be lucky if he had any. Oh sure, he would get the slender, fine-boned, wannabes who only hung around him because he had testosterone, but those little sluts didn't really count, did they?

[Crow'sia]

Old indeed. Crow’sia turned her head watching the new lead closely. As quickly as he had met the girl he was essentially turning her away. She faintly recalled Bayard turning her away from the Forests, how she would be too much trouble for him, she grinned but thought it was silly. Silly to throw away life. And perhaps, she now considered, she should have gone to his son Solo, before the territory was stricken. She thought to leave then and suddenly the mare found her eyes following the female she had been watching, who was also glancing towards her. Crow’sia nickered quietly in return, and her eyes shifted away quickly, dully, as at about the same time the two parted ways with the Mountains, in opposite directions.

Crow’sia planned to leave. She was still on her quest to find other horses who might recall her in the vague pits of their memories. So far she had yielded nothing save looks.

[Denali]

what lavishes she bestowed upon him. Her soothing currents tenderly washing out his wound, and her mud coating it softly with a soft layer of herself. Her lofty current rose up and over and around him. engulfing him. His bruises aches were solves, if not at least for awhile. Though he cared nor noticed naught thr pain of such bruising. One of his type felt naught pain, save that but of death. That of which such unworthy colts should but only claim that. Neither this nor any other gave any of that which might be called courage. Courage to face the inevitable.

Nevertheless, he had more to do than to worry about such nonsense that plagued this world. No, there was so much more to everthing than that. mass shifted and sinew propelled bruteskywards. Once again afoot sinew propelled bodice away from what he called his own. rightfully. off to venture the rest of these lands.[gone]

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