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| Some days you gotta dance,; live it up while you still can {Merida | | Neutral} | |||||
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| Bibliobibuli | Jan 6 2013, 11:16 PM Post #1 | ||||
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| SUKi | Jan 7 2013, 05:21 AM Post #2 | ||||
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Recently the dappled palomino stallion had claimed his first mare, her name was Sabina and she appeared to have some knowledge of half of the lands around Kormada, mainly since she was Kormada bred and born. He didn’t collect much information off her in the homeless grounds so he wasn’t quite sure what he got himself into but from what he could tell by spending a few hours with the mare and another stallion, Legolas, she was quite formal and reserved. Mairon liked the confidence in Sabina, he assumed she knew what she wanted, having a strong mind. Since Mairon didn’t leave with her out of the homeless lands, he hoped her travels to Imperial Point aren’t so bad and that she gets to his land safe and sound, even though Imperial Point wasn’t a far distance away from this side of Kormada, he still worried. It was his first mare to claim anyway, so it was kind of expected, assuming that almost every stallion would be like this around their first claim. By now, he had been roaming around these lands for days on end, looking for mares to swoop up and try to claim, he hadn’t had a days rest since he arrived in this place and Mairon by now was quite familiar with this land and how it worked and also how the stallions came by to use their ‘charm’, which would often disgust Mairon in a way. The dappled stallion was well rested here, regaining his energy after each day under a boulder that shadowed over a dip in the hill. He preferred to keep away from company around here. The prime sun rays beamed on his bright coat as he walked calmly around the land in search of someone around here who wasn’t crowded by so many stallions. It was early in the morning, odd for him to be awake but Mairon decided he didn’t need anymore rest, he was feeling quite refreshed and alright about today. His strong and sturdy legs pushed his well formed and muscled form up a small hill that was covered in luscious grass, he would have stopped to consume a few strands but he felt it was unnecessary. When Mairon reached the top of a hill, he came to an abrupt halt and took in a deep breath of morning air, he continued to do this for a few more breaths before scanning above the homeless land in search for a lovely mare, just in his luck he saw a bright and vibrant chestnut coloured mare grazing in the distance. Since the stallion felt so good about today, he left his spot in a calm and mannered trot in her direction, his posture strong and confident but not cocky. His neck crowned over his flexed chest. By now, he assumed that the grazing mare would have noticed his arrival, so Mairon came to a halt a few meters away from the mare, enough to give her breathing space and not to feel threatened under his company. A slight grin creased his murky lips and cleared his husky throat before speaking, “lovely morning and a lovely mare, my day just got off to a better start already.” The dappled palomino stallion gave a light chuckle towards the mare, hoping not to offend her. Mairon composed himself again and decided to get introductions already over, “name’s Mairon, yours would be?” though he wouldn’t mind if the mare didn’t give her name, he has met a few of them ‘anonymous’ mares in his lifetime. It fell silent between the two, Mairon assumed another stallion would come by soon. |
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| devotchka | Jan 7 2013, 08:12 AM Post #3 | ||||
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| Squirrel | Jan 7 2013, 01:54 PM Post #4 | ||||
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Castor 7yr old Standardbred Stallion. Light Alliance. Claimer of Three Helms. Life was an amusing thing sometimes. It could bring so much joy and happiness only to rip it away with one swoop. Joy and happiness only seemed to last in such fleeting quick movements. The bay standardbred stands on a small mound in the center of a meadow. The grass grows in patchy areas. Most of the area is covered in mud and dirt from years of hooves trampling over it. A cool breeze picks up his long black mane and sweeps it over his shiny back. Deciding he had enough of staring into the distance he motions his elegant long legs forward. He is soon in a trot as the ground falls away. The less appealing parts of the Homeless grounds soon fall way to more lush parts. He hadn't seen this before. Stopping for a brief moment to look around. There weren't too many mares here. Perhaps they felt their luck would be better further into the Grounds. His brown eyes continue sweeping across the lush greenery. Coming to rest on brilliantly colored chestnut mare. Her beauty stood out on the green landscape. She was merely grazing. He then noticed the other stallions already standing with her. For a moment he hesitates approaching her. The handsome stallion believes he may have a chance still. Even if he is the late comer to the fold. Motioning his long athletic legs towards the trio he eyes each equine. One stallion was a handsome dappled palomino and the other a nearly white grey stallion. His coloring almost seemed plain in comparison. His coat a sleek shiny dark bay color. In some light parts of his coat looked lighter in shade. His legs were solid black as well as his mane and tail. His sleek appearance was somewhat ruined by the scars covering his coat. Some were quite large and painful looking. He wasn't embarassed by the scarring. To him they were a badge of honor. Though few outside of his family knew the true story. One day he would find a mare he could confide in. Upon reaching the group the standardbred comes to a stop a few feet from the others. He nods respectfully to the other stallions. "Lovely day today wouldn't you say? My name is Castor. I hail from Three Helms." He refrains from asking of the mare's name. He assumes the other stallion have already done that for him. He remains silent for someone to speak next. Edited by Squirrel, Jan 7 2013, 02:13 PM.
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| Bibliobibuli | Jan 9 2013, 08:13 PM Post #5 | ||||
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| SUKi | Jan 12 2013, 04:29 AM Post #6 | ||||
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Mairon appeared to be quite content with him and this lovely mare in the early hours of morning here in the common grounds, the serenity he thought, was quite beautiful to him. The cool and vibrant colours of sunrise in the sky was another edition to this beauty. Cool spring breeze lightly graced the land, refreshing his awoken eyes from sleep not that he got much sleep in this lands anyway, the stallion would have preferred to be at his land; Imperial Point, thinking about it, he realized he hadn’t spent at least a night in his own land, his desires for mares led him straight here. Which was probably the right thing to do. Just as the dappled palomino stallion was admiring the serenity here it wasn’t long until it was interrupted by incoming hooves. His ears swiveled on top of his skull, on back and one forth, he was uncertain from where they were directly coming from but he assumed it would be another mare hungry stallion, he had seen enough of them in his days now. Nevertheless, Mairon kept himself composed until the new arrival joined the two. A greeting nicker came from the new arrival as he approached and nodded towards Mairon in return, he thought it was quite nice of him so in return Mairon nodded his head now towards the white stallion who appeared to be quite shorted in height than Mairon. The dappled buckskin stallion was quite intrigued by the white stallion who had introduced himself as Thorin. Nothing else was said from either of them yet, dark chestnut orbs looked in the direction of the lovely chestnut mare who still remained anonymous and he assumed she would be sick of stallions asking to know her name. He felt sorry for the mares in common grounds at time, Mairon himself knew he couldn’t deal with challenges like this. Lost in his thoughts the stallion didn’t notice the approach by another stallion, he immediantly was snapped out of his musings and looked towards the newcomer here. His build was lean and study yet this one didn’t ask for the mare’s name which would have been a good assumption on his behalf. The group of four now remained silent for a while longer until a female and melodic tone pierced through his audible hearing. The chestnut mare addressed all of them, probably hoping she would have all the stallion’s attention by now before introducing herself as Merida. Ah! What a lovely name he thought to himself, now knowing her name a pleasant smile grew on his murky lips. She was quite a cheery mare he also thought which was another plus about her. Assuming that it was now he turn to speak, he cleared his dry throat, “Ah Merida, what a lovely name!” his tone was enthusiastic, the stallion wasn’t usually like this but he was in quite a lovely mood on this fine morning. The dappled palomino stallion had paused for the slightest moment, “assuming that none of us want to reside in the common grounds much longer, I was just wondering what you’d particularly want to know about each of us?” his tone now was a little less enthusiastic but still remained pleasant towards the mare. Mairon stood in silence wondering who would speak next. Edited by SUKi, Jan 12 2013, 04:29 AM.
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| devotchka | Jan 13 2013, 05:56 PM Post #7 | ||||
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| Squirrel | Jan 14 2013, 01:06 PM Post #8 | ||||
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The bay standardbred stands quietly among the group. They are all waiting patiently for their turn to speak. Waiting eagerly for the fair maiden to speak to them. Hoping that they will be the lucky one to escort her home. He knew coming in late may erode his chances with her. But he had to try. His dark ears surge forward when she speaks at last. Her name is expressed along with other pleasantries. He smiles. Shifting his athletic legs he waits for one ot the other males to speak. It would be rude to speak out of turn. The palomino speaks first. He compliments the mare's name and then asks her a question. His black tail swishes to ward off flies. Though there aren't many. They still seem brave enough to gather despite the dropping temparatures. Soon the pale stallion speaks as well. He merely adds a compliment. The standardbred shifts his legs again. He wonders what he should add that hasn't already been asked. He hates to just start bragging about himself when the questions haven't been asked. "Soon it will be winter. Can't say that is my favorite time of year but it has its purpose." He scoffs silently and his random words. How silly of him. His father and brother would be laughing at him from up above. He smiles to recover his silliness and waits for someone to speak and forget about it. |
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| Bibliobibuli | Jan 22 2013, 09:14 PM Post #9 | ||||
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| SUKi | Jan 23 2013, 06:11 AM Post #10 | ||||
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Mairon particularly didn’t want to hang around the common grounds for much longer, he grew tired of the constant waiting around, his patience had never been a strong point in his personality which gave him advantages and disadvantages at times. Mairon had hoped that Merida wouldn’t take so long here, but after all, it was a life changing choice for the mare, so taking her time would be a necessity, one could half-heartedly understand, like the time he chose to start up a herd for the first time and so far it seemed to be going well, although he hadn’t returned back to Imperial Point to see if it actually was going well with Sabina and Cybil. For now, the stallion would remain peaceful and respectful of this beautiful mare, she did earn his respect after all. It was silent for a few moments before he was interrupted by Thorin’s quiet words, Mairon was intrigued with him and wondered why he would hostile and quiet. Mairon had been here long enough now to know that no stallion is that quiet around here, they’re all putting on a fake personality which infuriates Mairon, leaving the mare with a false hope. Not long after the pale stallion had spoken and fallen quiet again, which was no surprise, he turned his gaze towards the other stallion; a bay. The bay stallion didn’t say anything interesting, except for randomly stating the fact he disliked Winter, following with a little scoff. Mairon offered the bay stallion a small smile. He seemed to peaceful and relaxed now, after having a bit of experience in the common grounds, he was a little of edge. After the bay stallion had scoffed and chuckled around,Mairon assumed that it was Merida’s turn to talk. By her subtle actions, it appeared that she was thinking up something to say and know about the stallions, Mairon was dead honest and would blurt out anything she wanted to know. Before he could think anymore about himself or the others, Merida had spoken again, addressing Mairon himself and then whilst she spoke, eyed off the other stallions. By the sounds of it, the mare was unsure about what she was looking for in a home and a little confused as to why she was here. Mairon was in a pickle, trying to find words to say and that would be appropriate to say. He offered a pleasant smile towards Merida before speaking since it had now been a few moments till anyone has spoken, “I’m sorry to hear that you’ve been deprived of respect and protection for so long.” The dappled stallion paused briefly, collecting himself before speaking again, “If you wanted to know, I live in Imperial Point, just located in The Offland, with two lovely mares. All the essentials and necessities are offered.” The stallion wasn’t sure if he was making a fool of himself, Mairon was lost for words since the mare herself didn’t even know what she wanted. But the stallion played it cool and just let the words slip off his tongue, hoping Merida wouldn’t mind that he had already introduced his home. Mairon shuffled his powerful frame to pass the time by. |
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| devotchka | Jan 27 2013, 11:20 AM Post #11 | ||||
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| Bibliobibuli | Jan 28 2013, 03:42 PM Post #12 | ||||
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