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Post by Vel on Jun 17, 2008 22:17:33 GMT -5
Torchwood
It was an odd feeling for him, being a stag of age that did not have any terra or vixens to claim as his own. It was very odd to him. He had tried to claim a terra but had failed. He had fought for land but failed. He was only a mere three years of age. Perhaps to young to claim and fight for land? He did not think so but who knew what else others thought about that topic.
His pale daggers hit the hard. He did not know where he was, he had jsut wandered here. He knew it had to be a claimed land, for there were not any wanderers here.
He shook his pale banner about his neck as bugs landed on it.
He then got down on the dirt and rolled about in it, putting a thin layer of dust on his pale pelt. He was an oddball when it came to colour and markings.
His pelt was a light pale colour. His banners were just a shade darker of that of his pelt. He had a light chocolate streak in his mane. He had a very oddly coloured marking on his leg. A black sock. The other legs held no markings. And then there was that odd thing on his face. A stripe that was in the shape of a lightning bolt. Yes, he did look odd with his colour and markings.
He walked on. The land was empty as far as he could tell. No one but himself. He sighed. A raven flew down from a tree and swooped over his head. The raven let out a long, screeching cry. It soon paired up with another of its kind. The two flew off to the trees. His blue optics searched the land for a sign that his own kind had been here. He saw nothing. Zip. Zero. Nada. Ziltch. Of course the land might be large and not harbour that large of a herd. He let out a whinny to see if any one was here. He stopped and waited.
Curse me; Torchwood
I've lived; 3 short summers
Carve me a; stag
I stand at; 15.3hh
I am a pureblooded; Arabian
Colour my pelt; light palomino
My allaince; is undertermined for I am unsure of myself |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 19, 2008 0:27:30 GMT -5
Fiana;;
Terra de Rocas
A fae roamed her land, nostils flaring as a new scent greeted her from downwind. A new stag was upon her terra. She grunted, unsure what to make of the equine that now roamed her domain. Her hooves stepped roughly upon the earth. The fae wasn't timid of her pressence being known, in fact she wanted to alert the stallion of her location; she would route out whether he was worthy of even stepping hoof on her land by his reaction. If he made a flee, well, than he deserved to be chased from the lands, tail tucked under. If he stood strong, he was worth a second glance. And, if he posed a challenge she would fight him with the best of her ability.
As his visage came to sight, her crown raised up, necking cresting out; she soon gave a loud nicker, making sure he was aware she was there. "Stag, who are thee?" She questioned, her voice strong, but gentle -- she was not one to overstate her power in pressence of a stallion. That said, she gently bowed her cranium, though none too far. On her own turf, she wouldn't be so kind as to show that much respect to any other.
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Post by Vel on Jun 19, 2008 12:13:41 GMT -5
Torchwood
He stood for just a bit more to see if another equine was here. He sort of wished that there might be equines here. His sky blue optics looked over the land. Yes, it was quite large. He liked the look of it too. It was ...... suiting. Well at least it was suiting to him, and it must be to those who live here to or else why would they choose to settle here?
His orbs looked through the trees and shubbery to see if there were any signs of life. His head lifted as he sensed something was near him. He turned slightly as he heard a whinny.
A black equine was standing there. It was a mare. He could tell by her vioce. She asked him who he was. Her vioce was gentle, yet had a strong authority engraved into it. She must be the Goddess of this wonderful land. he thought as he truned to fully face her.
"I am Torchwood." he said in response to her question. "If I may ask, who are you?" He did want to know who she was. Was she a herd member, warrior, or the Goddess of the land. He took one small step closer as he awaited her reply.
Curse me; Torchwood
I've lived; 3 short summers
Carve me a; stag
I stand at; 15.3hh
I am a pureblooded; Arabian
Colour my pelt; light palomino
My allaince; is undertermined for I am unsure of myself |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 19, 2008 13:39:40 GMT -5
The equine bobbed her head gently as she paced a precise circle around the stag in question. Her auds were low as she inspected the equine, sizing him up. "I am leader of these lands; the name is Fiana."
She stopped her paces in front of him, turning her frame about, eyes met with his own. She curled her lips into an awkward form of a grin. Her teeth grinded as she watched him. "Tell me, what has led you to my land, stag?" She questioned, backing up from the stallion. Her neck was once more raised respectfully, her eyes patiently studying him, ears awaiting a reply.
OoC;; Blah! No muse at all, sorry. ><
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Post by Vel on Jun 19, 2008 16:20:50 GMT -5
Torchwood
He nodded to her in greeting as she addressed her calling and her position in these fine lands. So she is the Goddess of this fine piece of land. He watched Fiana as she sized him up. Her optics then meet his own. She smiled at him and asked what had brought him mto these lands of hers.
"Well, if you wish to know, I was just wandering about and I stumbled into these fine lands. They really are wonderful. Do they have a name?" was his response to her question about how he cme to be in her harem. He looked at her waiting to see what she would say next.
Curse me; Torchwood
I've lived; 3 short summers
Carve me a; stag
I stand at; 15.3hh
I am a pureblooded; Arabian
Colour my pelt; light palomino
My allaince; is undertermined for I am unsure of myselfooc// same here, not much muse |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 21, 2008 13:14:17 GMT -5
Her auds swiveled on occassion, concentrating not only on his words, but on the sounds of creatures wandering around her, too. She crested her neck to the side, pointing her soft muzzle to one of the rocky mountains that made up her home. "Terra de Rocas..."
"Torchwood," her lips stumbled upon his name, her head searching out to greet his direction once more. "You are herdless, yes?" She questioned, pacing past him, her muzzle gently grazing along his withers.
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Post by Vel on Jun 21, 2008 18:31:18 GMT -5
Terra de Rocas was this grand lands name. He liked it. His audits flicked as distant creatures made noises in the woods. He waas always alert even when it seemed he was not. His blue orbs wandered around the land as there was a pause in her speach. She then asked him if he had a herd or not.
"No, I do not." he replied. Maybe she could offer him ma home. He would surely love that. He flicked his pale banner as a few more bugs decided they wanted to land and bite his hindquarters. "How big is your herd Fiana?" he asked the fae. |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 22, 2008 14:38:41 GMT -5
The fae studied his reactions cautiously, nodding her head as he spoke. "My herd is but a small one for now, but..." she paused in her speech once more, nicking at his withers playfully. She then turned about, heading toward the lake that stood at the bottonm of Montanas de la Cascada. "Maybe my herd numbers will grow by one now?" She queried, chuckling slightly as she gently slapped him with her banner, inviting him to follow.
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Post by Vel on Jun 22, 2008 22:08:10 GMT -5
Torchwood's sky blue optics watched as she nipped at his wither and then moved to the direction of the lake. He knew that even though her herd was small now, it would soon rise to great power. "I would be honoured to be part of this grand herd. I am mcertian that it will soon rise to power." He followed behind her as she moved to the lake. ooc// low muse |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 22, 2008 22:59:13 GMT -5
ooc||I'm with you there. Blah..
Fiana gave her head a swift nod, it was hard to tell if it was in reaction to him or to a fly landing atop her crown. Regardless, she granted him a gentle nudge before she had completely passed him heading for the sound of the running waterfall. She could hear his hooves crunching upon the leaves behind her. She would study his movements, the strength he held, in the following days. She would have to decide his rank in time. But for now, the sound of that refreshing water called her, and she took off in a quick trot, ceasing only upon coming to the edge of the lake. Her breaths were heavy as she stared into her reflection awaiting his own to greet her in the water's surface.
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Post by Vel on Jun 24, 2008 18:23:36 GMT -5
Torchwood watched as she moved into a swift trot. She was heading to the sound of a waterfall. He soon picked up an easy, powerful trot and followed her. He soon slowed to a walk as he neared her at the edge of the bank. He walked up next to her and he looked at her reflection and then to his own.
He studied his face. He still thought he looked a bit odd with sky blue orbs, pale palomino fur and a blaze shaped like a lightening bolt. As said before he thought he looked odd, but others had different ideas. They loved his odd colouring and markings, even the one black sock on his left hind leg. He looked over to Fiana's reflection once more. She looked what he would call 'normal and beautiful' not 'odd and strange' like he thought of himself. What other equine had these strange markings?
He dipped his pale velvet maw into the cool water. It was so refreshing. He drank his fill and then brought his Arab head back up. |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 30, 2008 3:24:10 GMT -5
The fae slapped a hoof upon their reflections, allowing the colors of their pelts to blend amongst the rippling water. The image it created was abstract but most interesting and just before it rested down to their two individual forms.
And, with a nicker, she took a few steps forward, coming mid-leg within the depths of the water. The water was a little cold, but it was not too long until she was used to it. She had her rump to him, and a leg soon shot up, splashing a cold slosh of water at him a somewhat playful expression upon her face. This mare was not one to break down in a giddy romp often but the rare times she did, she truly seemed to enjoy herself -- even if she was the only one.
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Post by Vel on Jun 30, 2008 11:10:19 GMT -5
His sky blue orbs watched her as she stamped a dagger into their reflections. The colours merged and then after a while broke back into their own sepreate images. His audits invoentaruly flicked as she whickerd and stepped into the cool water. He watched her, and next thing he knew, he was splashed with a spray of chilled water.
He saw she had a bit og a playful expression etched upon her face. He norted and momved into the water next to her. He turned to the side a bit, so his hindquarters were slanting awa from her own. He kicked under the water sending a spray on her hindquarters and belly. He lightly whinnied as he splashed her. His blue optics returned to her to see what she would do next. |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jul 14, 2008 1:35:15 GMT -5
She nickered out her soft laugh, her head tossing slightly at the rush of the splashing waters. The fae took a few steps further into the water, her body turning about to face him as she did. She let her muzzle stretch towards him, her teeth grinding a soft nip upon his.
With that, she tossed out her own legs, broncing through the the cool liquid creating a flurry of movement amongst the waters. The vixen was soon upon him, gently rushing foward in a weak attempt to charge him back -- of course, this was no more than a play fight though, which may suggest why she managed such a faux attempt.
OoC}} BLARG; no muse.
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Post by Vel on Jul 14, 2008 2:08:24 GMT -5
He smiled as she softly laughed. He watched her as she nipped his pale muzzle and kicked out her pillars, sending water all over. He whinned a small laugh. He watched as she playfully charged him. He whickered and ran to her as well. He ran past her missing her by an inch, and sending a load of cool water all over her ebony pelt. He tossed his Arab head, his palomino mane cascading over his muscular neck. He picked up his left front dagger out of the knee high water, and stamped it a few times. The pawing sent water around him and on his chest and neck. it did not reach Fiana, since she was about seven metres away from him.
He half reared and charged at her again, this time stooping in front of her before he hit her, in a sliding stop. He had only seen a sliding stop be performed by a reining horse. He had never done it before this time. He quickly learned that this movement sent a very, very large amount of water over his haunches and back. |
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