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Post by ixion on Nov 30, 2009 18:57:06 GMT -5
Sindri sighed, breathing in the cold winter air. He was used to remaining in the outskirts of the herds, and his fuzzy winter coat kept him warm. He was a challenger, most stallions didn't get along with him because of it. Pawing at the snow, a few snowflakes fell on his ebony coat. The white chalk markings on his head stood out in the ivory snow. Breathing in the flakes, he began trotting, making pathes in the snow. He gave a buck, and slowed up to stand near a tree, it leaves bare.
was it his year it be 'claimed', to be attached to a herd? Or would this challenger live on to belong to the unclaimables?
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Post by Vel on Dec 3, 2009 17:49:45 GMT -5
Lassan
The stag's auds perked as the stag spoke. "I guess you could say that." Lassan said. He was disappointed to hear that they hadn't been here. He was so hoping that the one other soul he found today had seen them. That was just his luck though, as it had always been; bad.
Lassan could sense the hostility coming off of the other stag. He seemed nice enough, but Lassan could only be cautious now days. His choclate optics took in the other ebony. He was well built, obviously some Frieisna in him, but Lassan could not quite place the other half. Maybe Quarter Horse? Mustang? Morgan? He didn't know for sure.
"Thank you anyway." Lassan said with a bob of his crown. "I suppose I shall leave you to get back to your herd then."
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Post by ixion on Dec 4, 2009 18:43:16 GMT -5
His neck arched as his eye caught the motion of a large, black arch-nek in the distance. He blew air through his nostrils, and his breath looked like minitaure clouds. He rose a hoof, feathering circling it. He had Fresian blood in him, although he had more mustang. Stomping the snow, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Had he seen his runts? No, I haven't, this land has been pretty empty for some time. Flattening his ears, he cocked his head. Why? You lost 'ur runts? He asked, guessing these lost animals were his kin. Snorting softly, he stepped forward, to grasp the scent of this unfamiliar stallion. He was always hostile around those of his own gender, and his grey eyes skimmed the stag's fragile frame beneath his thick veil of a forelock.
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Post by Vel on Dec 4, 2009 20:24:47 GMT -5
Lassan
The stag's auds perked as the stag spoke. "I guess you could say that." Lassan said. He was disappointed to hear that they hadn't been here. He was so hoping that the one other soul he found today had seen them. That was just his luck though, as it had always been; bad.
Lassan could sense the hostility coming off of the other stag. He seemed nice enough, but Lassan could only be cautious now days. His choclate optics took in the other ebony. He was well built, obviously some Frieisna in him, but Lassan could not quite place the other half. Maybe Quarter Horse? Mustang? Morgan? He didn't know for sure.
"Thank you anyway." Lassan said with a bob of his crown. "I suppose I shall leave you to get back to your herd then."
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