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Hell S P L i T wide open;; [closed for cian <3]
Topic Started: May 8 2013, 08:57 PM (338 Views)
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"Swallow the truth, let it destroy you"



Kormada appeared to be in the middle of the season; autumn. A temperature much suited to Xira rather than the icy cold winds, especially whilst travelling around the unprotected lands of Kormada, it was such a fatuous decision the mare had made, but it was a decision that had ended her up in the common grounds. It’s rich tasting scent of mares in heat and stallions lurking in the shadows, something the appaloosa mare was familiar with. At a slow gaited walk, Xira entered the grounds, spying in front of her a few equine figures in the outer distance, too far to tell if they were mare or stallion yet Xira made no effort in their direction. Instead the mare veered off to the left of the grounds, facing a few rust-coloured trees bundled up together, to give off the impression of autumn woodland. There were bad vibes as she had walked in the direction of the rust-coloured trees, thinking it would not be wise to travel in there. Who knows what strange creature could be stalking what in there, Xira like always, wasn’t in the mood to be played a fool, the mare knew exactly what her intentions were coming here; to be claimed by a handsome stud. Xira had no one in mind really, she thought it would be a good decision to “go with the flow” see who comes about and who wins her over.
Stopping just a short distance from the autumnal woodland, Xira hind pivoted to where her rump had once been, facing the outer edge of the common grounds. She chose a spot that would be obvious enough, not far from the entrance. A gloomy sensation loomed behind Xira but she didn’t take notice, whoever would idiotically approach her from behind should expect a frightening blow to the head. Even though the mare is somewhat a smaller comparison to the stallion, she’s been known to do just that; horrendously injure another.

A few moments went by and no one had come by yet although she wasn’t expecting such a quick approach from anyone. During her travels, the mare developed an appetite. Looking over the grass that was soiled underneath her, it looked like a wholesome meal for herself. Her neck outstretching from her body and towards the thick strands of grass, nibbling off the blades and swallowing instantaneously. It felt nice sliding down her throat, a bit of food; the mare couldn’t stop herself from nibbling at the thickness of the grass.

Silence grew around Xira as no one approached just yet.
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"I wish the scum of the earth had one throat,
and I had my hands around it."

The pale stallion threads his way in between the autumn trees, his large body maneuvering through the thin, white trunks with the easy grace of his mother’s lineage. His handsome head is held at level with his brawny shoulders, his pace unhurried and fluted ears rotating in a steady, quiet rhythm as he searches for something of value to catch his eye. It is not particularly of his own will that Cian has come to the Homeless grounds. This is a sickening place to him, really—one that draws annoyance simply from the sight of the pathetic desperation of the wretched mares and the pitiable tactics of the stallions that only charms the weakest of maidens. Even so, since his return, the silver-cast cremello has found that the kingdom that he has once held had crumbled, and while it hasn’t taken him long to establish a foundation once again, he has discovered the Baron to be quiet starved of the life that had once occupied its borders. Thus, he has resigned himself to venturing to this godforsaken spit of land.

Cian has not been searching for long, but has sought out solitude in the small gathering of trees nonetheless, if only to give himself a break from the pitiful individuals that choke him and throttle the air by living. He has thought the miniature forest to be devoid of life, but movement off to his right seizes his attention. Drawing to a gradual halt, the stallion’s dark blue eyes are cast to the side to examine the source of motion, and upon discovering it to be a mare, his noble head is raised in mildly aroused interest. She is a pretty creature, with her red roaned coat almost blending in with the vibrant colors of the autumn boughs that shade them both. The cremello watches as she turns to face the direction from which she had come, her gaze lingering for only a moment before her pretty head is lowered to consume the moist grass that hugs their hooves in soft caresses.

Flicking the long tresses of his tail once sharply against his muscular flanks, the silver-cast cremello decides to approach this fine creature. The distance between them is not particularly long, though it does take him several moments to reach her. His handsome features retain their usual coldness, though he works himself into the charismatic mask that accentuates the mysterious allure that smolders in the depths of his cobalt eyes and swathes the wickedness behind the tempting smirk that coils his pale lips.

“Hello,” his deep, smooth voice slithers from his tongue as a velvet enticement, bidding to capture the mare’s attention. Though he does not particularly hide his wicked intentions, Cian does not view himself as cold-hearted as his notorious sire when it comes to the matter of courting a maiden. He knew Thane to be one to abandon charm altogether and wield his brutality to force a female home with him—such actions disgust the cremello stallion. It is not as though he thinks it is wrong to treat mares as such—he will not hesitate to use his own violence if needed—but such harsh abuse couldn’t hope to nurture loyalty, which is what Cian cherishes dearly. And such devotion can be earned through the appeal that he has so deviously become known to manipulate. “It seems as though you find the conditions out there as dreary as I,” Cian’s cobalt eyes are cast briefly to the light that strains to reach them, searching from the meadows that roll behind the wall of trees that protect them. Turning his attention back to the mare, he allows a skewed smirk to curl one side of his pale lips, “I’m Cian, by the way.”

lipizzaner hybrid stallion . silver cremello . dark blue eyes . dark . 16.2hh
C i A N
thane x amalthea
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The grass was meticulous for a power-hungry mare but Xira had only hoped that whoever had approached her would have more to offer than this parched grass and a land far more pleasing than here. Call her fastidious but she knew what she wanted and what was proficient for her and the lifestyle she anticipated to live. Her paranoia had managed to pacify for the time being, thoughts about the autumn woodland that was deposited from behind her no longer lingered in her frame of mind whilst the appaloosa grazed, losing all sense of the environment around her; a juvenile act on the mare’s part really.

A recurring notion had always competed in the mare’s mind though; a herd life. All Xira’s life was lived beside her cold and mystifying mother, perpetually moving from place to place, they never really settled in a land for too long without getting detected. As anyone could imagine, this wasn’t an ideal life for such a young filly at the time, the only benefit from living this falsehood was gaining knowledge and learning how to survive in the backwoods. Xira could never really grasp why her mother never settled for a herd life, come to think of it, she never knew her father at all but her time to seek him out was long over. Xira by now assumed he was dead along with her mother. The appaloosa continued to graze whilst this notion of musing loitered in her mind; a feeling of irritation pecked at the mare.

An uncertain amount of time had passed and embarrassingly enough Xira had unsuccessfully noticed the pale yet ample stud standing before her, she managed to catch a few words from him. Xira gawkily lifted her neck to meet his striking blue orbital eyes; almost instantaneously the stud introduced himself. The white speckled appaloosa mare swallowed the remaining strands of parched grass down her throat before she mastered a shadowy grin pressing on her pale and speckled lips. Xira’s covert personality was definetly inherited from her mother, who knows what from her father.

The pale stallion was known as Cian and he seemed confident more than any stallion she had met in her later life, a plus on his side, Xira thought wistfully. She observed his features and lastly his facial features, also noting that he too, had almost the same grin pressed on his pale pink lips. Maybe they were a match or maybe they weren’t, but he seemed to be proving himself worthy. An almost comfortable muteness dawdled between the two for a moment or so before Xira decidedly chosen to speak in return to Cian’s rhetorical statement.

“It grows on you once you’ve been here a while” which was true, the lifeless environment around the mare grew on her for the time being, she began to enjoy the silence around here but not so much the accommodations it offered which obviously wasn’t much. Xira paused, managing to break the eye contact between Cian and herself, briefly scanning over the land behind him to see if any newcomers decided to show up; there was no one. Her attention back onto Cian, “Xira if you’d be engrossed enough to know. You probably know this land well enough to swoon any mare, so tell me, what do you have to offer and why should I choose to live with you, Cian?” her tone was almost melodious to the ear but also strikingly down the line with him. Xira had been here long enough to quickly make her escape, with or without Cian. The speckled mare surprisingly held a strong focus on Cian, awaiting a direct answer.
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"I wish the scum of the earth had one throat,
and I had my hands around it."

It appears as though the cremello stallion has caught the mare by surprise, as it takes her a moment to notice his presence, though her acknowledgement is characterized by a wily grin that crawls across her pale lips, her expression almost seeming to mirror his own. Cian’s fluted ears rotate backwards in what could be mild frustration, though his handsome features remain amiably devious while his cobalt eyes continue their examination of the female creature. Upon the closing of his deep, cordial—albeit dangerously charismatic—words, a few brief moments of silence fall between the pair, in which the muscled stallion takes the liberty of appraising the mare’s pretty physique, his probing gaze hardly hidden, though his charming features do their treacherous work in hiding his wicked intentions; there’s no need to scare her away just yet.

Nonetheless, she is truly a remarkable creature, as far as the eye goes at least—a worthy prospect to catch Cian’s sharp attention. Her build is elegant, obviously possessing some classiness of Arabian ancestry by the graceful curve of her neck and athletic quality of her sleek shape, though the striking coloring that adorns her figure betrays another mixed bloodline. This red roan that sprinkles her curves is surely quite becoming, contrasting marvelously with the pale golden locks that frame her elegant features and bring life to the deep chocolate of her eyes. The cremello is already smitten, though of anyone, he knows the importance of a sound mind—above all else, Cian values loyalty, and will not succumb to the physical desire alone that is drawn from a beautiful mare. She must have more to offer him.

His scrutiny is not long, and takes but a few moments, but his cobalt attention shifts to return to her face as she at long last answers his greeting. A slight inclination of the stallion’s noble head is given at her agreement, and his careful gaze does not miss the glance that she casts behind him, as if searching for any other possible suitors that would approach her. Cian’s captivating smirk hardens into a charismatic sneer as the arrogant satisfaction mounts within him, though he is careful to control his dark purposes and channel it into a confident aura that surrounds him. The roan mare then proceeds to give a name to her pretty face, introducing herself as Xira; however, what follows is truly what captures his notice. It seems as though Xira is as anxious as he to leave this dreadful place behind them, which satisfies the large stallion greatly—perhaps he won’t have to mingle here long. She gets to the point and he is pleased with her.

Allowing a short, barking chuckle to rumble at the back of his throat, Cian flicks his tail once against his hocks, his deep blue eyes fixing on the maiden with their churning dark depths. “You flatter me, Xira,” though it is obvious in his smooth tone that he does not disagree with her statement in the slightest, “I will not go rambling on with an embellishing declaration of the power and popularity that I can guarantee you—that is something I believe you will have to earn yourself by your own designs. However, what I can provide is a secure residence and a promising future, should you exert yourself as such.” The silver-cast cremello continues to eye Xira, as if challenging her to defy his proposition of self-fulfillment and self-worth. Cian can’t be having weak mares leeching off of him and his own supremacy—he needs strong minds that can survive on their own, but willing enough to yield to his authority, as he can hardly tolerate resistance.

THEY WILL R E M E M B E R THIS
C i A N
thane x amalthea
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Oddly enough to say, she felt his incisive eyes on her petite figure which didn’t utterly fluster the mare, more so Xira felt she had met Cian’s requirements, she had assumed he had some type of standards. A stallion that looked relatively compelling subsequent to his muscly dimensions, he’d have a standard picked out for each mare, if Xira played her cards right, maybe she’d be able to meet a few of his valued mares, wherever he owned a homeland. Since Cian assumed he had the liberty to condemn the speckled appaloosa, she returned his favour by doing so to him. Her chestnut orbits firstly focusing on his well toned shoulders, imagining they’d be some sort of assistance in a physical battle, presuming he had been in a couple. Her eyes quickly scanned over the rest of his creamy and toned frame and lastly fixated her chestnut eyes on his expressionless yet captivating smirk.

It emerged from his eyes that Xira could see that he seemed, in a way, pleased to be leaving so soon, as was she. The common grounds wasn’t particularly comforting, more cumbersome and peculiar for Xira’s liking, yet somehow she has managed this long in the grounds, standing in front of an autumn coloured woodland, not knowing what ungodly creatures remain inside.

Her speckled ears swivelled in the direction concerning Cian as he let a barking yet deep chuckle exhale from his lungs. The mare had begun to wonder what she had done that was so humorous to him, tilting her dipped head slightly to the left, her creamy and brown tassels flicked around her back hocks in a moment of anticipation. Cian firstly addressed Xira and to hear such…flattering words from another was out of the ordinary, but probably not for Cian, assuming he had used this line on many mares before.

Nonetheless, she continued to listen on and hear the awaited answer from him, wondering what he could possibly say to persuade Xira. She watched him wisely with her darkened eyes once he had paused to gather himself up, instanteously Xira exhaled an airy sigh before he continued on with what he had to say. After a moment of speech from the stallion, silence hovered over the pair once again. She pursed her pale lips firmly and couldn’t help but feel defeated in a way. His words had convinced Xira that he was her suitor, slightly afterwards a grin pressed on the sides of her maw.

“Well Cian, you have certainly outdone yourself.” Was her open line, a short mockingly open line. Xira paused again, this time narrowing her eyes deeper into his eyes, or hoping to anyway. “I think we should leave before it gets too dark around here.” She moved her intensive eyes away from him for a moment and began to leave off at a walk, gesturing Cian to follow the way, “come on” her tone was hurried, swiftly flicking her creamy odd coloured tassels to both sides of her rump, forming a grin. Xira had Cian wrapped around her, well so she thinks, and she turned her head in front of her again.
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"I wish the scum of the earth had one throat,
and I had my hands around it."

Cian’s careful gaze watches the red roaned mare, and he notices the change in Xira’s expression as his humble but firm statement comes to a close, a manner of defeat lining the shift in her lips as they purse. This can certainly be a trickery of his eyes, but he highly doubts it, and the silver-cast stallion can’t help but have his interest piqued as to why she would react in such a way. He would assume, judging by their brief encounter and the words exchanged, that relief would primarily govern her pretty features instead, as the fact that she is satisfied with him—if that is the case, though he is sure that it is—would lead to her leaving the dreary gloom that chokes these common grounds. Faint lines crawl to crease Cian’s pale brow, his handsome features set into a cool mask of guarded charisma as he meets the dainty, simpering grin that eventually softens Xira’s expression.

The stallion’s noble head is raised a few degrees in response to the contemptuous quality that characterizes the maiden’s initial statement, the dark depths of his cobalt eyes simmering as his skin crawls with mild aggravation. Even so, though her outward actions may speak of mocking language, Cian carefully notices in her natural mannerisms that Xira has already submitted to him—if only a little. Her words that follow attest to his bold assumptions, though he does not expect her movement as she turns and begins walking to exit the autumn forest, commanding him to follow. Commanding him. The cremello’s fluted ears pin against the back of his neck, and his handsome features harden as one side of his brow rises skeptically.

Cian doesn’t hesitate in his response, and he follows Xira, though his powerful strides bring him to her side in a matter of seconds. “You are quite the presumptuous mare, Xira,” his deep voice holds a degree of scornful mirth, though it is laced with an underlying coldness that is meant to act as a forewarning for her. “I believe I could ask you what you think you could offer me; but, seeing as you are ever so anxious to return with me, I will graciously give you the chance to prove yourself. You seem strong enough, as long as bravado doesn’t become a hindrance,” a much directed glance is thrown in Xira’s direction, though the cremello allows a charming, taunting smirk to curl his lips in a kindly cautionary gesture. Cian is no novice in dealing with stubborn audacity, and while boldness is not necessarily a feature that he disgusts, he cannot—will not—tolerate any sort of resistance to his authority. It is best that the pretty mare learn that now.

There is no submission in the silver-cast stallion’s posture as he shifts his dark blue eyes from Xira to the scenery that unfolds before them, strong muscles rippling beneath his pale hide as he widens his step to cut in front of the mare. It is not a rude act, but simply a very clear signal to show who exactly is in charge—she may have held the control moments ago, but she is in his wonderful clutches now. “Follow me, darling—I think you’ll take to Nomad’s Baron quite well,” Cian is eager to return to his beautiful coastal home. Xira will be a fine addition to his herd; she is obviously very clever, and as long as her wits are bridled to a passive fire, then Cian thinks that he will enjoy her. And so, with his neck proudly arched and his eye fixed, the stallion leads Xira to the Baron.

THEY WILL R E M E M B E R THIS
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thane x amalthea
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