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Wisdom begins in Wonder; Nori
Topic Started: Feb 18 2015, 05:32 PM (226 Views)
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Prime was shining, glittering almost on the white powder which blanketed this land. The breeze was gentle and cool, just enough to turn the youngster’s breath to vapour yet not strong enough to penetrate her thick winter pelt. The winter season didn’t bother the young mare in the slightest; she enjoyed frolicking in the snow, she liked to gaze at the winter constellations and she certainly didn’t mind the cooler weather. Now that the Scourge had gone and the unnatural weather had passed, the world seemed young and fresh again – and Nori was making to most of it.

The maiden leaped through the snow like an over-excited infant, the white powder being flung into the air as she kicked out and sprung forward, whinnying joyously as she ploughed onwards. She didn’t really know where she was heading, she’d never ventured into the Homeless before, but she knew that this was a place that mares came to meet stallions. Now, Nori wasn’t all that bothered about finding a herd really, she came here more out of curiosity than anything else, but she certainly wasn’t going to deny any attention she received. Her third birthday was approaching rapidly and she’d have to make a decision as to what alliance she’d want to follow.

It was tempting to simply settle to be a Rogue; she’d be free to roam where she wanted, she wouldn’t ever have to deal with the politics of a hard and she would be able to see the world … but she would be alone most of the time. Again, that didn’t really bother the youngster at this moment in time – there were enough wonders out there in the world to keep her occupied for years and plenty of herd and other Rogues to interact with. Then again, a herd would bring security, company and the prospects of having a family … maybe if she was careful, she could find a stallion who didn’t mind her venturing out once in a while. And it couldn’t hurt to meet a few bachelors, even if it was simply to quiz them and perhaps gain a better understanding of what it would mean to be a herd mare. Even if she was approached, even if she was made an offer, Nori could still walk away. There was no obligation, no rule which said she had to leave this place with a stallion at her side.

The snow thinned out as she reached one of the meadows at the very heart of the Homeless and she slowed to a halt. Her muzzle lowered to the ground, snorting at the few flecks of powder which lingered on the trampled ground. There were so many scents here that it would be impossible to try and track any individual equine. Nori wandered around in the open, nibbling a few blades of grass before moving off and exploring another area. Her ears remained pricked the entire time, her thick black tail flicking around her haunches as she pottered around. Eventually she found a suitable spot; a fore-hoof pawed at the ground briefly before lowering herself to the round and rolling around in the snow. A satisfied snort was blown from her nasals as she rose to her hooves again, shaking her entire body, flecks of snow flying off her chocolate-coloured pelt in all directions.
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_______________________________________________________________________________ R E N L Y
Do you hear the people sing? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The tender skin around the stallion’s nostrils quivers as he exhales heavily, sending a
white plume of hot breath twisting into the chilled winter air. His bright turquoise eyes
glance about, matching his fluted ears as he takes in the new sights and smells of the
Homeless. Even after he had become of age, he had lingered at his mother’s side, taking
care of her while the Scourge had infested the planet. It had hardly occurred to him to
settle down then, with real threats of death and destruction looming so frighteningly
over their heads.

But now that the terrible red plague has finally been put to rest, the young stallion’s
thoughts had quickly turned to those of home and family. Hardly a week has passed since
he had found and claimed a suitable land. Cleric’s Realm is not the most stunning or most
unique territory, but its simple beauty is pleasing to the rose gray, and he is sure it will
serve him well in the many years to come (providing he is so graciously blessed). Although
still young, the Arabian already knows what he wants from life—or an idea, anyway—and
sees no point in wasting precious time.

Having ensured that his mother and two mares were settled comfortably and safe within
his borders, Renly had departed for the Homeless. He is not entirely sure what he expects
to greet him here. Being so close to the end of the Scourge, mares could either be flocking
in search of new homes and a fresh start, or shrink back for now, and take some time to
recuperate from the plague’s dreadful destruction. As he flares his nostrils and inhales the
crisp clean air, the stallion leans more towards the latter, but he continues forward anyway.

His hooves cut through the fresh snow in elegant strides, carrying him forward at an
extended walk. The wintry wind weaves its frozen fingers through his long tresses, leaving
his forelock to frame the chiseled lines of his face and his mane to dance against the strong
curve of his neck. Though he has never been here before now, Renly has heard stories
of the Homeless—some encouraging, but most disappointing. Tales of desperation and
heartache haunt these borders, driving most away, and likely leaving the rest disheartened
and angry. The Arabian is cautious, but likes to think that he has optimistic hopes—even
if he departs today alone, he has gained valuable experience.

Lingering in the fringes of the tree line, movement suddenly grasps Renly’s attention.
His pace slows nearly to a halt, ears pricking forward as he gazes into the snowy clearing,
where he catches sight of a young mare. She frolics on her back just feet away, lightly
feathered hocks flailing in the air as she rolls around before rising. Flakes of snow manage
to find their way to his nose and neck as she shakes herself free of the fine white powder,
causing the stallion to snort and shake his noble head. Still, there is softness in his features.
Thus far, the bay mare has betrayed all of those miserable tales he has heard, seeming
carefree and happy, and already he appreciates this. His mother has always told him he
is often far too solemn for his own good.

“Hello, milday,” Renly greets the young mare chivalrously, stepping out of the fringes of
the trees and into the clearing (though he is sure she has noticed him already, it is not in
him to be purposefully impolite). The curve of his neck rounds as he bows his head to her,
the length of his red-threaded tail arching in true Arabian fashion. “A lovely day it is
promising to be; perhaps you wouldn’t mind sharing it with some company?”
The
rose gray inquires, his dark lips skewing into a softly amused grin.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
‘There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes —
DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?’

russian arabian stallion | murexa x kahn | three years old | rose gray & turquoise eyes | light | 15.3hh


Remember...if you feel glum, just shake your bum!
#EpicStrut

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[justify=480]Huon was loving his newly claimed land, nestled in the depths of the Scantland. He’d found it ridiculously easy to find feed and water, and the weather had been severe enough to test the shelter of the trees. He’d been galloping, grazing, rolling, exploring…

But it was very lonely.

He’d stayed there alone for a few weeks, but his instinct to be with his own kind eventually overwhelmed his nervousness. He gathered up his courage to head to the Homeless Grounds, hoping he could find some company for his new homeland. He wasn’t sure what he thought of the traditional herd set-up. It seemed old-fashioned to him, and goodness knew he’d had some bad experiences with it! But he figured he’d follow protocol by using the homeless grounds, figuring at least then he could offer his idea to the more open-minded who were already thinking about going somewhere new.

Whilst he’d been walking and musing, he’d been moving steadily towards the Homeless grounds, and a stark change in the scent of the air alerted him to his arrival. It was crazily quiet. Then again, perhaps that was normal? He’d never been here before. He blew out his butterflies, dropping his head to the snow to try pick up more delicate scents. There was nothing. Nobody here? Surely not. He wandered on, enjoying ploughing through the soft snow but on alert for any signs of life.

Eventually, he saw the trees thin into a clearing ahead. He let out a snort of relief and, uncaring who was there, trotted eagerly into the open space. As he emerged from the trees, he heard a quiet masculine voice nearby, and whipped around to see a pair standing in the same meadow as himself. He’d been on his own for a few weeks, and the promise of being in equine company made his instincts take over. He whinnied and trotted towards them, arching his neck in excitement. Remembering his manners, he stopped a polite distance away but bobbed his head in greeting, unable to hide the relief on his face.

“Hello. Sorry to interrupt,” he said, attempting to make eye contact with each equine before politely averting his gaze. “My name is Huon. Mind if I join you guys for a little while?”. He wasn’t sure what the situation was, but he was aware that it was most likely the stallion was trying to make a claim on the mare and Huon would have severely disturbed this. Both were attractive, although very different types, and would make a good match. Then again, perhaps the Arab was the homeless one. Who knew. Huon himself stood between the two in height, closer to the mare in build and much plainer than either. He hoped neither were superficial characters.
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Edited by Taboo, Feb 22 2015, 08:14 PM.
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