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saw c i n d e r e l l a in a party dress; She was lookin for a night gown || Crete-Neutral
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Topic Started: Mar 20 2013, 06:02 PM (342 Views)
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Mar 20 2013, 06:02 PM
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A fiery red form emerged from the water, water coming off the tall mare in streams as she hauled herself to the beach. Here she stood, her sides heaving, and her brown eyes looking about. She was almost the spitting image of her father, though held some of her mother's looks as well. Her coat she got from her father, along with a lot of her build, though from her mother came her expressive brown eyes, long silky locks, and uphill build. Her legs were long, and all had pristine white socks, almost the same height. Her face harbors a thick diamond blaze, though the diamond part is covered at times, along with her eyes, by her long forelock. Her frame is that of a warmblood, while being uphill, she attains a certain grace, agility, and elegance about her. Crete was a smart one too. She knew she was pretty, and could probably play with the stallions if she wanted to, but her upbringing had taught her it was immoral. Instead she was a snaky, sarcastic mare, quick with a sharp word if needed. She was determined, and a strong mare, and stallions had to work to earn her respect or trust. Her early life had taught her this, and she held a grudge against her father. Her mother however, she was very close to, and was her lifeline in her early life. but she had to start a life of her own, and she and Dasch went their separate ways.
The mare shook herself again, water droplets spraying everywhere, and started or the heart of the ground. Prime's lights fell on her coat and she looked to be the embodiment of fire itself. She tossed her head, her long chestnut locks flying though the air before once more landing in their places. She was an eye catcher, no one could miss her. And who could resist her? She moved her tall frame though the trees, and into the clearing, her soft brown eyes looking around. Equines milled about here and there, and mares usually had stallions around them. She paused, and look about once more before stating off to the center of the clearing. She wanted to be seen, and knew everybody would look at her. Her brown eyes held a spark of excitement that her mother would be embarrassed of. But what was wrong with a little vanity this once? She might never get to do it again!
She stopped in the middle, and straightened herself up, her head erect, ears alert, and eyes sparkling beneath a layer of forelock. Here the three year old waited, excited to see how many stallions would come to her. | | Mare-3yo-Neutral-Warmblood Hybrid-Chestnut-17.3-#FF1800 |
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Mar 20 2013, 07:09 PM
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i've not yet begun to defile myself.
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 | The Warmblood Hybrid strode confidently into the Homeless, dark nostrils flared as the soft skin quivered in searching for scents. The fewspot stallion lengthened his stride as his form moved beneath the boughs of sycamores and oaks, his pelt littered with their shadows. The stallion nodded to himself, his regal head moving up and down in the action, arching his muscled neck. He was on his way to the Battle Grounds to do battle with a male called Shaniko. The stallion resided in what used to be the home of his father, Morte. And, in seeking to bring power to his name and that of the elder male, Draconian knew that he would have to call the land his own.
Shaniko, his opponent, had a few mares and quite a few foals, but Draconian wasn't interested in taking the females or manipulating the children. It was the land he desired. He refused to meddle with tainted stock. Mares that were already bonded with his opponent were of no use to him. He needed mares that were willing to stay, not ones pining for another stallion. Children were also of no use to the Warmblood, unless they were the progeny of more important enemies, of which he had none so far. His dark brown eyes wandered the spring landscape for the right mare to approach. As he wandered, the black varnish fewspot saw a mare that he deemed to be a fit choice. The mare was bright and fiery chestnut color, a star on her brow that stretched down between her nostrils. Tall white socks were donned on her legs, and it was an appealing look for her.
The 16.3 hand stallion approaches her with a contemplative and confident demeanor. There is the faintest smirk of greeting, but no eager smile. Though he was young, Draconian took on the visage of an older, seasoned stallion. A respectful nod moves his dark head up and down as he greets her. The curve of his dark ears presses forward as Draconian assesses her. Yes, she was a new adult as he was. Just out of the sanctuary of her childhood home. His dark lips part to form words. "I'm Draconian. What's your name?" | | tonight the sky's alive with lizards serpentinedraconian . male . 2 years . n/a . warmblood hybrid . black varnish few spot appaloosa . 16.3 hands . morte x daire . no land |
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Mar 21 2013, 09:38 AM
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 It's not much of a life you're living It's not just something you take, it's given Théoden had been staying here for a day or two. A week or so had passed by since the battle, and the scar on his right side was starting to heal. However the stallion hadn’t been able to get a proper rest and had been staying all this time in the common grounds. Therefor might have caught and infection. The wound near his barrel had begun to suppurate and the skin was sore around the wound. The blue eyed stallion hoped that the wound would get better once he would get home to Bracken Bracken. The dunskin’s overo back was still sore and he believed it would stay that way for a while.
The five year old stallion wasn’t sure if he had a certain type, on what mares he would choose. He probably just hadn’t found out yet. Not that he needed it at all, if the mare was nice to him he would be nice to her, it was that simple. Théoden began to trot slowly but soon slowed down when he felt that his back wasn’t quite ready. He was usually able to trot a bit but he had to warm up first.
He looks around and notices a mare. It was mare that was hard to miss, her coat color was clamorous and she had a diamond shaped blaze on her face. Then on her legs she had white matching socks. A smile crossed over the stallions black and pink lips as he started walking towards the mare, he wasn’t very close and was sure that if another stallion would notice her they would be there before him. The blue eyed stallion was right; when Théoden was getting closer a stallion had already approached the mare. The stallion had black spots on his body then his neck and head was all black and no his face he had a blaze.
Théoden comes to a halt in front of the mare; a pleasant smile crosses the stallion’s lips as he speaks. “My name is Théoden and I currently live in Bracken Bracken” he says with a calm voice. He heard the other stallion asking for her name so the stallion decided not to repeat the question. His blue eyes are focused on the mare, giving the mare his full attention for those minutes they would be together.
Théoden - 16.1 hh - 5 years old - Paint horse - Mares:0 - Foals:0 - Neutral - Homeless
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Mar 26 2013, 07:28 AM
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WELL SWEET MOTHER TERESA ON THE HOOD OF A MERCEDES BENZ
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| Spook’s Reef wasn’t his first choice. He had been attracted to the deadened coral that lurked round the coast, but other than that, the land was quite boring. Kazimir supposed he could just fill it up with pretty mare to make up for it. Nevertheless it was sustainable and it was a large expanse of land, so it had its positives too. The bay pintaloosa strode into the common grounds, his slightly dished face looking round for any new prospects. Unlike the rest of the population who seemed to care all about power, or went the other way with loving and committing families, the Arabian hybrid wasn’t quite sure what he wanted from life just yet. He had picked the neutral alliance simply so he didn’t have to get involved with politics, and he had never really spoken to mares outside of his herd. It was a lot for a young stallion to take in, but fortunately the brightly coloured male had it in his stride.
He knew he was young, and that might put some mares off him. Nor did he exceptionally care about falling in love. The idea seemed foolish to him. Still, he hoped that there were females who liked his looks and easy going temperament to come back with him.
The warmer weather was a blessing, and he had long shed his thick winter coat. His white base was littered with patches and spots in no particular order, and where he had come out of the water the hair on his legs clung stubbornly to the skin. He was into the trees and scrub by now at a trot, his neck in a loose frame and his tail extended out as is the way with Arabians. He was a fine mixture of his parent’s breeding, although Kazimir had always been on the outside of the herd. He was aware he was not the same as his sisters in parentage, and that his mother only desired to die. It had not been a pleasant foalhood. Many days he had spent alone, which was probably why he didn’t miss company in the ways that some equines did. Still, as his vivid eyes lay on a pretty chestnut, he wouldn’t mind having someone to spend the days with. It would make it more interesting at least.
She was not alone. Both the stallions with her were exotically coloured too, and Kazimir soon realised he would have to rely on something else rather than his pretty coat. The pintaloosa approached just as the shorter stallion finished speaking, and took his place next to the monochrome male that looked roughly his age. Focusing his attention on the mare he opened his mouth to speak. “Greetings. My name is Kazimir, and I live in Spooks Reef.” He fell silent, unsure what else to say. This was all very new to him.
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May 1 2013, 08:39 PM
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(Sorry, I lost muse for this topic! So sorry!! But Crete will go with Draconian Thanks Olof and Kay for posting!!! <3 )
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