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Post by Vel on Aug 18, 2009 18:48:57 GMT -5
Fortinbras The ebony stag cantered into the land in search of something different. He had been in Belle Valle before, looking for mares. There were always mares around in that silly claiming ground. Too bad Fortinbras didn't have aland to call his own. Yet. He hoped someday he would get one, but then again with him it would be more like a harem than a herd.
The Friesian like stag slowed to a trot, looking around the willlowed forest. Nothing. Zip. Zadda. No one was here. Didn't horses come here to get claimed or what ever the hell it was that they did? Fortinbras huffed and halted, dropping his crown to graze. Some one would show up sooner or later. |
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Post by L Y N X ! on Aug 18, 2009 19:13:26 GMT -5
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The ivory arabian danced through the trees, humming gently as she moved along. Her eboney maw moved as she stopped her humming to start murmuring a song her mother had sung to her so many times when she was a filly. "I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain. I am the voice of your hunger and pain. I am the voice that always is calling you. I am the voice, I will remain," her voice sang quietly, the wind toying with her mane. She scented a nearby stallion on the wind, but she pressed on, enjoying herself. If he wanted to talk to the essa he would come find her.
"I am the voice in the fields when the summer's gone...The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow. Ne'er do I sleep thoughout all the cold winter long. I am the force that in springtime will grow..." she continued, slowing down and eventually stopping by a towering pine tree. She shuffled her daggers on the dak maroon forest floor, which was scattered with leaves from the near by trees. It was starting to get dark and the clouds were rolling in, the scent of rain all around her. The fae snorted, shaking her mane and flicking her banner on her haunches. Remembering suddenly, the essa pinned her banner to her rump incase the stallon had picked up her scent. She was too free to have a foal right now.
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Post by Vel on Aug 18, 2009 20:08:46 GMT -5
Fortinbras The stags's audits flicked as he detected a soft, faint melody drifting in the autumn breeze. At first he thought it was a song bird, letting her jolly self be known. He smiled a bit. Silly birds, always singing when they were giddy. He never could understand why they wanted to do that. Fortinbras used to sing to himself when he was a colt, but his mother scolded him for doing so saying that 'he wasn't going to be a man' if he continued like that. It sure had attracted a lot of younger fillies, who told him he could appearantly sing well. As the lyrics grew closer, Fortinbras now realised that it wasn't a song bird, but something larger, something ungulate. A deer? A fellow equid? What ever it was, it was female. The ebony lifted his Campolina like crown and looked around. He couldn't see her. Yet. He lifted his maw into the air and tested it. He was sure now, this siren of a being was a vixen. Should he go find her? He stood, thinking. He had been with so many mares, but never actually found one he liked for who they were, the ones before were jsut his little play things. Nothing, no one would change that. Right? Fortinbras sighed and picked up a light jog until he spotted the femme by a pine. He smiled and slowed to a walk. "Hello." he said with a bo of his head, his banners falling over his neck. |
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Post by L Y N X ! on Aug 18, 2009 20:22:04 GMT -5
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The vixen's harks flicked at the muted thuds of the equine approuching the essa. She continued to study the large pine, finding patterns in the needles. Slowly she turned her tiara to watch as the stag pulled up from a bow and greeted her. "Hi," she replied cheerfully, harks pricking as she studied him. Eventually she turned her bodice to face the stallion, boa slightly arched. She flashed him a smile, touching muzzles with him with her nares flared before slowly pulling away, taking a step back to give him space. "My name's Angel," she told him. "What's a stag like you doing out here in the forest? I'm sure you have better things to do." The fae tilted her tiara, blue orbs soft and expecting as she waited for him to answer, her banner casually swishing behind her.
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Post by Vel on Aug 19, 2009 17:44:06 GMT -5
Fortinbras The stag smirked a bit as she spoke. Her had a beautiful voice. even when she was not singing. She introduced herself as Angel. "The name doesn't even do the face justice." he told her. Fortinbras had always been a smooth-talking, seductive horse. He would throw complements out left and right, still not showering mares with them.
The stag bobbed his Andalusian-like crown, causing his obsidian forelock to cascade over the left side of his face. He then felt her velvety maw touch his own. Fortinbras lightly signed and pulled away just as she did. Angel was certainly polite. It was nice to meet a polite mare. Thing was, Fortinbras figured that she was desperate, being so curtious like she was.
The ebony looked into the enna's aqua pools as she spoke. Ah, so this was a flirtatious vixen. A small smile came to dance upon his mug. "I was jsut about to ask you the same thing Angel." he told her. His voice was tainted with a bit of an Italian accent. His mother had come from Italy when she was little. Ophelia, his mother, was a whore and had Fortinbras with some random Friesian stallion. So Fortinbras, being raised by his mother for eight months, picked up a bit of her thick accent. |
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Post by L Y N X ! on Aug 19, 2009 19:10:12 GMT -5
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The arab smiled at the Fresian's compliment, blinking her orbs. She was used to getting complimented by all the stallions she met, it wasn't anything new. And yet it made her happy, and feel pretty, even though she quite was. A prize if you were looking for beauty rather then talent in your lines, but still good.
The stallion was rather attractive, with a large and muscular form and a generally hansome face. Long and wavy banners, she noticed as his forelock fell over the side of his face. She glanced away to watch as a doe paused to stare at the two, before continuing on through the woods. Shaking her mane, she looked again back to Fortinbras.
"You were, were you? Gotta be faster then that if I ask the questions," she told him, giving him a amuesed look as he smiled. You could say Angel was a whore, she did a few stags, but mostly talked and flirted. She almost always met them in Allevare, except for one other time, and they were all pleasent to her. Thats why she enjoyed talking to them. One even attempted to flirt while his mate was present. Poor fellow, he wasn't expecting the pregnant essa to show that rainy afternoon. Lucky for him he was in no trouble. Saab was one of her favorites she met. Hansome, kind, and always supplied compliments and conversations. Their meeting didn't last too long. She'd like to see him again.
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Post by Vel on Aug 24, 2009 17:56:29 GMT -5
The ebony smirked at the vixen. She had a bit of spunk. It was nice to see that she had some other spark in her beside her beauty. Fortinbras knew that she knew she was gorgeous and he was sure that this mare was the kind to use it to her advantage. Hell, Fortinbras knew he was handsome and used that to his advantage.
"Seems so." he said in a stoic voice. "Well then, Angel I think you should get back to your mate. Tis almost nightfall, I'm sure he's worried some about you." Fortinbras said with a smirk.
ooc/// sorry for the shortnees. no muse
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