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The art of losing isn't hard to master;; Dittany | Light
Topic Started: Jul 25 2013, 05:20 PM (830 Views)
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Delicate hooves barely grazed the ground, so elegant was their touch despite the mare’s haste. Pale, almost glistening-white mane and tail flew out behind her golden form like banners, whipping about in the wind caused by the mare’s momentum. Blindly she bolted through the land, tears stinging her eyes. She had long since lost track of exactly where she was but reluctantly dropped back to a walk as fatigue tore at her muscles, eventually halting in a quiet corner of this strange territory. Another tear strayed from her hazel-coloured eyes, rolling down her delicate features and leaving a silvery trail in its wake. A brief snort is blown from the mare’s nasals as she rubs her head against an extended foreleg, removing most of the evidence that remained from her tears. Sobbing wouldn’t help her situation and one of her ranking never ought to be seen in such a state as this.

Just about everything and everyone that the maiden had once known were gone now. Forever. Discovering the extent of that brute’s treachery had destroyed everything, and to think that she may be harbouring that monster’s spawn made her sick to the stomach. Contrasting tail pinned against her golden haunches at the thought, her uniquely cured ears folding back as her memories were cast back to Still and their joining. There was still a chance that it hadn’t taken, it was too early to tell, but this wasn’t how it should have been. She should be surrounded by her family and being tended to by a few hand-picked, kind and experienced mares from the herd. Not alone in some distant corner of the world. Had she been in any other state of mind, the maiden would have been able to admire the beauty of the blossoming trees that surrounded her or relish in the sounds of songbirds in their boughs. Instead, all she could recognise was the cold – so different from the welcoming warmth of her homeland in the desserts. An anxious sweat had gathered on her usually flawless pelt, bringing the chill deeper into her flesh and making her shiver as she stood there, trying not to contemplate the events that had come to pass.
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A stallion lifted his body from the water and onto the sandy beach of a land he had been to many times. His return was something of a surprise, even to him. He wasn't sure the time was right to claim a new mare, but his legs had brought him to the homeless, so why should he head home without enjoying the company of a few mares. He was in good spirits as he moved toward the interior of the land at a brisk walk. His gate was slightly springy and airy due to his arabian blood. He was not as graceful as some, but when he moved at a gallop he would look as though he could be flying.

The stallion's coat was a sort of tobiano pattern, with his colored spots being different shades of bay roan. The stallion's mane and tail were mostly white with his forelock being black. He sported a shorter, stockier build than most herd stallions, but he didn't particularly mind it. He had good bone and his conformation wasn't bad either. He was not the most handsome stallion, but he had a look about him that would draw the eye.

The tobiano had just walked through a field when a mare caught his eye. She was standing alone which was a surprise to the stallion. It wasn't often that a mare was left alone in the homeless, even for a short time. He quickly decided that he had to greet her. He moved her way and stopped a comfortable distance from her. He gave her a smile. Hello, miss. I'm called Shaniko. What might your name be?"
Edited by mustangcanyon, Jul 27 2013, 03:20 PM.
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Corr, Shaniko, Rangle, Nightwing
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Nakoma, Mexico, Hadley, Shaquita,Zaltana, Dawn, Flare, Nala, Blair, Quartni,

Foals
Harmony (born July 31 2012), Aislinn (Born Oct. 26, 2012), Marvel (Born Oct 27, 2012), Catori (Born Sept. 22 2012), Bouron (Jan 10, 2013)


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Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living

I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven
His dark colored eyes searched the homeless grounds. The stallion had spoken to few mares here while he stayed here but no mare had made the decision to join him. Sometimes Virgill didn't think the mares would fit into his herd and then politely mentioned that. He would rather be honest than having a mare, stuck in a herd that she didn't fit into, the bay was not that desperate to get a mare. His legs slowly move forward, the thin mane on his neck bouncing when his legs slowly moved to a soft trot. The stallion had entered a large meadow now, to his surprise there weren't many mares around here. There were few mares around but some too small for the seventeen hand stallion. Virgill continues trotting and allows his mind to wander for a bit.

Recently the stallion had formed an alliance with a stallion that went by the name Thames. Not long after their first meeting the Arabian hybrid had searched for help. Thames was wondering if Virgill had any son old enough to help him save his daughter. Sadly Virgill couldn't help him but a mare that recently joined the herd named Circa stepped in. Virgill and Circa hadn't met her son yet but they would the moment Virgill would return home. Thames's daughter Esmeralda appeared to be in love with a stallion that her parent's didn't like very well, Thames had mentioned that Esmeralda was too blinded by his love to realize who he truly was. Virgill of course wasn't very up to it breaking them apart but if it meant so much to Thames Virgill was ready to help him. If it was one of Virgil’s daughter he would do the best he could to lead them the right way so they could live a happy life.

The stallion had completely lost track of where he was though maybe it was for the best. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a mare, a very pretty mare. Though he was not the only one watching the mare, another stallion was approaching the mare. Without hesitation the bay starts trotting towards the mare. His ears prick forward when he notices that the stallion is speaking and catches his words. The bay thoroughbred soon comes to a halt when he is close enough. He smiles politely to the mare and nods. "Hi" he then says. The other stallion had asked for her name and he didn't want to cut her off. He would just tell her his name when she had finished speaking.
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CAEL;
He finds himself in Homeless, again. He'd been anxious, what with Saga hanging around, and not being quite sure how to treat the mare. Cael had done the only thing he thought appropriate at the time, and fled. It wasn't that he was uncertain of extending his invitation to Saga; despite his lack of social interaction (and most definitely a lack of skill) lately, he knew it'd been the only right thing to do. A young mare like that, cruelly abandoned with foal and no place to go--it wasn't decent, and the least Cael could do was offer her a home. And he'd meant it, when he said no strings attached. He didn't expect her to stick around, or to be one of his herd--he had already decided that unless she asked for some reason, he'd never officially claim her. Having her around was plenty for him.

Her life, her vibrance, her happiness in such a situation had done it; it made Cael even more aware of how utterly alone he was in the empty, open spaces of Griffin's Wash. So he's here wandering in Homeless again, even though he hates it. He hates having to measure up to other stallions in the eyes of some stranger; he hates the unnecessary formalities some still haven't dispensed with; he hates going into a situation blind, he hates being surrounded by strangers and in a place he can't know every twist and turn, nook and cranny or shadowy spot of.

So because of this, he's tense as he wanders, stumbling onto the little grouping of equines. He's bumped into a large bay, and he reels away almost gracelessly, which is so out of the norm for him, he has to fight from flailing. His first instinct is to apologize, and he flinches away from the trio. He wishes he'd simply startled himself out of his own pensive thoughts, but now he has to say something for his rather rude entrance. Glancing down, Cael's voice is soft when he murmurs, "Excuse me. I was lost in my own thoughts--I didn't mean to crash into you in such a way." The apology is clearly directed to the bay, but he offers a polite smile to the mare as well and adds, "And you as well, miss. Please, excuse my interruption." He pauses, weighing his words before finishing, "But, if it does not bother you, I'll join in the conversation?"

His brown gaze falls to the stallions around him, pleased to finally see a group he doesn't tower over like a giant. He isn't sure where in the conversation he's literally stumbled in to, but everyone seems to be waiting and so he figures that, yet again, as the last to arrive, he's missed her name, or he's going to repeat the same things again. One of Cael's ears flicks back to bury in his dusty mane and he holds back a sigh. This is going to be a long afternoon.


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It seemed as though eons had passed before the mare finally composed herself. The tears no longer falling and the once-boiling anger had become little more than a simmering emotion which she pushed to the back of her mind. Even the fear over the parasite that may be growing within her body was dulled and all but forgotten as grief tried to make its way to the fore. Dittany was well trained and knew better than to let it show while there was the risk that another may see her in such a state. Ignoring the overwhelming sense of loss, the mare forces herself into a more upright position, her face now cleared of the silver trails that had once run from her eyes. Her attention was turned to trying to figure out what corner of Kormada she had ended up in. Blind panic and fear had robbed her of any sense of direction in her mad gallop here, so she had only her surrounding to attempt to deduce her current location from.

The ground she stood upon was comprised of compacted dirt, rather than sand, and was littered with hoofprints of all shapes and sizes – too many to belong to any one herd. The grass, despite covering the vast majority of the earth, looked short and tough, obviously well grazed and trampled by the traffic which used the island. And then there were the scents of too many equines to count – a mixture of so many stallions and mares that it was almost impossible to define one scent from another. This had to be a common land, unclaimed by any singular equine yet used by the masses. She had heard tales of how the horses on this side of the world lived their lives; a single stallion claiming a handful of mares and using as many of them as possible to reproduce. Perhaps that was what made placed like this so vital to them – a way of meeting strangers so that the risk of inbreeding was reduced. Even so, the concept was alien to Dittany. A mare of her breeding should only ever be paired with one stallion and that joining ought to be for life. A cold shiver ran down her spine at the thought; she wouldn’t return to Still, not after what that beast had done, but it left her a disgraced mare – worse than widowed. She was no longer deserving of her family name or her previous standing … yet she would still try to cling to both, knowing that she was likely to be one of the last of the pure-bred line. It was all she had left.

The sound of approaching hoof beats diverts her attention away from her sullen thoughts. Curled lobes rotated back into a more neutral position as her contrasting tail swished against her golden hide. Her gaze was extended out to the horizon where the silhouettes of equines unknown appeared dotted around the territory. It was by no means densely populated, but there were a couple of strangers within sight. Some of which appeared to be making a beeline towards her. Her upbringing had her automatically raise her head somewhat as she rests her weight more evenly across all four hooves, making herself appear at least vaguely presentable. Dittany had to prevent herself from looking disappointed as the first stallion greeted her without so much as an incline of his head, introducing himself and asking for her name as if she was just another common mare. But that was all she could be seen as now, if that. No-one within these lands would recognise her as the princess she was born to be, there would be no favourable treatment, no expectations made for her – and, in a way, she was glad of that. She was no more than damaged, second-hand goods now and of no use to anyone.

Two more stallions approached in a brief space of time and another seemed to be making his way over, but Dittany had no intention of taking up any more of their time. She didn’t give her name and didn’t wait for any more hopeful males to waste their energy crossing to the corner of the Homeless that she’d found herself in. A steading breath had to be taken before she could speak, her voice hopefully just strong enough to carry to the grey that was trudging across the land towards them. “I’m sorry gentlemen, but your journey has been in vain.” Her gaze is diverted to the floor, her voice dropping before she attempted to utter anything more. “I will take up no more of your time.” Her head inclined slightly as she dismissed herself, turning away and strode half-heartedly towards the boarder. She would find her way, somehow, to some distant corner of the Dreamscape where she could grieve in peace before trying to figure out where here path would take her from here.
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The Arabesque stallion roamed about the Homeless Grounds in a detached manner, nodding to ladies who might want his company and walking away from the stallions that didn't. The handsome male wandered, milling in and about the tress and wading through the shallow waves on the beach. His thoughts wandered to Athena, one of his more loyal mares, and how she was pregnant with their third child. Thames was indifferent about either gender, but he knew that he would strive to be a better father. After a few hours of wandering and blank thoughts, the rose brindled stallion finally thought to approach a mare. When he finally found a mare, she already had three suitors. His blue eyes flashed in deliberation, but the brindle decided to approach anyway. As he did so, his ears twisted forward to hear the lovely maiden speak.

Thames feels the sadness that radiates from the young female, and his heart goes out to her. His dove gray lips offer the mare a kinder sort of smile. "Pardon my intrusion, miss. I'd like to think my time with would serve one purpose or another. Hopefully just enough to make you smile." The Arabian's blue eyes flicker to the other stallion's who might have rolled their eyes, but this was no line. He was just trying to be sweet. "Forgive me for judging on guesses, but you seem sad. I would like to continue to talk with you and maybe prove that you can be happy again." The rose riddled male hoped he wasn't being forward or wrong in his guessing that she was sad. But he was giving it a go anyway.
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The tobiano watched in silence as a second stallion joined them, this one much taller than himself or the mare. The bay's greeting is short as Shaniko probably already stole his question. Only a couple of moments later the half arabian watched another taller stallion bump into the bay as if he was so caught up in his own thoughts that the world around him was completely lost. He of course apologizes and the tobiano is happy that he was not the one run into. Being run into by a stallion of such size might have landed him in the dirt he was now standing on.

Brown and Glass eyes turned back to the mare, realizing that she had not answered him. Surely she would now that a couple more suitors stood before her. The mare too seemed lost in her thoughts as though her mind was in a far away place. It was like himself and the other two stallions before her meant very little to her. Shaniko looked away from her, deciding to be patient. As he looked out across the land he could see another stallion coming toward the little group. He wondered if that stallion would have more luck with getting a rise out of the mare. Part of him really doubted it. He had an inkling that this mare really didn't want to be there at all. He thought about that a moment and came to the conclusion that most mares probably didn't want to come to the homeless to be snatched up by some stallion who could possibly turn on them later. Shaniko himself had never done such a thing, but it wasn't unheard of. In fact it was probably quite common in certain alliances such as darks. The stallion's roan ears almost twisted backward at the thought, but he restrained them. He didn't want anyone around him to get the wrong idea.

The mare finally spoke and Shaniko felt himself standing up straighter. Her words were not praiseworthy however. She was going to leave them standing there. He had met many mares in his time, but none he had ever seen had walked out of a conversation in such a way. His eyes turned to the other two stallions, wondering what they would do because he was slightly dumbfounded. As he looked toward the other two stallions another one joined them. He seemed to be sweet and understanding, as many acted in the homeless. Shaniko hadn't planned to say anything, but words just seemed to tumble from his mouth. "I'm sure we would all like to bring you happiness, miss. Some stallions might wish to do you wrong, but I don't feel that this group here as any intention of doing such a thing." She had already begun to leave, but the stallion hoped that he had been heard.
Stallions

Corr, Shaniko, Rangle, Nightwing
Mares

Nakoma, Mexico, Hadley, Shaquita,Zaltana, Dawn, Flare, Nala, Blair, Quartni,

Foals
Harmony (born July 31 2012), Aislinn (Born Oct. 26, 2012), Marvel (Born Oct 27, 2012), Catori (Born Sept. 22 2012), Bouron (Jan 10, 2013)


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Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living

I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven
Shortly after the bay stallion had approached the mare someone crashed into him. He looked at the equine that had crashed into him with a surprised look on his face. It was a dunskin overo around the same height as the bay. His ears prick forward as the dunskin starts talking, apologizing for crashing into him. "It's okay, accidents happen" Virgill then said to the dunskin and a second afterwards his attention was on the mare he had approached. The seventeen hand stallion listens as the mare speaks, telling them that their journey had been in vain. For a moment the thoroughbred wants to allow the mare to leave but she appeared to be worth to fight for. However Virgill would feel very uncomfortable asking the mare to stay when she didn't seem to want to. The bay watches as the mare turns away but soon a familiar stallion approaches her and starts speaking to her. It was Thames, his ally. The bay says nothing, just listens while he talks. After the brindle stallion had spoken the stallion who had approached first spoke. Virgill nodded when he spoke in agreement.

Since it appeared all the stallions were trying to convince the mare to stay Virgill decided to say few words. "Miss, my name Virgill and hold claim over Miser's Thicket. There are loads of loving equines in Miser's Thicket that I think you would get along with if you would want to make the rash decision and join me now" he pauses for a second before continuing. "If you chose I could give you some amount of time to decide whether you would like to stay in Miser's Thicket or not" The stallion stops talking. He wondered if he was being too pushy but this mare seemed to be leaving soon so it was now or never.
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CAEL;;

Another stallion approaches the small grouping, and Cael makes himself focus on the mare's dismissal rather than the anxiety that accompanies yet another equine crowding in around him. If he feels trapped, he can't imagine how the entire situation must feel to the mare.

He's preparing himself to go, readying a polite goodbye and a wish for her to be well when the others begin to speak. All the stallions, in turn, start....it's not even an attempt to reassure her, but it's a clear dismissal of her feelings, as if all she needs is them to be happy. He snorts in derision, because really? Are they all so egotistical that they think a simple assurance that they seek her 'happiness' (by possessing her, of course, which is yet another issue Cael has with homeless. To own another equine just doesn't seem right) and her safety as one of their own herd will help her? They've no manners, or brains, apparently.

He'd never really thought about it from the mare's perspective before, but he knows if there was a gaggle of unknown, possibly-hostile equines surrounding him, all likely bigger and far stronger, intent on taking him home and doing who knows what when they get him there, he'd be terrified. Cael is again reminded why he hates the Homeless grounds so vehemently. He perks his ears forward and listens to the machinations of the three other stallions, and it is the final speech that has him shifting, agitated.

His ears flicker back, pinned into his forelock in annoyance and he asks, an edge to his voice as he fights to keep it polite, "She's clearly stated she has no interest, and yet you three persist in offering homes and assurances that you are who can bring her happiness?" He rolls his eyes and adds, almost viciously, "We know nothing of her, or of her situation; therefore any promise to make her life better is silly and egotistical at best, and a blatant lie at worst. She wants to leave; let her go from us in peace. Unless your egos can't handle such a thing?"

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His body has grown rather weary of his travels. The ocean salt had become an all too familiar taste upon his tongue. Water drips from his wavy forelock, tracing the chiseled, harsh lines of his baroque profile. Pearl white sand clings to his feathered legs as he pulls himself from the ocean’s smothering grasp and into the salt grasses. He blinks away some of the droplets of ocean water that have strayed onto his eyelashes before giving his body a shake. His mane sticks to either side of his neck and his tail is reluctant to fall back into place from his haunch. The stallion snorts.

Not far off a group of stallions have congregated around a single mare - not an uncommon sight in the Homeless. Icarus watches from the salt grasses for some time, his deep set eyes made alight by Prime’s rays. Their scents are muddle and nearly indistinguishable in the stagnant summer humidity. His ears swivel to catch snippets of their conversation before he moves forward to join them.

He is not familiar with any of the stallions here, but he is sure they will know him by the end of the day. His expression is stoic and heady. An arrogant smile slips across his lips as the stallions speak in turn. Cael, the tall stallion he has come to stand beside, is the last to speak. Icarus watches silently as the awkward stallion roils with his own emotions. The dark stallion frowns.

“Do you not have a herd of your own to fill, stallion?” He retorts in a voice not unlike the ocean waves. He clears his throat, offering a polite nod towards the other stallions before turning to the golden mare. She has her back turned towards the group as if to leave, and so Icarus peels away from the other suitors and takes a few steps in her direction.

“Are you lost, Lady?” he asks her. He bows his head as if to make himself appear less threatening to the small female, if not also as a sign of respect. He hopes she might turn around. He was a more chivalrous stallion than most, somewhat trapped in the ways of old. “Perhaps, we can help you find your way... not all is safe in this region of Kormada.” He flicks his wavy, liver chestnut tail, a wary ear set towards the other stallions behind him.

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It didn’t take the golden Katariwari long to realise that these stallions weren’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer. Still more gathered despite her dismissing them; the grey was being particularly persistent, deciding to trail behind her in an attempt to make her believe that he alone would be able to blot out all her sorrow and bring a smile back to her features in the expanse of just one meeting. The elegant mare does little more than swish her silvery tail in response – nothing that male said or did would bring a smile to her face following the devastation that she had witnessed so recently.

Next, the roan pinto took his chance to speak, but his words were of no comfort either. Her delicately curled lobes turned back and lids were closed over her eyes for a moment, even as she walked. There was no stallion that could do anything more to her. She was already potentially carrying the spawn of a brute and her family had been murdered – she was likely to be one of the last of her breed with next to no hope of ever reviving it. What more could any mortal do?

Yet another voice met her ears – that of the bay she presumed – and was conceited enough to try and lay claim to her there and then. His words and tone made it sound as though he thought he believed that he was granting the maiden some great boon, and that he would even allow her time to consider the proposition. In any other situation, she would have turned on the spot and reprimanded the brute infront of his peers, denting his ego and leaving him vulnerable to humiliation. But not now – too much of her spirit had been extinguished and she did little more than twitch her tail in a half-hearted display of irritation.

Just before she went out of earshot, yet another of her potential suitors piped up, though his words differed greatly from those that stallions before him had spoken. Being referred to as a ‘she’ or ‘her’ while still within earshot was a stinging blow to her pride, yet this male’s efforts to protect an unknown mare were vaguely touching. Nevertheless, she didn’t hear any of the brutes leave the area they occupied. Delicate hooves hesitated a little, her stride slowing slightly as she was forced to review her situation once more. She couldn’t change what had happened and despite her grief, she knew that she would eventually have to find somewhere to live and that life would go on. It would never be the same again – but she would continue to exist despite her shattered heart. Now, in this moment of time, spending the rest of her days in solitude was a tempting proposition... But, in time, she would grow lonely.

With so many suitors surrounding her, it seemed silly to leave and only have to face these brutes once again in a few seasons. She could only delay the inevitable, inadvertently extending the agony … or she could try to embrace this opportunity. Solitude verses food, protection and shelter offered to her on a platter – she’d have to fight for her privacy but there was always the chance that she could regain her freedom someday. If these recent events had taught her anything, it was that nothing is certain.

The ebony stallion sidles up to her now, his initial words to the other brutes goes unheard by the maiden, though the subtle bob of his head doesn’t go unnoticed. Her pace slows until she finds herself simply standing, listening to his words and offer of aid, though she doesn’t turn to look at the equine. His words are allowed to hang in the silence for a moment or two before her jaws part. “For one to be lost, they must first have a heading.” Her words were quiet, barely audible to the equine stood alongside and most likely unnoticed by the others. Two paths were laid before her now; to continue onwards and wallow in self-pity, or to turn and face these creatures, to take up residence with one of them while she rode the tidal wave of grief. And, if her fears were true, she could potentially find some form of support from other mares in a herd whereas alone, she’d have to survive of instinct alone.

Despite these arguments for and against, the decision is not an easy one for the Katharwari to make. Another moment lingers before lids close delicately over her hazel eyes and a steadying breath drawn into her lungs as she eventually turns to face her optimistic audience. Subtly her pose changes, her head rising slightly so that she should address them a little easier. Each and every one of her suitors stood taller than she, though this failed to intimidate the maiden. As a royal, she was used to being crowded and the mixed blood of her old herd meant that there was no regulatory size for its members. Many of her family’s closest knights were horses of draft blood – for obvious reasons – so she was accustomed to being flanked by taller equines.

She allows the pause stand for a brief moment, though she offers no explanation for her change of mind. Her hazel eyes flick between each of the stallions, her gaze resting upon a couple of them for a heartbeat longer than the others before her jaws are parted. “I will not lie; I am not familiar with these lands or your traditions, but I will hear your names along with a description of your homelands and your … harems ... as they stand. Following which, I shall make my choice.” The word ‘harems’ left a bitter taste in her mouth, for she was soon to become little more than a body added to one of them. Swallowing her pride was nothing in comparison to the dread of having to announce her suspicions regarding her current condition. But that would wait. She may still find a way out of this and there seemed to be little point in expending energy worrying over a problem that she may not have to encounter.
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The brindled Arabian casts his blue eyes back to the other stallions, nodding in agreement with the first stallion to speak. His gaze narrows when the bay speaks next, ears twisting back in disbelief. She was already anxious about being here, and he was going to force to decide on him now? If Thames were ale to read minds, he would have set Cael straight. All Thames was about was pleasing his mares, never forcing them to do anything, think about or decide anything. Maybe Cael was just the egotistical one here. The brindled stallion almost cast a thankful look toward the newcomer as he first speaks to the taller male. Then his ears twist back; the newcomer's tone seems almost ominous when speaking in reference to this part of the world. A slightly confused look crossed the brindle's features, but the demeanor fades away when Dittany begins to speak.

Thames can only hope that she would hear him out. His dove gray ears twist forward, listening to her every word. She wasn't from these lands which wasn't uncommon. A single ear flicks at her voicing the word 'harems'. He could tell that she didn't like the word, much like himself. His blue eyes remain on her form, looking to her face to get a more direct look and interaction. He bows his head respectfully and begins. "My name is Thames, and I live in Holy Track. It is a mountainous land with large hills, expanses of wood and fields. A large clear lake rests in the middle of the territory. My family consists of myself, six other mares, and my sons and daughters." The brindled gray pauses for a moment, pity furrowing his brow and making his tone more sympathetic. "I'm not saying that I can solve all of your problems. But I know that I can try. And that's more than I can say for some stallions who just want another mare. I can try to give you all that you want or need; I can try to ease your pain. I hope you'll consider me."

Thames could never have been more sincere; he felt for the mare. The brindle had no idea what she was going through, but he could relate if he knew. His land and family had been attacked by Scarmakers. His own sire, right after he was born, went missing, unable to remember anything of his life before. Thames, for the first year or so of his life, lived without his sire, deprived of that influential being. His mother wasn't even the same mare; he had been crushed once by the loss of her first love and was in pieces after Covenant's disappearance, but she had stayed strong for him. Thames knew how strong mares could be. And he could only pray that a mare could love him the way Sentiao loved his father. The brindled stallion nods after he finished speaking, offering a small hopeful smile in Dittany's direction.
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Yet another stallion had joined this group to vie for the attention of one mare. The stallion wasn't sure he had ever seen so many stallions gather for a single mare. It made him feel almost uneasy, but he shoved the feeling away when the bay's voice caught his ears. Shaniko's head swiveled to look at the bay in shock. He sounded as though he wasn't giving the mare a choice. Who had raised such a stallion? The next stallion's words were even stranger. Surely he had made the long trek for the purpose of growing a herd and he was going to let this mare go so easily. In the pinto's experience that was not the way to attract a mare, but horses on Kormada continued to surprise him. It was then that the newest stallion spoke, calling out the tall stallion on his words.

A change in the mare's movements caught the bay roan tobiano's eye. She seemed to be changing her mind. She spoke to the group and indicated that her choice would be made quickly.

The first to speak was the grey brindle. From what Shaniko could gather he seemed to be a nice fellow.

Shaniko recognized that it was his turn to speak. He looked to the golden mare and smiled. "I am known as Shaniko. I've recently located my her to a land called Border Springs in the Scantland. This land is filled with many cold springs and thick green growth. The land is mostly flat with just a few hills here and there. My herd is like my family and I want to supply them with everything that they need. My family includes three mares who have been with my for many years and all of our foals who are too young to be out on their own. All of my mares are good natured and welcoming in demeaner. "[color] Shaniko hoped that his description would help the mare come to a decision. He was the kind that thought all horses should have happiness.
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Stallions

Corr, Shaniko, Rangle, Nightwing
Mares

Nakoma, Mexico, Hadley, Shaquita,Zaltana, Dawn, Flare, Nala, Blair, Quartni,

Foals
Harmony (born July 31 2012), Aislinn (Born Oct. 26, 2012), Marvel (Born Oct 27, 2012), Catori (Born Sept. 22 2012), Bouron (Jan 10, 2013)


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Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living

I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven
After the bay had spoken, the stallion that had bumped into him earlier begun to defend the mare from the three stallions, that were according to the dunskin lying to her. Virgill didn't mean to be rude or overwhelming towards the mare, yes the mare was going to leave and if she would say no then alright. He was simply putting out his offer if she would change her mind. However the way the dunskin overo spoke towards the other stallions was true, they couldn't really guarantee that she would be happy if she would join them but did any other mare in the homeless have such thing guaranteed? When the dunskin overo stallion said the word egoist, Virgill got a tiny bit frustrated. He was very far from being a egoist and he was not a liar. He never said he could make the mare's better but he would of course try to bring happiness to her life. "I think you should just shut up now, the mare is capable of speaking for herself" the bay said to Cael. Virgill was not used to being a rude stallion but he didn’t really like the dunskin overo at the moment. Another stallion joins them, a black stallion with only few white spots on his rump. He spoke to the mare and shortly after she replies.

Virgill began to think if he had been insensible earlier by offering her a home so soon but at that time the stallion thought the mare was leaving and he had said to himself that it was now or never. He pushed the thought away when the mare began to speak. Asking the stallions for their names and description of their homelands, the next word hit the bay hard. He tries not to focus too much on the word and listen to what the other stallions had to say. When two of the stallions have spoken the bay feels as if he should speak now. "Before I tell you about my homeland I would like to apologize if you felt like I was being pushy before" the bay pauses and looks over at the mare with a weak smile on his lips. "Like I said earlier, my name is Virgill and I hold claim over Miser's Thicket, located in the Tranceland. It is located in the center of the Tranceland, Miser's Thicket is rather small. As the name applies, the land is covered in trees, it is usually foggy there but the land is warm." he takes another short pause before he begins to talk about his mares. "I live in Miser's Thicket with seven mares that I hold claim over and my foals, then there is a beta in my land named KES that holds claim over a mare and her foal is there with her as well." Virgill stops speaking. His gaze is directed at the ground. Now it was only to wait for the mare's action.
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Almost as soon as he finishes speaking, another stallion approaches him. Apparently he catches the tail end of Cael's comment, even as he bypasses the group of males to trail after the mare. Cael shrugs at his question, and his reply is quiet enough that the bay may not even hear it, considering how he's moved from all the others. "Apparently, not so desperately as you need to."

But whatever this stallion said, it has the mare trailing back and Cael is nervous again because here he'd thought everything was done, he could head home--apparently not. Now she's asking for land names and herd numbers and all things Cael doesn't really want to speak of in front of an entire group of strange males who could easily be a threat to him. Every muscle in his body tenses, and he's silent and nervous, almost flighty, as each of the stallions take their turns.

He listens, half aware of all the little things offered, picking up on little and caring about even less. Each of the little stories, and Cael hears the emphasis on happiness and how each is willing to offer; he wonders if his own little rant had inspired such. The speeches sound practiced and they are offered with casual, easy confidence. Cael has never felt like such a duck out of water as he does at this moment. His own turn to speak is drawing closer and closer, and then before the bay next to him even offers anything, he's reprimanding Cael, like he's some sort of wayward yearling who is all underfoot and causing problems. This makes the dunskin outright laugh, a loud, amused chuckle before he realizes that probably wasn't a good choice and chokes it back with a cough.

Who does this stallion even think he is? He's no older than Cael, and he's not made himself out to be some massive shining beacon of perfection, politeness and awesome adult responsibility. He's no different than Cael or any of the others here. So Cael just rolls his eyes and says, "Well, that was entirely unnecessary." And he's tempted to suggest the stallion take his own ill-advised advice, but he refrains. Mostly, because the stallion (Virgil, apparently) is already talking again, and Cael watches in amusement as he repeats all the information he'd offered before.

But quicker than he's happy with or expecting, Virgil finishes and Cael is expected to speak. With all eyes on him and the need to actually speak loud enough to be heard, Cael freezes up again. His voice sticks in his throat and he can't speak for long, agonizing moments. When he finally manages to force out words, Cael's voice is quiet and he has to fight to keep it from being stilted. "I'm Cael; I live in Griffin's Wash, a small territory along a river on the edge of the Scantland. My mother and newborn sister are staying with me, as is a single mare and her daughter, until she feels safe enough in their health to move on." And it's not impressive, not like all the other stallions, spouting off about mares and colorful descriptions of their mares and lands. What should Cael say, exactly? Everyone he loves has died, his children left? He abandoned Marquiessa's Cove so that he'd simply forget about Lavinia and Alex? That's not exactly conducive to a solid conversation. So he leaves it at the and offers a polite smile; it's going to have to do.


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Perhaps, if the liver chestnut draft stallion had heard Cael’s murmured retort he would have turned to smile at the towering dunskin. Perhaps, he would have found some respect for the awkwardly tall, Cael, and perhaps he would have apologized. However, like all of the other stallions here, his mind was set (his body crouched and his tongue yearning) on one thing. What a lie it would be to say that Icarus was any different from the group of stallions the mare was attempting to leave behind her. Still, he cannot completely contain the arrogant smirk that flickers across his dark lips as Dittany comes to a halt.

A low, grumbling chuckle escapes him when she replies, though his heart is light and the smile he offers her is even lighter. She seemed sensible enough… So as she makes her return to the group, the darkly colored stallion follows her (possibly not unlike the knights of her fallen kingdom had done so many times before). He notices the subtle change in her posture, the regal elegance that fleets acrossed her neckline despite her sorrowful eyes. Icarus himself has resumed his typical high-headed stance as he trails along behind her. As she comes to a still before her group of suitors, Icarus settles comfortably beside her.

He listens as each stallion takes a turn at story telling, but his eyes flick to the golden mare like prime’s rays glancing through her silvery mane. Perhaps, he is foolish to feel as if it were somehow his duty to protect this mare… the way he feels the need to protect every other mare he finds lost and lonely in this foreign, strange land. Perhaps his need to defend the weaker sex comes with his aching past… his failure to protect his dam and twin sister from their untimely deaths…..

He finds himself again, pulls himself from the roiling ocean of his thoughts and he smiles to himself. When it is his turn to address the lady he dips his head again, his wavy forelock tickling his whiskery nose.

“Lady,” he begins, because she has not given him a name to call her. “My name is Icarus. I live in the Weeping Towers. My herd is humble in size, and just barely beginning to grow.” He is careful not to be too specific around these other males. His mares would be easily coveted and sought after, and while Icarus would always defend them, he’d rather keep a certain degree of mystery and animosity towards his peers; they didn’t need to know everything. “The land is plentiful and beautiful….” he says with a gentle smile, his voice not unlike coarseness of his hide.... the weathered bark of the neighboring trees….

He is the last of the group of suitors to speak, and while his descriptions are vague he would tell her more should she want to know. As smart a mare as she seemed, perhaps she would know why he did not speak so freely about his herd. Surely there were secrets kept in her previous kingdom to ensure the safety of the royals…. His ladies were no different.

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