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;;step one, come a little closer; Moralin [Neutral mare]
Topic Started: Dec 29 2015, 11:53 PM (164 Views)
BlackPhantom
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Moralin hesitated as water dripped softly off of her underbelly and plopped on to the soft bank. She stood where she was for a second, hind legs still resting in the water, before stepping forward and standing fully onto the island. So these are the Homeless grounds, she thought to herself. She had never before been in her current situation, needing to find a place to call home. She had been born into a home, a place where she had lived happily with her small family, until the hurricane had come and taken it from her. Now, after the more recent loss of her mother, she did not want to be alone anymore. Her dark eyes surveyed the isle before her, watching the figures of other equines congregating together in groups. Even though she had come with the purpose of meeting a stallion to take her home, she felt vulnerable and uneasy at the sight of multiple stallions collecting around single mares, each one trying his luck in an attempt to woo the object of his affection.

She stepped forward, heading towards a copse of trees not far off from the bank. The air was crisp and the leaves that had fallen to the ground crunched underhoof as she walked apprehensively on. Prime shone high above, warming her damp coat. I wonder how long it will take for someone to come? The gray mare glanced to the side, spotting one of the aforementioned clusters of horses. She continued to watch as they conversed with one another, the stallions tensely sizing each other up while trying to make pleasant conversation with the mare. I hope I meet someone nice here. I’d like to have some friends... Just as she finished her train of thought, she felt a strong tug as her mane become ensnared in a tree branch. She had been paying more attention to the small group than where she was headed and had run into it without knowing. She stopped short, and if a horse could blush she would have been positively rosy. She knew how to untangle her gray locks, as this was a regular problem, and she did so deftly before continuing on. Shaking a twig from her forelock, she picked up her dark hooves in a springy trot and covered the distance between the low branch that she had snagged and a shady clearing in a matter of seconds.

She glanced around nervously as she came to a halt in the shade, then lowered her head to nip at the long green grass below. Her delicate ears were in constant motion, swiveling every which way in order to stay alert of her surroundings. After a short while, she raised her head to look around again, dragging her . She flicked her head to try and tame the wild locks of her mane that had been disrupted moments before and sighed. Mother would have told me to watch where I was going. I wish she were here. But she wasn’t, so Moralin resigned herself to wait, and watch, for whoever may come.
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Dark limbs moved easily through the Homeless grounds, a place he hadn't encountered before today. A snort escaped his near black nostrils, the breath visible if one looked close enough. Jareth moved along at a leisurely pace, his hazel eyes taking in his surroundings with curiosity. There were groups of equines littered here and there, but he found himself drawn forward, not really interested in seeking out the company of many.

The brute had recently claimed a small land, enough possibly for about four mares to join him. Thus, he was here, searching for the first of the four. The land beneath his hooves crunched softly, the leaves having fallen from the trees that reached their limbs to the sun. Halting for a moment the chestnut stud lowered his muzzle and shuffled through the leaves in their various colors. He noticed that the grass beneath them was starting to brown and wither away. Soon, there wouldn't be much left here and that meant that the maidens within the realm would become desperate. Jareth snorted at the thought and raised his head before continuing on. He'd have no hard time finding his first few maidens at least.

The bite of winter was in the air as a breeze nipped at his skin. The crossbreed's skin twitched at the chill and he tossed his thick black and gray forelock from his gaze. He spotted a group of exposed trees ahead of him, their leaves piled on the unforgiving earth beneath them. The scent of a female lingered in the air as well. She'd since left, but it hadn't been too long ago and Jareth clung to it, much like a hound to a fox. He allowed his softly feathered limbs to pick up their pace, moving into an easy trot.

He reached her before too long, slowing to a halt quickly, sending multicolored leaves flying in all directions. It seems she'd found shade and a nice patch of green grass, some that the sun's vicious rays hadn't grabbed hold of yet. His bright eyes took note of her ears constantly moving to and fro and chuckled softly to himself. She had every reason to be cautious and aware of her surroundings. Never knew what kind of brute would sneak up on an unsuspecting maiden in these parts.

The gray mare raised her head to look around, though Jareth hadn't noticed if she'd spotted him or not. She tossed her forelock from her gaze and the brute smiled at the action, for it was something he was forever doing himself. He took this as the time to move forward and introduce himself. Drawing himself to his full 16.3hh height, the liver chestnut approached with a charming (at least he hoped) grin upon his face, his hazel eyes half hidden beneath his thick forelock. Halting so that he was facing the female, Jareth bowed slightly before nickering a hello.

“A pleasure to meet such a beautiful maiden,” he smirked. His eyes took in her form before meeting her eyes again. “My name is Jareth. Might I be blessed as to know the angel's calling?” His charm might be a bit rusty from lack of use, but the Friesian cross was hoping that, with lack of competition, it wouldn't matter too much. He allowed his body to relax, a hind hoof resting on its toe against the hard ground. He watched her much like a man watches his last meal, waiting for some sort of reaction to come from her lovely form.

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