A Curious One

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The large mix-breed walked slowly into the Rocky Mountain terra, nostrils flared and his honey eyes were wide, his ears flicking rapidly, taking in the sights, sounds, and scents that lingered. Old scent, of a stallion, wafted into the ebony seven year olds sensitive nose as his muzzle brushed the ground beneath his hooves. He was on the outskirts of the Mountains, and was standing atop a boulder that found its way there.

No, no, don’t think he wants to claim the land. He wishes a council with the Lead, to learn what he knows of the lands about. His long ebony and silver tail swatted his hips, his scarred face lifting up high on a long thick neck, and he whistled long and clear.

And, by the way, he did not intend to claim any of the other lands – through fight or otherwise. He merely wanted to be in a herd, to watch over it while the lead would be out, to fight when the lead was gone and someone came to take the land. He was loyal, and he was battle-scarred – not only from horses but from wild cats as well.

Back to the horse.
He tossed his head, snorting loudly and almost impatiently before cutting loose another whistle, this time half rearing and looking over the lands again. His silver and black mane whipped in a sudden wind, the wind snaking his mane and forelock about his face and neck, wildly and madly. He leaped down off the boulder and landed with a heavy thud and teetered a few steps staggering, his legs painfully swore from the swim to NSE and from traveling up to the mountains outer edges. Oh my aching joints…

[Denali]

[Judge not from the outside or upon prejudice those that walk strange ways]

Midway, upon ledge, did the beast stand. Crani' high, thick, sinewy boa arched, as that of a dignified stag. The breezed wafted this and that, the scent of mares. His Mares.Rightfully so as well. He does not fight for unnecessary cause. While there is a vast majority who could claim that it be so, in this case. He thought it hideously idiotic of him to allow his brother to live. Though the one thing he did believe in prominently was choice. Though he deeply resented the world for what it could become, he knew what was expected of him, and what ways he frowned deeply upon. A clear minded stag is one of the best. He tolerated oppositions with indifference, he simply would not have it..

What was this? The stench of a stallion, daring enough to so much as just lay foot upon the border, but actually pass it, and knowingly enter his domain. Well. Whatever be the case, immediate figure should interrogate with indifference, then if cause not wise enough, the bastard will leave, or face the consequences. Sinewy haunches propelled beast upon a path only newly found, and with unearthly surefootedness upon the craggy mountainside, soon appeared, not even breathing hard, within the battle range of this...brujo.

Shifting weight further back unto his haunches, the brute slowed, and paced up, to the brute. Facade held emotionless; the eyes calm assertiveness. Sinew rippled beneath his thick healthy pelt. He was the image of any truly healthy wild stallion. His mane flowed long, and his tail was taken and caressed by the wind. Halting a few feet from the stallion, deep, naturally gruff vocals softly demanded the knowledge that the brute held that he did not yet.

"What brings your courage so high, stag, to enter my mountainous domain?"

Though soft, and perhaps could be taken as menacing, it was his place to inquire as such. Being lead and all. He did it well. He knew it. Quietly demanding. he showed no mercy in a fight, yet he seldom raised vocals above moderate tone when speaking within context. Yet, in some way, when he was angry, he'd been told, once, that it'd be easier to be yelled at than spoken to. Well too bad.

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Sure he’s loyal

The bronc turned his head towards the stallion, whose simple body posture spoke that this was the lead. His large head lowered, he turned his long axis to the brute, and kept his eyes to the ground for a moment.

“I was led by my angels,” he paused, knowing fully that he could sound crazy there before continuing, “and they gave me courage – though I don’t really lack it. I came to inquire your knowledge of the lands and its herds; Are there any herds willing to accept a stallion seeking a home and a ‘guardian’, so to speak, to watch over the herd when the lead is out?”

This stallion was not one to beat around the bush. He was straight forward, to the point, and honest. He kept his axis to the stallion, raising his head to a comfortable level, leaving his vitals open to the Leader of the Terra. Obviously, he was not seeking a fight.

“Also, Sir, I do apologize for intruding upon your lands. I shan’t do it again.”

His honey eyes watched the stallion calmly, his own muscles relaxed, ears facing the sides, tail switching gently at flies biting his flanks.

But he’s crazy – hope you don’t mind

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[[people vanish XD]]

[Denali NLI]

[[what do you mean, sorry I haven't gotten on, I've been busy...that's why we have weekends.]]

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[[ lol, its all good ^_^ ]]

[Denali]

[let not your decisions wander, a debating soul only leaves on in question and in the long run, destroys one's essence.]

Mentally, stag was pacing upon the barren turf on which, his mental self, stood. Here before him stood a stag, wishing his entrance in to his harem. Asking for a layout of the land, but understanding enough to be denied. Maybe it would be ok to have another stallion around.. NO! they are nothing but trouble. The colts are bad enough as it is. He'd experienced enough trouble growing up. He had survived in the roughest parts the land may ever know. There stallions were brutal. Mere colts killing others just for rank. Yes, he had done it; he'd won because he'd had to. They all feared him. The colts were run out of the herd not long after they were past two - if they were lucky. He had not been so. He had learned the hard way how to rough it out. So should, all. Life is hard, and unfair. So be it. decision made.

Physically, stag moved not. Blank expression covered mental state, and energy projected was that of calm assertiveness. Years of forcing his way to the top, exhibiting only what kept him there. Practice. Persistence. Whatever it took, this stag would be gone, that much he knew. He was about his own age, quite able, and potentially much of a threat, and influential. Too much back thought in the subconscious. Dangerous.

"I know not of what the standards for the other herds are. None too much have I interacted as of yet with those outside my lands." Stag thought briefly over the lands. There was not much to say. "To the southeast there lies a vast desert, of supposedly which a herd resides, though I have not heard of any residing there. To the west, there is a cliff, shores, and the beach. There is a deep forest to the northeast, and to the far north there are the graveyards, where memories of those passed can be respected and thought upon, is you so wish." The ebonite brute paused, as if contemplating weather or not the brute was going to question his thought. You see alot of things from the heights of the towering Mountains. "As for you, intruding as you are, I will pardon you as of now, accepting you apology, but I think it wise to not return, unless you bring great reason to speak with me."

One thing the ebonite stag was careful to display was his calm patience with this intruding stallion. Though he retained his respectability due to the stag's apology, he thought this stag wise to consider himself carefully below him, in strangers lands. But it was also quite contradicting. Unallowed here. He was careful to be none too sharp with his words, as it be not wise to burn all of your bridges quickly, then in dire emergency, there would be no place to turn. Standing as it may.
[Action Taken. Regretless.]

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Sure He's Loyal

The submissive stallion covered in scars watched the Leader contemplate. His ears flicked, catching words that leaked from the other after a few moments of thought. It almost felt an eternity, waiting for the words.

He listened closely, and nodded his large scared head. "I thankyou, for taking the time to answer me." He began to back away, dial turned slightly sideways to provide a better view of what lies behind him. Slowly, he turned, although the muscles that began to quiver told he was quite ready to bolt and practically fly out of this stallions terra.

"I shall remember that, sir. I shall take my leave." His dial lowered respectfully, and he moved into a painful trot, and moved as quick as possible for his legs to get out of the land and let the Leading Stallion have his peace.

But he's crazy - hope you don't mind.

[Denali]

[Unbeknownst to all, though it lingers over...The burning of bridges, though it be not yet complete]

Ebonite brute loitered in the place where he had spoken to the brute. He noted, coldly, that as the brujo's last words were spoke, and he turned to take his leave, the sinew within threatened dangerously to bolt down the mountainside, and fly to other lands as fast as possible. Say, what stallion in his right mind would allow another brujo to enter his harem, play lead whilst he was out, and expect none to o're dominate the other when he cannot control himself? Nay, this was a good choice, this, he should find some young'un to preside over so that he knew for fact that there would be not a question in his mind of obedience. Yes. He must be young. Else wise, he'd be questioned.

Ebonite brute lingered no longer, seeing as the other had since passed out of sight, he knew, without question, the brute was gone. The other's nervousness would take care of that. As for him, the lead, he must be off to work, tracing his domain, and knowing who all entered it. No second thoughts more, massive haunches lightly propelled brute off o' the last spot and over the land. [Gone]

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