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| ƒierce | Sep 25 2013, 10:58 PM Post #1 | ||||
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DAMARISa beautiful reflection from firework eyes The coppery female strides forward from the icy treeline. When she turned her black eyes to the meadow, the young mare exhales, a plume of water vapor rises from her dark nostrils. When she left her family, her father, in the dead of night, she had done it so that she could make her own choices in life. Nerves danced in her stomach. The very reason she was even standing on this spit of land was because she wanted to make her own decisions. The copper bay could have had her own herd right now, running it as she saw fit. Or be imprisoned in a life as nothing more than a broodmare. Her brow furrowed, allowing for strands of her inky black forelock to swing over her vision. Then she straightened herself up, raising her head to a more royal level as she had been raised. Her black tail lashed out, then slapped against her flanks. Moving herself to the middle of the meadow, the elegant Arabian stood at a fully attentive stance, black ears pricked forward and dark eyes alert for any sign of movement. She had risked any chance for a comfortable life for this. Might as well get it started. Damaris remained quiet; any stallion worthy enough of her would notice her presence by noticing her not by her seeming desperate enough to look for company. summer and gold throw their colors at the darkfemale . bay . arabian . 15.1 hands . foundation . neutral |
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| Hoknell | Sep 28 2013, 06:02 PM Post #2 | ||||
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His quest had begun. That long quest of making history and obtaining power and fear was at last starting. He had become a Neutral and had claimed Jagged Fief. At last, he could begin gathering mares for this quest. He wanted them all to embark on a lifelong goal of power and remembrance. He did not want anyone in his herd wasting their lives as simple herd mares. He wanted mares who cared about this goal, and he would make sure he only claimed the best. He would help his mares and children rise to a position of fear and power. The stallion smiled gently to himself. A promising future was just ahead. And it started in the Homeless. Trylon stepped forward and eyed the mares quietly. He wanted to make sure he approached someone promising. He wanted to approach someone who wanted something more than the simple life of a broodmare. Anyone who would settle for less than that shining goal was someone Trylon was not interested in. The appaloosa-patterned stallion's gaze caught a few mares, but ultimately his dark brown gaze rested on a bay Arabian mare that looked to be exactly his height. He watched her for a moment before deciding to approach. Trylon moved forward at a steady pace that was quick enough to waste no time, but slow enough to send home the fact that he was not a puny, desperate stallion. His gait very much indicated that he meant business and power, and that flattery and courtship were not in his interests at the moment. There could be a time for that later, if a relationship blossomed. But as far as he was concerned, this trip into the Homeless would not include any kind of romance. Trylon nickered to the mare to alert her of his presence. He came to a halt beside her and looked at her with his dark brown eyes. His black mane rested beautifully on his buckskin neck. "Greetings," He began. His voice was deep and powerful. "I am Trylon of Jagged Fief. I hate to cause you disappointment, but courtship has little purpose to me at the moment. I would appreciate it, though, if you would allow me to ask you a few questions." Trylon's tone of voice was not rude, and his gaze was actually almost kind. "I have some expectations in mind for what I want to see in a mare." Edited by Hoknell, Sep 28 2013, 06:03 PM.
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"It's a slow fade when you give yourself away, it's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid when you give yourself away People never crumble in a day... It's a slow fade..." ~ Casting Crowns "Shine, make 'em wonder what you got, make 'em wish that they were not on the outside lookin' bored/when you shine, you will inspire the kind of entire turn-around that would make a bouncer take ballet, even bouncers who aren't happy" ~ Newsboys "Every storm runs out of rain" ~ Title of a song by Gary Allan "God is love; the thing that holds us together" ~ Skye from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D | |||||
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| ƒierce | Sep 29 2013, 06:33 AM Post #3 | ||||
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DAMARISa beautiful reflection from firework eyes The sound of a whicker drew her attention as a spotted stallion came her way. Dark-rimmed ears twisted forward as she watched him, his pace slower and determined. His demeanor was rather business-like, and the bay Arabian assumed that would be his primary goal. To have an equine she didn't know came so close was a little bit of a surprise, as a business-associated stallion she would have guessed to stop before her or off to one side, but Trylon did not do this. She guessed that perhaps he aimed for more in a relationship down the road rather than keep things the same through the duration of the relationship. She smirked at his words but allowed him to finish. "I have no disappointment,Trylon, in lack of flattery. As for courtship, you've already come to that level in order to gain myself as an addition to your herd. Maybe a more business-like courtship is what you're doing, but courtship all the same. You're just not vying for my heart at the moment." The Arabian let her words settle, but she went on. "I do not seek flattering words as it were, nor romantic courtship. I would rather be settled where I'm wanted and needed before allowing someone random boy try to and let me down with false promises. But very well. Ask your questions." Damaris remained in her alert position, inky black locks resting on her coppery skin quite nicely. Hopefully her intelligence and royal blood would show through the winter chill and fur. summer and gold throw their colors at the darkfemale . bay . arabian . 15.1 hands . foundation . neutral |
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| ƒierce | Oct 20 2013, 11:29 PM Post #4 | ||||
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| Hoknell | Nov 5 2013, 07:59 PM Post #5 | ||||
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Trylon appreciated the mare's answer. She gave her thoughtful input, she spoke her thoughts aloud, and he found that very important. Those were qualities that he was quite pleased with, and it gave him hope that perhaps this mare was someone he was looking for. The stallion nodded his head respectfully. She did make a point, and she was right. Trylon wanted mares who would point out whenever he said something wrong. Trylon did not plan to conquer single-handedly; he wanted help from his mares, and he wanted them to share in the spoils of fame, too. Continuing on the sentence he had spoken about what he wanted to see in a mare, he said, "I'm not looking for mares who are content with settling in a normal herd-life of being a broodmare. I plan to build my herd around those who are spirited and strong-hearted, who will not settle for 'good enough.' Are you one of those mares who won't settle for a normal herd-life?" Trylon would get to his point quickly, or never get to it, depending on her answer. Trylon was prepared to bid her a good day and move on if her answer was not desirable. (ooc: so sorry about the wait and short reply.) |
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"It's a slow fade when you give yourself away, it's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid when you give yourself away People never crumble in a day... It's a slow fade..." ~ Casting Crowns "Shine, make 'em wonder what you got, make 'em wish that they were not on the outside lookin' bored/when you shine, you will inspire the kind of entire turn-around that would make a bouncer take ballet, even bouncers who aren't happy" ~ Newsboys "Every storm runs out of rain" ~ Title of a song by Gary Allan "God is love; the thing that holds us together" ~ Skye from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D | |||||
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| ƒierce | Nov 12 2013, 03:31 PM Post #6 | ||||
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DAMARISa beautiful reflection from firework eyes The coppery bay allowed a small smirk to cross her charcoal lips when the stallion answered her. It seemed that he was the type of stallion that she was looking for. Was it only coincidence that he found her so quickly? Her eyelashes fluttered briefly when she went to answer him. "I have no interest in a normal herd life. I won't settle for being anything less than important and respected. I won't consistently bear children should I go with you, Trylon. You'll have to earn them from me. I want to go far in my life, and, despite the benefits that some children will give, it is not my plan to raise foals every waking moment for the rest of my life. I'm not your typical mare." The Arabian watched him carefully, wondering what his response to her would be. summer and gold throw their colors at the darkfemale . bay . arabian . 15.1 hands . foundation . neutral |
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| Hoknell | Jan 20 2014, 06:54 PM Post #7 | ||||
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Trylon listened to Damaris speak, and he felt darkly pleased. She was the exact kind of mare that he wanted in his herd. She wanted to be "important and respected." She certainly seemed like a mare worthy of his respect and attention. Therefore, he now had every intention to fulfill those wishes. He wanted her in his herd - so far. He still had questions to ask of her. He wanted to be very careful about the choosing of his mares. But so far, Damaris showed great promise. Respectfully, Trylon nodded his head. "I am pleased to hear that answer, Damaris." The stallion replied in his powerful voice. Trylon paused for a moment to take in a breath and flick his tail. "I intend for any mare that joins my herd to be respected and important. But I believe such things should not be... confined to one herd. In other words, I wish for my mares and I to be known across Kormada. I intend on having everyone in my herd to be known for their power. And I plan to achieve that power by force. Any of my mares would have the privilege of helping that goal be achieved." Trylon paused for a few moments again before continuing. "I believe no mare should be limited. I believe that mares are just as valuable as stallions. I want any mare of mine to share in the glory of conquering. Helping me fight for claim over other mares, or searching for herds that could prove an easy target are a couple of the things I have in mind. But let's see what life brings along, too." Trylon fell silent, and flicked his ears forward as he waited for Damaris's response. He hoped that it would be something that was just as pleasing as her last one had been. Edited by Hoknell, Jan 20 2014, 07:25 PM.
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"It's a slow fade when you give yourself away, it's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid when you give yourself away People never crumble in a day... It's a slow fade..." ~ Casting Crowns "Shine, make 'em wonder what you got, make 'em wish that they were not on the outside lookin' bored/when you shine, you will inspire the kind of entire turn-around that would make a bouncer take ballet, even bouncers who aren't happy" ~ Newsboys "Every storm runs out of rain" ~ Title of a song by Gary Allan "God is love; the thing that holds us together" ~ Skye from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D | |||||
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