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Post by .r e e d. on Jan 24, 2009 10:45:17 GMT -5
Name: Sulpicia
Breed: Tiger Horse
Gender: Stallion
Age: Three
Height: 17.5hh
Coat Colour: White with Random black and brown spots
Mane Colour: Silver
Tail Colour: Silver
Eye Colour: Deep Liquid Topaz
Markings: Large, cold Cresent shapes all over his body
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Alliance: Dark
Dotted pillars carried him further into the barren land. As he trotted into the land, he could see the forest which helped these horses survive. His topaz optics searched the land, radars foward for any danger or others. Slowly, he appoached the water. He lowered his maw cautiously, and drank deeply. The cold water slid down his parched throat. He arose. His optis narrowed. A whicker violated the silence....
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Post by sibber-chow on Jan 26, 2009 13:41:22 GMT -5
A stout figure approached the intruding stag. Tuula’s towers were lowered and her eyes wary. His nicker forced her pace to quicken, leaving her to stop in stance across the waters from him. The watering hole provided a good distance between the speckled ivory and the new intrusion. An authoritative whinny left her throat, but it wasn’t directed at him. For now, her head was turned back at her foal.
Orpheus’s lips raised over his young teeth. He bared them with animosity at the new stag. The colt had grown by leaps and bounds. And now, he was huge, especially for one that had yet to reach his first year of age. With his growth spurt, the little one seemed to grow into a more confident level – not that he was ever really lacking. Regardless, he seemed more than ready to get into a full-fleshed brawl with the intruder. His mother’s whinny brought his blood-thirsty gaze of the steed and onto her. His matron had always ruined his fun, but he obliged. Lately, he had been more willing to submit to his mother’s bidding. There was surely an undiscovered reason for this, but he showed no signs that told his plan. While his hooves brought him back a few paces, concealed behind his mother, his gaze was still scrutinizing the spotted stallion.
As Orpheus obeyed her, the mare placed her body so that the full of her barrel was concealing her foal to the extent it could. While she was here to fend for her herd, if that be the need, she had a heavier obligation to defend her foals. A grimace set upon her maw. Where was Bolin? She knew him to be with his father, but that raised a stronger query. Where was her mate? She whuffled at the thought, missing both her love and their other son. It had been a while since she had seen either. At least, Bolin could now survive many days on just solid food. Both foals could now go without their mothers milk for a while.
Her crown faced the steed once more, raised to its full potential. Another whinny left her vocals, this one less authoritative than the one to her colt. But, it was just as demanding. “Who are you? And, why are you here?” Her words were sweet, simple, to the point.
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Post by .r e e d. on Jan 26, 2009 17:46:22 GMT -5
A snarl ripped from his throat to the colt, revealing his bright, gleaming, ivories. "I have no intentions of harming any of you, colt. My miss, I would like to join your herd. I have word that Hannibal has a pretty good lands, and he's dark." his dappled pelt rippled as he took small steps toward them, his body tense. His topaz optics looked over them, staring them down. His silver bannar swayed. Speckled ivories, they both. The stag's black harks layed to his neck, crania bobbing. "I've herd you've recently became goddess, Tuula. Yes, I've heard of you all. I might seem a little suspicious, I tend to remaine as I am. I am Sulpicia. Ignore my scars, they are nothing of your business or anyone else's. I am sorry to be cold, but please, let me be." he layed the rules down, his scars twitching. "Tuula, may I join your herd?" came his conclusion. He paced with antisity, his naturally cold pelt twitching. His scars radiating a weird white glow-like substance.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jan 29, 2009 18:06:20 GMT -5
hannibal [/font][/size] & bolin----------------------------------------------------[/sup][/size][/center] "You do not ask my mate if you could join my herd." The voice of the dark lord of the lands sounded from behind Tuula, and the two-toned stallion named Hannibal walked forward, his head held high. Beside him, Bolin trotted, his body having grown just as much as his twin's hand. Dark eyes stared at this new stallion, eyes so unlike his father's, and Bolin snorted slightly. "Why, if its not my younger brother," Bolin smirked at Orpheus, flicking his growing tail behind his body. Hannibal nipped at Bolin's neck, scolding him for talking out of turn. The dark stallion turned his gaze back to Sulpicia, and flicked his ears back. "And why should I allow you into my herd, vagabond? You act as if you own this place, how do I know you aren't going to try and steal my mares and try to claim this land as your own?" Bolin hissed at these words, knowing his father would never allow his family's lands to be taken away by anyone. Hannibal hadn't said a thing to Tuula, nor given her a gentle touch to show that he had missed her, but the time wasn't now. The stallion had to deal with this issue now. |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jan 29, 2009 23:35:27 GMT -5
At the stallions snarl, Tuula’s own lips curled to reveal bright nares. She would not permit the stallion treating her colt, one of Hannibal’s own spawn, that way. Despite his words, saying he would not harm them, she still had her suspicions about him. And, when he began to speak, actually laying down rules for her to follow, she scowled. The speckled ivory’s towers had long since fallen back, her face in a visible grimace.
It is not my place to make that decision; you may join me to find Hannibal, if you’d like. Despite her fouls with him, she knew it certainly wasn’t her place to place judgement. So, she had made up her mind upon what to say. Yet, Hannibal’s words caught the air before she’d had the chance. She found it peculiar that she had not sensed him coming. Her attention had been so caught on the newcomer that she hadn’t even been paying attention to her common friend, the wind.
A whuffle escaped her vocals as her mate entered the field. Her two-toned orbs left their place across the lake between her family and the new steed. Now, she admired her master, gently taking a few paces back to give him the front of the procession. Finally, she found her gaze back on Sulpicia. It was up to Hannibal to make his judgement now. She hoped the scarred Tiger horse knew his place under Hannibal, for his sake.
Orpheus turned his bright orbs on his brother; they were still narrowed firmly. This time, his anger was refuged upon a different foe. He looked as if he might retort to his brother. But, the foals defiance was scolded, and Orpheus let out a hoarse chuckle. His sights then turned back to the target of his whole family. Just as Bolin’s response to Hannibal’s words, the painted colt let out a bitter noise. It seemed neither foals were much too fond of the idea that a rival stag might take on the turf that rightfully belonged to the family.
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Post by .r e e d. on Jan 29, 2009 23:46:08 GMT -5
The stag's hard gold optics stared after Hannibal. "Mmm, yes, I thought you should say that. Never would I do such a thing. Then who should I ask iif she was the only one there at the time?" he raised one eyebrow, scowling at the whuffle. "Mmm, bad impressions do make things seem what they are not really. May I give my forgivenees, but I am very particular about my past. 'Tis veryu tortorous, I'm very happy to keep you out of it, it's private if I may add, apolagies of earlier." he bowed slightly, though he was not one to mess with. The rivalry of the colts was amusing. "What amusing colts." his white lips curled into a smile. "Dare I say competitive.." he smiled and turned back. "Now for the right, may i join your herd, Hannibal?"[/color]
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jan 30, 2009 0:05:11 GMT -5
hannibal [/font][/size] & bolin----------------------------------------------------[/sup][/size][/center] "Should I really allow such a stallion into my herd," he asked aloud, as if he was merely talking to the air around him. Bolin stood proud beside his father, his dark eyes staring at this stallion. He wouldn't get far with such an attitude. It didn't matter if he was almost a year old or whatever, he would see to it that this stallion knew his place. Hannibal flicked his tail, and flared his nostrils as he snorted. Blue eyes went over to his mate, and his ears flicked forward. "Tuula dear, please do take Bolin and Orpheus some place else for the time being. It would be much easier to do such thinking without two little colts picking at each other." He stomped a hoof, which caused Bolin to side-step and snort at his father. He knew how hard such a decision was on a lead, and he would respect his father's wishes. Turning, his tail flicked, and he shot one of the most evil looks at Sulpicia before heading off into the trees. He was old enough to wander off on his own. He had with his father, what made his mother any different? With Bolin gone from his side, Hannibal's tail snapped behind his body, his head thrown up into the air ever so slightly.
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Post by sibber-chow on Jan 30, 2009 0:16:23 GMT -5
Tuula obliged her mate’s request, gently nudging Orpheus into movement. The matriarch followed behind her eldest son, giving Bolin a gentle nip on the crest. She then passed him by, settling her figure in a thick patch of forestry out of ear-shot of Hannibal. Her eyes were caught on the two foals, carefully observing them.
Orpheus snorted as he saw his mother settling in on a hidden spot to watch the two. Rolling his eyes at her attempt to keep a close guard on them. Bolin soon became a distraction for the colt. A shrill whinny left his vocals, much like a warcry. And, immediately, he was charging his sibling. A fight was sure to ensue – the two always fought. Tuula wouldn’t interfere until it got serious.
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Post by .r e e d. on Feb 6, 2009 22:12:13 GMT -5
The stag smiled. Reminded of him in his colt days. "I would be very, very thankful if you gave me a home, Hannibal. Homeless is horrid."
[low muse] Hey can like Hannibal and Sulpicia already know each other??[/color]
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