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Post by zenith on Jun 14, 2007 22:09:29 GMT -5
Nice weather, it would be said. The birds chirping, the sun shining, the clouds drifting lazily through the sky and the soft breeze ruffling the trees. It was a nice day, most would say, and it was gorgeous. Flowers newly bloomed, raising their petals to the sky to soak up all the sunlight, the new grasses springing up to give food to those who asked of the grass to bless them with energy. The tender blades had been nibbled on a bit, others had been stamped into the ground as a large male trudged on. A long, loping sort of gait, he seemed unconcerned with what was going on through the trees and the forest. Birds flitted away from the large stallion, almost as though he were going to reach high into the trees to bite them and tug them out of their perches. Snorting, he lifted his head higher and surveyed the terrain.
The dark bay's bright green eyes were the only things that made him different from any other bay colored stallion. There was nothing extra ordinary about him other than the scars that littered his body, some big and others small. It wasn't anything significant and so therefore didn't matter. At least in his minds eye. Tossing his black mane, he loped into a trot, testing the grounds out, as though they were something different from the various areas he had traversed. There was no remarkable difference, in his own eyes. And that caused him to be a little more at ease as his black tail swished at the fly that had seemed to follow him. Occasionally, if he was standing still enough, he would collect birds along his back. Almost as though it were a game, he would wait to see how many he could get and then thrash about wildly, causing them to fly off in screeches of annoyance and fear. That made him laugh as he snapped at them, chasing a choice few and causing them even more terror.
No, he wasn't much of a nice stallion, that was shown in how he reacted and acted among others. Mainly from his history, also because he was just born that way. A malevolent sort of humor and rather sadistic at times, he wasn't easy to get to know. No one had been able to get under that iron clad facade besides Marina. Dear, sweet Marina. Still made him angry over what had happened, but he no longer missed her. Actually using her death as a means to grow and become better in what he did and how he did things. It had made him stronger, in both a negative and positive way.
I like this place, so far.
Those were his thoughts as of yet, maybe they would change. Rearing up on his hind legs, he found it enthralling as he raced across the valley and ended up on the other side, testing out the way he could run along it. Sides heaving, he offered the lands a dark smirk, they didn't know what was coming to them.
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Post by Xeoa on Jun 14, 2007 23:02:26 GMT -5
A velvety wind tossed the mare's forelock and toyed with her tail. She watched as the breeze traveled up to the grove of olive trees, standing like sentinels at the mouth of the valley. The audacious blood bay pondered her thought for the day: The grass is always greener on the other side. The grass here didn't look any greener than on the other side of the grove, it actually looked a little more yellow than the meadow where her herd lived. It didn't matter to the horse. The quote had served well as an excuse to flee from her little patch of grass.
The Quarter saw the shape of a bay streaming across the valley, panicking birds and leveling the grassland as he went. The horse was indeed a stallion. The way the bay threw his head and propelled faster with each fluid step made the mare's imagination leave earthly limits and float far beyond the heavens. Who was this supple stallion? What is he doing here? How can I figure him out?
Adrenaline pulsed under her dark russet coat. The stallion seemed to be racing only himself, racing to reach the target at the other end of Hermes' Valley. The mare recalled a promise she made to herself two years ago; she was going to see Amphora, do some damage, and break some hearts. Maybe, if she could mix her genuine traits and her counterfeit ones, this stag could help her complete the third goal.
The Quarter's mind plummeted into a pit of doubt. Was her real self not good enough? Why did she have to act fake? Maybe she wasn't made to travel outside of her pasture. With every thought inside of her tearing the others apart, she came to an ostensibly impossible decision.
With a snort, a toss of her mane, and a stomp of her foot on the spongy earth, the mare raced after the stallion. Her mind was reeling, a plan was forming. The one thing she didn't know was if she could pull it off.
((OOC|| I think my muse is on vacation now, so if the post seems short I'm sorry!!!||))
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Post by zenith on Jun 14, 2007 23:12:44 GMT -5
Another pair of horse hooves raced behind him and he turned his head, looking back slightly and spotting a mare. A snort and a pretentious smirk on his lips as he turned his head back and pushed further ahead. Turning wildly, he stopped dead in front of her, then pealed to the side, just before she crashed into him. Lashing his head towards her direction, he attempted to grab a hold of her tail and whip her to the ground. How dare she. Snorting, he pawed the ground and stood proudly, the Frisian watching the female with sharp eyes. A smirk on his lips. Head held high, his sweaty body heaved with the intake of air.
"That was fun." he stated, his voice deep and throaty, and yet he had a dark sense of laughter tainting those words and thought it to be hilarious. To have played with a mare like that. Quick wit and sharp tongue, he was more apt to be hilariously playing pranks. But they all ended in some kind of anger management therapy needed by the other.
One who had a knack of finding the fake, he stood and surveyed her, "Mind telling me why you decided to chase me down?" his voice obviously told her he thought it was amusing, but yet he wasn't going to get into it. The iron facade let nothing out, only a cruel amusement and that ever present smirk. There was never a smile on said face, he seemed to have that smirk everywhere he went. It was hilarious, in a way, but it was how he dealt with things.
A protection, in sorts, and he had to admit he found her want to race him, then get into danger, rather interesting. Who was she? He didn't know, did he care? He didn't know that either.
((Thats fine. ^^ Mine leaves me occasionally. lol))
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Post by Xeoa on Jun 16, 2007 22:08:08 GMT -5
The mare saw the bay's neck swivel, turning to get a glimpse of her. My plan is working so far, the Quarter thought to herself. As the stallion's head turned in her direction, she glanced his intricate, green eyes. The blood bay's mind's eye leaped into the limitless seas of jade, trying to understand this stag. The mare then realized that she didn't want to break the bay's heart, she wanted to hold it, to cherish it, to feed it love. Her plan shattered while still in its larve stage, the pieces quietly settling on the back part of her brain. The Quarter didn't know what had come over her, she had never felt love before. One small peek at the fibrous bay made her heart flutter with birds' wings and her soul accomplish somersaults. What is this feeling? the mare questioned. She confused it with excitement for catching up to the strapping horse. Leaving her thoughts, she noticed the stag had come to a complete standstill. The blood bay dug the heels of her hooves into the sodden earth, still damp from a recent rainfall. The green-eyed bay bowed to the left, with seconds to spare before the mare would have crashed into his hindquarters. Dazed and relieved, she caught herself just in time to see him bank around and reach for her tail. Stumbling over her own hooves, the mare fell to the ground, one leg painfully bent beneath her. Looking up, the Quarter got her first good observation of the stallion. He was a broad Morgan Horse, bay, with his marvelous emerald eyes peeking out from underneath his thick forelock. "That was fun," the horse gruffly replied to the mare's deep gaze. Fun? That was fun? How could he taunt her like that? Her adrenaline level rising, invective and revenge raced through the mare's mind, then was inturrupted by the stallion once more. "Mind telling me why you decided to chase me down?" he inquired. The mare paused to think. She liked his outsized personality, his goading ways, not to mention those irresistable lime eyes. The Quarter decided to go with her gut, not second-guessing until she answered, "You seemed like a fun horse to chase." Again, her confidence achieved a nose-dive right back into that sea of uncertainty. After an instant of consideration, she hastily tacked on, "I'm Anaphersa. It's a pleasure."((OOC||I'm leaving home for two weeks on Monday, so I won't be posting for a while. Try not to do anything exciting! ||))
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Post by zenith on Jun 17, 2007 10:57:06 GMT -5
((That is fine, I've got to go to work and I'll post later. ^^))
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Post by zenith on Jun 17, 2007 13:18:48 GMT -5
Listening to the voice of the she-devil, he didn't portray his shock nor his annoyance at the received comment. Heck, he didn't think anything of that. Why tell names when names weren't asked? That was his view, of course she could have fun trying to guess the Frisian's name out of the many names that a stallion could have. Pleasure? Pleasure wasn't the half of it, not like he found pleasure in meeting obtrusive mares that he didn't think should have the right to speak. Especially when they lay themselves open like a book would have it said.
"Really now." he responded, sarcasm dripping from his deep tones, a snort and his ears flickered, eyes dancing with amusement at the mare. Fresh one, eh? At least she seemed like it. Tail flicked to the side and he gazed hard at her. What was this? She was making him slightly agitated with the way that she was standing there. Staring at him and making him feel kinda suspicious, like she was trying to weed something out of him. A snort and a low growl came from his lips. If one could call it a growl.
Seeing that she wanted his name, apparently, he refused to give it to her. "Pleasure." he snorted and flickered his ears, turning his head, "A pleasure is derived from something more substantial than a mere greeting." he told her, his voice harsh as he watched the mare standing in her place. A flick of his tail across his backside and he turned again. Had to be one of the more interesting conversations he had. Too much fluff, in his opinion. Nothing more annoying than a mare who spills pretty much everything in her first meeting.
Not everything, but it was enough to make him think of her as a flake. Nothing but a common mare, nothing more to him.
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Post by Xeoa on Jun 18, 2007 0:00:17 GMT -5
((OOC||Ok. Don't expect a reply from me until July, though. See you later! ||))
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Post by zenith on Jun 18, 2007 21:12:47 GMT -5
((Then I guess I'll see you later. ^^))
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Post by Xeoa on Jul 1, 2007 17:00:20 GMT -5
The bay sensed the Freisian's mind drill into her conscience. She stood, never taking her dark eyes from his jade ones. Anaphersa could feel something between them. She knew he didn't realize it, and the mare was glad. She had no clue what that something between them was, love or hate. All the Quarter was was grateful, grateful that the stallion didn't know.
"Really now," he said crossly, so Anaphersa thought. The mare could percieve the stallion's inspection of her. She eyed him straight on, her wall of strength never breaking.
"Pleasure," the Freisian continued. Anaphersa wanted the handsome stallion's name, but she knew he was not about to give it to her. "A pleasure is derived from something more substantial than a mere greeting." Damn. The dark horse had seen through her words. She could sense his want for an answer. It probably wasn't a want for an answer as much as a want for her to leave, but Anaphersa pretended the stallion wanted a reply.
"It may be more substantial but it is true," she rejoined. This time her confidence didn't drop back into the pits of Hell. This time, Anaphersa's assurance level boosted. What was said was said, what was done was done, and the mare just wished that the Freisian would feel that something between them.
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Post by zenith on Jul 1, 2007 21:54:46 GMT -5
Snorting, he pawed at the ground, truth? "Truth is relevant. Or irrelevant, depending on how you want to put that one." he offered to her with a look that clearly said that he could care less which way she wanted to take that one. It didn't make a difference to him, but he was trumping her with every turn around. Why? Just because he could.
To him, there was nothing between them because he didn't know her. He didn't know her at all, and he didn't believe in love at first sight. He didn't believe in love, really, he believed that mares were nothing but projects in which to satisfy the most basic needs of a stallion and to produce heirs. Which was all he could care about. Maybe someone could change the hard-set mind of this stallion, but it looked bleak.
Cruelty was what he dealt in and dabbled with, "Quite possibly, for you, its not substantial, at least in terms of your own pleasure. Which you, as per the example, get through greeting people." inanely, at that. Tossing his head, he stared down at her, he could claim her if he so desired, start his own herd, but he was thinking through that in his mind. Tumbling it around.
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Post by zenith on Jul 1, 2007 21:55:15 GMT -5
((Ack, that was short, sorry. x.x))
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Post by Xeoa on Jul 2, 2007 18:16:40 GMT -5
((OOC||I'm really busy and tired right now. I'm sorry, but I really don't feel like posting. ||))
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Post by zenith on Jul 3, 2007 22:31:06 GMT -5
((Thats fine, whenever you do feel like it, I'll be waiting. ))
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Post by Xeoa on Jul 5, 2007 11:52:23 GMT -5
"Truth? Truth is relevant, or irrelevant, depending on how you want to put that one," the Freisian stated. Anaphersa pondered his remark, up to her ears in confusion. The Quarter was the kind of horse that wanted things straight-foward. She liked to play with other horses, not be played with. This stallion was frustrating. He obviously doubted love, not to mention the deep love that the mare knew she had fallen in.
Anaphersa's longing for the stallion suddenly vanished and was replaced by disgust for the strong stag. He probably thinks of mares as nothing more as producers of foals, as pleasure machines! With no more than a moment of consideration, she turned her hindquarters to the Freisian and started to leave.
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Post by zenith on Jul 6, 2007 18:16:44 GMT -5
((He never did say anything about his views on mares. :/ I don't know how she figured that out, but he never said anything about it.))
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