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Post by Magic on Aug 27, 2008 19:02:11 GMT -5
Daggars struck the earth with no hesitation. Reaching a small field, he haulted at the edge, viewing his surronding's. Once the plain patch of grass took it's cheery disguise off, in which many fell for, usually Light, he walked three meters in. He was already past his knee's when he took to the spot he would graze. Raising his detailed head, he sent out a loud whinny to all who were near. His call was friendly, but firm. That was all he really made out to be. To the untrained eye. His muscles were apparent when he lowered his large neck, and began to graze calmly on the overgrown grass.
Isola Dei Dei. Many had come and left this place, situated in the middle of deep water's. In a spiritual sense, this place held much in store to most, but it also contained the most gruesum of thoughts. Really, was this a place you'd want to stay? Sure. It's neither Heaven, nor Hell. Just in between... thought the graceful beast. Lifting his velvet maw, the stag walked furthur in, looking for flattened vegetation, where deer, or possibly equine, had settled for the night. He found a few crators, but no fresh scents lingered.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Aug 29, 2008 15:31:42 GMT -5
hannibal___. [/font][/color] beware those
who lurk in the shadows
and feed on your fear[/i][/size][/right] It was if the sounds and smells of Belle Valle that drew the darkened form of Hannibal toward it. His hooves trodded gently on the ground, head pulled toward his chest. The painted mustang moved through the trees, the shadows welcoming the dark horse. Tail swayed behind his large body, as the scent of another horse wafted to his flared nostrils. Another stallion.
Ears flicked, and the lead of Inferno Su Terra appeared behind the stallion. A smirk crossed his maw, and a forehoof stomped the ground. Well, well, well. What do we have here? [/color] The stallion's voice was in a hiss, and he moved to circle around the other stallion, ears flicked forward and a smirk on his muzzle.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Magic on Aug 29, 2008 16:50:08 GMT -5
The scent of a stallion had long came into Frasco's nostrils. He didn't ignore it, he left it at the back of his mind, waiting to hear it's loud footsteps. When he did, he lifted his head up from the grass, looking infront of him. Then came the words. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" said the unknown stag. That's when the ivory brute turned his large canvas to see the painted horse. After one large sigh, he said his words, simply. "Nothing but a mere stallion in search of shelter." said the dappled equine, voice carrying a strong spanish accent.
His lyrics were almost a laugh. It was like listening to a good song too often. Finally the song became a pain to the ears. He tilted his head, making himself look sceptical, nieve. When he lifted his maw back up, his ocean eyes held much much more than the thoughts of a yearling.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Aug 30, 2008 19:26:16 GMT -5
hannibal____. [/size][/font] beware those
who lurk in the dark
and feed on your fear[/i][/size][/right] Flicking his ears, the dark stallion smirked, watching the one before him. And what would your name be, stag? [/color] Hannibal stepped around the ivory stallion, standing so he was face to face with him. Crystal eyes stared at the other endlessly, wondering what this stallion would say to joining his herd if he asked. It would be a lot better, because he wouldn't be so ... alone? Nah, he didn't care if he was alone or not. He just didn't like thinking his harem was so vulnerable.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Magic on Aug 30, 2008 21:40:17 GMT -5
The Andalusian stood, knee's in lined with his shoulders. As a smirk appeared on the brutes features, Frasco couldn't help sum the stallion up within a few minutes of meeting him. Stuck up. The two words were a breif summory of what the ivory thought of the paint. He was a big fish in a small pond, some would say. Other's would just call him a jerk. Frasco thought the word "jerk" sounded like a rather feminine term. Ass hole? Yes, that sounded a bit more fitting.
Bobbing his head once, he settled his optics back onto the sementals. This equine was a Leader, and he knew that he shouldn't mess with him. A few insults were a possible choice, but that would have to come later on. That is, only if there was a later on. Then came his words. They sounded like his last words. Over-used. He'd said the same words one hundred times before, in different ways. "Frasco is my calling." he said, not bothering to ask for the stag's in return. He'd hear them soon enough.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Aug 31, 2008 7:17:54 GMT -5
hannibal___. [/font][/size] beware those
who lurk in the dark
and feed on your fear.[/i][/size][/right] Frasco. Interesting name, there. Tell me, Frasco, would you like to join me in my harem? I am but the only one who lives there currently. [/color] Ears flicked, watching the oddly white stallion in front of him. This sure was boring, standing here not talking really. The paint threw his head up, nostrils flaring slightly, and ears flicking wildly. The air smelled of the upcoming rain, however, this didn't cause much alarm to raise within the stallion. Tail slid over his hindquarters, the flies that came with summer rising up in an angry hum. Blue eyes traveled from the sky, from which they had gone, back to the Andalusian before him.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Magic on Sept 1, 2008 14:04:46 GMT -5
The lightly spotted stag took one step forward, raising his forefoot ever so high, making a thud to match the indent in the soft earth. He snorted, and listened to the brute infront of him, ask him to join his clan. He hoped this conversation would go somewhere a little more interesting, like perhaps why this stag had no herd members.
"Yes, perhaps I will join you on your way back to your lands." he was about to add lifeless to his lands, but decided otherwise. Who knew, maybe he'd end up as the Duke? He almost laughed at the thought, but kept his features free of any emotions.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Sept 1, 2008 15:54:13 GMT -5
hannibal___. beware of
those who lurk in the dark
and feed on your fears.[/i][/right] Nodding his head slightly, Hannibal flared his nostrils.
I would be Hannibal, by the way. My land is Inferno Su Terra. You may follow behind me if you wish, as I am going to head back to my lands right now. [/color] Tilting his ears forward slightly, the stallion was about to turn, before he paused and looked back at the Andalusian. Would Frasco actually join the dark stallion within the lands? Perhaps. Nodding slightly again, Hannibal finally turned, his dark painted body heading off into the shadows, slowly, in case the other stallion followed after him.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Magic on Sept 1, 2008 19:21:43 GMT -5
As Hannibal turned his bodice around, Frasco waited for him to start. When his new Leader looked back, the ivory stud snorted as if to say Get a move on. When he finally did, Frasco set off, his muscular body at the side of Hannibal's.
The Andalusian's pace matched the Paints. He tossed his head once, nostrils flared, spe up slightly. He wondered what type of terrain Hannibla's land was covered in. Forest? Plains? Sand? All he knew was that he was now a large part of Hannibal's small herd.
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