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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Nov 21, 2010 20:14:49 GMT -5
The shades of tri-rose colors of a young mare hid in the small forest, shyly. She was not use to being in the public eye of the horses. Besides the pink coloration called Rose Roan isn't really the most normal color seen, even though this mare lived her whole life on the island, and same for her family. She snorted as she stood shyly out of the way, not really wanting to be noticed.
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Post by Storeh on Nov 22, 2010 19:02:03 GMT -5
The cremello stallion raised his head slightly, nostrils flaring as his form was still in the half-light. Ears swiveling back for a brief moment, the stallion Hollow listened intently for any sounds resounding off the canopy above. Letting his icy orbs trace the trees, the paint took note of the patchwork shade they cast onto his form as well as the surroundings. With another fleeting thought, he lowered his small head a fraction before started off at a leisurely walk, heading toward the beaches.
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Nov 22, 2010 19:22:16 GMT -5
Rose stayed were she stood as she listened to hooves hit the ground, sounding of a heave weighted (Sorry Hollow! I kinda image him a bigger build of horse! ^^') stallion. She felt iffy about staying, but she kept her stand there.
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Post by Storeh on Nov 22, 2010 20:13:39 GMT -5
Scared of my Shadow's form became instantly rigid as the breeze carried a scent from nearby to meet his muzzle. Snorting, his delicate head tossed, ears pinning back as he seemed to contemplate a next move for a mere second. His sapphire eyes sparking with inner flame, his head tossed as a trumpeting call resounded through the area, the bugling as an announcement of his presence within the area. Muscles tensing under silken coat, the cremello waited, eyes scanning...
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Nov 22, 2010 20:33:12 GMT -5
Rose, stepping back deeper in the small woods, let out a quiet, iffy nicker. She was unsure of the horse that had called out. He seemed largely demanding of things, and dangerous. All that popped up in her head just from the bugling sound he, if it was a he, made.
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Post by Storeh on Nov 22, 2010 20:47:15 GMT -5
The cremello stag's pelt quivered as beads of sweat started to stain its light coloration. Ears flickering uncertainly back to forth, his mind processed the returning call to his own, a timid voice of a mare. Arching his neck to his chest, the muscles stretched taunt as his nostrils flared, tail raising slightly as he took another tense second to think he next moves through. Stepping forth with all the lithe of a dancer, his motions started once more, a proud prance as his voice rang through the air again...
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Nov 22, 2010 20:58:25 GMT -5
Rose was unsure on what to do. The woods was small, but dense enough that if she bolted like she would usually, it would ensure a head on collision with a sturdy tree. The odd colored mare back up a couple more steps, until she felt her rump run into a tree. 'Maybe the small woods wasn't a great hiding place.' The mare thought quietly to herself. She was unsure how the horse would react. She was use to getting a negative reactions.
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Post by Storeh on Nov 22, 2010 21:14:36 GMT -5
The patchwork stallion continued forth with proud motions, muscles moving as if clockwork gliding under a smooth collection of pelting. His delicate petal ears moved forward as the sound of nearly inaudible motions rang out to greet them. Embracing the dense shade, his motions soon changed once again into a high held walk. Nostrils drinking in the taste of fleeting wind and idle breeze, the cremello Hollow as quick to breech a section of trees to find the mare. Gliding elegantly to a halt, he craned his neck higher, raising himself to his full height, and gave a soft nicker to the mare in short greeting as a spark danced across his eyes...
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Nov 22, 2010 21:33:12 GMT -5
Rose lifted he neck and the raised the rest of her body to her full height, hoping it show she wasn't afraid, but her eyes widen slightly. She returned his greeting with a quiet, unsure greeting. An unsure ear flicked back as her orbitals took in the bold stallion.
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Post by Storeh on Nov 23, 2010 0:28:24 GMT -5
Scared of My Shadow allowed himself to take in her appearance for the first time, his blue oculi scanning her pelting before returning to the contours of her head. Ears pricking forth as the stallion processed her answer, the interest and curiosity mounting until it wrenched his thoughts completely from the rest of their shared attention. Almost in surprise, he snorted, dished face raised a fraction the stallion finally chose to speak, the voice he spoke in almost a charismatic tone, "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, I am Scared of My Shadow...or Hollow, if you wish..."
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Nov 23, 2010 1:18:59 GMT -5
"Ice Rose." She said. Though she preferred to be called Rose or Ice, she always gave her full name. It was her way of learning if the horse she just met is really a respectful horse, and call her by her full name until she offered her nicknames. She relaxed a little. He seemed not too alarmed by the odd coloring of her coat or anything. "Nice to meet you." She finally said after a bit.
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Post by Storeh on Nov 23, 2010 19:50:55 GMT -5
The cremello stallion could not stop himself from listening with intent interest as the mare Ice Rose verbalized her name. Ears pricked forth even more noticeably as Hollow then decided the name fit. Unable to stop the impulse at the current, the stag gave a low bow, front leg extending as his frame swept elegantly to the ground. He was not accustomed to this, though had done so to leaders of the lands he had simply passed through. Regaining his composure, the paint righted himself as long strands of long silken mane fell messily back into place.
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Nov 23, 2010 20:21:25 GMT -5
(I just remember! XD It's winter!)
Bowing had no interest to her. She may care about respect, but she was no royalty, even though she was descended from the old, lost elemental herd, Earth, the powers long breed out of her. She shifted her weight on her legs as she felt on start to fall asleep, the cold winter air cooling it. Rose stood there now, in deep snow, ready to walk away.
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Post by Storeh on Nov 24, 2010 13:26:01 GMT -5
The patchwork painted stallion pricked his ears accordingly as he judged the reaction he got, an inner chuckle drawing circles into the fresh mind. Delicate head turning, his ears swiveled back in recollection of his thoughts before this dainty mare had captivated his interest. For a mere moment he was at a lost for what his previous actions had consisted of, until a distant spark in the corner of his mind brought back the series of adjacent memories. With a near smirk, he once more rounded upon the mare, dipping his head in a polite dismissal before stepping around her, his light pelt close to brushing hers in the crowded space. At the small distance, he could feel the lingering warmth as his tail brushed against her form. Without another word or action, the cremello Hollow moved into the trees, and headed back to the waters.
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Nov 24, 2010 14:00:06 GMT -5
The mare stood there, unsure what to do. She watched for a moment, watching the snow that was kicked up by the stallion. She wasn't so sure if she should stay or should go after him. The mare stepped cautiously in the deep snow, feeling the cold wetness on her legs now as she raised her legs into the air to walk forward. She kept on walking forward, slowly and quietly. She was suddenly interested in the stallion. He still didn't seem alarmed that whole time about her odd tri rose color coat.
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