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| devotchka | Jan 7 2013, 08:57 AM Post #1 | ||||
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WELL SWEET MOTHER TERESA ON THE HOOD OF A MERCEDES BENZ
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| TheIceViking | Jan 7 2013, 04:45 PM Post #2 | ||||
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![]() Quote/Song verse A tall stallion walked slowly around in the woods part of the territory. He had been here for a week now and was thinking about heading home. He had taken a short trip to the battle grounds few days ago to steal a mare from a stallion living in North Codex. The dapple gray stallion came out of it woundless as the other stallion had chickened out and decided not to show up to protect his mare. The mare the dapple gray had now claimed was Safira, it was a beautiful mare but she looked a bit mad, Legolas wasn’t really surprised since he had stolen her but it looked like her previous claimer didn’t mind so much since he didn’t show up. The drafty looking stallion walked slowly in the woods. There was really no one here around. He was getting a bit tiered of the talking to mares since it was not his best weapon to be charming or melt mares with words. After a while a mare walked past the stallion. He watched her walk past him but did nothing. It was a pretty mare and would likely be worth to approach. His eyes followed the mare as she walked out of the woods. For a moment the stallion thought about approaching her. For the first time he had seen a mare that was not herded by stallions. He wasn’t sure but it looked like the stallions that came first had a slightly more chance, but it might also just be some unwritten „rule” among stallions that the one who got first was the best option. The stallion was decided to follow the mare and hoped that he could have a conversation with her unless she had went too far for his eyes to see her. The stallion started to walk out of the woods the same way the mare had went. His mane flowed like waves when he walked. His feathery legs came out of the woods and the first thing he saw was a hill. On top of the hill he noticed a white looking equine, he assumed it was the mare he saw earlier and if the wind was carrying the right scent it was her. The stallion starts walking slowly towards the hill; he didn’t want to freak out the mare by rushing towards her. Once the ground starts moving up the stallion keeps his head low while he walks. His front leg muscles flex when he walks and soon he gets close to the top. When the stallion is almost at the top he raises his head and notices the mare, it looked like the same one he saw in the woods. Legolas looked into the mares eyes, noticing that she had blue eyes. He himself had rather light brown eyes close to looking gold. The stallion cleared his throat and began to speak. “I’m Legolas, owner of Raven’s Thicket” he says introducing himself to the perlino mare. “Is there a chance I could hear yours?” he says a little formal. The stallion was used to get rather formal when meeting new equines and talking. He chose his words carefully and made sure that nonsense words didn’t flow out of his mouth. Legolas- 16.2 hh- 7 years old- Friesian x Andalusian- Voice- Mares: 1 - Foals: 0 - Dark- Raven's Thicket- Detailed Bio |
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| Squirrel | Jan 9 2013, 01:11 PM Post #3 | ||||
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Akane Dark 4 yr old son of Savros and Werecat This was an entirely new experience for him. He was now old enough to try his hand at wooing a female. Not sure how to go about this or what to do. His father had taught him a little bit. But he was really too young to really understand what he was being taught. The lippizaner hybrid moves fluidly through the Homeless Grounds. His arabian side of his breeding show through on his curved neck. Though he reflect more of his lippizaner sire. His coat is the classic grey with one glaring exception. There is what is known as blood marking on his rump and neck. Its more extensive on his rump and hind legs. It looks like he is still greying out but it is permanent. The red is a lovely shade like that of his mother. Mane and tail are thick and long. True he was one the ladies may swoon for but he wasn't going to shove it in their face. Pausing for a moment the young stallion is nervous. He didn't really have his own land. He had to share it with his older brother. So what else did he have to offer a mare? For a Dark he wasn't that Dark. He could easily pass for a Neutral or even a Light. He would allow his mares freedom to do pretty much anything. Ambition was not his friend. All he wanted was a couple mares to have a nice quiet life with. He would be there for them too. His own father had passed away when he was young. That hadn't been long after his mother had passed away. He was lucky he had his older sister and her children to call family. The brother he shared his land with he hadn't spoken to often. But he seemed alright. He scans the area and looks at the variety of mares hanging out. So many choices. He wasn't even sure what to look for. Did he want quiet mares or fiesty ones? His mother had been legendary in her fiestyness. Her name still left a sour taste on the mouths of many. He didn't remember her being horrible. The stallion remembers a gentle soul who loved him. Still he wondered if anyone here would run when they learned who his mother was. Would they care to know who his father was? His father was well known and had many children. Though he wasn't as infamous as some other lippizaner but his name was still spoken in the land. Brown eyes come to rest on a mare almost white in coloring. Her movement was so lovely he just couldn't resist walking up to her. Moving his frame towards he is beaten there by another grey stallion. This one is dappled and quite handsome. Still he had a shot. Climbing the hill the two were standing on took little time and effort. Coming to a stop a few feet away he nickers gently. He hadn't caught what the other stallion had said. "Hello you two. My name is Akane of Plum Forests. Mind if I join you?" He smiles lightly and waits for the other two to respond. |
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| devotchka | Jan 11 2013, 01:33 PM Post #4 | ||||
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| TheIceViking | Jan 11 2013, 03:48 PM Post #5 | ||||
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![]() Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth. Till the smoke clears out - am I high? Perhaps I'ma rip this **** till my bone collapse. Legolas watched as the mare took a step back making it easier for him to stand on the hill. The mare then spoke. He nodded to the mare and watched her, he wondered if he was supposed to ask any questions or not. Though the mares he had approached had always asked the questions so he just waited. He noticed her ears rotate back and he wondered what caused her to do so. The stallion heard hoof beats and he looked back. He noticed a stallion coming towards them, like usually he was not alone when speaking to mares. The new stallion told his name then shortly after the mare told hers. Her name was Karli and he repeated it few times to remember it. He didn’t want to start calling the mare different names since that would likely cross him off the list. She kept on speaking asking the stallions to tell her a little about her home. It was a common question and Legolas was more than ready to answer her. “Raven’s Thicket has plenty of water and food, there are plenty shelters there, little caves that have formed from trees” he said to the mare, “and it is located in the Hinterland” he added, he knew that some mares were not so fond with living in the Hinterland seeing as non-equines owned the continent mostly. He looked at Akane and waited for him to speak. Legolas- 16.2 hh- 7 years old- Friesian x Andalusian- Voice- Mares: 1 - Foals: 0 - Dark- Raven's Thicket- Detailed Bio |
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| Squirrel | Jan 12 2013, 03:13 PM Post #6 | ||||
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The lippizaner hybrid stands quietly and patiently waiting for one of the two equines to speak. It didn't take long. The pale mare speaks and introduces herself to the males. Her voice was a bit timid. He didn't blame her. She looked to be barely of age. Her first time away from home must be intimidating. He was a little nervous being here his first time. He wondered how she would take the fact that he was not the sole owner of his land. Though he wasn't a beta either. He just shared his father's land with an older half-brother. It was like he was barely ever there. Sighing he stays quiet as Legolas begins to describe his home. It sounds nice. Very nice. His grey tail slaps up against the red mark on his rump. When it is quiet he realizes it is now his turn to speak. Smiling he glances at the other stallion before returning his gaze to the mare. CLearing his throat. "Like I said before I live in Plum Forests located on the Scantland continent. Its not as dry as the other lands there and sports many fruit trees that provide the sweetest fruits. There is a lot of grass most of the year. There is a stream that provides water. I currently share the territory with one of my elder half-brothers. That was a final wish of our father." He stops. Hoping she isn't scared off now. Only time will tell what she says or does next. He glances at Legolas then back to the mare. He waits for someone else to speak. |
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| devotchka | Jan 17 2013, 05:37 AM Post #7 | ||||
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