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Post by camino on Dec 9, 2008 20:01:29 GMT -5
Risque
It's an Addiction The russet aby strode into the land, his head very nicely rose and his tail loose. He let out a nice little nicker, but not a warning bugle. He was here to join, not to harm.
His grey orbs scanned the grounds that where covered in equines of all kinds. When he stopped, a few Ravens flew over him, looked down, and then went off. It reminded him of Frasco, his Hawk friend who only spoke in the Gulla language.
A group of sparrows fly over his head in a flock and laughed. He tossed his head around and snorted, and chuckled as they flew off in a hurry.[/center] |
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Post by Magic on Dec 9, 2008 21:26:32 GMT -5
Amorette
The love I never had.
Give me more loving than I’ve ever had
Make me feel better when I’m feeling sad
Tell me I’m special even when I know I’m not
Make it feel good when it hurts so bad
Barely get mad
I’m so glad I found you
I love being around you
You make it easy
It's as easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4
There’s only
One thing
Two do
Three words
Four you...
I love you
There’s only
One way
Two say
Those three words
And that’s what I’ll do...
I love you
The petite femme had gone out for a run, and ran near the outline of Fiana's land. For all she knew, Whitefoot was still alive, and all was well. Her spirit's were bright. She came to the one and only entrance and exit of Terra De Rocas. The sound of a stag's call filled her auds, and she perked up considerably.
She raised her maw, and trotted brisky towards the call. Passing some dense brush, she could now see the brute. From what the dun could see, he was reddish-brown in colour. She asserted that she was the Beta Mare, and came his way till she was only a few meter's away. "Hello, lad. I am Amorette, Beta of this land, Terra De Rocas. Who may you be?" She questioned with firm but friendly lyrics. Her whipcord lashed about as she viewed his frame, and waited for a response.
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Post by sibber-chow on Dec 9, 2008 23:29:34 GMT -5
The ebony had been foraging for what little grass that she could pull from the snow-covered terra. There was a grimace set on her face as she soon discovered there to be little-to-no grass to gather, even atop of Lider de Montana and its sister figures. Her hooves brought her down the mountain and halfway towards the exit of Terra de Rocas; the mare was going to take her bodice outside of the lands. Though, she had to find someone to watch Char while she was gone. Her orbs were open for any of her members when suddenly a horse’s bugle hit her auds. It was a male.
Fiana took off at a full gallop, her young foal tagging behind in slight confusement. Her towers were raised as she came upon the scene. Sighting Amorette already there, the vixen bobbed her head in greeting. However, her eyes narrowed slightly on the stag. After studying his composure, she noted that he seemed to have no looks of harming her group.
Char let out a low whicker, her head tilting to the side with curiousity brimming her deep blue orbs. She walked passed her mother’s side, approaching the new male; he was the first she’d seen besides her father. Her mother’s maw grasping her mane in her teeth, forcing the little buckskin to stop in her tracks. The filly let out an exasperated sigh, backing up until her mother let go.
When Char was back at her side, the ebony spoke in direction to the foreign stag once more. “How are you stag? And, what is your purpose? Friend? Or, foe?” As she finished her statement, the ebony glanced back up to Amorette. There was a small smile on her face as she looked to the loyal member. There was no pity in her gaze right now, but that was because Fiana had yet to find out about Whitefoot’s demise. She would not for a few hours even…
OoC|| How about we place this meeting before Fiana knows about Whitefoot to relieve that strain; and, that way it will set up so that Risque can join the herd meeting, too… ?
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Post by camino on Dec 11, 2008 18:40:38 GMT -5
Risque
*********** His head shifted softly. Did his soft nicker not tell her he was a friend? His hooves ground well into the ground as he glanced at Ammorrette. He smiled softly to her and answered her question first. His russet bay coat gleamed in shards of broken sunligh that saturated the pale land he stood upon. "I'm Risquilinn, but am always called Risque." He said, a bit of pride in his name. His neck was in a nice arch. His legs acted like stilts upon carrying his dusted frame. "I'm a friend, I think. I haul from the lands of Northern Isola Dei Dei, far from here. In fact the herd is still living there today. But they act in primitive ways. All the do is breed and graze. Never talk or teach, never have war. I broke apart from that life early on. It was boring. I was taught by hawks, whom spoke Gulla, and they taught me that to. I learnt alot from them before I decided I wanted herd life." He spoke, wiseness is his peaked voice. He was never one to 'spill the beans', but his history was another matter. The mare before him was a regal looking black with a...intreasting looking foal. He smiled weakily, hoping to be accepted.[/size] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Dec 12, 2008 1:56:38 GMT -5
The ebony hadn’t been around to hear his soft nicker; so, she remained unsure of the equine until he spoke. Raising her crown, the mare noted his words. So, he claimed to be friendly. Shifting her weight over, Fiana bobbed her head.
“Well, Risque, if you are as friendly as claimed, then you may stay in my lands. For now, you can sit as an Omega. However, there is a herd meeting coming up soon – later today. You may come to that meeting, and due to our lack of stags in this harem, I will set you in a position. I can, at least, guarantee a position as a gamma or warrior.”
The mare then turned from the two equines. She took a few steps through the slush before realizing her little foal was still staring blankly at the new stag. With an abrupt whinny from her mother, she jumped. Turning her bodice slightly, she looked straight into her mother’s reprimanding glance. With an innocent smile, she trotted forwards, following Fiana’s lead away from the two.
“You two have a few hours to kill; converse if you wish. Just don’t be too long answering my meeting call.” With that, Fiana was off, another scent reaching her nostrils. A mare that she had invited into the lands was wandering around. Fiana needed to greet her too; but not before seeing her mate for a few moments.
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Post by Magic on Dec 12, 2008 18:21:27 GMT -5
Fiana galloped into the scene with her filly following. In response to her Master's nod, Amorette smiled lightly.
Risque was the name? An odd title it was, but at least it had some pizazz. The tawny vix listened to his history, then nodded. As the ebony femmora welcomed the stag into her herd, Amorette was brought to a conclusion thought for the time being. What would he be like? Hopefully he wouldn't turn on them. Shaking her skull a few times, those negative suspisions were replaced with happier thoughts.
When Fiana and her tyke left, the patron looked out at the mountains in the background that Risque was placed upon. Then, moving her pallet over to the brutes features, she smiled. "So Risque, I suppose Fiana is right; we should get to know each other more if we are going to be dwelling in the same herd." Pausing, she continued. "I come from the mid-lands. I was brought over here by two-legged when I was young, and have raised myself ever since." Her specs examined the outline of his face. Why did everyone and everything have to be so complicated?
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