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Post by dasuke on Jun 11, 2009 14:21:40 GMT -5
Jazz Lady cantered into the meadow, wondering what she would do if multiple stallions came here to claim her. Should she go with the first stallion she saw or should she play with the stallion(s) first? Jazz never expected that finding a home would see to be so hard and decisive. She looked around, closing her eyes as a soft breeze blew her mane and forelock off of her face. When the breeze stopped she looked around for anyone ands when she didn't spot anyone the dark grey mare picked up a lovely and smooth canter. She had so much energy that she needed to rid herself of. Jazz Lady easily carried herself over the beautiful, green land with long, powerful strides. If she had even been endangered by a cougar she would and could easily outrun it. But outrunning an enemy was not all just about speed and stamina. Outrunning someone took strategy too. Theses were some of the things her herd siblings had taught her while they grew up.
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Post by Kcx on Jun 18, 2009 12:21:05 GMT -5
His muscles were tensed as he walked gracfully through the feild, eyes staring unwillingly at his muscular body. Or the scars, he guessed. His blue eyes blinked slightly as they wandered around to every body, every soul, that stood weraly as he passed. Few mares dared to give a weak smile to him, as if they wanted him to notice their weak bodies and small frames. Heh. As if they could bear his foals and keep his land if he were ever away. As if they didn't know what he was thinking. Yes, he was a devil. He looked like one, he usually acted like one when he wanted to. And let's face it, he was born like one. Many scars barred on his left rib cage as he slowly paced along, showing that he was a fighter and no more.
The scar going through his eye showed that it was something he was going to keep. His vision was slightly blurred as he made his way to the outskirts, seeing the bodies the moved around slowly. Many eyes looked at him before snapping back, probably too afraid of what might happen if they stared too long. Yes, of course something bad would happen if they stared too long. He would kill them for doing so. He never liked eyes looking at him for too long. Yes, he looked manged and mangled. But that was no reason to stare, correct? His ears flickered slightly as his cranium looked around werily. And then finally, he saw her.
Her dark grey coat almost stood out amoung the rest. He snorted as he smelled the air, trying to sense if she was in heat or not. He couldn't tell. He was here for a queen. Either that, or a mare to bear his foals. A slave or two, maybe. He needed a Queen who was smart and rough, who could take care of things when he was gone. To him, she didn't look like the queen type. But he didn't care. He wanted a mare in his life. A couple, maybe. But he didn't know. Slowly he jogged towards the mare. She was cantering slighty, so he stood in her path to stop her. He didn't want to be rude, but just wanted to talk to her. He was to be cerdius, right?
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Post by allisunn on Jul 4, 2009 20:20:24 GMT -5
Adagio;;
Lightning fast legs screwed the land like the devil did a whore. His mangled, sweat stained body was covered lie ashes in the snow. It was a hard day. He kept hearing things. This wasn't like him. He didn't like it. He screamed out, his voice calling out for something non existent. Or was it? He didn't know. Harks raised to the account though. He heard a neigh, and immediately his shanks carried him through the blinding, razor sharp snow. It was so cold out.
"Is any one out there?" He called back, but nothing came in return. He pulled his rear under him and slowed down. This wasn't like him. To lose his mind like this. No, he was a light stallion, he wasn't supposed to lose it. He was terrified for the horse. He knew the land well, he had lived in it for so long now. But was it the desolation that was making him go mad?
He didn't know, he couldn't understand, he hated it, it was hell, but it was cold. He shivered and pivoted around, his hooves sliding on ice, making him ricochet to the ground. He grunted and hit hard, bruising his side. He sighed, trying to breath but the breath as knocked out of him. He knew he had to move or he would die, die by being frozen cold. He stood, moaning and and getting clear to the sky. The wind blew harshly and he reared, batting back. He would not give up with a fight. He owned the land and he would not let it drive him out.
He was a strong stallion, they all knew this. He galloped to his cave, his man cave, his lair. To wait out everything. But something was already there. He grunted and galloped forward, shrieking and opening his mouth, gnashing his enamels. It turned around and...
The stallion leaned forward almost immediately. He was drenched in sweat from this supposed... nightmare. Sighing, he stood heavily to his flints, realizing he had done a little damage. He must have been thrashing. How embarrassing. He sighed and shook all over, sending dust and grass off of him. It was a warm enough day to where he would be dry within a few minutes. He stood in direct sunlight though. Moving, his struck a sore spot and stamped his foot, "Damn it," He said, walking a little and limping some to get him under the warm shade of trees.
He waited until his coat was dry, muggy and gross and dirty it was, he was still dry. He walked out, hearing thunderous hoof steps. Wind went by, carrying the hardy scent of a mare. He sighed, he did need a mate. Loping forward and splitting in and out of trees, he cantered into the field, then took off like a bullet, catching up to the mare as easily as if he were trying to keep up with his deceased mother. "Hello, miss." He said, snorting. She was a big girl, but only a hand taller. "My name is Adagio, would you mind sharing yours?" He asked.
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