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| hayybabyy | Nov 30 2012, 01:07 PM Post #1 | ||||
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The seasons had changed and time had passed since Splash had seen her beloved mate. She and her son had been trying to find their way back to Perseus. Bad part was, they hadn't even known he claimed his own land. Which depressed Splash since she felt as if she had failed at her commitment to Perseus. Though she could only hope he would forgive her and their son for both being absent for as long as they were. As the duo walked through the tall grass, the roan mare fixed her mix matched eyes on their surroundings. Her son, now nearly taller than the 14.2 hh mare, walked along beside her with his finely sculpted head held high, cream ears perked forward and listening to the rush of the wind as it passed through their manes. They knew this was Perseus' land, beings his scent covered the boarder from where he had been patrolling and checking for danger. They looked back and forth, no sign of Splash's mate and Creon's sire being near. Though they kept walking, both determined to find and be reunited with the stallion. It had taken them a long while before they reached the center of the territory, or what seemed to be the center of the land. Creon shifted awkwardly as he looked around with his bright blue eyes, his sire not seeming to be around where they were. Splash sighed, perking her sorrel medicine capped ears as she let out a strong, yet soft whinny, calling for her mate. She continued to walk, Creon in tow. In hopes that maybe the two would cross paths with Perseus, and he himself would be just as happy to see them as they would him. Beings Creon had grown an awful lot since the last time he had seen his father, and hoped he would be proud of the young stallion his son had become. The two waited patiently, listening for any rustle of the grass or even a whinny in return, meaning Perseus would know they were there and wanting to see him. Splash propped her back left foot on its tip and waited. Her son circling her protectively and impatiently as he waited for his sire to make an appearance. |
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| devotchka | Dec 3 2012, 03:48 PM Post #2 | ||||
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| Kat. | Jan 12 2013, 08:23 AM Post #3 | ||||
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The Dunalino mare made her way slowly towards Perseus's home. She told herself that she was admiring the view of the scenery around her before being locked away for good in a stallions land but if she was honest with herself that was not the cause of her slow pace. Iridescent had no idea what to expect would the handsome stallion she met at the Quick Claim demand foals from her right away with out regard to her wishes? Iridescent was still shocked by the sheer number of stallions that seemed to take an interest in her. She did not consider her self pretty in any regard and thought that their must be something wrong with her for her mother to abandon her at such a tender age in life. All of these thought churned through the young mares head as she plodded along through the Offland's territories one at a time. She had to face it she was very nervous she had been on her own for basically her entire life and had no idea what herd life had in store for her. Iridescent picked up her pace, for there was only one way to find out, and that was to go and meet him. As the young mare reached the boarder of the Weeping towers and paused just for a moment, but forced her self to enter, this was most definitely his territory. Her fluid trot ate up ground and she made her way towards the middle of the territory, soon she herd voices that sounded friendly and this made her a little more hopeful and confident about her choice in claimer. Soon she broke out into a large meadow only to realize she had probably just intruded on a personal confrontation. The mare was beautiful paint that made her heart sick, she was just so plain in comparison that she had no idea what Perseus has seen in her. After a moment of standing their awkwardly she cleared her throat and spoke. "Hello, I am sorry, I did not mean to interrupt anything." | ||||
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| devotchka | Jan 26 2013, 09:23 AM Post #4 | ||||
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| Kat. | Jan 26 2013, 10:35 PM Post #5 | ||||
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Iridescent watched as the painted mare and colt slipped quietly into the shadows as she arrived. The Dunalino had always been very unsure of herself ever since a very young age because of her mother abandoning her. Ever since that moment when she realized her mother was not coming back for her she learned to keep in the shadows and now that she was old enough to take care of her self and make life changing decisions she had gone to the quick claim to perhaps find a stallion. Many of those stallions were very nice looking but she was happy with her choice in the end. This had been a huge stepping off point for the young mare because, she normally stayed in the background because she had had to for survival, so she was unsure about how to catch stallions attention. So when she had gotten so much attention at the claiming grounds she became nervous very quickly. Iridescent hates being fussed over, and she felt a tinge of guilt as she watched the pair walk away. She felt as if maybe she had something to do with their leaving despite what Perseus said. Iridescent smiled at the stallion, she knew she had made the right choice even if she had chose him quickly to have all those stallions stop sizing her up like she was a hunk of meat. As Perseus stretched out his neck towards hers she guessed that was a sign that she was supposed to do the same so she quickly sniffed him and pulled back. Perseus spoke and Iridescent could not help but feel so entirely lucky she had found a stallion such as this painted one standing beside her. Desi, watched and listened carefully to what the stallion had to say before responding to his generous offer. "Thank you for the offer Perseus, I would be happy to have you show me around." Iridescent replied shyly. | ||||
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| devotchka | Jan 27 2013, 04:52 PM Post #6 | ||||
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