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| ``soul deep romance with P O W E R !?; Vermillion [dark/neutral] | |||||
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| Kat. | May 26 2014, 09:32 PM Post #1 | ||||
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Vermillion build & coloring The mare's black spotted ears pricked forward, her whole attention focused on a single point in the distance. Bright intelligent brown eyes stared ahead as if searching for something on the horizon. Her elegant frame was still, unmoving, yet full of poise and beauty. She carries herself like a queen and though she only rises to a fair height of 15.2 hands the mare seems magnified by her presence and graceful air. Then out of no where she moves picking up a slow canter as she weaves neatly in between the bare branches and trunks of the trees that blanket the outskirts of the homeless grounds. She has been in the shadows of these trees for a few weeks biding her time resting waiting for her moment. She would not present herself to those few stallion who meagerly stumbled into these once populous claiming grounds and beg to become her claimer, expecting the spotted beauty to fall willingly at their feet. No, she would not make it that simple, she had much higher regard for both herself and her future claimer. So the black leopard mare kept to herself staying hidden waiting for the atmosphere in the claiming grounds to change. She would not settle for anything less than what she deserved. The pretty spotted mare had high expectations and if you weren't prepared to appease her or at least charm her into choosing you then you might as well just get out of town now. Fluted auds once again pricked forward, her refined and expressive features exhibited a mild curiosity towards the mane clearing where the unclaimed congregated. It seemed as if today had dawned a new day and with it came the change she was waiting ever so patiently for. There seemed to be more activity today than in all the other previous weeks combined, and Vermillion knew today was the day. She pulled herself together and stepped from the tree line letting the shadows fall from her pretty elegant frame. For a moment she simply stood there watching observing the seemingly uncommon business of the claiming grounds. Vermillion was a mare of few words and high expectations. It more than a little annoyed her that the rest of her siblings seemed to lack the same ambition or drive to do something productive with their lives. As much as Vermillion loved her elder sister Gemini she was entirely too naive. She would be content to pop out babies year after year and live a relatively boring life. That kind of monotonous existence was not for Vermillion. No, she would make sure she got to the top even if she had to kill to get there. Vermillion watched and waited silently as the homeless grounds began to fill with stallions. Vermillion cared little the time it took to find her claimer. She would wait months if she had too, for she would not be trapped in a life which would not allow for flexibility and challenges. Mare . Appaloosa Hybrid . Black Leopard Appaloosa . 15.2 hands . Neutral OOC Note: Okay so Vermillion is definitely power hungry and wants to make sure her life is productive. If your stallion does not allow for her to challenge his lead (if he has one) she is probably not the mare for you. Also she is looking for the tall studs out there in the world! Nothing against the shorties but please 16.0-1+ Thanks love bugs! Oh and she will not be forced into a monotonous life style so if your stallion goes inactive she will leave make no mistake! <3 |
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| ƒierce | Jun 20 2014, 02:15 PM Post #2 | ||||
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CARNIVEANsee, i'm not a monster If anyone had known or seen Cian, the dark son of Thane that once ruled Nomad's Baron, it would have been like seeing a ghost. This young stallion's form was muscular, fit, rippling with vitality and health. His pelt lacked the silver sheen of his father before him, and his eyes were a significantly brighter blue than cobalt of Cian's. He had a more Warmblood build, a proud neck, and a handsome face. The features on this stallion were nearly emotionless, taking on a more reserved approach. He had inherited his sire's serpentine grace, and his movement forward were elegant, but clearly demonstrating the fluidity with which he could strike. The pale tendrils of his mane and tail gently flow in his wake as the cremello stallion stalked the land and the mares it held. This was Carnivean. This was second and last son of Cian and his lead, Sahada, and it was his first time walking within the reaches of the Homeless Grounds. It did now daunt the young male from taking his time to watch the mares that were here. Quite a few of them were pretty, but it couldn't be just that factor to draw him in. There had to be more. He had watched a particular mare for at least a few days. She kept to herself, not going into any particular place to present herself. She was waiting for the right moment, much like he was. The pale blue of his gaze was repeatedly drawn to this spot-mottled maiden. She moved elegantly, the action complementing her beauty and conformation. Carnivean continued to study her, looking for the signs of what she wanted, however vague. She was poised, ready for the day. Carried herself as if she expected much, which would speak for her should she desire to move up in the ranks. She let that air of entitlement assume its place, and she seemed even-tempered. Carnivean wondered how she might present herself in conversation. Would she speak as an entitled youngster or of a mare worth his while? His interest finally piqued as the young maiden brought herself forth from the shadows of the treeline, his own pale form still within the reaches of the shrubs and boughs. He was hidden from her, for now. Still, she was silent. Good. She wanted a stallion to find her, not crying out for attention as he had seen some females do. Nodding to himself just slightly, Carnivean stepped forward from the trees. The stallion took his time, features still as stoic as before but his gaze might have been what drew her in. Calm. Unnerving calm as he had always been. He eyed the mare expectantly, head raised to a proud aristocratic degree. The faintest hint of a smirk gently pulled at his lips, and the cremello took his time speaking. His tone reverberated the power he felt he could grasp and the charm of his sire. "Good afternoon." He didn't ask for her name or present his or state where he lived. There was time for that. Carnviean would take his time, and he truly hoped this spotted maiden was worth it. i'm just ahead of the curvemale . cremello . warmblood . 16.2 hands . cian x sahada . nomad's baron |
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| Patch | Jun 23 2014, 02:53 AM Post #3 | ||||
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![]() Time was of absolutely no consequence to her. She had all the time in the world. After all, she had spent how much time already, and that was without any goal in mind. Now that she had a tentative plan, she was much more relaxed, which was a good thing. It would keep her mind clear, and she would be able to focus. First things first, she wanted to find a home. It sounded like a simple task, and she supposed for some mares it was, but she was a bit more choosy. So far, she had come across no one that lived up to her expectations. She hadn't even found them worthy of seeking a conversation with. And it wasn't in her game plan to approach a stallion anyway. No, she wanted them to come to her. It was all well and good for a stallion to respond to a call, but that made them have certain preconceived notions of her. She didn't want to be the mare that asked for their company. No, she wanted to be seen as important, as someone worthy of their time. And it seemed that this plan was working, as a handsome stallion had been watching her for some time. Oh, she noticed him. How could she not? Vermillion was not blind by any means, and although she was interested in things other than appearance she wasn't going to say she was completely unmoved by more superficial things. She was interested to see just how this would go. "Good afternoon to you as well," she responded, dipping her head in greeting before meeting his gaze evenly. ooc; I adopted Vermillion so I hope you don't mind if I just continue in this thread rather than making a new one. <3 |
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| Pixel | Vermillion | Calycrist | |||||
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| devotchka | Jun 23 2014, 03:29 AM Post #4 | ||||
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WELL SWEET MOTHER TERESA ON THE HOOD OF A MERCEDES BENZ
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WASP ' if i had a heart i could love you, if i had a voice i would sing ' ______________________________________________________________________________________ It is dawn, and the frost that has settled in overnight is hard on his feet. However, Wasp is used to hard terrain and once he blinks the sleep from his eyes he feels quite at home, even though this is neither Navigator Point nor Bracken Bracken. He wants to return to the mountains, but he will not go back empty handed. Like any other stallion, he knows the key of a good herd was good mares, and they would be out there somewhere. He is young and he is hopeful, after all, his own sire is not the most charismatic creature yet he still manages to maintain a herd. His tawny eyes glance round his immediate surroundings before deciding to move off from his sleeping spot. He had chosen a copse to rest in, mostly because the overhanging branches of the trees were the closest thing to the overhang of a mountain rock. Still, Wasp is thankful that it is winter; therefore all the greenery of the world has been decimated. He is tall at sixteen hands, although not the largest – his frame is stocky from his dam yet refined, like a warmblood. However, he knows he is not the prettiest boy out there, and as he lets his muscles relax in a full body shake, he is not that bothered. Real mares look beyond a dazzling coat and a charming smile, neither of which he has. The brownish grey grulla hue he is though, is not ugly by any means, and save for his dun markings, he is void of any other colour. Wasp is not bothered. If he wanted to fully show off he would have gone to the gathering. He grazes for a few hours, at least until the sun has risen enough to warm his back, before he decides to try his luck again today. Stalking through the desolate grounds, it isn’t long before he spots a mare, and what a mare she is. With her dollish, petite frame, and her loud spots, she is by far the most unusual female he has seen in a while. His coal lips wrinkle at the sight of another stallion, his ears flattening momentarily at the creamy male before he makes his way towards the group. He does not announce his presence, if she has any sense she will smell him approaching, before he settles to make their couple a trio, a good distance away from the other stallion. He arrives just as she is making back the niceties, and Wasp refrains from rolling his eyes. Being polite is one of his banes of life, although a necessary one. ‘Hello’, he says, his deep voice rumbling from a mouth that stretches into a ghost of a smile. ‘My name is Wasp. What is yours?’ He follows, not prepared to beat about the bush like his rival in the creamy coat. The grulla stallion waits for the spotted mare’s reply, his back tilting as he rests one hind leg. theme xx image |
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| Patch | Jun 24 2014, 07:34 PM Post #5 | ||||
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![]() She wasn't naive enough to let down her guard, and so Million easily scented the approaching stallion before she ever saw him. It didn't bother her to have another suitor, though. In fact, it pleased the spotted mare. She wanted to be able to have some choice in who she went home with, and so it wouldn't do to simply have one stallion about. She needed options. And what an option he was. Handsome, as was the first. If looks were the only thing taken into consideration, she had a hard choice ahead of her. Luckily, she wasn't quite that shallow, and so she would be look past their pretty faces to see if there were any other reasons for her to follow them. Ah, good. An introduction. Vermillion smiled as the newcomer revealed his name, dipping her head in greeting to him as well. Wasp. An interesting name. Hopefully he would live up to it. "I'm Vermillion. Million for short." Her name was longer, more of a mouthful, but she liked it. It seemed elegant in a way. "Where are you from?" She questioned to continue the conversation, also curious about the land that he held in his possession. After all, beauty and personality were only so much of the puzzle. |
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| Pixel | Vermillion | Calycrist | |||||
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| ƒierce | Jun 30 2014, 04:17 PM Post #6 | ||||
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CARNIVEANsee, i'm not a monster Pale ears curved forward at the sound of her voice. She had been silent before, why shouldn't she have been. The cremello noted the dip of her head at the greeting. 'Good afternoon to you as well.' He returned the nod, the action slight from his features. Carnivean turns his head at the arrival of another male, a brown-tinted grullo. The male speaks to this mottled maiden, and Carnivean studies them. This mare, now named Vermillion, seems glad to have another suitor. She wanted more options. Well enough, he supposed. She asked where he was from, the question seeming more directed toward Wasp. Cream ears tipped back minutely. He wouldn't be dismissed that easily. "My name is Carnivean, and I come from Nomad's Baron." Not that either of them knew where that was. It was a coastal territory that he now ruled alongside his elder brother, Damon. The sooty palomino had inherited the land from their father before them, Cian, but Carnivean wondered if Damon truly wanted to claim dominance. Pale auds twisted forward again, blue optics on either horse. i'm just ahead of the curvemale . cremello . warmblood . 16.2 hands . cian x sahada . nomad's baron |
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| devotchka | Jul 1 2014, 10:15 AM Post #7 | ||||
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WELL SWEET MOTHER TERESA ON THE HOOD OF A MERCEDES BENZ
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![]() Lines © skater4life509. WASP ' if i had a heart i could love you, if i had a voice i would sing ' ______________________________________________________________________________________ THE mare doesn’t object when he joins the group, which Wasp is secretly grateful for. Losing face in front of another stallion is not something he would like to happen. He keeps his focus on the spotted mare in front of him, even though she is probably weighing up her options now, he likes to think he stands a good chance. She dips her head to him, Wasp hesitates, before doing the same back to her. He is not one for polite customs but he may as well entertain her for the time being. His ears prick forwards to catch her name, and he keeps it in mind for later. Vermillion certainly is an unusual name, the grulla stallion is sure he will see if she lives up to it. THE appaloosa mare asks about where they are from, though before Wasp can articulate an answer, the other suitor gets in front of him. Tawny eyes turn to his creamy coloured counterpart, a little taken aback by the other stallion’s forwardness, though the grulla calms himself and remains still. Had there not been a mare present he might have taken a more assertive approach to Carnivean, but he is here to impress. After the other stallion has started speaking Wasp’s tail flicks about his striped haunches for a second whilst he deliberates what he wants to say. She might not have much knowledge of his area of the world, and as the his rival was so insistent on going first, why not make the most of this? WASP clears his throat, turning his eyes back to Million. ‘I am from the Northern Mainland, it’s not the easiest continent to live in, but one of the more beautiful. My land is called Bracken Bracken, it’s mostly mountainous which is what I am used to. Does that suffice your question?’ He says, with a grin. Charm does not come naturally to Wasp, especially given his lineage, but has the odd moment here and there. He waits for the mare to digest this information, without giving so much as a look to the other stallion. theme Edited by devotchka, Jul 1 2014, 10:16 AM.
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