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Post by Sequna on Jul 6, 2009 12:49:30 GMT -5
Four hooves thundered along the snow covered land. They made a crunching sound as each hoof landed in the snow. The mare to whom the hooves belonged to kept her audits perked. Her orbs scanned the land in front of her. She needed a herd. Possibly a mate too. Her mind was fully concentrated on getting to the land where she could find a stallion to join. She hoped for a neutral stallion to be there, knowing that if there was a dark or light, they could easily sway her beliefs. She did not want to be taken advantage of, but feared that's what would happen, now that she was on her own.
As she arrived in the land, she slid to a stop. Her hooves finding it hard to get traction on the slippery snow. The mare, known as California Rush, threw her head up in protest. I hate the snow. She uttered silently to herself. She pawed at the powder, trying to uncover any sign of green. The sign of warmth. Nothing. She huffed out her sides, obviously frustrated by the winter season.
Taking her mind off of the annoying weather, Rush raised her head. Her audits were perked and her orbs scanned the horizon. Flared nares took in every scent. There were stallions around, and mares too. Swishing her tail, arching her neck, Rush tried to make herself as appealing as possible. She was thankful that he coat was clean, knowing that would attract a stallion. She needed water, she needed food. She needed someone to show her where to get all of it.
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Post by SHAM on Aug 13, 2009 14:38:10 GMT -5
RHYME && r h y t h m
It was quiet in these grounds where the presence of both mares and stallions was overwellming in the scents left behind. Ture, the land remained desolate for the moment being but it was obvious that this was usually a thriving scene. As if responding to the call of emptiness, a single puff of breath clouded one clear space of air from amongst a grove of thick trees. If one looked closer, the breathtaking outline of an equine could be made out but it was slightly distorted by something else that graced the stallion's presence. As if bored by the very silence of the realm, a snort vibrated through the flared nostrils of this creature as his chiseled limbs pushed him forth through the trees and out into the open. Now that his entire bodice was visible, you had to look twice if just the sheer contrast he proved to be with the blinding snow. Deep blood bay pelt seemed to ooze with energy as his deep mocha pools danced about this barren land. A singe ebony wrapped appendage pawed at the snow covering the earth so that not a shred of color appeared from below. Sighing slightly, he began to move forward almost dancing in his movements as he was forever glancing about as if looking for someone or something.
That someone wasn't far away and she made her presence known to the young stallion in a beautiful harmony that exploded from her kissers. She moved with much the same grace as the brute and, as she fell into step with the stallion, one could almost assume that they were something more than just random aquaintances. Indeed, the two shared a bond far greater than friendship. Without speaking, the pair wound their way through the snowy land, enjoying each other's company. It was far to obvious to the mare that there was something else on her companion's mind and her flared nostrils confirmed that feeling. Falling back so that her own muzzle aligned itself with this brute's side, she quietly resigned to watching as he moved toward the other fatale that stood not far off.
Long powerful strides struck the ground as the stallion and mare drew near this one other who was clearly no enjoying the covering upon the earth. A sneer wound its way across the tyrant's features as he moved in toward his prey. Silvery lyrics spilled out from his parted kissers as he drew himself to a halt. Now, what do we have here? His sneer expanded slightly as he inched closer to this painted dame. An exhasperated snort escaped from the mare who had been trailing her companion as she silently begged the other mare not to fall for the antics of one who went by Rhyme.
[ooc. I brought them both, if there is any confusion just let me know and I'll send Rhythm out. mkay?]
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