Panda
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Post by Panda on Nov 19, 2008 1:29:40 GMT -5
Rixon......
Snorting harshly, my tail whipped harshly at my flank, as I weaved my massive, duotoned form through the land, not giving a car if some stallion and his harem resided here. I was a lot bigger than most mares, and to some, the sight of me could frighten them, not that I cared. I just laughed and chased them, or if they were feeling a little more 'braver' than the last lot, I'd attack them the chase them. It was very real for them, ut only a game for me. One that I'd never tire of.
Halting, I lifted my head up into the air, my thick neck arched, and I sniffed at the air, trying to locate any scents that may be lingering. Immediately, I caught the strong scent of a stallion, and a few weak scents, not much to track off of. This stallion was, no doubt, the leader of this land. Lowering my head to it's normal position, I arched my neck and tucked my head to my chest, and raised a leg, massive hoof pawing at the ground. Another harsh snort exited from my nares, and I pawed at the ground a few more times, effectively creating a deep impression, before lowering my leg to the ground and letting it rest. My tail whipper harshly at my flank, while my icy blue eyes scanned the terrain, searching for any signs of equine, other than myself.
My ears swivelled back and forth, alert and ready to catch the sounds of hoof falls. Raising my head again, my thick neck arched out, and I bellowed a loud, deep call for the stallion that reside here. "I now reside here. And if you don't like it, well, then that's your problem." I kept my neck arched and my head held high, no signs of fear within me. I now resided here, and if this stallion had a problem with it, then that was his problem, not mine.
OOC......
I hope you didn't mind. x3 If Dazeedo does decided that she can stay, if he doesn't tyr and chase her off, she could be some sort of warrior or whatever. xD
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Post by FalconX on Nov 21, 2008 11:07:03 GMT -5
Stupid Spring, the stallion thought with a snort. Despite his dislike for all seasons, he hated the merriness that seemed to come every time Spring came around. Along with the fact that, flies started showing up more. No longer deterred by freezing temperatures. Black acoustics lay irritably against the brute's skull. His mahogany hued eyes narrowed, with his banner flashing back and forth angrily. To say the least, the stag was in a horrid mood. His seemingly delicate pillars moved him forward, despite his attitude, he seemed to float across the land in his smooth gait. Banner held high in typical arabian fashion, yet still flashing back and forth behind him.
His intelligent brown optics scanned the land. Working off his foul mood by traveling the lines of his land. Searching for anything out of place, or anyone trespassing. His nares dilated as he took in a large whiff of the air, they quivered slightly as he let out a silent nicker, rumbling deep inside his chest. The nicker was angry, the scent he had received on the wind didn't make him mad. No, the scent of a new mare was almost always a good thing. A devilish gleam sparked in his cold orbs, and a smirk grew on his maw, front and center for all to see. Pistons thudded the ground in a faster pace as he sped up, going towards the scent.
Just as the sound of a deep trumpeting voice entered his acoustics, he spotted the mare. Her words showing no humbleness. Or appearance that she knew, that she was not a Queen in these lands. It angered him ever so slightly. Yet, her eyed her frame, she was large and would most likely bid well in his army. He smirked again, walking up towards her with an air of indifference, and power. "Is this usually how you try to get into a herd? A most unique way if I do say so myself." He watched her, shaking his crown, to remove his forelock, that was falling in his eyes. "I am Dazeedo, King of the Darks. And you, your name is?"
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Panda
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Post by Panda on Nov 21, 2008 20:48:27 GMT -5
Rixon......
After bellowing out my call for the lead to come forth, I let my icy blue eyes screen the terrain in search of him. When the sound of hoof beats entered my ears, I turned my head around, spotting an Arabian stallion coming closer. So this must be him, huh. I kept my head held high, my neck arched. I watched him as he looked over my frame. My ears flickered backwards for a slight moment, before returning to their normal stature. "Is this usually how you try to get into a herd? A most unique way if I do say so myself." Yawning tiredly, I let my icy blue gaze drift over his Arabian frame. "Only tried it once before, and it worked pretty well. I only left when I grew bored of harrassing the same equine all the time. They didn't take to well to finding bruised and battered, and occasionally lifeless, bodies of their herdmates. Anybody who stood up to me, ended up the same way." I darkly chuckled, and evil smirk gracing my features. I watched him shake his head to remove his forelock from his eyes, and listening again as he spoke. "I am Dazeedo, King of the Darks. And you, your name is?" I turned my titled my head up and tilted it to the side, much like a small child would if they were confused, and I let my icy blue gaze drift over his form once again. "Well met, Dazeedo. Rixon, they call me, but most, traitor and murderer. Not that I ever complain." I chuckle darkly once again, lowering my head to it's normal stature and remain silent after that, waiting to hear what he would say.
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Post by FalconX on Dec 8, 2008 13:13:18 GMT -5
A twisted smirk appeared upon the brute's mug. Quite the story she told. Perhaps if it were all true, she might do well in his herd. He took any mares he could get, and had a few weaker mares because of that. It would do the dark herd wonders if he could get several femmes that were like the fatale that stood before him. Dark amusement was shown clearly in his mahogany orbs, but his facade lay expressionless, save for the smirk that was still lingering, though it too, was starting to fade. An evil chuckle pierced the air, and his acoustics pricked forward as he watched the mare. Indeed, she was worthy of being called a true dark. The two toned brute moved a step closer, his eyes narrowed in thoughtfulness as he looked at her. Another wicked grin covered his velveteen kissers, and his brown eyes flashed in sick pleasure. "Quite the name and story you carry, Rixon."' He replied, his vocals thundering from his parted lips. She would be a fine warrior for him, and he wished her to be on his side, in his herd. This mare, strong and built like a fine bred fighter, would not only help him in the midst of a battle, but maybe also produce him foals that were such as she. "You wish a place in this herd." It was a statement, not a question. "And I shall grant you one." He eyed her, somewhat warily. "None shall stand in your way, so no herd members will I find battered, bruised, or dead. Those above you can order you to do things. But you shall be treated with respect, not shown to regular herd members."
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Panda
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Post by Panda on Dec 12, 2008 19:06:06 GMT -5
Rixon......
As I stood there, I watched him with my icy blue eyes, watching as a twisted smirk appeared on his features. A minute or two later, an evil chuckle pierced the air, which brought a smirk to my face. The smirk remained in place as he took a step closer, eyes narrowed slightly as he look me over. A moment later, a wicked grin placed itself on his features, his lips peeled back to speak. "Quite the name and story you carry, Rixon." He paused for a moment. "You wish a place in this herd. And I shall grant you one." He eyed me warily, and for a moment, my ears flicked back to my skull, before flicking back forwards. "None shall stand in your way, so no herd members will I find battered, bruised, or dead. Those above you can order you to do things. But you shall be treated with respect, not shown to regular herd members." I straightened up, an evil smirk coming to my features. My ebon tail whipped at my flank, ridding the flies that were settled there. "In return, you have my full allegiance." I paused for a moment, long enough to lower my head slighty in a form of respect, then I brought it back up, evil smirk still in place. "That is all well with me. But I will not hesitate to bring down those who disrespect you, myself, or any of my future spawn. No one does me, my lead, or my children wrong, or they will end up in a messy situation, to the point where they will be near unrecognisable." A snarl pasted itself on my features as I said this last sentence, telling him that I meant it, that I would not hesitate to bring any one down. I could get down right ugly if I was pissed off. And anyone who started the whole ordeal would bear my wrath.
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