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Post by nutsy on Mar 6, 2007 14:32:40 GMT -5
Charet flicked her whipcord impatiently around her hocks, her face showing an expression of anger. To any unknowing eye, she would have looked as if she was waiting, waiting for someone, or something. The bitter wind chewed at her pelt, and lifted her mane, leading it in a dance. This land was just right for her, at one time she would have gone for silky shores and tropical forests, now the plainess of these lands were where she would call home. At the moment, she was hungry, and there seemed that there was no food. She lifted her muzzle high in the air, trying to pick up a scent of vegetation. The distinct smell of dried grass lingered in the air, and Charet decided it would have to do. She forced her dial down and chewed at the terrible food, reluctantyl swallowing.....Who was the leader here? Could Charet be a member. She hoped he would accept her....
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Post by Denali on Mar 6, 2007 21:24:26 GMT -5
>:|The innocence of youth does not last long. Whilst the hunters young grow surrounded with wisdom, the prey's does not. Only learning from that of expierence.|:<
Sinew burned as the brute ran, sure the craggy precipieces could be dangerous. could be. Yet for him, they bowed, the very rocks themselves softened at his touch, and yet also at the same time, it was his hardened hooves that were so maleable that they melded themselves to whatever ground they were placed upon. Yet they were always remaining hard. Some mystery. Perhaps. perhaps not. One never knew. But that was how the One had made him. the Creator. But thoughts of his Creator did not last long.
A new scent was riding on the breeze; could have been teh stench of carrion, from a wolf kill, but alas, it was not. How almost dissappointed he was. How much fun would it be to terrorize a wolf with his hot- knife like hooves...Nariz flared, and the stench upon the wind was of his own kind. He scowled. Though the outline of the beast had appeared, he was begining to wonder why all of a sudden mares were flocking to his lands. well because they've heard that you're here..of course..they're coming to seek a harem ....and a proper stallion...not one of thoes misfits that his father had been, one who claimed onlyone mate for himself and wierdly was mishappen inside.
By noow the shape had formed into that of a grazing mare. the stag began to slow. Inside and outside his emotions settled to his outwardly impassiveness. Orbs held nothing but the firm sterness of a good and proper leader. His footfall pattern changed from that of his ground-eating three beat gait to his two beat, and then his standard stroll. His tassels flicked. Though lips and vocals were still rendered silent. [/right][/font] |
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Post by nutsy on Mar 7, 2007 14:08:59 GMT -5
The scent of that of her own kind slid fluently up through her delicate nostrils, the nostrils that seemed almost out of place on her rough muzzle. The lines that ran through her be not pure, be that of very different races, that once positioned on her body, looked unusual. Charet was unique, one of a kind, and she was proud.
She looked the brute up and down, her well-known occs searched him for an answer. The question that beholds the answer is unknown. She nickers, so quietly, it is almost inaudible, yet to the well-trained hark, the noise is as loud as a startled ox.
Being different, Charet searched for a stallion that is not an explorer for appearence, but for intelligence. Don't get me wrong, Charet is not unnatractive, but she isn't the looker most brutes sniff for. She relies on her brain alot more than her heart, and his a beleiver of harems, not true love and soulmates like most the petty lookers.
Charet closed her eyes for what was no more than a second, gesturing to the stag that she respected him like her own father. No, she did not respect her mother and her snobby antics. She pondered her options, although difficult through her currently mixed up mind, then swiftly opened her kissers.
|Stag, well-met.| She simply stated, and then waited silently for the first line that would escape this stud's maw. |
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Post by Denali on Mar 7, 2007 21:50:59 GMT -5
Sinew rippled as his mass shifted into a more comfortable position. He waited, becoming almost bored with how long this mare eyed him up, seeming to debate weather he was worthy. Though throughout the 'inspection' as he dared dub it, he ne'er let his eyes fall from her own. It would be marked, probably, as a note of passiveness. There was not a passive bone within his thick, sinewy, bodice.
"I suppose. Depending on what you consider well enough to be met. Fae, so far well met, what unbeknownst to me brings you into my mountains?"
He did not know what to expect being the first of these lands to start to turn it around. Well, in his eyes. Proper leads, that had proper rules, none of that riff raff mumbo jumbo about 'Mates' and what not. Stallions were to breed with their harem, as they had their harem in order to pass on their blood. Hence the whole territorialness. Though, he still did not have many connections, and he still did not know exactly who roamed his lands, he was beginning to learn how to read the land well enough that he could tell a change, and the cause of most probability.
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Post by nutsy on Mar 8, 2007 14:30:19 GMT -5
Charet's dark brown harks lay dormant in a backwards pointing position, as so far there had been no noise. It was not the only immobile of things around, the stag's body matched her ears in position. His maw opened and out muttered words, and her alert peaks darted forwards, picking up every syllable.
|And if I told you, would you be bothered to listen?| Charet posed. She did not wait for a returning statement, and instead spoke once more. |I came here simply to discover the harem, and see if the stag would willingly accepted an intelligent fae.|
The pillars that were stained with white near the rocky ground pawed impatiently. This did not match her usual path, but when she had put her hoof down, Charet did not wait long for an answer
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Post by Denali on Mar 9, 2007 22:00:53 GMT -5
[Let the hunter-foals play, and let their dams run without harm, for without them there is no balance between the weak and the strong.]
Stag remained still, standing with one hoof cocked in a relaxed position. Auds flicked forth as the fae's vocals spoke. This fae, intelligent though she was, recalled not, perhaps, greetings into new herds that were commenced by that of the lead stallion. As of whom, any stallion, unless mutation sits rotting his genes, will lightly allow any femme into his harem, unless she dares to bring another stag along with her. That is intolerable.
"Fae, weather it bother me or not, I've but little choice but to listen, seeing as I acknowledged that as a part of my role as Lead." Here he paused, and scrutinized her for a moment, hardly more than a breath's length.
"As for joining my harem, any stag would lightly accept any fae who does not attempt to drag other stallions into his herd."
Though his thoughts went on, about those stallions who allowed many other stallions to roam their lands with them, well he decided against vocalizing the thought. For now he was content with leaving the conversation as light as possible. After all, no stallion wished a bad first impression.
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Post by nutsy on Mar 10, 2007 3:38:32 GMT -5
The mahogany stained fae nodded her head towards him in a thanks, it was good that he had accepted her. Her ears flicked back and forth, back and forth, considering what to ask. She shook her coat free from the rain that was starting to fall from the open heavens.
|Stag, I pose thee question; what be your alias?| She asked gently, her vocals silky smooth as ever, |I be Charet, half mustang, half national show horse.| Her face twisted as she managed to let go of the 'half national sho horse'. Many stuck-up mares would have been proud, but Charet be not proud nor stuck-up.
She snuffled at the dry grass with little appetite, she felt deep down it wouldn't be hard to find real grass. She turned her attention to something else, the stag. she reached out her muzzle so she was breathing on his neck, her hot breath slipping through his pelt. She bared her teeth and groomed his mane a little. She didn't wish to call him her true love, as that was not what she beleived in. she would call him the sire of her foals, but it was alright to be flirty once in a while.... |
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Post by Denali on Mar 17, 2007 8:01:21 GMT -5
[The rope was taught, but the tension remains, let it be broken]
Auds pricked to better catch mare's melody, though would have caught them anyway. Sinew pulsed beneath his coat as he once again shifted slightly, this time putting his weight dispersed evenly upon all four plates merely because he could. WHen the fae's spoken words ceased, he felt his the beginings of a reply withing his own throat.
"I be dubbed Vhetrial Denatice, though Trial will get you by." He paused, momentarily pondering the definition of her experssion as she had spoken of her breed. "Charet, It is a pleasure."
With her breath came a moment of uncomfortableness that rippled through the stag. Very little had he tangledwith mares, he simply had not been allowed to. Back home, very few colts lived through to actuall 'stallionhood' as the herds with more than two colts had tension like having a hot-wire strung between them from one to another. Often enough, so as it was not rare, thoes herds would deteriorate due to one stallion killing another to dominate himself over the others.
Sinew twitched as her steaming breath touched his pelt, then he felt her dentals tenderly caressing his thick covering. He lightly nudged her own withers, and gave a light little nip, and his pink tounge flashed out once, but then carefully and gently pulled away; he was not usually one to share affection. That comes with time, and comfort in another's prescence.
The air was begining to chill with the thaw of winter and the grass was slowly begining to die, and become the tasteless dead brown stuff, he knew that soon, very soon, they would all have to make to the cave in the side of the valley he had found in his earlier exploration.
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Post by nutsy on Mar 17, 2007 11:52:36 GMT -5
Charet
[Though my words speak soft, a fire burns inside]
She listened intently to his words, speak not of her own, as she was sick of talking. Her peaks pointed as he caressed her for the few moments that he spared. She withdrawed her dial, contracting her neck. She butted him lightly with her velvety muzzle, a short nicker escaping her kissers.
She swung round so her whipcord lashed at him, though not as to harm him. She stepped out graciusly with her surefoot, her boa arched. The sun begun to break throyugh the mist, and soon the spectrum lit up the sky as a rainbow. She looked over the lands. It was getting late, and the sun was lowered enough to set. This was one of the great advantages of the high altitudes. Her maw curved as she looked at Trial (<<Is that OK?) as the sun turned his strong bodice into a silhouette. Her pelt too was soon another figure of darkness. She lowered her dial and swished her banner around her hind legs, that soon disappeared under the mist.
[Under blankets of fog, let the spirits and demons frolick]
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Post by Denali on Mar 17, 2007 22:41:18 GMT -5
((ok, shall write a post when I get upstairs, I'm being kicked off my comp, yes, friends. Friends are always good. XD yes Trial is ok. shall have a post for you tomorrow. Promise))
[Words do not become us. Let not them make definition of yourself]
Ebonite brute knew not words to say, and even had they come, he would not necessarily had said them. At the moment, he decided, that he would remain here. Not bothering to ask her off to meet others at this particular moment. No, for now, they would linger here. Sinewy boa lowered dial to the ground where enamels ripped and tore at the slowly dying grass that remained upon the mountainous floor. For now, as always, it would have to do.
The birds were beginning to flock south, to wards the tropical island where things only got so cold, and even at that, it wasn't really, all that cold. But, hey, if you want to sweat it out in the hot mid-summer days, go ahead be my guest. The stally was one who had long endured the harsh winters of the mountains and would do well to keep his harem alive throughout it. already his coat had begun to thicken with the onset of the chilled mountain breeze, and the thickening cold that blanketed the mountains at night. But for now, the sun was still fairly high in the sky.
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Post by nutsy on Mar 18, 2007 4:42:56 GMT -5
((ok, thanx!))
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Post by Denali on Mar 18, 2007 18:19:18 GMT -5
[[there ya be]]
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Post by nutsy on Mar 23, 2007 15:01:37 GMT -5
((I can't post long at the moment  ))
Charet
[Don't let the words fool thee]
Dark mahogany coat, slithering with sweat, mane clinging round her boa, eyes deep yet not meaningful. Dark pillars hold her up, and she began chewing on the blades of grass.
Who are you other mares? Charet questioned.
She brought her crown level with Trial's and sighed, it may not be the same tempreture as the Arctic, but it wasn't exactly warm.
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Post by Denali on Apr 2, 2007 22:56:13 GMT -5
[Let not others' seem to you as burdens, but seem as someone to share the burden]
Ebonite brute Gave a small sigh at the mention of other mares. Few had come, though he hadn't the chance as of yet to venture out and bring home more. But for awhile it would do. fore limbs lowered massive chassis to the ground. Forelimbs tucked 'neath him, Ebontie brute grazed upon the blades nearest him, slowly working his way further out around himself. auds flicked towards flicka to catch her words. He paused his muching, thinking. weell....that one fae was bound to linger in the mountain walls, was she not? Perhaps, yet it would be just as likely that she would leave..
"Just one other, I suppose, 'less she so grudginly took her leave. Astria."
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