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all i want was right here; dark mare
Topic Started: May 23 2013, 10:20 AM (411 Views)
devotchka
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WELL SWEET MOTHER TERESA ON THE HOOD OF A MERCEDES BENZ
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i know you think of me, when you're, beside her
She is loathed to come here, but she has no choice. It would be beyond shameful to return to her mother and her siblings, which would be a worse fate for her. She knows she went against her dam’s wishes by staying out here alone, but surely Katina had taken risks to get to position she is in now? Victoria is no fool. The freedom of what stallion she wants is vital for her to succeed. She is not as power hungry as her dam or her brothers, but would rather find a sheltered nook on the planet where she can rule in her own quiet way. Her bloodlines are favourable, and she isn’t that bad to look at, so her hopes are high for her luck in the common grounds. Her dam had never touched the place, so maybe here is where she will have one over her mother.

She is only three years old, and has flitted about her distant relatives until she was old enough to be claimed. Caius was kind to offer his protection after her father died, and she will always remember this. She knows nothing of the feud between the champagne stallion and the bay who now owns the Province, though he is said to be her half-brother. Victoria’s large family is too complicated for her to take much notice of. Her dainty feet step into the homeless, trying to avoid the more swollen patches of mud where the rain has beaten down with the oncoming of winter. She is lithe yet strong, her body taking the very best from both parents, but she would like somewhere to stay for the colder season. Although she is very young, she looks hardened, as one does when one travels at an early age.

Her coat has begun to thicken for the oncoming cold, but she has not greyed out at all, not since the day she was born. She is the same steely grey as her brother, although the jagged stripe running down her shoulder blade and her overall femininity marks them apart, but they are extremely similar. Blue eyes survey the land, her nose flaring as she marks the scents of many horses, and goes towards them. She wants to be seen, so heads for the centre of the land, her hooves pacing at a steady walk. She arrived in the common grounds yesterday and now it is mid-morning, the skies overcast and grey. Hopefully it will not rain until later. A soft snort escapes her as she scans a small thicket she has stumbled across, before deciding this will do.

She doesn’t know what to expect, so lingers nervously round the edge of the clearing, her silvery tail swishing between her back legs as her azure eyes dart around, waiting for any movement in the trees that might suggest someone is joining her. She is sure she will calm down once a stallion arrives, it is the wait that has got Victoria on edge.
hybrid . grey splash . blue colored eyes . 16hh . dark . homeless
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ƒierce
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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 remembered the last time he had been here; he had been on his way to the Battle Grounds to do battle with a male called Shaniko. The battle had been over Crystal Barrier, 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 had not 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 autumn 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 steely gray color, a blaze that stretched down between her nostrils and a sort of stripe down her shoulder. 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 serpentinemale . dark . warmblood hybrid . black varnish few spot appaloosa . 16.3 hands . morte x daire . crystal barrier
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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Neither Hell nor high water will stop me.

Nero had come from the on going negotiations about whose claim was valid over his home. He had left for a few months to find the mare he had impregnated. He had been careless and let her slip through his fingers that night so he had to find her in order to claim the foal that had been conceived. To say he was mildly surprised when he had found his son nursing from a mare who was not the one he remembered. Nero took his son away and made the long journey back to his home only to find it occupied by another stallion. It made him furious that the younger stallion felt he could just come in and take his home. The only reason Nero was even discussing anything with the other stallion was because he wanted to team up. He was not up to Nero's level but he would be a good pawn later on down the way. Nero's eyes narrowed and he shook his head, his red tipped black mane slapped against his neck leaving a small stinging sensation on the minimal bay tobiano's muscular neck. Nero brought himself back to the task at hand, he had come to these grounds for one purpose only, and that was to find suitable mares to populate his beautiful home.

The athletic warmblood picked up a floaty trot and carried himself proudly deeper into the heart of the homeless. He brushed passed many flakey mares that were simply looking for a stallion to protect them. No, Nero would not settle for anything less than what he deemed acceptable. Nero dismissed any mare that so much as giggled and flirted, he needed mares with good heads on their necks and would not act like brainless flies. Nero snorted at all the fake and self absorbed mares that littered the homeless grounds. He was beginning to feel as if he would never find even one mare on this trip here that had at least a decent head on her shoulders. His crimson gaze swept this area of the homeless one last time and only then noticed a steele grey mare. He observed her for a moment or two, she looked at least semi-intelligent and seemed to be aware of her surroundings. She brought a smirk to his handsome features. Yes he would approach her, picking up a steady trot he arrived at her side as her first suitor introduced himself.

"Draconian..." He thought to himself, he had never seen the younger stallion around before but that was not saying much seeing as this was indeed his first true trip to the homeless. Nero's gaze slid over the Mares frame, she was nice looking and had a quality about her that he liked. There was intelligence in her eyes and that was what he was looking for. He relished in the moment of quiet between the trio before introducing himself to her."I am Nero, will you do me the distinct honor of informing me of your name?" A small smirk appeared on his face as he uttered the mockingly polite tones. The cold yet interested gleam in his eye told all that looked into their crimson depths that he was serious about getting to know this mare better. He did not care if it took all day, he would vet her to make sure she was what he was looking for.

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Warmblood . minimal bay tobiano . crimson colored eyes . 16.2hh . dark . 4 years old . Challenging for Cedar Outpost
0 mares / 1 foal
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Alecto Does Not Have A Lisp.
It is just the way he talks. Sort of like a Snake.
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She is not left alone for long. Only as Victoria begins to settle herself, her breathing returning to normal and her head clears does the scent of a stallion come into her range. Blue eyes glance around and eventually land on the figure that shifts through the trees towards her steely grey form. He is beautifully marked, a mostly alabaster frame mottled with spots the same colour as his ebony head and legs. He had a very confident way in which he swaggers towards her, and one ear pricks towards him, deciphering whether or not this is all just a big show. He is a few inches taller than her, and bobs his head in respect, and his older, matured façade shatters when he speaks. He has already picked up tricks of the trade, little mannerisms that will make him look professional and like he knows what he is doing.

She only half focuses on him though, as another movement behind the treeline catcher her attention. She swivels her other ear towards that direction, and her hunch is confirmed when another equine emerges from the undergrowth into view. He smirks and breaks into a trot, bringing a shadow of a grin to her own charcoal lips as he approaches. Again he is a little taller than herself, and also beautifully marked, bay with splashes of ivory. Again he is polite and asks for her name, and she can no longer stall them any longer. Two fine looking stallions who are seemingly charming is more than what any mare could ask for. Her piercing blue eyes sweep over both of them once more, keeping a smirk on her face that always threatens to become a sneer.

“Hello gentlemen.” She begins, her voice soft and unnaturally cool. “My name is Victoria.” She says, pushing her nerves to the pit of her stomach. She isn’t going to prove her mother right by saying she will amount to nothing. “Can you tell me something about yourselves?” She finishes, deciding that an open question is going to be a good start to the conversation. Either way, at least she had someone to give her a home.

hybrid . grey splash . blue colored eyes . 16hh . dark . homeless
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The fewspot waits patiently for the mare to speak, not at all perturbed at the way she becomes distracted with the arrival of another stallion. The dark curve of the male's ear gently turns back toward as the other male speaks, noting the polite charade. Again, the young stallion bides his time, the dark length of his tail swishing contemplatively against his gaskins and hocks. Finally, the steely maiden speaks. Her vocals appealed to the fewspot, as her looks had previously. She announces herself to be Victoria, and it is a name that suits her. She asks them to reveal something about themselves. Draconian casts a sideways glance to the splashed stallion before returning his dark gaze to the maiden and beginning to speak. His own vocals were cool, mannerly, clearly confident. "While it may seem like the outline for every Dark stallion, I want to make my own way in the world, get some notoriety of my own instead of relying on my father's. I desire to be known and respected. But there's more to me than that." The spotted stallion allows a chuckle to rumble in his throat and chest and part his dark lips.
tonight the sky's alive with lizards serpentinemale . dark . warmblood hybrid . black varnish few spot appaloosa . 16.3 hands . morte x daire . crystal barrier
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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Nero listened his posture relaxed and his mind at ease. Her name suited her very well and it was rather elegant just like the mare. Nero watched the mare with crimson eyes observing her every move. She seemed to be a tad bit more relaxed now that she knew her suitors names. Nero was watching for any signs of slowness in her mental capacity but so far had seen none. Nero was determined that only the best, quickest and most cunning mares would be allowed into his herd. He liked the looks of her so far and was intrigued by her question. He listened carefully to what the other stallion said and smirked. Nero knew his kind he would never get any where in life, of course he himself wanted the same thing but he would phrase it much differently. He thought about how to answer her question as the silence stretched on in front of him. Finally Nero broke the silence, his soft vocals caressed the air with a dangerous edge. "I am not going to bore you with my plans and ambitions..." Nero all but purred to her, "but I will tell you I am ruthless and determined and nothing will stop me once I have my eyes on something that I want..." A spark of amusement flared in Nero's eyes as he spoke, but quickly it simmered down as he waited for the mare to respond.

ooc: Sorry it is so short i promise it will get better! :)
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Alecto Does Not Have A Lisp.
It is just the way he talks. Sort of like a Snake.
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