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Post by .r e e d. on Nov 19, 2008 21:27:18 GMT -5
Quixtant's cold bugle sounded through out his land. He stood on the Meeting Stone, which was a large flat white and grey-blue boulder in the center of the land. It was about eight or nine feet off the ground, with a few grey boulders to help him get up. There was a cack down the middle of the boulder, leaving about five feet on one side and six on the other. The other side was grey-blue colour, the six feet one. Quixtant had carved his name in that side, and TightRope's in the other side. Her's was the white five foot side. Below was two rocks jutting from the bottom. One was grey, the other brown. The were about seven feet wide and upward. A white boulder on each side for the betas to stay there. If there was a heir, or heiress, they would stand on the last stone; which was nothing more but a black flat stone, that was just barely sticking out of the ground. The betas and the Goddess were yet to get here
The large brute stamped his hooves impatiantly, he had to discuss important matters, so he let out another bellow, this one was harsher, and had more coldness into it. Steam rose up from his pelt, his breath foggy as it came out of his nares. The icy wid engulfed his warm bodice, chilling him ever so slightly. He sayed his bannar impatiantly, then tossed his head wildly on purpose. His black dreads were sent a flight, his forelock then covered his whole upper cranium. He let out another impatiant snort, he wasn't the one to be patiant. And he also needed to make his Goddess pregnant, so the others could finally have their foals. Then it struck him, he knew why Jeannie hadn't been here in over a month, she was pregnant or had already had foals. His nares flared agerily, Masquerade was in for a chewing......
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Post by Itasca[Tazz] on Nov 19, 2008 21:49:27 GMT -5
Tightrope danced into terra. Flaws tucked away for some other day. Not one in the near future. It was part of the unwritten rules that Lead Heir was the prettiest. She flaunted that just fine. Her smooth patched rippled as she her muscles moved under her pelt. It was ocean waves. Flowing Smoothly, but crashing in some instances. but smoothing out again. She could be easily compared to an ocean.. All but size. Her voice moved like liquids out of her maw. Intense Beauty. Sometimes Your Love. Sometimes Deep cold and uncompassionate. It all Depended on how you viewed her. Pride was set to be her middle name. Although it never became official. As a matter of fact, Pride, Beauty and Justice were her three middle names. She wouldn't deny her flaws. She had many, Many less then others. While she had maybe one, others had a billion. Arrogant was also her middle name. She loved every minute of it. She watched her love stand carving something into stone. It would only be a minutes time before she would see exactly what. She heard him scream again. She could feel the annoyance in his vibes. She wondered for what reason. He had her, nothing else should matter. She approached him with her gazelle like manner. Landing right next to him. Right at his sides. Bodies touching. She carefully read what he wrote. She was honored to see her name there. And there it shall remain. She waited for others to come to see what all the ruckus was about. Even she was interested. Tightrope Thought about her Manners. Soon realizing she had none. Well, it was too late in her life to learn them. Looks like everyone will just have to put up with it today and forever.
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Post by .r e e d. on Nov 19, 2008 22:29:14 GMT -5
Jeannie cantered a smooth rythimic beat, with her two foals just slightly behind here. She slowed to a trot, and finally a trot. Her nares flared and quivered as she approached her spot, she bowed to her rulers, which means all the way to the ground bow, and then took her spot on her rock, under Quixtant. Her foals took place on the stepping stone to her rock, which was barely big enough for them. They were growing rapidly. The vixen didn't dare turn around, for she was afraid of might what happen. She wished Masquerade would hurry and get here....
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Post by Vel on Nov 23, 2008 10:34:25 GMT -5
Masquerade
You better hide your face.
Masquerade's auds twitched as he heard the call of his leader. He snorted and broke into a canter, making his way to the meeting. His crimson dashed banners whipped behind him in the cold air. He slowed when he neared the group. He sawQuixtant, Jeannie, Champagne, Jigsaw, and Tightrope standing there. He gave a small bow, with just his crown, to his leader. He then faced him waiting for instruction.
Jigsaw
I want to play a game
The little colt followed his mother and sister. He wasn't quite sure where they were going, but he cantered out in front of his mother, as if taking the lead. He half - halted when he saw all the other herd members up ahead. What was going on. He slowed to a trot and then to a walk, staying in front of his sister. He let out a grunt when he halted and moved next to his mother. He saw Jeannie bow to the bigger horse in front of her. Jigsaw knew him to be the leader of the herd, but why did he deserve a bow? Its not like he was king of the island or something. Jigsaw just ignored him and stood next to his mother.
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Post by Wildfire on Nov 23, 2008 20:59:02 GMT -5
Artemis followed in a short distance behind Masquerade. Orbs glanced around and noticed a stag that looked to be the lead of the herd. She stopped near him and gave a quick bow of her dome. I am Artemis. Orbs wandered to Masquerade and she turned back to the other stag. May I join you? Vocals were soft and melodic, but they couldn't hide the hint of darkness. Harks awaited his reply as her optics scanned the equines before her.
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Post by Itasca[Tazz] on Nov 24, 2008 1:01:21 GMT -5
The vixens eyes grew cold as she look at the little foal that arrived With Masquerade. It took much restrain to keep back from forcing him into the ground to show respect. She wondered if Quix would make not of that. She threw a sideways glance at him. to let him know she was more than annoyed. Her auds glued to her neck. She wanted ot punish him so bad for this. She shook her tiria and whipped the look of her face. She turned to see another unknown figure march in. Tightrope struck a pillar out as if to stop her. Her annoyance was growing more by the minute. She could not believe what she heard. May I join you? Tightrope scowled. This had to be a joke. But then she saw the figure glance over at Masquerade. Was this his joke. His mess? Oh the annoyance that flooded her body. It was time for a certain change. Her optics grew colder than before. Fangs showing a bit and ears laid down flat against her skull. Is this a joke? she directed it to the two brutes. Something had to be done. It wouldn't have been so bad if the little shxt Masquerade had brought sisn't set her off. Tightrope was queen bxtch and she was going to make that clear by the end of tonight.
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Post by Wildfire on Nov 24, 2008 17:15:49 GMT -5
Harks swerved in the vix's direction upon hearing her icy vocals. Her brow furrowed and she wondered what the femme's problem was. She let her orbs roll in her facade and turned back to the stag, keeping the moody mare in her peripheries. She would have to ask about her later.
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Post by .r e e d. on Nov 24, 2008 17:57:02 GMT -5
The ebony devil jumped down from the rock, and stomped to Masquerade. "Excuse me, but what the hell are THEY?!"[/size] he yelled in his crania. "There's a my thing, called RULES! FOLLOW THEM DAMNIT!!"[/size] he reared, and came back down. This had done it, the devil was just about to really show it's self. But as he looked at the shrank foals, he snorted and tossed his crania wildly, trying to calm himself down. He bared his teeth and prowled up back to the rock. "Well!?"[/size] he growled. "Explain why you went against my rules!"[/size] He nuzzled him mate, trying to calm her down as well. He whipped around and jumped down, trotting to Jeannie. "And YOU!! HOW DARE YOU!?"[/size] he screamed in her face. He was PISSED off man, I mean PISSED!![/color]
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Post by Wildfire on Nov 24, 2008 18:29:25 GMT -5
Artemis had retreated backwards glad that she had been accepted into the herd. Orbs watched as he went after Masquerade first, then a mare with two foals. Masquerade’s? She guessed. Maybe he had bred the mare without Quix’s approval. If she could’ve gone any paler, she would have. Thoughts drifted to her and Masquerade in the breeding lands. Is this how she would be treated when Quix heard of their little outing? Heart hammered in her chest and she felt it drop to her stomach as she waited for the outcome of his wrath.
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Post by Vel on Nov 30, 2008 2:01:01 GMT -5
Masquerade
You better hide your face.
Masquerade stood quietly as Quixtant fumed with anger. Masquerade just kept his crown low and didn't say anything. When Quix started to ask about following rules and such, Masquerade had no clue who he was talking to. It seemed as if he was talking to every one.
If it was directed at Masquerade, Masquerade had just brought a new member to Quixtant's herd. The leader should be happy about aquiring a new herd member. Masquerade surely would be if he were Quixtant, but of course, Masquerade didn't have the temper that Quixtant had, sure he had the same bloodthirst, but not the short fused temper.
Masquerade shook his masked skull and glanced to Jeannie and their two foals. Champagne seemed to be closer to her mother than Jigsaw was. Jigsaw was very independant for his age, which could be a good, and a bad, thing.
His orbs quickly swivled to Artemis when she joined the group. After a moment of Quixtant's anger, and then a bit of silence, Masquerade cleared his throat and said "So what will we cover in the meeting m'lord?"
Jigsaw
I want to play a game
Jigsaw looked from equine to equine, not even flinching when Quixtant started yelling. He just tilted his little head and gave him a quizical look as he flicked his fluffly banner. Jigsaw still didn't understand what was going on, for he was only a few months old.
His little orbs looked to Quixtant, who was still fuming, to Quixtant's mate, who Jigsaw did not know the name of. He then looked over to his mother and sister. His orbs drifted over his fahter's bodice and then locked on the snow white vixen that had just come into the land. Poor little Jigsaw had no clue whta was going on yet.
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Post by .r e e d. on Nov 30, 2008 2:19:16 GMT -5
The ebony fumed, his anger slowly died down. He lookd at Artemis. She looked... Rather, pregnant. "Who's the sire? But anyway, welcome to our herd. Masquerade, I don't want you in the breeding grounds anymore right now, understand?"[/size] Quixtant walked over to the twins. He cocked his crania and siffed them. "What are their names?"[/size] he asked. His cranium turned and half-smiled at his now-pregnant Mate. He turned back around and looked at Jeannie, "Don't let this happen again. Consider this a warning..."[/size][/color]
The coloured vixen staed at the raging stag. She wasn't fased one bit. But, she bent down and nudged her foals, to tell them it was ok. "Champagne, the filly, and Jigsaw, the colt. Yes sir."[/size] she looked down. Her blue pools turned and shot a pericing glare at Masquerade....[/color]
The little filly stared at Quixtant and huddled closer to her dam. "Who's that Mommy?"[/size] she stared blankly at Jeannie. Champange looked at Jigsaw, then to the rest of the horses.....[/color]
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Post by Wildfire on Nov 30, 2008 12:11:51 GMT -5
Artemis's orbs turned to Masquerade and back within the blink of an eye. She held her dome up and responded Masquerade is the sire. She then looked over to Jeannie and her two foals. That would be her in a couple of months. How the time had gone by. Her barrel was swollen, but she probably wouldn’t give birth until spring. Soft nudges tapped on her insides as if reminding her of its presence. Harks waited for Quix’s reply. Another mare pregnant by Masquerade, how would he react?
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Post by .r e e d. on Nov 30, 2008 12:23:20 GMT -5
Quixtant didn't flinch. He stared at Masquerade. "As well. Masquerade, remember, I removed you from stud. You are a warrior. And, good Artemis. Promise to tell me the progress.."[/size] he gave one final look and jumped ack up with his mate. "Start out for role call.
Jeannie- Here
Masquerade- Here
TightRope- Here
Artemis- Here
Martini- Not here yet
Forg- Absent
Rosabell- Absent. Where are these members that are absent? We can't begin without them. Although I know I saw Martini earlier. Someone go fecth her. Masquerade, would you mind?"[/size] he announced. He nuzzled TightRope. "As you know, TightRope is pregnant, and any mare who is not, may. And, I want more patrols around the area. Word is Carzeth is back. I want Artemis to stay with Masquerade at all times. And anyone who would like to get another herd member, you may go to Belle Valley once a week. I want one patrol in the morning, afternoon, evening and night. We have other important matters to discuss as well...."[/size] [/color]
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Post by Wildfire on Nov 30, 2008 12:33:06 GMT -5
Artemis nodded to Quix and glanced over at Masquerade, officially off stud duty. The tiny foal nudged again and she smiled. She remained in the spot she was as Quix returned to his position and began role call.
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Post by almostforgotten on Nov 30, 2008 14:50:31 GMT -5
ALMOST FORGOTTEN I Dare You
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[/sup] The mare sighs, and she hears a far off whinny of displeasure, it sounded like Quix's, she hated him, she lunges into a big canter, she comes into veiw of them, many mares, Masqurade and Quix, and two foals also. Almost Forgotten moves in closer and slows to a lazy trot. She looks over everyone, and when she gets there, she stops, does a quick bow to Quix then moves to the back of the herd, a mares she does not know is near her, her belly is swollen no doubt with a child, probably Masqurade's. She stands lazily there, she was not pregnant at all. She was in heat, no one really seemed to notice. Her tail is held high as her scent is let out. Her eyes dart everywhere, she hears Quix finish off the role call, and she holds her 18.2 head above the other heads, she gives a small nicker, she was here, she just wanted to make sure they knew that
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