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Post by wildbrumby on Jun 22, 2008 3:01:01 GMT -5
They draped about him like a green curtain. Soft leaves stroking his speckled hide as he enter through the veil. Stepping through the green drapes seem to send him into another world. The sunlight, shining throught he leaves, gave the shadows an errie green hue, while when looking to the green walls, and faint glow could be seen of the brighter outside.
Lifting his dark sooty face, the stallion looked the tree trunk up and down with faded brown eyes. Silently, he stepped towards the thick trunk. Stretching his neck out, he pressed his velvet nose to the cold living wood. It was a silent thank you to the tree. Turning away again, his gazed returned to the glow.
He could hear barely anything in this cocoon of a willow tree, its branches drapping to the ground. With a contented grunt, Whitefoot lowered his muzzle to graze on the sparce grass that grew about the trunk. It was quiet here and for once, the usually playful stallion was enjoying the calm moment. It wouldn't last long. But for now....
He sighed again, picking at the grass and listening to his own grinding teeth as he ate. He wondered where other horses were.
He had arrived here afer a rather hard swim. Now he hoped for some company, atleast after some rest.
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 22, 2008 14:19:48 GMT -5
An ebony fae approached the speckled stag, her cranium stuck high upon a gently crested neck. Her banner shook behind her, slapping away the insects that these draping willows drew. Her opts narrowed on the visage of the stag. She gave a gentle nicker, one that stated her dominance without being too harsh. The last thing the equine wished at this point was to draw a challenge from a foreign stag.
"Stag?" She through a nicker out once more, this time a bit louder to gain an answer. What was this stag doing out in the depths of these willows?
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Post by wildbrumby on Jun 22, 2008 21:37:22 GMT -5
Lifting his dark head sharply at the sound of a mare's call, Whitefoot held himself proudly, neck arched and legs square. Just inside the willow's curtain, an ebony mare had appeared. He had not heard her come up until her vocals sounded.
"Why hello..." He spoke calmly, though a slight hint of excitiment rang in his tone. His voice was deep but young. Flicking his dark tail against his flank, Whitefoot stepped towards the mare. THough stopped after a stride or two. Not wanting to step into her space and insult.
He waited, not sure suddenly what to say. He was young and unlearned in the handling of mares. All he knew was here was a pretty one and he was going to take care not to insult. Not to mention she was the first he'd met since coming to the island.
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 22, 2008 22:50:02 GMT -5
The fae lowered her crown as he spoke, his voice and stature revealing no real threat to the vixen. "Hello..." she echoed back to him, carefully eying him as he took a few paces foward. She nodded off the movement, gesturing it was okay to approach her. The mare could tell he was somewhat nervous on seeing her. The stag was probably unused to faes, but that wasn't a problem with her. In fact, he wouldn't have to much trouble getting up to speed with his interactions in her herd. After all, her herd was young and it could grow with him.
She would keep the conversation light in order to keep him calm. His build was nice, and she would have him as a member of her herd. Thusfar, she had a well built herd, each member good in their stature. "Tell me, what is your name?" She nickered, her auds swiveling foward as she took a gentle pace foward, flicking her banner to the side.
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Post by wildbrumby on Jun 22, 2008 23:00:49 GMT -5
His deep brown eyes looked over her body curiously. She was fine looking. Thinner boned them himself. His was a more stocky build, but that coming from his breeding. Her dark colouring interested him. Being used to more light coloured beasts. His own, a dusty cream was common enough. Though the white speckles were something different.
He wondered if she had a stallion.
Arching his neck, and lifting his left foreleg, the primitive coloured stallion showed off a socked hoof. "My name is Whitefoot." he said, before placing his only pale dagger to the soft groud. "Who are you?" He was a little rash with his speech. Used to talking to the point with other young stallions like himself.
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 30, 2008 3:29:15 GMT -5
She couldn't help but nicker out a sound most resembling a chuckle. He was indeed rash, and he seemed to be not so well-faired with other equines. This was no turn-off for the mare, however. She didn't expect much else from a stallion, especially one who had been roaming about the lands on his own.
"I am Fiana," she answered simply. "And to what herd is such a stag bestowed to?"
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Post by wildbrumby on Jul 1, 2008 22:55:24 GMT -5
Whitefoot lowered his blackened face slightly, ears flicking back. He had already completely forgotten his manners. Answering her before anything else crossed his mind.
"Well, I don't have a herd. I have only just left a group of colts like myself."
His head lifted suddenly and he looked at her with a slightly hopeful glint in his eyes
"Though I am looking for a herd now!"He said proudly, and with alot of enthusiasm(sp?). Whitefoot couldn't help it, he wanted a herd of his own so badly. To prove to himself and others that he was ready for that responsibility.
"Do you ahve a herd Fiana?"
He asked the fae, looking at her expectantly.
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Post by sibber-chow on Jul 4, 2008 15:13:24 GMT -5
Fiana studied him for a moment, confirming he was a stallion worthy of occupying her terra. "Well, equine, a herd I do own," she held her head high upon a crested neck, nostrils flaring slightly in excitement. To say she owned a herd, it was an exhilarating sensation. "And, you are most welcome to belong to it, if that is your desire, stag." With that she bowed her head gently, turning about. She began to pace off, though she stopped after a few steps and turned her head to the stallion. "Follow me to Terra de Rocas, if that be your destiny." With that, she trotted off venturing to her lands.
OoC;; if he accepts, I'll move the thread to Terra de Rocas. : )
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Post by wildbrumby on Jul 5, 2008 1:52:18 GMT -5
The dun hesitated. She said she owned a herd. That still puzzled him. A fae "owning" a herd? That was something he was not familiar with. Whitefoot snorted softly, shaking his mane and the confusion from himself. To show his acceptance, the stallion started forwards after the black fae. Trotting proudly, the youngster followed his new herd mate, not sure what he was getting himself into.
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