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Busy Dream; Dark mare searching for home
Topic Started: Jul 20 2013, 07:56 AM (381 Views)
TheIceViking
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Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble, but I
I've got a war in my mind
The dapple mare finally arrived to the homeless with her week old filly by her side. If the mare had been alone the travel to the homeless hadn't taken so long but the mare had to go from the foaling quarry and travel through the Mainlands to get to the homeless grounds. The white filly wasn't able to walk long distances without resting and nursing but Lana was very grateful that she had made it here safely and Arya was unharmed. Luckily for them they didn't run into any stallions while passing through the Mainlands. Lana had made sure never to stop while staying in a stallion’s territory. Lana didn't want to risk being stolen by someone who she didn't like and therefor she went to the homeless, hoping to find a stallion she could get along with. The mare looks around, it was spring but the temperature was rising every day. Summer was just around the corner and the mare was looking forward to it, though today was not the hottest or the sunniest day. Her gaze is directed at the sky, it was covered in clouds and it might start raining soon. She had felt few water drops land on her dappled coat on her way here.

The Arabian mare keeps on walking, further into the homeless grounds. She enters a large meadow, it was rather crowded and the mare didn't want to lose her week old filly in the crowd. Lana looks by her side where the white filly looks back, those pretty eyes staring back. A proud smile crosses over her lips as she turns to her right and walks towards a thicket. The little filly follows her every step happily though growing more tiered every second. The mare walks through the thicket and when she is out of it she enters a small meadow. Only few equines are around grazing while waiting for their life to change, whether it is find a new herd or finding the love of their life. Lana wouldn't mind being in love sometime in her life though she was afraid of commitments, one day she would have to say goodbye but she would never want to.

Lana comes to a halt and the meadow, now she would wait. The filly nuzzles her mother’s barrel and Lana starts cleaning Arya's rump. Not long after the filly lies down in the grass, it was a tall grass so she almost disappeared. A calm smile crossed over Lana's lips trying to hide it how nervous she really was. It was nice to be with Otheos even if they weren't close, but finding a new home was stressful, especially when she had a foal with her as well. She was aware that many stallions rejected foals that weren't theirs but Lana was not the one to back down, she would never leave her Arya for a stallion. The mare feels cold water drops touch her gray coat and in only few minutes the mare was soaking wet. It was pouring. The Arabian mare tried to give the white filly some shelter so she wouldn’t get soaking wet while sleeping.
Arabian horse • 15.2 hands • Dark • Homeless
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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
ƒierce   (adj.)   ferocious; bold; intense; dauntless
if i am chaos, then you are the storm inside of me
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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 )
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The mare's ears flicker in all directions, trying to catch the sounds around her. The dapple mare had only been here for few minutes but was starting to get bored already. She glances down at her filly that is still sleeping in the grass. Lana bends her head down and softly nuzzles her. Arya had been the best thing that had ever happened to her. However she had been terrified to enter the foaling grounds. It had been such a tragic ... Losing her twin brother had been horrible. The mare had always felt as if a part of her was missing. But as the mare aged she began to care less about the loss of her brother, it didn't hurt as much anymore. It was like death didn't affect the mare a lot anymore, it was just a word.

The Arabian mare looks forth and her ears prick up when a nicker reaches her ears. Her brown eyes fall upon a stallion that was approaching. When the stallion's ears pin down the mare does the same. When the stallion then speaks the mare's ears prick up and she listens. He introduces himself as Hazard, she was not familiar with this stallion but he appeared strong enough to protect the mare from harm ... she wouldn't mind making the decision now to join him, she wouldn't be afraid of making a mistake, it was always possible to fight back. For a second the mare had gotten lost in her own thoughts but made sure not to make it obvious. Lana scans over the stallion, his coat was brindle. She was not used to seeing those but she always thought there was something appealing to these markings. "My name is Lana" the mare suddenly speaks. She glances down at the foal in the grass "and this is Arya, my daughter." Lana looks at the stallion again. "I wish to make this meeting short, I would like to know what land you hold claim over and a short description of the land would be appreciated” she says. The stallion could protect the mare and her foal with this body but was the territory good enough for the mare? Lana sometimes got very picky with things like these and didn't want to end up in a terrible territory.
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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
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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The mare's brown eyes are focused on the stallion as he nods. His lips part and his voice reaches the mare's ears. She listens carefully while he describes the territory, wondering whether she likes the description or not. The description of his land sounded very appealing. He then adds something about his father's land, not that it mattered the mare began to wonder who his father was. Though Lana simply pushes the thought away and starts speaking. "I really like the description of your land and I would really much like to join you" the mare says. She looks down at her filly that is about to wake up, her eyelids open their eyes meet. A smile crosses over Lana's lips. Lana turns her attention to Hazard again. "But ... I wont allow you to claim me right away, after about a week in your territory I will decide whether I like it there or not" the mare then says. Arya slowly gets up and a stunned expression is on her face when she notices the tall stallion. The filly clings to her mother's leg and looks up at her, wondering why she was so calm around him.
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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
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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