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and i am a painful truth; Serenata, neutral with dark tendencies
Topic Started: Mar 13 2013, 11:33 AM (378 Views)
ƒierce
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i've not yet begun to defile myself.
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The mare strides with a quiet contemplative demeanor along the sandy shoreline of the island. She had been alone in the Dead Lake for some time now that her mother, father and siblings had mysteriously disappeared. It had surprised the young dappled maiden that no other stallion had tried to claim her home, the Dead Lake, but perhaps the reputation of her sire's supposed cruelty and malice kept the other males at bay. Now that the land's one resident had departed, the land would surely be claimed before her father's return. Serenata figured she could always try and convince her future claimer to call the Dead Lake his own until her sire, Omen, reappeared. Serenata was the most unique of her siblings. Her coat was splashed in a tobiano fashion, much like her mother. The splashes of color on her pelt were a dark color, perhaps a dark gray or black, but what resided in these large places of color was what made her unique There were dapples of white tinged with silver. Her locks were full and colored a pristine shade of white, and a medium amount of feathering rested on her hooves.

Serenata continued her walk down the shore and traveled west toward where the trees came closer together, where her form could be shadowed and patterned in shapes of leaves. Her pale brown eyes scour the landscape for signs of any other stallions or mares, but the land was scarce even in this heady springtime. Upon finding nothing, the young maiden comes to a stop beneath the billowing branches of a willow. It wouldn't be long before she would find her own home, when the stallions of Kormada would seek her out. Would she succumb to their whims? Or simply bind them to her own? Regardless of these thoughts, Serenata lowered her fine head to graze, wavy white locks cascading down her neck to the ground. She made no sound and was quiet. These stallions would soon enough find her.
and i am a painful truthserenata . female . 2 years . n/a . draft . chocolate silver dapple tobiano . 16.2 hands . omen x selainer . living with father
ƒierce   (adj.)   ferocious; bold; intense; dauntless
if i am chaos, then you are the storm inside of me
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28 || adoptions -- log -- mare plotting -- to do list Asylum | Flannery | Hoarfrost | Israël | Magdalena | Rivulet| Salvatore
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so i'll put my faith in something unknown, i'm living on such sweet nothing
Spring had once more graced itself on the planet, and Perseus was very glad for it. Fortunately his lovely home was not often battered by the elements, as it possessed no mountains or any other kind of landscape that lent itself to harsh weather. He was grateful for his choice – the Weeping Towers was beautiful in any season, and now all the trees had their leaves back the entire land was alight in blossom and spring grass. He only wished there were a few more equines he could share it with. He had recently acquired a very pretty paint mare, who seemed to be settling in well, but he felt guilty that she had no one to talk to. His other two mares, Iridescent and Splash, seemed to not enjoy company. He didn’t know the first well, but Splash had been under his claim ever since he was a three year old. A few years had passed since then, and sometimes the buckskin splash felt like he hardly knew her at all.

To take his mind off his nearly absent herd, the stallion had come back to the homeless. He felt like maybe adding one or two more mares to his small herd might encourage the quieter ones to come forwards and be part of the community. Although Perseus was not the most social equine, he did like a conversation, and he almost felt like there was no one to turn to at the moment. A small snort exhaled from his blackened nostrils as he paced forwards at a trot, the warmer weather soon drying his leg and underbelly from the salty water he had crossed to get here. The buckskin splash stallion was surprised to find that it was near empty. Of course, he had not expected many homeless mares or desiring stallions during the colder months, but there was certainly a lack of smells. His top lip curled up briefly, catching the scent of a mare on the wind. Returning his face to a normal expression, he surged forwards in pursuit of her.

It didn’t take Perseus long to spot the pretty mare. She was grazing, her loudly marked coat signalling him to come closer from a long way off. He always seemed to go for prettily marked mares, then again he was quite the looker himself. His buckskin coat, splashed with white and deep blue eyes, did indeed help him, but the young stallion hoped mares also saw his personality rather than a lovely coat. Watching the dappled splashed mare graze, he could see she was quite a bit stockier than himself. Not that this was a bad thing, she was very well built and he hoped her personality was as lovely as her appearance.

He snorted softly, letting her know he was near her and he began to walk over to her. He allowed a small smile on his face, stopping a polite distance from the mare and waited for her to lift her head, waiting for her eyes to meet his own deep blue. “I hope I am not disturbing you too much.” He said softly, his deep voice reaching her ears easily. “My name is Perseus and I live in the Weeping Towers. May I know your name?” He said, his ebony tail swishing absentmindedly round his hindquarters as he waited for the mare’s response.
hybrid . buckskin splash . light blue colored eyes . 16hh . neutral . weeping towers
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The young maiden's lips smack together, molars grinding grasses and legumes down so that they may easily make their way down her throat. The Primelight warms her pelt in a pleasing manner, heating up her dappled skin. Her long wavy tail swished absent-mindedly about her hocks and canons as the mare continues to graze. Serenata raises her blazed face at the sound of a soft snort. The young mare looks to see a stallion approaching her. He was young, older than she but slightly shorter. Her demeanor remains reserved, not shy, but a silent sort of confidence. Her black eyes remain fixed on the stallion as she assesses him quickly. His coat is splashed with buckskin tones, and, while Serenata had not seen a coat color like his, she deemed him to be the handsome sort of stallion. All this she does in a calm quiet as he approaches and comes to a stop.

The stallion flashes a small smile, and Serenata nods a greeting, not returning the smile. She wasn't being moody, just reserved. She had caught her father's drift about not showing too much emotion. His deep-toned vocals reaches her dappled ears soon enough, and they swivel forward out of curiosity. His name was Perseus, and he lived in the Weeping Towers. She had heard of the land in passing, mainly for the tales of the towers that were located there. She nods, commending his name and land to memory. Then he, of course, asked after her name. The draft-formed maiden cocks her blazed face to one side by a few degrees, deliberating on giving her name. After a few moments, the silver dapple nods and speaks in soft tones. "I am Serenata. I was raised in the Dead Lake." Her tones are soft, but Serenata is far from soft-spoken. She could be very opinionated. But, until she was felt comfrotable with him, she would remain under her guise of quiet and confidence.
and i am a painful truthserenata . female . neutral . draft . chocolate silver dapple tobiano . 16.2 hands . omen x selainer . homeless
ƒierce   (adj.)   ferocious; bold; intense; dauntless
if i am chaos, then you are the storm inside of me
Aura | Fatale | Harlem | Phalaenopsis
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Carnivean | Finnigan | İskender
Lir | Martyr | Sonste | Thames
28 || adoptions -- log -- mare plotting -- to do list Asylum | Flannery | Hoarfrost | Israël | Magdalena | Rivulet| Salvatore
Sears | Stheno | Tribulation | Vermillion -- ( up for adoption )
Hollow | Ristian | Sémillon -- ( potentially adoptable )
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I can't get these memories out of my mind, and some kind of madness has started to evolve.

The black stallion walked into the gathering, his silver eyes casting glances about him. The grounds were close to empty, though occasionally he saw another stallion. He tossed his head, his long forelock waving though the air before it landed back on his head. He snorted as some landed in his eyes, though he ignored it for now and started froward, keeping an eye out, and scenting the air for any mares. Right now, he would take almost any. His only mares at home, Ashlyn, had seemed a bit unhappy about being the only mare, though the homeless, and Quick Claim had been so empty recently that he simply couldn't bring anyone else home for her. It wasn't just for the paint mare that he was looking, he too wanted to start his life, he was just getting older, and had started his herd life a bit later than most.

He continued walking, his sense alert for anything that signaled a mare. His vigilance then paid off when he found the scent of a mare, though he could also smell another stallion. He started off towards the two at a fast trot, and came upon the quickly, slowing to a walk when he was close enough. He arched his muscular neck, his hardened muscles rippling beneath an ebony pelt, which shined in Prime's rays. His scars were healed over now, though there was a huge mark on his face, and a line on his shoulder, though he still looked ruggedly handsome. Lestat had just caught the mare's name as he came up, and bowed his head when she acknowledged him. "Hello, my name is Lestat, I'm for Boulder Pass." He paused, his sliver eyes confidently looking quickly over her draft form. She stood just two inches above the Frisian's 16 hand frame. "May we know a bit more about you miss?" He said, his voice a polite drawl that rolled easily off his tongue. He patiently wait, and just flicked an ear in the other male's direction to acknowledge him.

I tried so hard to let you go, but some kind of madness is swallowing me whole
Like some kind of madness

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WELL SWEET MOTHER TERESA ON THE HOOD OF A MERCEDES BENZ
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Perseus fixated his attention onto the young mare, although he tried not to look too intense with her. Mares didn’t like stallions who stared at them. She nods back to him, but her whole demeanour seems reserved, and the buckskin splash wondered what she had to hide. She didn’t look very old; perhaps her mother might have told her not to be too hasty with stallions. He could see why, for a mare, she had to make a decision based on one meeting with her potential claimer. He tried to ensure that he was as gentle and laid-back as he was at home, although the homeless always gave him the nerves a little bit. He also had to impress her too. Soon she gave her own name – Serenata. She hailed from a place which was very far from anywhere Perseus had ever lived; he had found it a struggle not being on the same continent as his parents were anymore. He hoped his land being so far away from her native one wouldn’t put her off.

At her words, he nodded, his lips parting in a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Serenata.” He said, memorising her name along with the others. Before the buckskin painted stallion could say anymore, his ears flickered back as he heard another approaching. Taking his blue eyes off the mare briefly to look round for the newcomer, he caught sight of the ebony stallion making his way towards the pair. He seemed confident of himself as he introduced himself, and Perseus returned his gaze to the mare. He wasn’t surprised another had joined them, she was a very pretty mare and would be a lovely addition to anyone’s herd. His ears flickered towards the other stallion as he asked about her and he nodded in agreement before speaking himself. “And is there anything you need to know of us?” He added. After all, this was a two-way deal, he needed to be satisfied that she was going to fit in with his other mares as well as know she would be happy there. The buckskin splash sighed quietly, waiting for the draft mare’s response.

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Serenata flashed a brief smile and nodded when the buckskin spoke again. It was nice to meet another horse since she had had so few interactions with others. Since her mother, father, and siblings had disappeared. The silver dapple female ignored the sound and sight of another stallion approaching. She gauged the buckskin splash's reaction to another male. The stallion remained pleasant, and Serenata noted this. He was level-headed and could stand the company of another stallion without feeling the need to compete. After her assessment, the mare turns her blazed face to the black Friesian. She makes a mental note of his scars, making sure to remember to ask about them later on. The Friesian bows his head to her, and the mare slightly cocks an ear away and then pricks it forward again. He states his name and land, and Serenata nods acknowledgement of what he has said. He asks if they can know more about her, which makes the silver dapple raise what would be an eyebrow. Interesting. He asked no questions, only asking that she reveal more about herself, what she was comfortable revealing to them. Perseus nodded in agreement with the question and added an opportunity for her to learn whatever she wished of them. These stallions were surprisingly courteous, but Serenata betrayed no emotion or her thoughts on the matter.

At first she nods, musing to herself what she wished to tell and question them about. Her dark ears curve forward as her weight shifts. The long white wavy locks of her tail curve about her legs, and the mare parts her lips to speak. And she speaks slowly, politely, but dryly as well with a hint of curiosity about what she should learn. "My father's name is Omen, a son of Chronic if you should like to know, which means I come from a large family. My father and mother have not been a prominent part of myself for a long while, and I have siblings whom I've not seen in some time as well. I was raised in the Dead Lake as I've said before, but I did so mostly alone. I would expect the stallion I choose to value my opinion and not take me for granted. I have opinions like everyone else, and you should not just expect me to blindly agree with whatever decisions you make or things you say." She pauses, letting them realize that she had a strong will even though she appeared of the quiet sort. "Lestat, I should like to know how and why you got your scars. And, from both of you, I should like to know about your land, any mares, what expectations you have, and what you think of what I have said about myself." She nods an end to her lengthy speech, but Serenata does not give the appearance that she is uncomfortable with how long she had been talking. They wanted her to talk; so she had. She waits patiently for either one of them to reply, but she does quietly and easily.
and i am a painful truthserenata . female . neutral . draft . chocolate silver dapple tobiano . 16.2 hands . omen x selainer . homeless
ƒierce   (adj.)   ferocious; bold; intense; dauntless
if i am chaos, then you are the storm inside of me
Aura | Fatale | Harlem | Phalaenopsis
Shikari | Shtriga | Vervain | Vitae
Carnivean | Finnigan | İskender
Lir | Martyr | Sonste | Thames
28 || adoptions -- log -- mare plotting -- to do list Asylum | Flannery | Hoarfrost | Israël | Magdalena | Rivulet| Salvatore
Sears | Stheno | Tribulation | Vermillion -- ( up for adoption )
Hollow | Ristian | Sémillon -- ( potentially adoptable )
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(OOC: Sorry! I thought I had him ask for her name X] Lets just say he heard it while walking up to make it easier :P thanks <3 )

L E S T A T
I can't get these memories out of my mind, and some kind of madness has started to evolve.

The stallion’s silver gaze briefly goes to the paint beside him when he offers the mare information for either of them, and gives a slight nod as the paint had done in Lestat’s question. He agreed, it was only fair that she should know more about them. When she did speak the ebony stallion took note of things. No wonder she was independent and had opinions, she had almost raised herself. She then asked after his scars, and he quietly nodded his head, she had the right to know. “I got them in a fight, like most scars are obtained, for a land.” He said, and went on in a lower voice. “I lost it, though only by a bit. I’m fully healed and back to normal should you like to know as well.” He said, watching her closely. He was still young, and everybody lost fights every now and then, but he now had another land, and a mare. He went on with her other questions after a brief pause. “As for your second set of questions: I live in Boulder Pass, as I have said before. It is a lush valley, covered with grass, and a stream and pond at one end. There are woods more inland as well, and two cliffs. It’s a beautiful place really.” He said with a smile, then quickly continued on. “I currently have one mare, her name is Ashlyn, and I think you two would get along quite well. I don’t have many expectations from my mares, though I will not tolerate fighting.” He said, and paused for a breath, and to allow her to think about what he said. “As for what you have said about yourself: I’m sorry you had to grow up by yourself, and I think it’s made you a strong mare with views and opinions that you are not about to change anytime soon.” He said, hoping she wouldn’t be offended by his almost frank observation. “I think you will fight for what you think in right, possibly bully someone if necessary, and if your claimer makes a decision I think he would know your input about it. Which is fine, for how is a herd to survive if the lead doesn’t know his mare’s feelings?” He said, and then fell silent, aware he might be boring her. He watched her closely to see how she reacted to this last thing. She was learning a bit about him as well, how he viewed his mares on the most part. When the paint beside him started to speak, Lestat turned his attention on him to listen respectfully.

I tried so hard to let you go, but some kind of madness is swallowing me whole
Like some kind of madness

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