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Warriors are but few; Dark Zebra mare
Topic Started: Jan 8 2013, 02:28 PM (189 Views)
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Clarisse
Dark Zebra Mare



A striped beast stands on the border of what is known as the Homeless Grounds. Not particuraly thrilled to be here she snorts loudly and motions her striped body in further. Knowing full well she was the most unusual mare here she wondered if any of the stallions would be the least bit interested in her. She hated being lead by males. The zebra mare had grown up in a society that had been run by the females. Males were there to merely make more zebras. Though her mother had loved her father and she had known others who had fallen into the same trap. Her mother had been the queen of all the land. But she hadn't inherited the position. She had to fight for it. Everyday of her life had been spent training and fighting. From the time she could walk she was expected to learn the ways of the warrior. Weakness was taken care of quickly. You either perished from it or grew stronger.

The zebra mare pauses beside a fast running stream. Autumn is in full swing so the stream is devoid of frogs. A few insects are hanging about getting their last buisiness in before the onset of winter. Lowering her large donkey like head to the cool water she takes a long deep drink of the cool water. Upon finishing she raises her head and heads away from the stream. In her travels she had seen a few other zebras wandering the planet. But few were grevy's zebra like she was. Her stripes were thinner appearing than that of a plains or mountain zebra. Her head is large and donkey-like. There is a thick black dorsal stripe running down her back. She is about the same height as the average pony. Her muscling is toned. There are a few scars upon her striped coat. Badges of honor in her mind. She has fought to become queen of her land and won. When her mother had passed away she had taken her place. It was only a short time that she ruled before a terrible storm lay waste to her beloved home. The zebra had to flee to save herself and few of her sisters. But when they returned there was nothing left. Her sisters decided to find something new.

Plodding towards a tree the zebra tries not to dwell on the past. There was nothing more she could do about it. She was not seeking to become queen right away. She would fight for it. Earning ones place was far more honorable than merely stepping into it or inheriting it. Though she was aligned with the Darks she was not opposed to the other alliances. Finally finding a place to come to a stop she looks around. There are so many flashy beautiful mares being wooed by stallions. What would they think of this striped beast? Time would only tell. Deciding to nibble at the drying grass while waiting she lowers her head. Her short bushy tail swishes to ward off the last flies of the season
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LEON
No, you can tell 'em all now
I don't back up, I don't back down
I don't fold up, and I don't bow
I don't roll over, don't know how


Autumn was dragging on, Leon's buckskin painted coat was beginning to fluff with his winter undercoat, darkening the dapples that riddled his coat. He wasn't the tallest stallion out there, he was often overlooked due to that fact. It didn't bother him much, he was confident in his abilities to construct and protect a herd. At the prime age of four his mustang built body was rippled with outlaying muscle, his intense brown eyes took in all that surrounded him as he made his way through the forestry of the homeless grounds for only the second time. He wasn't going to jump the gun, he wouldn't approach just anyone. He didn't want a large herd of mares who followed him home strictly based on the fact he had a unique coat color to benefit their offspring's genes. He wanted strong mares, one who could survive the bitter seasons of The Desoland, where the only mildly tolerable season was spring.

On the topic of seasons mares were particularly predatory at the moment, which was another reason the multi colored stallion hesitated coming here. Sheer boredom of being in The Stills alone inspired him to venture here today, hoping that one out of the dozens of mares here offered good company. Passing by the flirty bunch of mares already surrounded by drooling stallions he came across the sight of a zebra mare of an unusual structure. He had seen many striped figures before, it was her build that interested him, and the fact that her overall posture gave him a hunch she wasn't the typical love struck mare. Leon diverted his path through out the forest to navigate him towards her, a low grunt of courtesy released as to not surprise her, although he was approaching clear in her line of vision. His hoof falls continued until he was no less than a few feet away from her. Simply going off of his hunch again he felt as if this mare valued respect over compliments a deep nod was offered to her before he spoke. "Greetings, I am Leon." Not being one to open up to a complete stranger he left introductions at just a name, if the mare wished to know more about him she would have to ask. He also didn't wish to bore her, or waste his own time on a disinterested mare. A slim smile scurried across the features of his muzzle, revealing interest in light of a rather neutral expression. He would leave the ball in her court.

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She isn't grazing for long when she notices movement out of the corner of her eye. Raising her large head she looks at the various equines milling about. None of the males seemed to be heading in her direction. Not that she was the least bit surprised. Who would want some weird striped beast? She was not some painted thing or one of those elegant Arabians. But she would not be just some silly little mare all bent on love and that mushy stuff. There was much more to her. She did not care about love. Foals? She wouldn't mind one or two. They would be raised similar to the way she had been. Born to fight for whatever cause they were needed for. They would have to fight for everything they had. They would not just be happy go lucky little foals.

Banishing her thoughts she concentrates on a large stallion moving towards her. Her large donkey-like ears are forward and her eyes focused. As he gets closer she realizes he isn't that large. But to a thirteen point three hand tall zebra...almost everyone appears tall. She stands still and quiet as he approaches. He seems respectful enough. His greeting is simple and short. For a moment the zebra lets the silence hang in the air. She does not move a muscle. Not even her tail is moving. Then she decides to follow with a greeting of her own. "Leon." A slight smile spreads onto her striped face. "I am Clarisse." She shudders slightly. Why he mother chose such a girly name she'll never understand. She certainly did not act like a Clarisse. The silence hangs over the pair once more. "What brings you here?" Her voice is not a soft bell like most females. Rather it sounds somewhat monotone and not very quiet. She waits silently once more for the male to answer
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LEON
No, you can tell 'em all now
I don't back up, I don't back down
I don't fold up, and I don't bow
I don't roll over, don't know how


As Leon was a stallion of few words, she seemed to be a mare of the same virtues. This was befitting, and he could already tell he would enjoy her company in their however brief, or long, encounter. Quite the pair they would look to bystanders, neither one being cut from the particularly common coloring of bays and greys of Kormada. Dark eyes broke from the striped mare's frame to cast around their surroundings, pleased to see that so far today he didn't need to play nice with other stallions. It had been out of his nature to sit back and let another stallion intrude on something, or someone, of his desire.

Being young and inexperienced with ruling a herd of his own and laying out diplomatic stances Leon was trying to figure out the happy medium between friendly competition and jealous outrage. Not that Leon had a temper, he had a thick skin and knew how to suppress the urge to tear another limb from limb, but he was the kind to have such thoughts, he wouldn't act like he was above it. Between two equines that respected the value of silence you can imagine how dry the conversation was shaping up to look. Not wanting to instill a bad impression, and also wanting to know more about this exotic mare, Leon pressed the conversation forward. Auds swivel forward to catch her name, Clarisse.

A beautiful name, fitting for beauty the mare possessed, but perhaps a bit too feminine for the personality that her beauty harbored. Next Clarisse strikes a question, once again Leon was all ears. "Well, I assume we are both here for similar reasons. To find company." His tone was calm, it strung along the low chords of his voicebox. Debating on whether to elaborate for sake of conversation, and simply to stand out to be more than just a boring bloke Leon presses on, his voice tantalizes the mare once more. "Although on more non similar grounds, I have a home to offer to company I find enjoyable. I'm hoping your that enjoyable company I can't seem to find among this stiff crowd of love struck jibber heads." It was a term he made up, trying to keep his language and temperament censored, the thought of dealing with buffoon males and love seeking females in heat made his head spin.

He couldn't wait to be back in his homeland away from it all, though he didn't desire to be alone forever, so he would stick it out here in homeless. His attention was diligently attached to the zebra mare, how was she perceiving him so far? It was always a game of cards to the stallion, a toss of the dice in his favor or against. He was never bent out of shape over the outcome. Either they mesh with him in his true form or not at all, he wouldn't want to be stuck with a softy.
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