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Post by zenith on Jun 9, 2007 19:57:01 GMT -5
Sharp sounds indicated the hooves of a cloven animal striding along the lands that had been found, apparently, by said animal. Head held high, one would see that she had the confidence that shouldn't be held by a mare. Sides heaved as the mare pulled to a halt, it had been a bit of a long run, her sides sweaty and her mane sticking to her forehead and her neck. Snorting, her head lowered and her eyes closed. This was a long run, her body was resting slightly with one hind leg tilted (not the word I wanted to use x.x) a bit as she stood. The mare's body remained absolutely still as she rested in the valley, right near a creek in which she was going to take a dip in, in a few, right now she didn't feel like it.
Long legged, her tail and mane are a dark, dark brown while her body is a deep chestnut brown color. The coat that she had sometimes blended in with her surroundings and she had found that it was absolutely hilarious to see stallions and mares alike walk by her without even knowing. Striding her way towards the creek, she dipped her muzzle and took a drink from the sparkling water. Licking her lips as she pulled her head up, she made her way into the creek, laying in it, she rolled as best she could. Taking her stand, she shook and continued on her way. This time her coat looking like she had sweated quite a lot.
There was white sock is on her left hind leg and a stripe of white on her chest, this mare not being of the most abnormal coloring, but it was a sight to see. Almost like she had been born to be a painted mare except she had somehow missed the paint that normally was there. Of course she had gotten her coloring from her mother and her father. The mother being brown and the father being white, inheriting different versions of her coloring.
Light almond eyes surveyed where she had landed upon, this was another new place to explore and the mare was eager to see if she would find a place to just enjoy herself. Snorting, Revelations left back foreleg stamped the ground as she paused in her trek. The dark chestnut mare had a white marking that slid down her chest, and a sock of white that was over her black hooves. Quite a normal looking mare, but one with pride and something of a superior gate as she started to move once again.
Revelation's hair and tail were both the darkest color of chestnut that you could find, almost black but there was a soft red color that gleamed in the sunlight when she walked. Whenever there was sunlight out shining its light on the earth. Which it was that particular day, Revelation offering a small smile as she lifted her head and began to trot on. What she would find, she wasn't sure but she was sure of one thing; she wasn't going to be losing anything in this trek. If anything wrong happened then she would be going away with her dignity intact and never looking back. Only to find a new place to live and thrive.
Being in many situations, Revelation had explored many a place and had wanted to find a place to just relax and have a time where she could say for certain that this was the place to stay. Whether or not this would be it was to be seen. Where she had come from was a place wherein she had been a part of a herd before but had been chased out when a new lead mare had taken the reigns of the group. Having a personal dislike of Revelation, she had challenged her out of the herd and Revelation had no choice but to leave with the whole of the herd behind her. Was she fool enough to fight twenty odd horses? No, she just left with a flick of her tail and her head held high; maintaining her dignity was key in her life.
edit Because I couldn't use the word I wanted, and it ended up being thingy instead of the word that I had originally. So sad.
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Post by SeaLight on Jun 10, 2007 6:29:43 GMT -5
ooc|| Hmm... what word was it?
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Post by Starbird on Jun 10, 2007 9:52:12 GMT -5
Ah... probably 'c-o-c-k-e-d'.
...BTW, may I reply?
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Post by zenith on Jun 10, 2007 20:09:26 GMT -5
ooc. Yes, that was the word. ahah.
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Post by zenith on Jun 10, 2007 21:01:39 GMT -5
ooc. Oh, and yes. Sorry for not answering. x.x;
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Post by Starbird on Jun 11, 2007 7:06:47 GMT -5
((Leh yay, woot. Postie time!!))
He came rolling in, following the streambed and thoroughly bored. Dante of Sparta was many things and among them patient was not. At the moment he was in the mood for conversation and had been hunting it since very early that morning -just after sunup. Which was particularly impressive for him because he loathed mornings with a passion. It helped he hadn't gone to sleep in the first place. He did that. If this keeps up much longer I'm going to go home and have my nap now instead of later, he grumbled, casting his gaze over the trees, the mountains rimming the valley, the sea, the sky, the creekbed, and finding all of it fairly well like too damn many places he'd seen before. Prickling, he tossed his mane out of his face. And furthermore, it was empty. A young squirrel mother was very scandalised as a great big black-and-white horse stalked past her tree, swearing black and blue under his breath. Now, Dante of Sparta was many things and one was that he had a one-track mind. Another was that (subconsciously, for he was far too much of an idiot to do it deliberately) he was always listening. So, when the mare came into visible sight he didn't notice her. But, when drawing breath in between rants, he heard her coming and looked up. Color-wise, she was both unusual and easily passed over. Dark chocolate hair on chestnut body with white markings on hind and chest. Once you pinned her down you appreciated the subtle play, but not before. In build she was very median- pretty in the nice girl-next-door fashion- no Helen of Troy, certainly, but then again quite nice to look at. It was how she held herself, how she moved, that caught attention. Fluid, with a haughty spontaniety that really turned heads. A feisty little princess. His foul mood evaporated in an instant and he set a course on her. Perhaps his luck wasn't out after all.
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Post by zenith on Jun 11, 2007 16:11:33 GMT -5
Turning heads wasn't something she did on a daily basis and she surely wasn't one to go and look to turn heads. Instead, she had her pride and her mystique about her. She was a different mare, obviously. Already looking at her, one could tell she was prideful because of the way she held her body and her head. Oh, she was a feisty one alright. Ears lay back as she shook her damp coat, flashing her tail about her hind quarters to rid her of those obnoxious flies, she was settled, for the moment. It was nice, a nice breeze was filtering through now, and it was going to probably end too soon. Of course, she was stuck with the heat and the aching possibility of being bored stiff.
But then her ears caught the sound of another, harder hoof beats and something that gaged the height and of course the weight of this horse. Obviously heavier horses had a heavier walk. Their gait was longer with longer legs, if they were taller. Tilting her head slightly, she shifted her body so that her rear end wasn't near the one who was approaching. Just in case it was a stallion, turned out it was and she offered him a small smirk as she backed up a tad, just in case.
While she had dignity and pride, she wasn't stupid and therefore she was going to remain confidently aware of what was going on around her. Especially with this new comer near her. Having never seen him before, of course she hadn't seen anyone!
"Hello." were the first words that flowed from her voice and she was thinking on what was going to be a reply in those words.
Not one to be like the normal female, she wasn't aiming to look for anything that would constitute too much talking. Unless she was going to be spending more time than just a simple sit-in, for lack of better words, with another. There was never a time where she was wasting her words nor her breath, she didn't believe in aimless chatter. Although a few would tell you that it was lie, not many were in that position to do so. As she didn't spend too much time around others, for the most part.
"Do you know your way around these parts?" she questioned, might as well find out something about these lands, if anything at all. Even if this stallion wasn't going to be anything more than just a well for information, at least at this point in time; she saw no more use for him.
If anything at all, she would find where she was going to be able to find food and other such things as that, it would make her travels easier and therefore she could rest and enjoy a time of peace before she decided if this was where she wanted to be before she finally stopped. If at all, her ears flickering as she awaited a reply, her eyes locked into his own, those almond eyes watching him, cautious yet friendly, devious yet naive. A world of contradictions Revelation was, and one would never know upon first meeting her.
Interesting stallion, I'll admit, don't know if he'll be able to keep said interest. she could have giggled outwardly with that, but she kept that at bay as she looked over at the other, taking a step closer, so as to not appear as aloof as she really was.
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Post by Tilliah on Jun 11, 2007 16:16:11 GMT -5
With a flourish of her blackened banner, Phratica appeared. Her deep, endless eyes searched the faces of the other two horses as she anylyzed them carefully. She would not make friends here, she guessed. She didn't want one, so that was just as good, then. One was a stallion. Fairly huge, with a broad bod and strong pistons. He was a piebald, black and white. Striking, not something she'd seen before. Not in a stallion. Not with such an air of- dominance about him. He was obviously focused on the other mare, who was next for the chocolatey orbs to inspect. She was a rather normal mare at first sight. But then, if you looked- defenitely not normal. A chestnut furred equine with darker chocolate points, and white markings here and there. Impressive, Phratica supposed with a flick of her ears. Back, and forth. She didn't really care he didn't look at her. She just needed a stallion, and frankly, she was very sure she could get one if she wanted. The wonton wind overtook her body, making her shivver. She was even attacted to the brute. Of course. She didn't need this. She lowered her head and waited for one of them to do something, and the warmth creeping into her soul dissapated immidiately. Her eyes grew cold, her heart shut itself in. And so, she was not alone. But in a sense, she was. She was very A L O N E..:';[/i] [/left]
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Post by Starbird on Jun 12, 2007 10:12:45 GMT -5
((Ah hah hah... Didn't like the old post at all. Total rewrite!))
The stallion's hooves thumped dully on the beaten dirt streambed as he made for the mare. He took his time climbing the slope, looking her over as he did. Idly, his particolor tail fwapped at his sides- for such a pretty creek, it certainly had a fly problem. They seemed to be bothering her, too. She'd been wading in the creek and now shook herself violently, sending water flying. Dante would have thought the little aquatic missiles would have scared off the blasted little black demons, but by the way she lashed at her sides, they weren't that cautious of their lives. He snorted. Damn bugs. She stood a little higher on the hill than him, and a breeze filtered through her brown hair. He smiled. Hauty little Arab, all fire and float. She made a very pretty picture silhouetted against the morning sky like that- and he had a feeling if he said that she'd bite him. He grinned. People who took flattery too seriously were dull. Give him someone he could wart any day. He saw her ears prick and knew she'd heard him. He didn't stop coming; he wanted to see how she'd react. She turned to face him- maybe 'turned' was too slow a word, 'snapped' might have served better. His eyebrow went up. Now, he didn't think he'd snuck up on her that bad. She flashed a smirk at him and backed up a pace. The other eyebrow followed. The look in her eyes said 'Nice try'. The intonation was somewhere between triumphant and suspicious. Closer to the suspicion side. Now, she was bemusing. He offered a wry smile with a hint of a tease in it in return. "Hello," she said. She didn't seem about to say anything else. The pause between the first and next sentance was enough for him to think of, Hello? Sparse greeting-, but not to say it. "Do you know your way around these parts?" she questioned. Her tone was cool, disdainful- the image that came to mind was a queen visiting one of her more distant provinces. The nearby villager is worthy in her presence so long as he has suitable information. His smile curled a little more. The change wasn't much, but his eyes glinted. She'd be fun. "Bits and pieces," he said, his tone lazy as she locked eyes. He was pretty well sure she was using the time to read him, so he decided to repay the favor. Pale hazel with an undertone of pink. Like a cherry petal. Pretty, the promiscuous part of his brain said. Just as offhand, the practical part said, Wary, being friendly to put him off guard. There was an acquisitive look in them that she did a bad job of hiding. She undid the extra step, trying to cozy-fy the atmosphere. Still transparent, but she had the right idea. For some reason she struck him as rather young. Probably her lack of guile and- yes, the flash of 'giggle' emotion didn't help. Air puffed out of his lungs in an expression halfway between a snort and a soft laugh and his smirk turned more teasing. Dante glanced at her askance, his eyebrow going again and the opposite side of his mouth quirking. His head went further out, the lazy-arrogant gesture saying, Explain further~... She reminded him of a kitten. Such a high opinon of herself. Took life so seriously you just had to laugh. She was cute. And he knew it would drive her batty.
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Post by Starbird on Jun 12, 2007 10:15:34 GMT -5
((However, let me make a note- I love how both the mares are so mercenary. Dante's going to try to go home with both of them just for that. He finds the lack of fluff refreshing, as at this point he's a mercenary character himself. Whee! *huggles both*))
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Post by zenith on Jun 12, 2007 13:02:58 GMT -5
Raise a brow and tilt your head, look at the stallion with curiosity. However, it didn't happen, she gave him an offhand grin and shifted herself. "Oh?" she found that amusing, bits and pieces, eh?. She would have to find out about these bits and pieces that he mentioned, almost as though it were an afterthought for the way that she seemed to be. The way she seemed to react and act. Her hazel eyes appraised him as well, seeing the way he stood, it seemed as though he appreciated her laconic ways, which was good for him. As she was that way, if one wanted more, they would have to pull teeth. But that would hurt. Literally. "Out of the bits and pieces," she held back the urge to laugh, for some reason she found that absolutely hilarious, "What 'bits and pieces' do you find the... most habitable?" she questioned, smoothly transitioning into that mode of speaking, she would like to be able to stay among some place and just relax, enjoy her stay, enjoy where she wanted to go. At least where she ended up, and her eyes were sharply naive with a tad bit of her worldly knowledge. However, it wasn't anywhere near where she would have been if she had been around other horses as much. "I might do you the pleasure of taking me there as well," came her snarky reply, and devious grin on her mouth. Yes, she was playing with him, and it was well versed. She loved to tease and play, but she always knew what and when to play. That came from the wisdom. That came from the watching of the animals before her while she journeyed. Although she knew not much of some things, others, she was insightful, she knew. It was a contradiction, yet wasn't she just a world of contradictions? A whirlwind, barely able to be contained, energy thrumming through her entire being but with her laconic attitude, she slid deeper and farther into the recesses of those who had even once spoken with her. Not talking had its value, she gained more knowledge than others did since she listened. It was a weird trade off, but apparently it was paying off for her. Obviously since this stallion seemed to be fond of her. Should she bat her eyelashes and give him a coy grin? Then start jumping around like a moron, prancing? Maybe she should blush and rub herself all over the male, all of which would never happen unless he were to be her mate. Hah! Imagine how many stallions had wished this for themselves, with this prickly female. ((I have those characters all about. lol I don't do many talkers because I myself am not one and its hard for me to emulate them if I'm not a talker. I love how Dante portrays a bad-boy. I loves that. hehe Revelation likes bad-boys too.))
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Post by Starbird on Jun 12, 2007 13:34:33 GMT -5
((*grins hyperly* Yosh. His weak point is mornings, though. There's a mare I have, part of his 'group'- not herd, most emphatically- and she and he are best enemies. Always getting the better of the other... she kicks him awake. Every. Single. Day. I love having Dante's temper get the better of him. Anyway, my mom has her own long post to finish (it's geneological in nature), so I'll be absent for a bit. Reply soon!))
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Post by Starbird on Jun 12, 2007 13:37:18 GMT -5
((Bad boy? You like bad boy? Little kitten over there might be in over her head *heart* Let's make her mad!))
Bits and pieces. For some reason she seemed to have liked his answer. Frankly, she seemed just on the verge of a giggle spasm. Then came The Question and the transition back to the oversized hauteur. The devious grin, the flirty quip, the utterly oblivious eyes... his sides were bursting. It probably wasn't exactly the best move, but she was just too much. He was going to laugh. Here he'd thought he'd hooked a cunning mercenary, a fight to the teeth, and now she was playing the seductress with as much guile as a... he glanced away, biting at his lips. With her pride, this was the surest way to see the pretty spitfire. It wasn't exactly hard, either. Wait for it... His sides were shaking with the effort of not laughing out loud. Collapsing on the ground and bellowing would probably be playing it up a bit much. The thrill of mischief was compounding her own hilarity. Snigger, snigger, snigger- like a little kitten. She might grow up to be a dangerous lioness someday, but now her paws were just too big...
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Post by zenith on Jun 12, 2007 14:10:37 GMT -5
((Thats fine. ^^ I happen to love tempers, poor Dante. Ahah. Getting kicked awake, it seems that they happen to love getting on one another's bad sides. Revelation and he should have a pretty good time teasing and playing around, should it become serious or something I wouldn't know. She likes to tease, pretty cool mare. I loves her. I'll be waiting. ^^))
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Post by Starbird on Jun 12, 2007 14:35:02 GMT -5
((Heh. He wants to make her go boOM! My tease. He just lives to be infuriating. *huggle huggle* I can't let him get too out of hand, though. *stands with stick to whack when head gets too big* I'd had it in mind, though, that he gets the better of her often. He's going to nickname her 'little kitten'. Now, let's see that razor tongue of hers!))
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