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| `d e p p | Sep 24 2013, 04:26 PM Post #1 | ||||
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| TheIceViking | Sep 27 2013, 06:55 AM Post #2 | ||||
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Pippin steel gray overo • neutral • icelandic x unmol horse • 15.3 hands • quicksilver x corvo • grizzly heights » The three year old stallion dipped his head down and softly touched the surface of the frozen water with his muzzle, he could see a crooked reflection of himself underneath the ice. The steel gray overo stallion then softly poked the ice with his front hoof before he attempted to break the ice. It didn't take long the fifteen point three hand stallion long to get through the ice with his hoof. His muzzle stretched towards the water and he took few sips. It was not the cleanest water and the dirt that had settled at the bottom had now spread around the water. After few sips of the dirty water the stallion pulls his head up and glances around him. It hadn't been long since Pippin had last came here and he remembered how nervous he had been. After few minutes he had calmed a bit down, but the fear of embarrassing himself or doing something clumsy had caused him anxiety. Though now he was a tad more confident than before. » The steel gray overo began his search for a mare who might suit him. It was on rare occasions that that stallion ever searched for a specific looking mare, he would rather just approach a mare by the way she acted. If she would act overly confident, thinking that everyone had their eyes on her he would never approach, a cocky mare was something Pippin tried to avoid. Because he was a bit shy himself he found it hard to approach mares that looked shy. Pippin was hoping once he would grow a bit older his shyness would go away, but for now he was stuck with it and it was a torture to have a conversation with a equine that was shy as well. It was always awkward. » His brown eyes look at the surroundings, everything was covered in white snow. It reminded him of his younger sister, Cheney. The white snow was so pure and his little sister was everything to him. For a moment he regrets leaving his mother and sister behind. The first year of his life he had always felt very protective towards his mother seeing as she belonged to no herd. Though now she was living in Cold Well with her mate Florence. Pippin had nothing against Florence, but he still had to accept him into his life, though that hopefully wouldn't take long. The fifteen point three hand stallion reminds himself again why he is here, he was here to find a mare that would hopefully accept to join him and be his first mare. If he should be honest he had expected another mare to be the first one to join him, but he hadn't seen her in months. » Out of the corner of his eyes he notices a mare that was standing on her own. A calm smile appears on his dark colored lips, she looked very peaceful. Her pelt was bay with interesting white marking on her rump and back and some white spots around her body. The steel gray had to admit that she was indeed very beautiful. His elegant yet sturdy form began to move in direction towards the mare, with a friendly look on his features. He comes to a halt, facing the mare. "Hey" he said quietly to the mare, he had completely forgot to decide what to say to her. He was not one of those stallion that could just babble on and charm the mares, he was shy and a tad clumsy. "I am Pippin" he says to the mare. "I come from Grizzly Heights" he finally forced out of his maw. "What is your name?" he asked curiously. I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear. ![]() |
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| `d e p p | Oct 1 2013, 02:44 AM Post #3 | ||||
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| TheIceViking | Oct 11 2013, 03:57 AM Post #4 | ||||
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Pippin steel gray • neutral • icelandic x unmol horse • 15.3 hands • quicksilver x corvo • grizzly heights » Pippin was never sure what the cause of his shyness was. When he was around his mother and sister it looked like he was the most outgoing stallion. He was even able to act relaxed around Florence, it had taken a while but he was getting there. When he was young it seemed like shyness wasn't something that existed but when he grew up, all the pressure was probably the cause. The pressure to start a herd, to battle, to keep the bloodline going, to keep the promises he gave to mares he offered home. It seemed to take the bravery out of him. However he was hoping, that as he grew his confidence would grow with him. It had also been rather weird to not know his own father, but Florence had done his very best to be that father figure for him, and Pippin was thankful for that. » What Pippin had worried about the most had just happened, he had just approached a shy mare and there was no other stallion in the "conversation" to keep the topic alive. His ears prick forward when the mare speaks her name. Ivy. It was indeed a very pretty name, and suited the mare. There is a silence between them and Pippin wondered if it was his turn to speak. When he notices the mare's discomfort he can feel his growing. Pippin wondered if he should just get the hell out of this place, what mare would want to join a stallion that can hardly speak. He tries his hardest to find a new topic to talk about. » The steel gray overo needs to restrain himself from releasing a sight of release when the mare speaks. Asking him to tell her something about himself. The almost seventeen hand stallion had been so busy celebrating that the silence between them had been broken that he almost forgot to answer the mare. A awkward look crosses his features and he glances to the ground. He thinks for a moment before raising his head and speaking the mare. » A sweet smile is on his lips as he begins to speak. "Well ... where to start." he sad and chuckled nervously. "I grew up in Cold Well, however I spent the first year of my life traveling with my mother" he wondered if she was bored, who would want to listen to a stallion babble on about his family. "I recently claimed Grizzly Heights and hope to hold the claim over that land for a while, and currently I am the only herd member in my herd" he says and smiles awkwardly to the mare. "And yourself? Do you have anything to share?" he asks. Right after he speaks he remembers one important part. "Oh! and I am off the neutral alliance, decided to throw that in there" he mumbled his last words as he realised he might have cut off the mare. Maybe he was too nervous, perhaps he could just relax a bit then everything would go smoothly. He just had to relax. ooc :: he wont be this nervous all the time haha, I am planning that when he is around 4 - 5 years old he will grow out of it. I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear. ![]() |
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| ƒierce | Oct 11 2013, 01:04 PM Post #5 | ||||
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i've not yet begun to defile myself.
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MARTYRDON'T ASK ME TO BLEED ABOUT IT; I NEED THIS BLOOD TO SURVIVE The uniquely-colored stallion wandered forward, the blue hues in his coat stark against the threat of snow. His bright blue eyes, set in a white face, looked about with mild disinterest. He had come here yet again to find more mares for his herd. It seemed no one was interested in a nobody son of Viral, but it wasn't like Martyr was exactly putting emphasis on his lineage. He wasn't his father or Chronic, and he wouldn't make any promises to be like them either. He was eight years-old now, in his prime as it were and quite eager to battle Orion again. The roan was sure that the bay had amassed a herd larger than his, and Martyr couldn't help but be irritated by the thought. But Martyr had not seen Orion since he had gone to the Province to seek an alliance, however uneasy that relationship was. That had been when Emerson had told him of Sapphire Moon's death. Black ears twisted back, pinning into the jet tendrils of his mane. The Mustang Hybrid came to a stop on a low rise, Prime now warming his coat and showing off his unique pelt. His form was splashed in an overo pattern with a blue roan color. Within the mix were brown cornspots, all over the blue-gray base of his pelt. His underbelly and face both shine white, stark against the black of his points, mane and tail. But his bright blue eyes always shined, even with the contempt for an uneasy ally. The only thing he could do was keep trying, and that's what he was here to do. Martyr felt that he liked interactions in the Homeless Grounds better than Quick Claim. In the latter area, things moved almost too quickly. Not giving anyone a chance to get to know each other before shipping off for home. With a slow huff coming from his maw in a cloud of water vapor, the Mustang stepped off in a random direction, wondering if he was going to find a mare today. He was uneasy, in the back of his mind. But the stallion only raised his white face higher, neck arching attractively as he walked to find a mare to converse with. Within the hour, the blue roan overo came upon a spotted blanket mare and a steel gray overo stallion. It seemed, to Martyr, that they were still relatively uneasy around each other, which made him believe that it was still alright to approach. He has arrived in time to catch Pippin's story, the stallion. The younger male has made it quite apparent that he was new at this. But Martyr wouldn't brandish that in front of the mare who seemed quiet and a little meek herself. He nods to either of them, coming to a halt far enough from both of the other horses not to invade personal space. By now, there had been a few breaths between Pippin's speech and his arrival. So, Martyr took the opportunity that silence provided and spoke. "Hello I hope I'm not too late to come in." He takes a chance to smile in a friendly way at the mare and then nods respectfully to the gray. "My name is Martyr, and I come from Loon Echo Lake." It left a bitter taste on his tongue to say that he was from anywhere besides Serpent's Province, but he made no visible expression to suggest it. Bright blue eyes turned to the lovely bay maiden, and he flashed a smile and lowered his head in a slow gesture to further greet her. Raising his head back to a more normal level, Martyr opens his dark lips to speak again, directing his attention to the mare. "I'm afraid I didn't get to catch your name." HERE'S ONE YOU DON'T COMPROMISE; LIES COME HARD IN DISGUISEmale . blue roan overo . mustang hybrid . 15.3 hands . dark . loon echo lake |
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| `d e p p | Oct 12 2013, 12:28 AM Post #6 | ||||
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| TheIceViking | Oct 12 2013, 06:12 AM Post #7 | ||||
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Pippin steel gray overo• neutral • icelandic x unmol horse • 15.3 hands • quicksilver x corvo • grizzly heights » His brown eyes were focused on the mare as she spoke, it brought a smile to his face to hear that she was of the same alliance as himself. The mare did not look like she resided with equines that carried darker thoughts, but he had been very depressed to hear that a mare, as beautiful as this one would reside with those who are dark. Pippin didn't want to start thinking about the possibilities to brings this mare with him back to Grizzly Heights, but he couldn't help it. They were alone, and they were having a conversation, maybe not a very active one but still a conversation. He remembered the conversations he had with Coeur. Those could be about anything between the earth and the sky, and if silence fell upon them, it was only nice, not awkward like had sometimes happened between Ivy and him. He wondered, if she would chose him, would it always be like this? » A deep voice reaches his ears and he glances at Ivy, with a surprise (though it was not seen on his face). It took him few seconds to process what had happened, at first he had thought the mare was speaking and was shocked by the deep voice, but he then came to the realization that another stallion had joined the duo. At first Pippin felt very welcoming towards the stallion, but he could also feel how the jealousy rose. This stallion, that called himself Martyr was so confident, something that was missing in Pippin. He needed the confidence, the courage, well he had courage but not when it came to socializing with mares. The blue roan tells them (or her) what land he holds claim over, Loon Echo Lake, a territory he was not familiar with. » After the blue roans introduction the sixteen hand mare speaks again. Telling them about herself, like Pippin had been doing earlier. He nodded when he spoke, he could not really tell but what he had heard, it appeared as if the mare was more independent and wanted to have control over her own life. She had said that her foalhood was predictable, and that she had came here to build up her own life. Pippin smiled to the mare, he really couldn't tell from these words how the mare was but he had created a certain idea in his mind, she was a mare that seemed to want to live for herself. Not in a selfish way, but more like, she wanted to be unpredictable, excitement. He remembered the excitement to live on the road with his mother, it was sometimes dangerous but he would always like to try it again. » The mare then asks Martyr the same question as she had asked him. Pippin's gaze was now directed towards the stallion. He shook his head to get rid of the snowflakes that had settled in his mane. With the other stallion here he could feel the little confidence he had shrinking, but in a weird way it was also growing. Pippin really liked the mare, she seemed nice and if Pippin could grow out of his shyness they might be able to have a great time together, now that Martyr had joined, he would really have to step out of his comfort zone. Martyr seemed to have enough confidence, and would probably have no problem talking to Ivy, Pippin just had to do the same. I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear. |
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| ƒierce | Oct 12 2013, 10:08 AM Post #8 | ||||
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i've not yet begun to defile myself.
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MARTYRDON'T ASK ME TO BLEED ABOUT IT; I NEED THIS BLOOD TO SURVIVE Though she puts on a smile, Martyr can guess that she was nervous at having an audience of two now. He would have understood; it must be unnerving to have most of the attention on you. But she does not send him away, and Pippin seems welcoming enough. The maiden gives her name candidly: Ivy. It was a pretty name, and it matched the spots that laced and lined her feminine physique. He nods, the remains of a smile on his dark-colored lips. Martyr stands quietly, listening to the tale of her life so far. How strange it was that so much could be summed up in so few words. That could be said of all of them. She turns her attention to him, now that it is only he who has not divulged his tale. He cleared his thought, almost wondering what he would even say. "Like Pippin, I was born here in the known lands, living most of my life in the reaches of Serpent's Province." The blue roan paused, glancing to the over momentarily. Part of him wondered if the younger male had heard of the Province and the tales of dark legends who lived there, his ancestors. His bright optics turn back to the mare, dark auds twisting forward, rustling the black mass of his mane. "I fought to reclaim the land when my father died, but another still has his hold on it." His thoughts twisted, Not for long.. He paused again, what else to tell. "I plan on returning to the Province, but, for now and since then, Loon Echo Lake has been my home." A sort of smile darts across his lips as he thinks of the Lake. Its eerie beauty and the haunting cry of the loon after which it was named. And his family. "After my father died and we lost our home, I took in many of my younger siblings. My youngest brother and sister are nearly three now.." Again, his thoughts went somewhere other than the current place and time. He thought of his mother, and, briefly, his maw wrinkled at the melancholy thoughts. If only she were alive. He looks back to his present company, part of him still wrapped in memories of his mother. "I am of the Dark alliance." He hoped not to scare Ivy off at the mention of where his allegiance lies, but he wasn't narcissistic and a bully like some Darks made themselves out to be. He didn't have to explain himself, but they both would have to accept him for who he was. HERE'S ONE YOU DON'T COMPROMISE; LIES COME HARD IN DISGUISEmale . blue roan overo . mustang hybrid . 15.3 hands . dark . loon echo lake |
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| `d e p p | Oct 15 2013, 12:23 PM Post #9 | ||||
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| TheIceViking | Oct 24 2013, 12:30 PM Post #10 | ||||
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Pippin steel gray overo• neutral • icelandic x unmol horse • 15.3 hands • quicksilver x corvo • grizzly heights » The young male listened as Martyr spoke, where he mentioned that he had spent most of his life in Serpent's Province. Pippin felt it when the blue roan glanced at him. For a moment Pippin was unsure what the glance was for, but then has he thought about it, the name Serpent's Province triggered a faint memory, however he could not completely remember. Pippin goes back to focusing on the mare and what the stallion had to say. Most of his attention was on the mare but he also listened carefully to how Martyr spoke, it might help him in the future, to learn from the actions of older stallions. The blue roan seemed to be a very nice stallion, offering his younger siblings a home, it was something Pippin would do if he had to. The steel gray was quite shocked when he heard that stallion's words ... he was of the dark alliance? Never would Pippin guess it, not from what he had seen of the stallion so far. Right at that moment the stallions opinion on the stallion changed. He wasn't sure what it was, maybe it was just the stories he had heard about the dark alliance. » The mare starts speaking and Pippin's gaze is directed at her. Her question sounded quite, odd to Pippin. What did he expect of her ... it sounded to him like what was the usage of her for him. Pippin thought for a bit, well he did expect his mares to be respectful, helpful when needed and be a part of the herd. A soft and calm smile spread over his lips as he began to speak. "The few things I expect of my mares are to be respectful, helpful and just be a part of the herd" he said to the mare. "It would also be nice to have a good company" he said to the mare. Pippin was aware that he might be totally blowing this encounter ... but he was still young and inexperienced, so should the mare decide to go with Martyr who appeared to be experienced, he would not allow himself to get to sad over it, however he was very fond of the pretty mare. (this is so crappy, i am so sorry x.x) I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear. |
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| ƒierce | Nov 4 2013, 01:35 AM Post #11 | ||||
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MARTYRDON'T ASK ME TO BLEED ABOUT IT; I NEED THIS BLOOD TO SURVIVE The bay blanket mare speaks to him, her voice fully rousing the blue roan from his thoughts. He nods to her; a small smile of thanks on his dark lips as Martyr nods to her. This was silent gratitude; he had already spoken so much already. The handsome Mustang watches Ivy's eyes go to Pippin for a moment, and he wondered what she thought of the gray stallion. Ivy speaks, asking a question intended for both of them. And, for once, Martyr was glad he had arrived later than the gray male before him. This would give him time to think. The overo allows his ears to swivel back into his mane as he focused on how to answer. Pippin managed to bring up some excellent points though, and Martyr, had he really wanted to, would have given him props for it. Once Pippin finished, Martyr allowed for a few breaths to pass between the three of them before he chimed in. Ivy had to be given time to think about the other male's response. "I would hope for loyalty from you, should you choose me. Not necessarily unwavering, but a respectful enough loyalty that you will trust in my judgement. I would hope for acceptance and patience from you, as well as willingness to help me and your herd mates. I would rather have a few trusted companions in my quest rather than many bickering girls fighting for attention. The overo turns to look directly at Ivy, almost as if issuing her a challenge. The world that he was trying to enter needed mares with guts. And he hoped that she had enough to trust him now and in the future. "I would hope that you are brazen enough to pursue what you want, because I will only do the same." HERE'S ONE YOU DON'T COMPROMISE; LIES COME HARD IN DISGUISEmale . blue roan overo . mustang hybrid . 15.3 hands . dark . loon echo lake |
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| `d e p p | Nov 18 2013, 10:25 PM Post #12 | ||||
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Thank you both for replying<3 However, I've decided that I am going to postpone choosing a home for Ivy and play around with her a little bit more before having her settle down. Just play it as though she thanked them both for their time and then skirted quietly away because she wasn't ready or something. I love both of your boys, and she will be back in the future if you're still interested! |
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