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Post by macca on Jun 6, 2009 9:35:54 GMT -5
Bring COLOUR and EXCITE MENT to the dark side of life. Wide nostrils flared in keen fashion, sucking in the scents of the land, scents of equine mingled with the smells of the land to create a fascinating investigation. Combine this with the sights of the eyes and it truly was a great exploration. Lark was up for that.
Her dark mocca pelt rippled in supple smoothness over her muscled bod, she was not of small and weak frame, nor over large and gangly, her proportions seemed close to perfect, but no-one could ever be that. Not even her.
She knew from receiving scents that this land was occupied. A male and a pair of female scents hung all around. And so she knew the risk she was taking by stepping hoof onto it. But she was a risk-taker and she knew her ways and knew how to play. Whatever was thrown at her she could handle. Besides this was not a place in which she came to cause trouble. She saved that for those of the lesser alliance.
Now, all she wanted was to join a herd, wandering had gotten boring and excitement was needed. -Lark- |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 6, 2009 10:58:04 GMT -5
you were my sun. [/color] you were my earth. [/blockquote] Oh how he hated wandering around his territory.
Flicking his ears, Nefarian stopped near a large tree, right on the border of the vast forest and the great plain. Eyes looked around the grassland, tail swaying behind his large body slightly. Noticing a smaller dot within the landscape, Nefarian's head lifted up slightly. Another horse? Flaring his nostrils, he caught her scent, and smiled. A mare. Good. He set off at a slow trot, his hooves creating small dust poofs to come up from the ground wherever he set his hooves down. Approaching slowly, Nefarian eyed the mare warily. It wasn't every day that a mare just walked upon Felwood territory.
Finally near enough for conversation, Nefarian snorted, stopping and flicking his tail slowly. A fore hoof lifted into the air, coming crashing back down onto the ground. "What are you doing upon Felwood territory," he asked, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Of course, his dark front was put up, the protective bubble that usually sheltered him slowly appearing.
number of characters used;; 1,328
character used;; NEFARIAN
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Post by macca on Jun 6, 2009 14:43:58 GMT -5
As he approached her, Lark sensed his surprise, she guessed it was at the fact that she had just wandered onto his terrain, seemingly without fear. Her obvious brazen behaviour, must have him slightly perturbed, but as he spoke, she could tell he wasn't going to let this on too much. He had for one of their alliance, a smooth tone, accompanied by his actions just to let her know that she was by no means to act too friendly. Not just yet. But let him get to know her. That would change his mind.
Lark was not put-off at her being discovered this quickly, a few more hours to explore and get the lay of the land would have been an advantage but he must be on his patrols, for the other equines scents that hung upon the air, were nowhere to be seen. Good, the niceties of meeting his others could wait until she had an accurate and detailed log of the lead. Making her mind up, you could say.
She flashed him a smirk, sure she was young, but she was wise beyond her years, a quality bestowed upon her by her family, her bloodlines, ones which she did in the end abandon but still, from them nonetheless. She could play and she enjoyed it. Her travels had allowed her to learn valuable skills and she had engaged in several battles along the way, the small selection of scars gained evident to see on her bod.
She allowed a courteous bob of her head in recognition of him before she parted her maw to speak.
'Forgive me if you find me unwelcome upon your lands, but I am merely curious as to their holder and whether or not they are..what I am looking for shall I say? The name is Lark.'
She hoped that he would find her intuition of entering his lands by her own mind an attribute of hers. It was one of many. A weapon in her arsenal. A weapon in his?
-Lark- |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 6, 2009 22:18:29 GMT -5
Suppose that I missed you.
Suppose that I care. Snorting her her words slightly, as if scoffing, Nefarian threw his mighty head into the air, ears flicked back. This mare had the nerve to wander upon his turf, espcially since he hadn't had a wink of sleep since the wolves attacked. And he doubted that he'd get any more with all these horses wandering into territories and such. Swaying his tail behind his white and blue-black body, the lead shifted his weight ever so slightly, eyes staring hard at Lark. "Well, Lark, one does not just simply wander upon a stallion's territory. Especially when they aren't in the best of moods." His tone had turned harsh, anger seeping into his once emotionless eyes. Stomping another fore hoof onto the ground, he shook his head, forelock falling across narrowed eyes. "I would be Nefarian, the leader of the Felwood herd and harem." He looked sleepy, and almost bored. Sure, meeting new mares was exciting enough, especially ones that could be used at brood mares or warriors in the future. But, what he really needed, was stallions to build up his army, if ever there was an attack. "So you are here, just out of curiosity? Haven't you ever heard that curiosity killed the cat?"
characters spent - 1734
character used - NEFARIAN
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Post by .r e e d. on Jun 7, 2009 9:09:46 GMT -5
nyx [/font] goddess of the night[/right][/color] A marwari grazes quietly a few yards away, stomach bulging slightly. Talking of her mate reaches her curved zeniths, flicking her gold tail, she sets off at a careful, slow trot. As she reached them, she nickers softly to Nefarian, stopping at his side. She nods her curved head, snorting softly. [/blockquote] It's a theif in the night to come and grab you
It can creep up inside and consume you
A disease of the mind that can control you
And she's to close for comfort.. [/color][/right][/font] |
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Post by macca on Jun 7, 2009 10:51:39 GMT -5
She let nothing show, as Nefarian as he was now known to her, displayed his obvious displeasure at her forwardness. My, she had not realised he would take it quite so wrongly, but as he explained his mood, she realised that it was affecting him and she put it down to this. Harks flicked forward to him, she had shown no disrespect, only a quality to ignore fear so far. She took mere seconds to write a reply in her mind, she believed he would see soon enough how useful she could be to him, in body, mind, body... Besides if he did not, another would.
'Come now. It is only most other horses that do not simply walk onto occupied lands, for they are stupidly engulfed by fear. I am not of that sort, and I do hope in time, you will see this attribute, it is one after all that is quite useful. I knew what I wanted when I stepped forth on your land, your reputation precedes you. And again I apologise for finding you in ill mood, but I could not have predicted that could I?'
The movement behind Nefarian caught her eye, not long after the scent reached her quivering nostrils. It was a mare, one of the two, her belly suggesting pregnancy. Lark couldn't be sure of her position, not when she did not know them, but she gave a nod of her head in recognition of the mare. Conflict within was not on her agenda.
'Curiosity itself is a curious thing. I was keen to see these lands before I made judgement on whether it was the place for me Nefarian. And then to meet you, if I was indeed happy. Remember you are spoken about, an upcoming force and of that I was curious. Do you not think reconnaisance a good thing?'
Lark was not going to try and play Nefarian. Her hearings of him and his attitude now, told her all she needed to know and he was no weak individual. Of that she was sure. She could be a weapon, she knew that. Her body could serve endless possibilities, whether it bore the army or whether it went into war. But he would have to in time, fall to see what she showed. Open the curtains, so to speak, to unveil the true glory. The real weapon inside.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 8, 2009 10:09:13 GMT -5
Suppose that I missed you.
Suppose that I care. Having Nyx appear next to him, Nefarian's ears flicked ever so slightly, and he shifted his weight. Eyes still stared at Lark, and his nostrils quivered. "If you want to stay upon Felwood lands, just ask for such. Do not skate around the subject." Frowning, the large stallion looked Lark over. "Your purpose within the herd, if you decide to join, will be decided some other time. Right now, I need rest." Turning, he then looked to Nyx. "Show her around. Be nice, or I will make sure that foal dies," he hissed coldly, turning away from her now, heading off into the underbrush to rest.
characters spent - 1153
character used - NEFARIAN
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Post by .r e e d. on Jun 8, 2009 10:17:18 GMT -5
Curved harks immediatly went against her neck. how dare he?! it's his foal too! The mare stomps her white daggar angrily, hard. Blue and ruby eyes venture to the mare. 'come.' she almost spits, golden tassles flicking constantly.[/color][/font]
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Post by macca on Jun 10, 2009 8:37:48 GMT -5
She felt his eyes look her over, before his words were spoken and he departed to rest. She showed no emotion, only dropping her head as he walked away, before looking to the mare, who had been directed to show her around the lands. She didn't know quite what to say, his threat was not un-common in their kind, Lark had heard it countless times throughout her short life and just sometimes the threat was carried out. Not too often, the life of a foal was precious, they were needed to fight, but sometimes it was deemed necessary by a stallion. Still Lark thought, should that ever be threatened to her, boy let them try.
'Perhaps a short gentle stroll, in your condition you shouldn't strain yourself and besides I am quite tired of walking..'
Lark spoke quite softly, she had seen the mares anger at Nefarians comment and she did not wish for any bad feeling between them, for if she was to stay, she wanted to get along.
-Lark- |
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Post by .r e e d. on Jun 10, 2009 11:10:25 GMT -5
The mare's ears back, she grinds her teeth. 'fine.' Blue and ruby eyes glaring, she walks on, slapping her tail on her hind. As she walks, she thinks about what Nefarian had said. 'show her around. be nice, or i'll make sure that foal dies.' 'it doesn't make sense.' Nyx spits to herself, mainly ignoring the other mare. She snorts, curved ears back on her neck. The marwari says to Lark, 'it's his.' for no deffiant reason.. [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by macca on Jun 10, 2009 15:19:41 GMT -5
Lark ambled alongside the Marwari mare, her insense still obvious. She spoke little, Lark caught her 'it doesn't make sense' under her breath, until the clear words 'It's his,' were directed at her.
She didn't know quite what to say. She didn't know this mare and so she felt she had no right to intrude upon her feelings, nor was in the proper place to offer her thoughts to the matter. Instead she said simply,
'I'm sure he knows that.'
Lark assumed it was his ill temper that had driven him to say it, at least he didn't seem quite so wrathed with anger and evil as some, and she had met some mad, raving sorts on her wanderings. Besides, this mare was being nice, and therefore there was no reason for the threat to be carried out was there?
-Lark- I Can Be YOUR Ally... I Can Be YOUR WEAPON... But What Do You Want Me To Be? |
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Post by .r e e d. on Jun 10, 2009 16:28:50 GMT -5
The mare slapps her gold tail again, slowing her fast pace. Breathing just a little hard. 'of course he knows.' she spits back, white hoof stomping. Suddenly stopping, she sighs. 'rest.' she folds her slender white legs as she lays by the side of the mountain, blue and ruby eyes suddenly look warily. Her mood changes so sudden, it's surprisng and sometimes scary. Snorting softly, Nyx looks up again. 'i'm nyx.' [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by macca on Jun 12, 2009 16:26:38 GMT -5
She expected, Nyx as she was soon to known, to spit back and Lark didn't mind. Her change of emotion was bound to happen throughout her pregnancy, even more so than the sudden change of emotion that was already possessed by Lark herself and a good deal of her alliance also.
She acknowledged the stop for rest and lay down as well a couple of metres from her.
'Good to meet you Nyx. May I ask as to how long you have resided here?'
-Lark- |
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Post by .r e e d. on Jun 15, 2009 8:06:43 GMT -5
'since my mate and i fought for our land. maybe six months.' The mare sighs, looking down. 'we were close then. it seems giving life to this foal was what made him part.' Closing her blue and ruby eyes, she snorts. 'c'mon.
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Post by macca on Jul 22, 2009 15:49:44 GMT -5
Lark looked to her as she spoke, taking in her words. So they were 'together' of sorts, this foal proved it, though Lark thought they were not so 'together' as maybe Nyx would hope. Certainly not by his actions not so long ago. Maybe it was just a tough time for them both. Raised the tension. The connection a little strained.
She moved forward as Nyx rose, ready to follow.
'That is not long at all, therefore maybe things changed a bit too quickly? With such a large land and little taskforce it must place pressure upon him to patrol and keep it safe for you and your foal.' She gave her words to mean something, to belong here Lark wanted to get along with all, most definately Nyx for she had been the first mare she had met.[/size] |
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