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| mustangcanyon | Aug 6 2013, 09:56 PM Post #1 | ||||
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A blue roan mare made her way across the homeless. Her short summer coat was already almost dry because of the heat of the day, but her lengthy mane and tail were still damp. She was of the mustang breed and represented it well. She was a stocky mare, but a little taller than most of her breed. Her face was entirely white and her eyes were blue in color. The mare walked with purpose, having been to the homeless once before. On that occasion she had left with Samhain. Sadly, the stallion had disappeared, along with their first son. The mare had stayed in the land until her second son was old enough to claim it. The memories had been too much for her and she had decided to leave. She was no longer needed there and she needed to move on with her life. The mare shook her head and tried to ignore her sad thoughts. She wanted to appear happy and healthy. She wanted this adventure over with. She wanted a fresh start in a new place. It was true that she was extremely nervous, as she had been the first time she had been in the homeless, but if the right stallion came her way she knew he wouldn't mind. The mare decided to stand in the middle of an open meadow and wait for whoever thought she was worthwhile. |
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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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| ƒierce | Aug 6 2013, 11:10 PM Post #2 | ||||
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i've not yet begun to defile myself.
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The rose gray stallion walked slowly through the Homeless Grounds. It seemed like forever since he had been here, and it truly had. His herd numbers had dwindled to but himself, Rachel, and a few of his children who still stuck around. Zerik wasn't exactly the type to just let the pieces fall where they may; so he decided to give his herd a go again, knowing that his father would be disappointed in him if he let Ashen go barren of inhabitants. So here he was. The half-Arabian walked thoughtfully until he came upon a blue roan mare. She was pretty and not trying to attract attention to herself or acting vain, which the rose gray liked. A smile was on his lips as he approached her, a nicker rumbling in his throat. "Hello, miss. My name is Zerik. May I ask of your name?" | ||||
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| FearlessWings | Aug 7 2013, 12:56 AM Post #3 | ||||
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The huge stallion sauntered into the land somewhat moodily. His Vilarsei wasn't anywhere to be found, and a growing suspicion was starting to settle it's black presence heavily over his powerful withers. Instead of staying in the Raid and wallowing in self pity, it was decided that he needed to get out. He still mulled over his two children that had been there upon his arrival. An arrival that seemed to throw his son's world into a whirlwind. Esroh couldn't tell the boy's emotions. A soft snort managed to escape his large nostrils; Aries was much like himself, however his son had been raised in a place that was not nearly as hostile and Esroh in his youth. His youth. Well, that was starting to leave him. Thirteen years was considered the prime for some horses, but for a stallion that was derived from such a large breed, it was considered old. Still, Esroh cut quite the figure, even in his older age. He stood just over twenty hands, a mass of wiry muscles. Looking over his withers and his hip, the points were fairly prominent, though not bony. There was still a while to go before he looked poor. Black hide stretches over the large boned stallion, with a blazed white face, and alabaster crawling well up his legs. In his disappearance, his mane had grown long and thick, and the tangled masses easily reached his shoulders or hung well past his neck. Two scarlet eyes blazed beneath thick lashes, once haughty, cruel and mean, now simply wizened, sharp, and witty with a touch of cunning. His Vilarsei had changed him for the better, and had taught him that cruelty was not always the answer. Lost in thought, it came to Esroh as quite the surprise when two equines appeared in a very short distance in front of him. His long, heavily feathered legs barely hitched as he collected himself and continued forward. He came near the duo, scoping out the best approach. The gray stud was starting to speak, so Esroh fit himself in nicely a couple paces from either. He looked at the littler mare, who was quite the looker in her blue pelted youth. Her eyes revealed something akin to what was in the mind of Esroh. Seemingly searching, but with a hopeless gleam that danced subtly around the edges. She seemed to have been through quite a bit in her time to have that look. A dry smirk played on velvety lips. Instead of an introduction, he started his conversation somewhat oddly. "We will search our entire lives, look over our shoulder for eternity, yet never see what our eyes had sought, hearts found solace in. Never feel that comfort of a known body again. It can be quite depressing, eh?" His sad, scarlet eyes doing poorly to accomodate the ill-fated smile he tried to plaster on his face. He merely sighed, a short blast through his nostrils. The hollow noise seemed to echo what his heart was feeling. In his heart, he knew he probably wouldn't see his Vilarsei again. He was stubborn at first. But he knew her; she would check in with her children, which was more than he could say for himself. She would not have left them alone in this world unless she simply couldn't make it. Shaking off his obvious moodiness, he inclined his head to each of them, an arrogant toss that meant he had control of himself again. "Esroh of Fox's Raid." Esroh, the lost one who returned home to his grown children and no lead mare. Esroh of vivid emotions. Esroh, who didn't quite think he was stable enough from his...sickness...to return to the social world but wanted to anyway out of pure hard-headedness. |
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| mustangcanyon | Aug 13 2013, 10:40 AM Post #4 | ||||
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The mare relaxed one of her back legs so that the hoof stood on it's tip. She was nervous, but was trying her hardest not to let it show. Good things had come out of becoming socialized again. She kept her eyes open and looked for any horses that could potentially be coming her way. There was one stallion in particular who was heading toward her. There was a second stallion behind him. The rose grey got to her first. He nickered to her and introduced himself as Zerik. The blue roan gave him a smile, but decided to wait until the other stallion joined them to say her name. It would be a little easier than repeating herself. From far away the draft stallion has seemed huge, much larger than Samhain, but up close he towered over her form. His looks were somewhat scary to her, but she didn't display her feelings outwardly. She hoped neither stallion would look at her eyes for too long and see all the feelings the blue held inside. The draft began to speak and his words only confused Nakoma. She wasn't versed in etiquette and and some uses of word play confused her. She had been alone so long that anything her mother had taught her had been all but forgotten and Samhain had loved her the way she was and hadn't really liked such things himself. The mare gave the draft a smile when he finally said his name. She then addressed the both of them. "My name is Nakoma." The mare paused for a moment. She didn't want to draw this out so she would ask her questions quickly. "Can you tell me a little about yourselves, where you live and what your herds consist of?" [ooc: I hope this post isn't as jumbled as I think it is.] |
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| ƒierce | Aug 13 2013, 01:04 PM Post #5 | ||||
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i've not yet begun to defile myself.
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The rose gray returned the brief smile that the mare gave in his direction, and he did not press her for an answer to his question. He soon saw why she waited: a hug draft stallion, who easily towered over the rose gray by four hands or more. Zerik tried to not let this ruffle his feathers, but it was a little unnerving. He nods to the draft stallion at his words; that would be depressing, but that didn't necessarily happen to everyone. The draft introduced himself as Esroh. Then the lady spoke, calling herself Nakoma. She asked for them to reveal about themselves, herds and land. So, the rose gray nodded and allowed himself to go first, as he had arrived before Esroh. "I live in Ashen with one other mare called Finch. One of my other mares passed away, and the other is a Rogue who I have not seen in some time. Most of my children are grown, but some of the youngest stayed home. A few nieces and nephews have been visiting, but my herd is really only myself, Finch, and a few foals. The stallion pauses, not liking to talk about his diminished family. My land, typical of being in Marredland, is made up of some desert, but there are fertile places and quite a few places for fresh water and good vegetation to eat. There are some woods and meadows, but the land is largely flat with some hills." Esroh probably had some land with way more foliage and cover and mares to converse with, but, with the way the draft had spoken before, part of Zerik doubted the last detail. | ||||
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| FearlessWings | Aug 14 2013, 12:16 AM Post #6 | ||||
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Esroh was met with the usual unrest that he normally received upon meeting others who did not know him. He took it all in stride; having been born huge, he had dealt with this reaction his entire life. He never got tired of it; it was instilled in him that a good level of fear was never detrimental in life. While it could very well intimidate the mares, such as little Nakoma, that he wanted to win over, such were the way of things and always would be. The other stallion gave his name, Zerik, and shortly after his arrival, so did the roan. Her named suited her well. Little Nakoma put on a brave front upon his entrance into their conversation, but her eyes clearly displayed she was not comfortable around him. She met neither stallion's eyes. Esroh was not positive if he wanted a faint hearted mare in his....well did he even have a herd? At the same tone, she looked to be trying to heal from a past event, such as what Esroh was doing himself. Would it help to have around a mare who was trying to shake the ghosts of her past? At his words, confusion seemed to settle on her face like a light coating of dust. She did not respond. Esroh could not decide if he should be wasting his time here. Perhaps, that wasn't true either. Perhaps he was merely comparing her to his lover, and was disappointed that her individual self remained individual. He had to force himself to not outright pout. Emotions were throwing him off, and it was beginning to get irritating. It may be best if irritation blocked out the dismal sadness that wrapped itself around him. His mind came back to the real world when Nakoma asked information regarding themselves. Zerik seemed....impish?...of his words, like he was ashamed. Well, Zerik had more to his legacy than Esroh, although he too had suffered a loss. Whether she was his lover, his lead, or another plain herd mare, it was still a lose. Esroh rumbled his condolences. Esroh's turn. He let Zerik's words sink into Nakoma's mind while Esroh thought over what to say. "Well, as I previously stated, I am the leader of Fox's Raid. I just....returned...as it were. My lead mare and lover have disappeared, and I fear the worst. I just met our daughter we had that I had not seen since birth, and my heir is growing into a giant like myself. I feel just about as old as I look...my daughter is swollen with foal and is due soon. I do not have any other mares within my lands at this point. The Raid has this peculiar sand that shines like precious rocks. The area near Liberty Corner is cool with much water and grass, and you can see a landmark from another territory behind Liberty Corner. It has sustained my family, for I don't run large herds. We have our mixture of a blazing desert and cool areas. It is quite lovely." Word upchuck. Big time. Esroh wasn't trying to win her over; she was daunted by him enough as it was, but he liked his land and was proud of it. He could do without the wraith that pestered him, but he was fond of that land nonetheless. He looked over to Zerik and back to Nakoma. Her next words and actions would decide whether he needed to keep looking or not. His face was not an open leaf, therefore did not reveal his thoughts or emotions. Emotions. Damn them. |
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