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Tonight's your lucky night, I know you want it; Syren {Dark Mare}
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Nov 12 2012, 03:13 PM
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It’s true what you heard, I am a freak, I’m disturbed So come on and give me your worst | The perfect body of the young mare in her prime crept throughout the homeless grounds. It was one of those seasons, and despite a nagging, needy little leech being the furthest thing from being desirable for the bay vixen she couldn't halt her body's natural state. She knew in a season like this it would be impossible for her to remain undetected, not that the mare ever blended in. Her coloring wasn't of some freak, rainbow colored genetics. Actually, it was her seeming purity that drew many in. She was such an exact portrait of how an Arabian should be. Her conformation was enough to make her elite on it's own, couple that with her level of physical fitness and flawless decorating classic markings, she was truly an Arabian gem. Sooner than later the woodland thinned and judging by the bursts of natural light through the branches increasing in frequency up ahead she knew she would soon be cleared from the meddling branches that dared to reach out and touch her greatness.
Once destination meadow was reached she made it a point to make sure every tassel of onyx hued hair in her luxurious tail was in place, a check over her chrome body was noted as well making sure her look of purity was still in tact. Once it was concluded she was in fact still fabulous umber colored eyes scanned the meadow once over. Unbeknownst to her who lingered near by, whether there were any eyes on her or not, Syren took the opportunity of the long downward sloping clearing to showcase her speed and agility. Secretly she was hoping she had admirers. Stalkers excited her. In one fluent motion her hind haunches threw her into an incredible forward motion, dark hooves ripping up the spring beauty beneath her. As far as she was concerned the more beauty she trampled the better, she would allow herself to be the only blossom in sight.
As notorious of an Arabian horse her tail was held high, strong neck snaked in an arch only a full blooded could execute. Her strides though choppy due to her lack of staggering height was the epitome of grace. With the wind aiding the dramatic effect she gave her crown a toss, mane whipping up a black whirl as rich tresses glided back into a more natural state. At this point the clearing was closing in, just beyond it the grass began to turn into sand hinting that she was approaching another stretch of the ocean. Instead of slowing her canter accelerated to a hasty gallop, nares expanded to allocate increased air flow. The particulates of grass patches exchanged to dirt, then to sand. Amazingly her pace was unaltered due to the terrain change, dark eyes narrowed as the water neared.
She was flauting, she would admit it. She showcased her speed, her stamina, now time for agility. As if taunting the waves to try to reach her she galloped towards their roars. One last head toss announced the change in the mare's motion. Head snapped forward while her haunches tilted backwards, her front legs anchored into the sand in front of her, executing an impressive sliding stop which landed her inches from the foam that marked the beginning of the salted water. An audible exhale was released and a sharp squeal in excitement could be heard over the ocean, gaze followed the clumped chunks of sand she sent flinging into the water. Without her momentum completely exhausted she half reared to the side, direction turned and her body was carried off in a prance. Precise hoof beats lead her until the sand stopped and the spring emeralds began. Beads of sweat were arranged along her crest, a sharp snort cleared her nostrils of any invading sand. Her breath was already steady and normal, having almost no recovering period. Pleased with herself she dropped her maw to grazing, acting like her display was of no matter worth fussing over she patiently waited for others to approach.
| Mare . 14.2hh . Three . Arabian . Dark . Foundation . Homeless
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Nov 12 2012, 05:44 PM
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The young grulla blanketed stallion glided into the homeless grounds with a lazy grace that he had inherited from his father. His cool brown eyes surveyed the beginning area of the homeless looking for something or some horse who was rather easy to look at. Finding no mares of interest in the main part of the gathering he moves on. Silent hoof falls carried the young stallion through the heavily wooded part of the homeless. For a while Calex was just alone with his thoughts. There was a lot on the young stallions mind. Both mares he had were back at home with his children. The twins were adorable though Calex would never let anyone know and Trylon his first son was a very handsome spotted buckskin. His father had his own preoccupation's to deal with but of course he meets with his older sons and discusses what has been going on. Recently Diego has gotten word that his number one Ally Cian had been gone for quiet some time and that obviously put Diego on edge. Though Calex could care less about dark politics he was in it for himself and his herd other wise he was not attaching himself to anyone else. The stallion was a handsome thing standing sixteen hands flat he was not short by any means. His rump was blessed with a picturesque blanket plus perfectly round / oval spots. His brown eyes held little emotion except for the cool and partial indifference. The stallion has both a thick and silky mane and tail attributing to his mothers hearty heritage and his friesian blood. The wooded area started to thin and Calex picked up his pace ever so slightly. Seeing a gorgeous bright bay arabian mare tearing up some wild flowers he knew she had to be dark. A vain one but deffinitely a dark. Calex sauntered over to the mare and introduced him self amusement sparking in his cool brown eyes. "Hello, my name is Calex of Wide Strait what is yours." He spoke in statements rather than questions knowing that she would catch his meaning any way. He cocked one hind foot and waited for her to speak.
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Nov 12 2012, 05:59 PM
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WELL SWEET MOTHER TERESA ON THE HOOD OF A MERCEDES BENZ
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BLACK EYES NOSE BLEEDS don't look back now, do you remember my white abode. | To say Ares was in a good mood would be a massive understatement. Although life had never been particularly unkind to him, things had suddenly taken a turn for the better. After a short but tense wait for the outcome of the battle between his beta and Orion, he had found his nephew to be victorious. This was excellent news for the Lipizzaner. Orion was like his poster boy; everyone now knew him as the stallion that took back Viral’s legacy. Few equines knew that the alabaster male was behind it all. The bay couldn’t think if his life depended on it, but he was a strong fighter and was just about good-looking enough for mares to like him. Now that they could pool their allies together, Ares was feeling pretty confident about his position in dark politics. His only small issue was what he was going to do with Martyr. Other than a good public humiliation in front of the entire herd, he was tempted to kick the blue roan overo out altogether. He had already shown he couldn’t be trusted.
The large grey made his way silently to the homeless. After all, he might as well celebrate his successes by enlarging his herd. He could afford to, after all. Things were reasonably under control, after all. He was yet to choose a mare sensible enough to keep the pretty-faced and the unruly in check, but so far he was having no issues doing that himself. Spring was well in truly in form now, and the Lipizzaner’s tail flicked around his sturdy hindquarters, ridding the pale male of flies. He had washed up on the shore about an hour ago, by which time Prime had dried his coat and he was back to his glorious, almost white shade. His pale hooves sunk into the sand a little as he walked, and the tide lapped in an almost domestic way at the stallion’s form. He always preferred the beaches and open clearings to dark, enclosed areas. It was a condition he had been born with, and it would never change. The thought of going in Serpent’s Province terrified the stallion, although no one knew this. His fear had been something only his mother knew, and now she was dead.
Every mare’s scent seemed to be intensified in this season. Ares had recently had a dry spell. He had seven foals in total, out of five mares, and was feeling quite pleased with himself. There had been no new foals this season, but the alabaster male felt like he had quite enough to be getting on with. His heir, Saleos, grew older and stronger with each day, and he would make a fine beta. The tidal breeze shook Ares’ voluminous mane, combing out into thick tresses that covered his powerful neck. The tall stallion was a carbon copy of his sire, Thane. The only difference between the two were the very faint goggle-like markings round Ares’ eyes, ones that had been very vivid when he was a foal. Now he had greyed out they were barely visible, but still definitely there.
He heard the hoof-falls of the bay mare before he saw her. She was impressive to be sure, and whilst Ares had never seen any extraordinary beauty in Arabians; he had to admit this one was lovely. She was graceful, almost doll-like, as she pranced back from the sands to the grass, dropping her head like her little display had been nothing. An amused smirk twisted the dark stallion’s lips, watching her for a few moments more. She was either very silly, or a lot of trouble. Knowing this was a mistake, either way, the Lipizzaner found his legs carrying him towards the mare at a trot. He called out to her, and although he wasn’t as floaty as she had been, he certainly was an impressive sight. The muscles rippled underneath his glossy grey coat as he moved, his eyes trained on the body of the delicate mare.
“Greetings.” He said, halting a short distance away from her. Ares would normally nod, but he felt like this lady was not as polished as her looks. No trophy prize acted like that. “I’m Ares of the Faults.” He paused, visibly sizing her up, a grin lurking on his chiselled face. “And you are?” He glanced to the other stallion who had come up shortly before him. He looked young, his pelt a grulla coat. Ares’ lips curled at the other male in a sneer, before turning his attention back to the bay female. He was probably better off without her anyway, but now it was a competition.
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Nov 12 2012, 10:12 PM
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TAUREANi've felt inspired in the dark He was bored. That single statement basically summed up all of the russet stallion's thoughts in this instant. His mares had settled in with each other, five total, though Addison and Minerva did not show themselves, and he had excluded Pasqua from the number. She was a Rogue, therefore never really his. But the Walker-Arabian cross had imprisoned her all the same. Now that the gray Thoroughbred female was rounding at the ides with his unborn child, the sinister male felt his mind and persona growing restless.
When his dark eyes caught sight of the Arabian beauty, his personality flared with a covetous rage as two stallions approached her. His malicious optics glanced over the two challengers, one a near-white gray shade and the other a blanketed grulla. The Walker approached the trio, giving the two opposing males little more than a cool smirk laced with a wrathful chagrin should they get in his way. Taurean's cool dark gaze turns to the mare, and he glances upon her flawless and distinctly feminine body with a desirous hunger. A smirk taints his dark lips and purses them forward as he speaks, vocals a cool tenor. "I'm sure they've asked of your name; so I won't repeat the question. I'm Taurean, of course." His ears rotate forward, anticipating the reply of the pretty female and the statements of the two stallions near him. there's only artificial light here; my flaws hide well here taurean . male . almost 4 . arabian-walker cross . brown w/ gold highlights . brown eyes . 16.1hh . neutral . eron x sentiao . stone barony
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Nov 18 2012, 08:39 PM
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 I make the good girls bad and the bad girls worse, He watched her with hungry eyes, resting in the shade as he was. She was vibrant against the verdant background, her coat similar in hue to his own but glittering red where the light caressed it. Half-brown, half-blue eyes follow her progress down the hill, and track her through the trees until he loses her figure. He knows that she is trouble, can tell it just by the way she flaunts it, but oh is she tempting. Still celibate at nearly seven years of age, seeing her display at the tail end of a dry breeding season, after being surrounded by heady mares all day long is a sweet, slow torture.
Unable to help himself, he moves after her. He lacks the prance that she possesses, moving instead with the predatory grace handed down through his paternal side. At a trot he follows behind, still unable to see the firey mare but certain that he is following her path to the ocean. Trees that hadn't apparently bothered her in the slightest brush uncomfortably against his 17.1 hand withers and yank at the bottom of his mane until he grows fed up and launches into a nimble canter and breaks free onto the beach. Scarcely two strides out, he comes to his own halt to look for the mare, as she no longer rests on the disturbed circle of sand directly in front of him. Two hoof sized trenches scored the beach, marking her progress despite the waves' determined assault. Further furrowing his brow was the fact that it was a grey stallion, familiar only because he resembled his brother Elijah in build, was crossing the space where the beauty should have been.
Following the grey's line of sight however, he too, spots the mare and joins the queue of stallions approaching the slender thing. Jealousy, firebrand hot, pricks at his mind but he does his best to subdue it. For the most part anyway. Hadn't these boys ever heard of finder's keepers? He'd seen her first, therefore she was his to court. As the grey settled in front of her, he watches as yet another flocks to her, joining the stallion that arrived before them all, and allows his ears to flatten in annoyance. How very frustrating.
Deciding to stand out rather than be just another face in the crowd, he picks up a lofty trot toward the group and nickers gutturally. He is a bit of a genetic lottery winner, managing to cram Chronic's trademark muscling onto a height oft wished for but not commonly obtained. Splashed with a rather stately rendition of tobiano he was nothing to be ignored, especially when compared to the relatively mediocre coats of the others. He lacks the arch of neck that she can obtain, but carries his own masculine elegance as he moves about the group, circling behind as though to join the first stallion, and instead situating himself alongside the mare.
By now he has lightened his expression, not wanting her to interpret his earlier annoyance as being directed at her, and allows a conspiratorial grin to slide onto his lips, accompanied by a wink. "Now miss, are any of these unruly hoodlums bothering you?"
He wants a laugh. A chuckle. A smile if he has to settle for that. Anything to make that vital first impression stand out rather than join the ranks of faceless stallions as they cluster. Content to be at her side for a moment, although he wishes to close the decent-for-public space that rests between them, he falls silent for a beat, cheeky grin still intact. "Just say the word."
Impression made, he nimbly shifts closer to the aforementioned first stallion, but keeps his attention largely on the mare. He was here for her, after all.
DECLAN > DARK STALLION > BAY TOBIANO < VIRAL x DUSK < LIBERTY CORNER Nice guys are last 'cause I'm always first. -- Hinder
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Dec 5 2012, 10:27 PM
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It’s true what you heard, I am a freak, I’m disturbed So come on and give me your worst | It wasn't long until the fiery Arabian mare got the attention she wanted. Her chrome body remained in place, ivories ripping at the ground beneath. She would play oblivious of them until she was sure no late gravitates would be arriving. Ebony tail slapped against her rich blood bay pelt, a foreleg lifted daintily as she scoured over the earth for the most succulent of emerald blades. She deserved nothing but the best, after all. The sound of approaching hooves was obvious, and as they became more prominent dark sienna eyes shifted in their watery beds to look upon the approaching grulla in her peripheral vision. Syren knew he would not be the last, so when her head was raised to it's usual upright position she remained silent. A perky sneer adorned her lips at Calex as he introduced himself, though silence remained. She wasn't a mare that valued repeating herself. Knowing her display would bring more suitor stock she would wait to give her name.
The next to approach had a crisp grey pelt to him, yet not a rare coloring much like her own, he wore it well. He was obviously from spanish horse bloodlines, this much Syren could tell. Though she was from a herd of Arabians she wasn't naive to the many other forms of equine that were out there. Sharp eyes studied him as he approached and concluded he was confident, like herself. Though her attention was turned by a third stallion as he approached, his pelt darker than the rest of theirs. The way he carried himself made her to believe he was young, in his prime. She could admire that, she herself was nothing but a young adult, most obviously in her prime. As the grey introduced himself as Ares she turned back to him, her perky sneer still visible. A nod was given to him, but still she remained quiet until she was sure the last to arrive was there. The dark stallion had since finished his way over to them, and in turn introduced himself as Taurean.
Three suitors, not a bad crowd. Though she was waiting for one last to arrive. As she previously made her way through the woods she briefly detected a bulky painted stallion's eyes on her. She hoped he would follow, her gait was teasing as she made her way to where she stood now. It was always appreciated to the vixen to watch a brute turn jealous over her. With just a short wait for his appearance his form became visible rising over the sand hill in the distance. She had achieved what she was going for, she was the center of multiple attentions. His strides came quickly, her sneer pointed to almost a soft fit of laughter. He was stirred up a bit, the sight of the other three stallions obviously an irritant to his masculine nerves.
Her dished head sat proudly atop of her well muscled neck. She wasn't fragile like most Arabians, her bloodlines were stocky. This only added to her attraction, she assumed a stallion was more drawn to a mare who would hold her own if needed be. Times were changing, mares were doing more work behind the scenes in a herd. More was expected of them then just producing foals and looking pretty. Though a foal was long down the list, almost at the end, of her mature to-do list. She didn't have the maternal instincts so many other mares harbored, it would be a large adjustment caring about another living form, right now she is boldly all about herself.
The newcomer's words were full of charm, though a name he didn't declare. Deciding it was time to address those that did give her the same courtesy. She looked from Calex, then to Ares before he gaze swept over to Taurean where it stopped. "My name is Syren." She didn't speak much, she was adamant that actions were stronger than words. Her gaze moved onto the painted stallion who was the last to arrive. "Ah, not in the slightest sir." Tone was effortlessly smooth, dark eyes twinkled in delight at the attention she demanded. "But what is this magic word you speak of?" Hey if all it took was a word to make him do as she wished she was interested, though she knew it was all in good humor. She had to work harder to manipulate, at least usual. Her top most layer was her beauty, a seemingly false layer of sweetness just shy beneath that layer. Though she was devious, and as the possible claimers outdid each other to win her affection, she was silently trying to measure who would be easiest to manipulate, or rather who would be wiser to wrap around her hoof. Both ears perked, eyesight lingering from one stallion to the other, she needed to hear more.
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Jan 2 2013, 04:58 PM
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Jan 9 2013, 06:18 PM
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WELL SWEET MOTHER TERESA ON THE HOOD OF A MERCEDES BENZ
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BLACK EYES NOSE BLEEDS don't look back now, do you remember my white abode. | For some reason, he knew he and the first stallion wouldn’t be the only ones vying for this mare’s attention. His dark optics scanned her voluptuous body once more, a small smirk glancing across his face as another began to approach. He knew Taurean, he was an ally. Ares’ expression soured for a moment, before disregarding the other stallion’s prideful look before returning his attention for the mare. He had only met the brownish male a few times, but didn’t like this new attitude the walker stallion he had found. After all, Ares held more power, and he could potentially make things very unpleasant for the younger stallion if needed. Still, the Lipizzaner wasn’t about to go to war over a simple mare. From the looks of the one he had approached, she wasn’t worth the hassle. “Taurean.” He acknowledged his ally, not comfortable with the sneer he was giving, nor the expression the mare had on her otherwise pretty face. They would actually make a good pair, but Ares decided to stick it out. Think of it as a black comedy.
Yet another stallion joined their group. Once more Ares could identify the bay tobiano as only being part of Chronic’s wide breeding scheme. He was taller than most though, although he had sustained the tell-tale paint markings, although that was just a guess. He carried the certain swagger that had to be associated with his own alliance; so therefore, the pale stallion was pretty sure in his hunch. As the tobiano introduced himself in a rather idiotic way, the Lipizzaner’s ears slowly flattened to his head. He felt old amongst this young, foolish stallions, trying to win the mare’s affections by using stupid chat-up lines to win her over. His thick tail lashed against his dappled hocks as he waited somewhat impatiently.
Eventually, after some dilly-dallying which was one feature of what seemed all mares tended to do, the bay mare gave her name. Syren – it suited her well. Unfortunately, the silly girl almost played along with the tobiano’s little game, asking him a sugar-coated questions which Ares was sure was loaded with anything but niceties. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Syren.” He said, his deep voice slightly clipped in it’s tones. Feeling his waspish behaviour was enough to let the female realise he was not into her games he continued. “Other than being flirtaceous and shallow, which I believe is an act, what is your purpose here? What are you looking for?” His almost black eyes surveyed her through the thin goggles of the lightest grey, waiting for her reply. If she didn’t cut out, he would simply leave. She had enough suitors.
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Jan 12 2013, 12:49 AM
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| Had the young male recognized his ally beforehand, he would have spared Ares the smirk. Yet the smirk remains as the young golden buckskin acknowledges his ally with a nod. "Ares." The frivolous things that the bay mare said to the tobiano arrival slightly irritated the buckskin. He knew the type of mare she was. Fake sweetness covering up a ambitious spirit. He'd rather she act like the snarky thing she truly was rather than play stupid games. She wouldn't get him around her hoof, but he would give her some of what she wanted should she straighten out. The gray Lipizzaner then speaks, and the question which comes from his mouth comes straight to a point that Taurean would have made. So, the buckskin remains quiet,gaze returning to the bay maiden for her reply. | there's only artificial light here; my flaws hide well here taurean . male . almost 4 . arabian-walker cross . brown w/ gold highlights . brown eyes . 16.1hh . neutral . eron x sentiao . stone barony |
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Jan 15 2013, 04:24 PM
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 I make the good girls bad and the bad girls worse, If she was after power, he was not the stallion for her. If she was after a lifetime of constantly being on the alert for attacks from enemies, he wasn't the stallion for her. If she was looking for a large family of children, he wasn't the stallion for her. However, if she was after the kind of stallion that was laid back enough to be fun but strong enough to keep her safe, then he was most definitely the right choice for the stunning creature.
His dark rimmed ears remained perked forward as she speaks only to him, addressing the rest of the males in attendance with her name only. He grins, knowing that although he has earned condemnation and envy from the group of stallions, he has also largely captured her attention and so already knows how he will answer her flippant question. The grulla remains silent, and the sour grey male barks out what is practically a demand in clipped tones. The buckskin, finishing up the depressing line up of males she has attracted, does not even address her this round, choosing instead to suck up to the grey. Repressing a chuckle at their negligent behavior he offers a cheeky grin to the mare and completely ignores the grey.
Visibly at least. He has not forgotten how quickly a placid gathering can change into something hostile, and has lived through any number of hostile encounters during his time in the Province. Thus while he outwardly ignores the grey, inviting the pretty bay to do the same, he does not fail to keep him on his radar of potential threats. The suck up buckskin either, although he senses less threat from him.
"The magic word is yes." He grins and elaborates. "Usually you use it after I ask you to accompany me home to Liberty Corner. But if you want to say it now, I won't hold it against you for beating me to it."
In a more distant part of his mind he still realizes that she, so far, is the exact opposite of the kind of mares that he needs to take home. A strong, stable herd is not built on the likes of pretty, flighty, and manipulative mares, but he doesn't want to tear himself away either. She's aroused the territorial, more dominant side of the typically laid back stallion and he doesn't intend to let her go lightly. Much less to sour face one, two, or three.
DECLAN > DARK STALLION > BAY TOBIANO < VIRAL x DUSK < LIBERTY CORNER Nice guys are last 'cause I'm always first. -- Hinder
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It’s true what you heard, I am a freak, I’m disturbed So come on and give me your worst | Syren watched as the grey's and the bay's interest turned. It happened, she intimidated a lot of males, so be it. She smirked, obviously happy with herself in more than just an inward way. She enjoyed these mind games, she wouldn't try to deny it. She was flashy, intelligent, any stallion who wanted a mare that would just roll over onto her belly in submission and offer him foal after foal until her body caved under the stress of pregnancy would have to look else where. Those ugly little things were far from her mind. She lived for herself and herself only right now, it would take a long time for a stallion to convince her differently.
Even with Ares becoming increasingly wary about her he made the effort to pose a question. Black dipped lips curled in a smirk, pleased to cease the opportunity to put him down in an inviting way. "Well Ares." She paused, redirecting her attention to the bay, Taurean, near him "And Ares' mute comrade I assume. Feminine voice trailed off in a form of laughter before nonchalantly returning to the question at hand. "I am looking for a stallion suitable and ambitious enough to handle me. Which through my observance here Ares, you are not." Eyes narrowed slightly, auds flicked back and forth before she once more let out a curt laugh. "Though Taurean, show a little initiative, I have more faith in you." She couldn't hold it against him for being quiet, though he couldn't expect her respect if he continued to just linger, hanging off of and agreeing to the grey's every word.
With an abrupt flick of her cord like ebony tail her attention turns back to the paint. He peeked her interest, he had wit, and charm. They both had common grounds thus far. Though her's could be perceived as a show, it wasn't. This was who she was, she wouldn't bow down to any stallion and if they couldn't accept that she couldn't be bothered. Declan spoke, and she found herself picking her ears forward in interest. Her curt laugh was enlightened to a chuckle, her previously irritated expression turned over as well, returning to flirty features. "Well Declan, don't hold it against me for requiring you to work a little harder... though I must say, bravo to the charm, my friend. We are near equals." Dark eyes blinked in what could almost be taken as a wink before her attention shifted between both Taurean and Declan, an ear remained attentive to Ares, though as far as she was concerned he could see himself out. She wouldn't become one of his petty little herd mares.
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Jan 28 2013, 03:51 AM
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OOC: okay, she has been in homeless for over two months and I'm getting impatient xD I'm just gonna make the decision now, she will be going with Declan, since I'm sure Ares couldn't be less interested and Taurean really didn't say much to Syren lol!
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