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| TheIceViking | Jul 20 2013, 07:56 AM Post #1 | ||||
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| ƒierce | Jul 21 2013, 03:56 PM Post #2 | ||||
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i've not yet begun to defile myself.
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![]() The gray stallion saunters forward, head held in such a way that his neck was arched attractively. The length of his gray tail swished every so often against his hocks and gaskins as he made his way deeper into the Homeless Grounds. The young male had recently claimed his own land, Cedar Helm Forest. It was not all that different from Serpent's Province, his sire's land where he had spent little time as a young colt. Hiss form wanders into a mass of trees, the shadows from the limbs and leaves throwing a pattern across his already sorrel brindled hide. Hazard was an impressive figure: tall at sixteen point three hands with the handsome Orlov Trotter and Stockhorse lines from his parents. The stallion's blue eyes were piercing as his elegant and powerful form moved forward. He was looking for a mare who would capture his interest enough for him to deal with her on a daily basis. This was just how Hazard worked. He was bored most of the time, and his inherently Dark nature festered enough to the point where he had to fill his time up with things that only benefited him or piqued his interest. Before too long, his bright eyes fall upon the dappled form of a mare. She was elegant with her Arabian physique, dappled in gray. A smirk purses his lips forward as he approaches her. A rumbling nicker of greeting has already left his mouth by the time he sees the foal cleverly hidden in the tall grass. The stallion's gray ears twist back into his mane; children did not appeal to him, unless he were to be siring his own. There is no other visible sign from him about the foal. His wavy tail twists and brushes against his pelt as the brindle comes to a stop before the mare. He nods in greeting to her and speaks. "Hello, miss. My name is Hazard." i need to know that feelings of discontent are stronger than indifference for those too weak to standmale . sorrel brindled gray . orlov - stockhorse hybrid . 16.3 hands . viral x daire . cedar helm forest |
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| TheIceViking | Aug 9 2013, 05:46 AM Post #3 | ||||
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| ƒierce | Aug 9 2013, 11:37 AM Post #4 | ||||
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i've not yet begun to defile myself.
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![]() In the little bit of time that it takes the mare to start speaking, Hazard's thoughts trail off into the battle he had just come from. The other stallion had failed to show his face, and the brindle had won by default as a result. He was ultimately pleased by winning but also disappointed with not getting to fight. He had gained four mares from it though, which was a benefit for the young son of Viral. His blue optics focus on the gray mare as she speaks, ears twisting forward so that he might hear her better. He nods at hearing both names, though he might have preferred for the foal not to be a situation at all. Then he figured that, since the child was female, that he might be able to put her to use later on. He supposed that Lana would have to approve, but it would Arya's decision for the main part. None of these thoughts show on his features, and the stallion remains quiet. She went on to speak again, speaking of wishing this meeting to be short. The brindle would have smirked at this, considering that he had wished the same originally. He nods again, and the stallion's lips part, sending forth tenor vocals. "I live in Cedar Helm Forest. It is somewhat like a jungle, and this allows for vines to hang from the trees. This is thicker around the outside edges of the territory, making it harder for any unwelcomed horses to enter. But he vines do sometimes limit sight. There are plenty of little meadows and open spaces in the land to allow one to stretch their legs. But I find the land appealing as it is much like my father's land." This last statement he says in reference to Viral and Serpent's Province, but part of him did not think the mare would have recognized either name. i need to know that feelings of discontent are stronger than indifference for those too weak to standmale . sorrel brindled gray . orlov - stockhorse hybrid . 16.3 hands . viral x daire . cedar helm forest |
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| TheIceViking | Aug 12 2013, 07:20 AM Post #5 | ||||
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| ƒierce | Aug 12 2013, 11:34 AM Post #6 | ||||
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i've not yet begun to defile myself.
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![]() Very briefly was there a pleasant expression on the brindle's face when the gray mare spoke. But when she continued, the almost smile vanished. A neutral line imposing itself on the handsome male's features. His ears twist forward and back slowly, as if deciding whether to be displeased about this or the opposite. He was getting a mare in his land, but she may not decide to stay there. The stallion was still questioning his feelings about this while the young filly called Arya rose and was stunned by his appearance. The Orlov made no reaction to the foal and kept his blue eyes on the mare. He couldn't tell if this was a test or not. He wanted to be hostile and demand that she stay with him, but the other part of him thought to remain calm and accept her terms, keeping a mildly respectable behavior for the next week. Hazard, deciding that the second was the best course of action, nodded to the mare. Still no sign of a smile on his handsome features. "As you wish, Lana. Do you and little Arya wish to go now?" The young male thought he also ought to be mannerly to the child, though it had not done so so far. i need to know that feelings of discontent are stronger than indifference for those too weak to standmale . sorrel brindled gray . orlov - stockhorse hybrid . 16.3 hands . viral x daire . cedar helm forest |
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