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Post by x.fall_for_you.x on Jun 11, 2009 16:30:16 GMT -5
Carefully, silently .... fearfully, the fifteen-point-two buckskin entered the eerie silence of Lonely Hearts. There were others here, she could feel eyes watching her, but she forced herself not to look at them. Heart began to race as a few males began to take curious steps towards her and she found herself near panic, speeding up until she came to a place set apart from the others. A low rumble overhead made her heart sputter, picking up when she realized it was just thunder. A flash of lightning lit up the terrain, calming in her opinion. However, others began to move away from the lands until hardly a soul was left. Well, living ones that is.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw a snow-white equine quiver, like the air does during a heat wave. A squeal escaped her as she desperately tried to block out the image before her. Shutting her eyes and hanging her head between her front pillars, she prayed silently that it was just her imagination. Fear began to creep over her, eating her alive, making her weak in the knees, but there was comfort in the darkness of her eyelids. She could see nothing and nothing could see her ... not here in her imaginary world ... until the images began to play in her mind again.
The memory of that first spirit to appear pushed itself into her darkness, engraving itself on her dark brown iris, digging into her pupils. A small hailstone dropped from the heavy sky, surprising her. Eyes sprung open and she looked around. More hail began to drop from the sky but in her chaotic mind they were stones being tossed at her for being different, for being able to see things she didn't want to see. Her body began to tremble, only half due to the violent wind that blew over her now and again. Silently she stood there, looking right into a nightmare.
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Post by Kcx on Jun 11, 2009 16:43:00 GMT -5
Long, black pillars carried the musclar stag carried him self silently through the crowd. His ears swivled as mares stared at him diligently, as if intersted in the large stallion, hoping he would come closer and start some sort of chat with them. Of course, the doubted he would. He only ignored those who tried to get his attetion. He hated attention grabbers. They annoyed him. As his nostrols flared, he walked deeper into the crowd, hoping to get out. He felt weary eyes watch his sillouthe as he crept by, virtually unnoticed. And what were they looking at. Maybe some mares noticed the newest scares on his left side; the ones he had gotten from a recent Moutian Lion attack. He had survived that, yes. But barely.
He walked along as if he were trying to be unnoticed. But then why would he be here? To find mares, of course. Yes, his land was quite boring without any mares or foals of his own. This anoyyed him deeply. Another thing to put on his list of anoyyances, yes? He took pit on most he laid eyes on, though. Most seemed like weaklings. Many young stallions backed out of his path as he crept along, as if he were posion. As if he were going to kill them with one swing of him mighty hoof. And he would, too. Kill all the stallions and round up all the mares. His mind was urging him to do that. At least he would have a herd. But no. He tried to ignore that urge as he walked, his head held low, as if he were worried about something. And then he saw her.
She stood alone, outside of the bunch, as if she were watching something. Her buckskin coat seemed dazlzing in this now slightly hailing atmosphere. Yes, he could choose her and pick her off first. No, he would choose her first. His pillars walked slowly towards the mare, as if on a mission. No, now they were on a mission. To claim that mare. Yes, he would claim her. As if he hadn't claimed a mare before. But he was a ditcher. One who bred mares then left them with the mother to take care of. He was like that. Like a rouge, what with all his scares he'd let build up ocer the years. He looked liek trash, but mares said he had good lines, and he was strong, so how couldn't this mare not want him , either?
"Hello there," he spoke, stopping just a few feet away from the mare. She seemed tp be paniced almost. He knew he had to stay his distance right now. "And what is a beauty like your self staying stranded away when you should be finding a nice, young stallion to claim you, eh?" his lips spoke delecate words, words he had always used to attract mares on the first try.
He just hoped this worked.
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Post by x.fall_for_you.x on Jun 14, 2009 9:23:50 GMT -5
Tresses, stained black against her buckskin bosom, hung over her neck and eyes. Thorax heaved like she was out of breathe, heart pounding within it. Her legs felt to weak to support her, but she never allowed them to give way. She might have, if it hadn't been for the atramentous bodice venturing towards her. Though weary, the mare found herself with a bit of aggression inside of her. Pinned against her skull, fragile harks caught his murmured words. "Hello there," Right away, she noticed the distance he had put between them and smirked. Either he was afraid or confused about her previous behavior. Whipcord fluttered behind her, releasing some of her sent, and she narrowed her eyes as he spoke once more.
"And what is a beauty like your self staying stranded away when you should be finding a nice, young stallion to claim you, eh?" Flicker of annoyance ran through her and she stamped a front pillar. "A better question would be, what is a young stag like yourself doing standing so far away from a weak little vix?" Her words were dark, snarled at him with bared fangs.
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Post by Kcx on Jun 14, 2009 19:18:21 GMT -5
One side of his lip went up in amuzment as he listened to the mare's words. So she would play hard to get, would she? So now the stallion would be entertained by her. Almost slightly, maybe. But he would still be entertained, wheather she would like it or not.
"My thoughts are nothing to your words," he said to the mare. "You seem not so helpless at the moment, I can see that. So why is it that you are acting distressed?"
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Post by x.fall_for_you.x on Jun 20, 2009 13:58:13 GMT -5
Harks were pinned forwards in an attempt to capture his words, eyes glued to the brute to watch for any sign on attack. She wasn't sure what she would do if he did try to hurt her. What could she do? Everything was just ... horrible right now. She knew what was going to happen to her, but couldn't figure out a way to stop it. "My thoughts are nothing to your words," "Oh, so now you can't think?" she snickered, shuffling her feet uncomfortably. "You seem not so helpless at the moment, I can see that. So why is it that you are acting distressed?" "It's nothing you would understand."
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Post by Kcx on Jun 23, 2009 14:06:56 GMT -5
He snorted at the vixen's words. He wasn't amused. But he knew he had to live with it if he were try and claim her, correct? His ears swiviled, his muscles tensed slightly. He knew she might be afraid of him. Prehaps not. Either way, he knew she was watching him. He just wondered if the female knew he knew. Now to him, that would be very interesting. Not like this conversation wasn't, right? Vixens always held a good conversation.
"Who says I would not understand it?" he restrained from commentting to her other response, his pillars shifting as he stood there. "It wouldn't be right of you to judge without getting to know someone, correct?"
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