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if you can't hold on then don't save me; light mare
Topic Started: Jan 14 2013, 05:19 PM (392 Views)
devotchka
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WELL SWEET MOTHER TERESA ON THE HOOD OF A MERCEDES BENZ
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tell me if i ever had to beg for your love, would it ever be enough
The young mare was not in the mood for being hasty. Not that Haim didn’t want to find a stallion that was rightly suited for her, she just hoped he would come along quickly for her. The Clydesdale hybrid had never been alone in the winter season, nor did she particularly want to be. At seventeen hands high, she was a large equine and needed a stable source of grass to keep her going. She was social too, constantly requiring attention and hated being left alone. Of course, the bay sabino was secretly hoping for her knight in shining armour to appear out of nowhere and sweep her off her feet. But with her old claimer’s warning in her mind’s eye, Haim couldn’t be waiting around forever. She knew her time was limited, as she didn’t want to risk her family finding her and anything to happen to her old stallion. Although they hadn’t suited each other, he had been good to her and given her freedom to her.

Her feathered feet trod sturdily through the mud that was collecting in the more common places equines used to get to and around the common grounds, tainting the alabaster hue of her pasterns with streaks of brown. Haim didn’t mind. Her small ears pricked as she splashed rather forcefully into a puddle in her way, chuckling softly as it splattered up her stocky leg. Life was no fun by staying safe and taking precautions. Her mis-matched eyes glanced at her leg, then back up to the clearing like place she found herself in. The draft mare had not been wandering in any direction in particular, simply allowing the path to lead her to somewhere. She had not come across many equines, and the ones she had spoken to hadn’t been very friendly.

Her thick tail swished against her white splashed hide, more out of boredom than anything. The sky was overcast with cloud, and the temperature was low. Had the sabino been one of these lighter bred horses she might have felt the cold a little too much for her liking, but her thick coat kept her predominantly clear of such hassles. Smaller aspects of her appearance gave away her mixed breeding though, like her longer back, her smaller ears and the natural curl her mane and tail had thanks to her Iberian influences. She traipsed into the middle of the clearing, tossing her head a little and sending out a little nicker in the hope someone was passing by and might hear her. Haim found sound to be the best indication that she wanted attention.
clydesdale hybrid . light bay sabino . medium brown colored eyes . 17hh . light . homeless
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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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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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WELL SWEET MOTHER TERESA ON THE HOOD OF A MERCEDES BENZ
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Haim was a fidgety mare. As the tall mare waited, her ebony tail, streaked with the occasional line of white, would twitch around her sides. She shifted her weight from one side to the other often, and was constantly looking round, ears pricked, ready for something to happen. Fortunately, it did. The large stallion passed near to her before he spotted her, and made his way over. The Clydesdale hybrid’s face lit up, watching with glee as the other draft approached. He was a much richer bay than she was, although he seemed to lack any kind of white on him save for a large blaze than ran down his handsome face. As the stallion neared, he was nearly as tall as she was, which pleased Haim. Not often did she feel like she was a giant, but it was nice to be in taller company. The draft mare had nothing against smaller stallions – she just felt more at ease with someone her own size and weight.

Shyness suddenly overcoming her, the light bay mare smiled shyly back at the stallion, her mis-matched gaze meeting his own warm eyes. He seemed very nice, from first impressions. She watched as he bowed, looking a little embarrassed with his efforts, but he also looked as if he was enjoying himself too. A giggle was drawn from the sabino’s mouth as he drew himself up to his full height then quietened when he was talking. He inquired after the nature of her being in the common grounds, before stating his name and status. This being the first time Haim had ever been to a function like this, she took the moment he finished talking to be her cue. “Hello! No, I wasn’t waiting for anyone in particular, just hoping someone would come along!” Her blazened face was the image of joviality. “It’s lovely to meet you Aatos.” She finished, remaining quiet as he politely asked for her name. She liked this stallion, and felt a little flattered by how gentlemanly he was acting towards her, but at the same time, butterflies were dancing in her stomach. “I’m Haim.” She said bluntly.

Although the Clydesdale would have been happy to continue talking to just the bay on their own, she saw another approaching. Not that this was an issue. Haim loved company and attention equally, and the fact she was getting both right now was doing wonders for her already cheery attitude. She positively beamed as the second draft stallion approached. This one seemed young as well – in fact, Haim would guess that all three of them must be around a similar age. The second stallion was also coated in sabino like herself, although his pelt is an ebony colour, and he doesn’t seem as tall nor muscularly built as herself or the first stallion. Still, he appeared friendly as he nickered to Aatos. The light bay’s small ears pricked forwards in curiosity. It became apparent that they were brothers by the way the second stallion greeted him. “You two are related? Awesome!” She said, before settling to hear the second stallion speak.

He introduced himself as Samhain, and seemed just as polite as his relation. She smiled at the newcomer. “Nice to meet you Samhain, my name is Haim.” She said, before falling silent. Both stallions were looking at her presumably, and the sabino draft had no idea what to do next. Looking pretty and waiting hadn’t been an issue, but now she wondered what exactly she was meant to. “I’ve never done this before…” She trailed off, her voice still optimistic but she shifted her hindlegs before continuing. “W-What makes you the right stallion for me? I know we’ve only just met, but I want to be absolutely sure. I was given my freedom by my old claimer, and I want to make the right choice. I know I’m not the quietest or obedient of mares, but I want companionship and hopefully to have my own family one day.” She glanced down, before bringing her blue and brown eyes up to the two in front of her. “What can you offer me?”

clydesdale hybrid . light bay sabino . medium brown colored eyes . 17hh . light . homeless
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