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| devotchka | Jan 14 2013, 05:19 PM Post #1 | ||||
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WELL SWEET MOTHER TERESA ON THE HOOD OF A MERCEDES BENZ
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| Kat. | Jan 14 2013, 07:09 PM Post #2 | ||||
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Aatos had had a rough couple of months, in which his life had decided to completely fall apart. In just a few months his entire reason for existing had crumbled. His father, the one horse he could talk about anything and everything with had died a gruesome death, the matriarch of the herd had died and his mother had fallen into a deep depression. Sebastian was doing his best to keep the family together but it was no easy task. Aatos had long gotten over the fact that his father had named his elder brother Heir not him. Looking back it was inevitable and it was a silly dream to conjure up only to be disappointed. Aatos let out a last sigh and dispelled all thoughts along those lines from his head, he would no longer think about what he could not change. Aatos had grown into his frame very well, every bit as muscular as his draft heritage lent him he was 16.3 hands high and was rather muscular like most drafts. His coat was a thick soft dark mahogany color and his eyes matched his pelt. There was a long white blaze down his face that lent its self to his handsome appearance. More than once his mother had told him that he reminded her so much of Flashback in his mannerisms. Aatos had gained his father respect for mares and the gentleman quality that was oh so chivalrous. Aatos smiled at the thought of how happy his mother had been before the death of flashback, though Aatos was scared that she would never bounce back. A worried expression played across his handsome well boned features. He was worried not just about his mother but about his baby twin sisters that he had left at home, how were they fairing in the light of their fathers death, and the little colt who would never know his father. This saddened Aatos beyond reason and he wished that Flashback was still alive. Aatos knew he could not change the past but that did not stop him from wishing he could. The rich bay colored stallion found himself asking why he was even in the homeless. He himself had so real home except for the beta position that his brother had so generously offered him. Aatos had only accepted because that would allow him to take care of his family, but if his mother became well again he would send in his notice and leave his family to start one of his own. Still he did not know why he was here at all he had no idea whether he was allowed to claim mares as beta but what ever Aatos wanted someone to spend the rest of his life with and if that be with one mare in a beta position so be it. Aatos smile at his own determination and long strides took him into the homeless grounds. Aatos did not have to look for long before he spotted a mare of draft breeding with a bit more white on her body than he himself did. A smile appeared on his handsome features and he waltzed over to the pretty draft mare. Aatos stood for a moment letting his warm friendly gaze sweep over the mare. She was very pretty and he loved her Sabino lacing. Aatos bowed to the mare, before speaking with a sheepish and slightly goofy grin on his face. "Hello Mad'am. I hope you were not expecting anyone in particular." His expression showed his curiosity about the mare. "I am Aatos, Beta of Sigils Noose under my Brother Sebastian." Aatos paused and waited for her to react to his first part before speaking again. "Would you do me the great honor of informing me of your name?" Aatos smile broadly at the mare, yes he originally had no idea why he had come here for he was grieving for his father but he must move on with his life at some point. |
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| Squirrel | Jan 15 2013, 03:06 PM Post #3 | ||||
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Samhain Neutral Son of Flashback and Elva. Claimer of Canyon Rock Finally able to find a path out of complete shut down the young stallion finally felt the need to wander. Not wanting to wander far he found himself in the familiar expanse of the Homeless Grounds. He had a little bit of success here before and wanted to try again. He only had two mares at the moment. They were both loving and sweet mares. Nakoma had given him two handsome healthy sons. He couldn't ask for more. The mare should be his lead, which he was intending to do before tragedy had struck. Grief had a way of robbing someone of a normal life. For days after his father had passed he had stood staring at nothing in the middle of his desert territory. The thought of the great red stallion not being alive was almost too much for him to handle. Shaking his head the half-draft stallion trudges through some mud near a large pond. The little bit of feathering on his white legs are now caked in mud. He tries to shake some of it off to no avail. Sighing he shrugs and moves along. The sun beats down on his black sabino hide. He is not as large and muscular as a purebred draft. His legs are a bit more thin and the muscles on his body isn't nearly as pronounced. His lighter brumby breeding bleeds through in that way. His coat is a lovely black sabino with a lot of white on his legs and underside. His face is nearly bald looking as well. His mane and tail appear frosted due to the mix of black and white hairs. Lost in thought he barely notices the females spread out all around him. So many lovely faces that were awaiting a new beginning and he wasn't even looking. Why had he come here? He wasn't really ready to do this. It was too soon. Shaking his head he starts for the borders. He was going home. On his way out a flash of red catches his eyes. Though it wasn't a mare that intrigued him rather another stallion. So familiar. His heart leapt. He swore it was his father but alas it was not. His father was dead. But there was something familiar about this other stallion. For a moment he watches him amble to a very lovely draft hybrid mare. Motioning his white legs forward his eyes are more on the stallion than the mare. He reaches them just as the stallion begins to speak and suddenly it makes sense. His baby brother Aatos had come of age. Nickering as he reaches the pair he smiles. He wonders if Aatos would recognize him. He had been quite young when he had decided to relinquish his title as heir and set out on his own. His father had not been happy about that. Samhain had spent a lot of time following and learning from his father. His attention turns to the lovely mare. He coloring is like his only she is of lighter hues than he. He couldn't spend all day staring at his brother. After all he was here for mares or a mare rather. Turning his attention to Aatos again. "Aatos. My you have grown haven't you. The last time I saw you were nothing more than a little guy." He chuckles lightly. Turning to the mare. "My name is Samhain. I hail from Canyon Rock." Quieting down he keeps the smile on his face. He is happy to see his brother again even if they were technically competeing for a mare. The mare would be in good hands either way. Flashback had taught all his sons how to treat mares properly. |
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| devotchka | Jan 17 2013, 06:39 AM Post #4 | ||||
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