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Post by L Y N X ! on Jan 22, 2009 17:50:28 GMT -5
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The chestnut vixen stood quietly in a large patch of uncovered grass that was brown and forest green from being under the snow and leaves for so long. Mud was there more than anything else, sticking to her grey daggers like glue and squished and sucked and was just plain icky. Lynx legs were coated with the stuff, as well as a few small patches that had lept up and landed on other places throughout her bodice when she had trotted about. She was relieved that the biting winter was over and the herd would have more food to spare; she needed to gain some pounds. She wasn't too thin, just enough to see and count all her ribs through her coat. Already her heavy winter coat was beginning to shed off, revealing small patches of glossy pelt. The vixen was coming into heat as well as the spring began, and she wasn't really looking forward to the driving hormones. Her kissers went to the earth and her teeth snapped at the ground and the small stubs of plants. Her whipcord lashed gently from side to side, her radars swiveling lazily.
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Post by Vel on Jan 22, 2009 18:39:34 GMT -5
Lassan had been joggin through the thawing land of Terra Delle liberta. He was glad that spring was finally here, sure it was very early spring, but it was a lot better than the harsh winter the had just gotten over. That had to be the worst winter in the five years that Lassan had been alive on this isle. Hopefully the summer wouldn't be the hottest.
He let out a snort and slowed when he saw Lynx grazing up ahead. He shook his ebony crown and proceeded forth. "Hello, Lynx!" his lyrics caled out, a happy ring to them, for it was growing warmer and he felt good.
He halted a couple of metres away from here and looked around at the scenery and then back to Lynx. "How are you today?" he asked, stamping a mud covered pillar.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Jan 22, 2009 18:59:40 GMT -5
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First the sound of rapid breathing of an equine and the squishing and sucking sounds of pillars hitting the mud came her Lynx's ears before she heard the cheerful bugle of Lord Lassan sounded off. She raised her crown and turned her head to see the dished head of the Arabian stud only a few paces away.
"Hello, lord Lassan," she greeted in reply, pricking her ears and giving a crooked smile. He seemed to be it quiet the good mood, didn't he?
"Fine, fine, thank you. In yourself?" she replied politely, the words flowing out her kissers without effort. An easy conversation, I should say. She gave a shake of her pelt to get some of the staining mud off her chestnut pelt.
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Post by Vel on Jan 23, 2009 18:34:13 GMT -5
Lassan smiled at her as she greeted him. "There is no need to add 'lord' when you greet me. Just say 'Hello Lassan.' or something like that. just don't call me Lassie. Actually never call me that." he spoke in a cheery voice. There had been too much sadness the past month, he had to be happy, for the rest of the herd's sake.
Lassan's orbs focused on lynx as she asked him how he was. "I'm fantastic." he stated. "It's such a beautiful day, don't you think?" he asked as he loked up to the cloudless sky. He was actually happy today. He didn't know why he felt so happy, he just was.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Jan 23, 2009 18:53:28 GMT -5
&&.Lynx
The vixen shook her head, still smiling. "Sorry Lassan, I was just put into the habit from where I came from. I find it quite polite," she said, raising her crown all the way. She swiveled her ears, amuesed by his happy-go-lucky attitude despite the sadness the last month had brung to the herd.
She nodded and looked to the pale blue sky as well, nostrils flaring. "It is, it is," she agreed, looking back to the arabian stallion once more.
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Post by Vel on Jan 23, 2009 19:04:49 GMT -5
Lassan snorted and shook his head. "Well atleast you weret aught wel Lynx. But while you're in Terra Delle Liberta you may call every one by their names. no lord, lady, sir or what ever other formalities you can think of." he said with a wink. His smile grew as she agreed with him about the weather. "Yes. Quite lovely." He loked around as a cool breeze whipped accross Liberta, tossing his banners around his neck and hindquarters.
"Fancy a run?" he asked. Lassan just seemed to be overflowing with energy today. Maybe she would run with him. In fact, he never really ran with any one before, it had always been just him.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Jan 23, 2009 19:14:43 GMT -5
&&.Lynx
Lynx turned to face him completely, nodding. "Okay, Lassan, but It'll be a hard thing to break. It won't happen over night," she warned gently, raising her eye-brows. She blinked and turned her crown to the wind and is lashed her mane and tail about like flags before dying down a bit again.
She looked to him again as he spoke, flashing a smile. "I would, thanks. I need one of those," she answered, tossing her head and cutting the grass and cut with a sharp pillar. Without waitign for a reply, the lunged off and a canter, ears pricked. She looked back at Lassan, grinning.
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Post by Vel on Jan 23, 2009 19:44:29 GMT -5
Lassan smiled as she agreed to go running with him. Before he could reply, Lynx broke into a fluid canter and flew past him. Lassan tossed his crown and let out a whicker as he quickly flung his bodice around and broke into a fast canter, his ebony pillars eating up the ground as he ran. It took him a minute or two to finally catch up with the cantering Lynx. He snorted and bucked when he was running a few strides behind her. He then pushed hard with his hind legs and quickly made his way past er cantering form.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Jan 23, 2009 19:59:59 GMT -5
&&.Lynx
Lynx laughed and flattened her ears as she kept her pace, taking swift, fuild movements. She flared her nostrils as the took in larges breaths of air, radars swiveling back and forth as she listened to the pounding hoof-beats that inched closer and closer, until the stallion was flying past her. She shook her head and lowered her head, skidding to a hault that tore up some of the ground. She straightened up and pricked her ears, watching him with a smug smile.
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Post by Vel on Jan 23, 2009 20:18:07 GMT -5
Lassan kept on running, not really paying attention to the vixen behind him. His pace began to falter as the rythm of her daggers on the ground no longer reached his auds. He turned his crown as he saw her standing there. He slowed to a canter and made an extremley sharp turn and cantered back to her.
His pace slowed until he was halted in front of her. He raised his brow a bit as if to ask why stop runnning?
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Post by L Y N X ! on Jan 23, 2009 20:37:33 GMT -5
&&.Lynx
Lynx shifted her pillars paitently as she watched Lassan realize that she had stopped running and he turned back to stop infront of her. She just let out a sweet laughed at his questioning and bewildered expression, rasing her crown and closing her eyes before lowering it again and opening her green orbs once again; she was finding it highly amuesing. "Not a real reason," she said, giving a crooked smile. "Just wondering if you were paying attenchion instead of just wanting to gain the most ground first." She arched her eye-brows also and tilted her head, lashing her whipcord casually.
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Post by Vel on Jan 23, 2009 22:27:10 GMT -5
Lassan snorted. "Of course I was paying attention." he said. "I'm very observant. I was just seeing what you would do if I kept on running." he said lightly. "No really, I just like to run. Sometimes I wish I could do it all the time."
"Plus, you probably thought that you weren't fast enough to keep up with little ol' me." he said as she took off again, glancing back over his shoulder at her.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Jan 24, 2009 9:14:53 GMT -5
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Lynx listened quietly while the eboney Arabian was speaking, blinking her dark green orbs. "But if you ran all the time, you wouldn't have the time or energy to do anything else," she said, purposly pointing out the obvious. She tossed her head as she watch him bolt off, saying that he could beat her. "Ha!" she laughed, "we'll see about that!" The chestnut vixen took off as well, her banners whipping in the breeze her swift movements caused, her eyes alight with the challenge Lassan presented her. 'Beating this fellow should be easy,'she mused in her mind, a smirk play at her lips as she gained muddy ground on the eboney stag.
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Post by Vel on Jan 24, 2009 10:37:04 GMT -5
Lassan gracefully plowed through the muddy grass, trying to locate an area of the land that wasn't squishy and wet. He kicked up hid hind legs and picked up ihs pace a bit, moving into a slow gallop. He snorted and looked behind him. He raised his brow a bit. Lynx had caught up with him quite quikly, and she was gaining ground fast.
He had to do something about that. He extended his gait a bit more and stretched out his ebony neck. He contiued moving in a straight path, and then with out warning, he very quickly made a shrp turn to the right.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Jan 26, 2009 18:16:05 GMT -5
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Lynx was almost close enough for her velvet kissers to match up next to the stallion's flank, but then the ebony made a sharp turn to his right. The vixen was surprised and skidded slightly, spraying up large amounts of mud and sending them all over the place, mostly caking on her underbelly and her haunches. A snort issued out of her nostrils, turning her crown to watch the stallion continue to gallop off. Well, she wasn't going to let a little mud stop her, would she? With a small buck to get her pillars out of the sticky mud that stained her pelt, the thundered off after him, raising her rear banner high as if nothing happened. She mare certaintly needed to get the mud off now, it was splattered all over her bodice, with special thanks to Lassan. The sound of her hooves hitting the dirt liquid could be heard as she tried to catch up with Lassan once more. "Cheater!" she called with a laugh, shaking her head.
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