..Seize the Day.

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..Milintica.

The large muscly brute trotted henceforth without a care, rather enjoying how the snow melted right underneath his steaming hooves. It made a sort of sizzling noise that brought a grin to his maw. Despite some horses struggle with the harsh weather, the fiery Zunden had grown to appreciate the cooling sensation it brought.

Milintica lowered his long throat, letting his eyes close halfway as he trekked across the barren field blanketed with a thick layer of ivory. For the past few months he had been solitary and now he felt the urge to socialize. The coming spring he hoped to have a mate, to spread his blood and wonderful lineage. A stream of perspiration trickled across his body. The stallion liked the way it felt to go for a long stroll, how it gave him time to think; think of deep, shaky topics, and blasphemous ones too.

Not far off, the sound of tiny footfalls gathered his attention and pulled him back to present time. A few meters away the form of a squirrel could be seen bounding across the snow and leaping up into a tall tree. It was microscopic in comparison to the large beast, and tempted him into approaching it. He quickly pushed all air out of his lungs in a long sigh and kept on going. Maybe if he was lucky he would see somebody within the week.


Muse xx Sweet music.
Lyrics xx Seize the Day, AX7

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[bg=#000000] Keezheekoni bestowed her crimson gaze upon the fruitless lands of this wonderless paradise.The snow had all but given grace to the lands of the flame, and the mare was not pleased with the current results of winter. Elongating the crest of her arching neck, her mind examined the surroundings with mudane interest, the ivory glittering as if to play some sinister joke to the fea. Unconsciously, a spark darted across her iris to dance along stilt, melting snow under her previous treddings. Snorting, she then burst forth into elongated trot as if deprived of motion to stifle the urge to burn away the white. Nevertheless, the cold gave way to steam as she trod with graceful gaits, heart burning with the desire for an offering of companionship. It had been not long ago that she had been invited into the herd, though through wandering she once more found herself boundless. The thought did little to calm her nerving soul as she leaped with flame-riding motions. Calming herself as pelt became live in coloration, she slowed once more as reaction to the qualm of her growing sparks. Checking herself, motions relaxed into nothing more than fleeting strides as she witnessed a form now in her crimson gaze. With vision being as what it was, Killjoy pulled herself up to frozen posture. Nostrils flared in hopes for scent as she gazed with consideration at the equine. A whistle sounded in her throat, a whinny of sorts, though higher in pitch to offer as a greeting. She waiting then, ears pricked, her collected interest growing slightly to the point of breakthrough.

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..Milintica.

Red blood coursed through his veins, speeding up in time with the breaths exiting his velveteen nostrils. Normally it was naked to the eye how arduous and grave he was, but during solitude moments such as these, the stout-hearted Zunden mindlessly let go without apprehension. The thud of his hard hooves began to break into a concord, creating a barbaric tune in simple measure. The sway of his tassels back and forth began to move side to side, back, and all around. Lost in his own melody, Milintica looked about him. Notes caught in the wind/swaying hypnotized by their own delight/no control. On circumstances like this particular day, he would take his time and indulge in the pleasure of poetry and lyrics. It was an abyss where all you had to do was line up different words in formation with each other, to make it sound good. It was so lucid, like soldiers getting ready for battle. The gunners in the front, then the cavalry, and so on.

The loud screech of a crow cawing from above caused the stag to catch his breath. He knew the ravens were spying on the Fire Herd from de Rocas, and possibly other locations... this one was a crow though, and not a raven. In annoyance, the crimson equine shot a length of flames up into the air, hoping to singe off the animals wings.

Out of his peripheral vision, a scarlet hessian appeared in the distance. Audits moving ahead, he broke into a gallop and sped forward. When he was all but a few meters off, he slowed to a walk. Right off the bat he knew he hadn't seen this one before, and questioned just how much he had missed over that time. "Greetings dove, who may you be?" he questioned.

Muse xx Sweet music.
Lyrics xx Seize the Day, AX7

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[bg=#000000] Keezheekoni examined the new arrival with a collection of masked interest, crimson gaze clouded with a sense of unwavering guard to the internal workings serving as emotion and mind. The stallion spoke, audios reaching forth to give grace to the mare's newly pricked ears as the deciphering began. Mind tasted the tone of question with almost reckless abandon, the feelings of the referral of name soon lost as the simple answer was not needed to offer. She would give her calling to him, indeed, by not by her choice of temperament. 'My calling is Killjoy,' Crimson iris sparked with flickering hint of flame at this annoucement, 'And you, dear stag?' Exhale brought forth ashen smoke as she brought her crimson orbs to lay rest upon his own pair without emotion. The offering of expression to another was earned for her, trust companionable and pardonable with thoughts of an equine. A wonder of truth pressed her fresh mind at the identity of this stag. She had not met many Zuden, even with her arrival into the Lands of Flame, her knowing now the fire lord, as well as Malice. Drawing to rein in mind, a reminder prepared itself of not lowering guard simply in new company. Curious was it may pull, she would not allow herself into its clever net...not in this moment of passing. Yet, she was interesting in learning more about this stallion before her.

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..Milintica.

The florid stallion looked the vixen over, plainly studying her silhouette with no inhibitions whatsoever. The strong contradiction of ivory on her dreads was striking, and her eyes were pretty, too. Though that wasn't entirely what mattered; he had to listen to her speak, watch the fashion in which she did things and how she reacted to him. It was all bound up into one big bundle that he would either perceive as a gift or as a burden. The stag thought very calculatingly but made sure that it wasn't noticeable.

Killjoy? He mentally smirked, wondering just what the mares dam had been thinking when she bestowed such a name upon her... Was she supposed to be a pre-made warrior or something, born from her mothers womb with an already set take on life? Whatever Killjoy was meant to give off, it didn't work on Milintica. Brushing all of this aside, he replied with affluence, "Ah, Killyjoy..." he tested the name on his tongue before continuing. "Well Killjoy, my ticket is Milintica." A small smile was printed across his face. "I assume you're new to Terra de Fuoco?" With a step forward, the equine waited patiently for a response.






Muse xx Chillwave
Lyrics xx Deadbeat Summer, Neon Indian

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[bg=#000000] Keezheekoni cautiously churned each thoughtful contemplation of word with a sort of airless hanging quality, mind lingering with extent for calculating meaning while depth of consideration in mind. The name itself, however, was carefully observed with backtracking on more than one of standard occasion, the mare deciding it fit this particular stallion quite well, the nature fitting enough for the equine before her. Petaled ears smoothly drew themselves with swiveling fluidity as the question now hung with aura itself about them, simple enough in its own right for her thoughts to try without gears. 'As it would so fortunate, that is the truth.' Her words were not calculating in the slightest, but held the sense of pleasant surprise at his guessing, though he himself was the third Zuden she had fallen into presence in the stretching length of days. Stance at her full, yet still quite minimal height, her crimson orbs continued their appraisal with quite attentive marks, for she was drawn to this particular stag. His own stance was quite mirroring, though hid something below their depths. Mind did not allow itself to wander farther upon this as ears flickered back at linger audios of piercing bird's cry, the mare instantaneously watching the silhouette make progression across the sky as skin shivered with heat. Once more, though, she made her eyes lock back to his form though the moments ticked helplessly by. Mind gave nothing more of offering as she waiting blankly, but with spark in eyes.

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..Milintica.

Cardinal pillar shifting it's stance, the brute couldn't help but take note of the femmora's pools drifting over his frame. It brought a smile to his lips, only just tugging at the corners of his maw. Let her, he thought, I have no shame in myself. After several moments, he sighed heavily and turned his crown this way and that, deciding what to do next. She acted perfectly normal, but only time would tell if she held some oddity and how greatly it would bother Milintica. For, everybody had errors but some were just too much to bear. Leaning over to nip at his foreleg, the equine basked in his comfort. Today he felt at ease with his herd, and tomorrow he would feel the same about the entire isle. Once the Zundens took over, things would take a turn for the best, whether specifically for the Fire horses, or not it didn't matter. Hopefully someday, Aiden would call a command for the start of the attack...

Once again rising to his regular height, he spoke to the dove. "How do you find it, here in de Fuoco? I assume you came alone..." he said, gently touching on whether she had a mate or not. Everything about her spoke to him that she did not, but what use is it putting your energy into something that will not even hold results? He took another half-step towards her, slowly closing the distance between them effortlessly. Her eyes spoke to him. If she knew it or not, they were encouraging him forth.





Muse xx Chillwave
Lyrics xx Deadbeat Summer, Neon Indian

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[bg=#000000] Keezheekoni tangibly processed the vacancy of space that extended forth between the pair, closed slightly by the shifting of tempting stallion after the fruitless question was asked. A smile, features prime with the gesture, stretched finely across her maw, playing with the light sparks that danced across her iris. She knew, the Zuden had already guessed the answer to the questioned he had poised for her. Amusement flickered through her as gaze never faltered back to his fine frame. The pride in her stance hardly lessened as the delicately framed mare took a collected step forth, a small one at that, as if in a challenge for such a game as orbs sparked with inner flame. 'Quite lonely. For as honesty is born, I did make the journey without companionship.' The soft audios that came with her voice where farther beckoning something, of different natures than Killjoy herself was used to handling. The fair fea moved the crimson irises to their surrounding premises, lingering upon nothing in particular with a sense of lazy nature, which was all a facade. Fire was racing through her veins, consuming richly under the pelting of her coat as the game with the stag started. Where it would lead was entirely up to himself. In truth, Keezheekoni was almost startled by this shift in her own attitude. Usually, the mare was collectively cold as well as smooth, but it may have been the spring getting under the ashen coals of her skin. Yes, that is what it was. Crimson orbs slid back to the brute. Milintica. The name she had decided fit the stag himself quite well with the limit experience the two shared together. The idle passings of coversation. Innocent enough, yes?

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..Milintica.

//I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again//


This particular mare wasn't following the chasteness of many he'd seen before. Usually it played out like a book. He pursued, and they quickly let in. Only, it was a sort of heavy burden being Zunden for the past years, before he had found his land. He knew he mustn't spread his lineage before impure mongrels, and yet- especially in his becoming years- he had so much lust for the opposite sex. Now he had a herd full of ladies who may or may not submit to him. After all, he had to be respectful to his own... Flicking that thought away, he sighed audibly loud. Such a beautiful essa... Momentarily he did not even know that he hadn't only thought that, but spoken it in words, too. Possibly if he had a light skin exposed he would flush a dark crimson. Seeing he was already rouge, it made no difference in the least. He was experienced, yay? Not in the physical sense, but he'd seen all of it time and time again. He knew what to do, and up until the climax, he could do all of it as well. He was a stallion, this was what he was made to do.

A small smirk played on his lips, thinking how foolish his mind was being. Jumping back into reality, Milintica saw the damsel shiver. How he would like her so very much.


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[bg=#000000] Keezheekoni witnessed the bluntly pressuring way this particular stallion took the pleasure of observing her, letting the long strands of her tail lash with almost feline antics. Deeply vibrant orbs flared with the hinting, wanting, something through the crimson of the irises, narrowing them into collective slits with cool intention. Smirk appeared upon her maw, broadened to captivate the extent of her features with arcane ease. When a reply for certain was to be made, what could be supported as catty purr escaped her taunt maw as the delicate mare allowed momentary flame to flicker across the molten expanse of pelting. A shiver, brought on upon the sake of lust, racked across her frame as Milintica stared back into her eyes, then dropped them for farther watching, raising them once more. Small laughter, metallic in itself, rang into the silence as the mind did not need to farther process the words he had spoken. Why need? Why not? A cold quake of anticipation cooled across her pelting at this thought. Draw him in? Push him back? Killjoy was no tease, nor one to merely offer herself without a second thought. Yet, he was tempting. Oh, yes he was. Dangerous? There was no danger. She was more capable of taking care of herself, and she hoped her knew this. The Zuden fea was in heat, but that in itself was old news. Over half the mares on the isles where, for it was the early senses of spring, was it not? Unruffled, unafraid, and seeking out the adventure that may or may not unfold before her, Killjoy tossed her delicate head, pelting burning inwardly as she cast gaze upon the stallion before her. Pretty is as pretty does, and perfect was hard to find. But it was out there. Ears flickered forth, she took another delicate step, the one stride almost in itself a prance. Yet, she was not as eager as some might be, for she was not going to merely throw herself at this stallion. Yet, as she knew, she was no tease.

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..Milintica.

//I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again//


This particular mare wasn't following the chasteness of many he'd seen before. Usually it played out like a book. He pursued, and they quickly let in. Only, it was a sort of heavy burden being Zunden for the past years, before he had found his land. He knew he mustn't spread his lineage before impure mongrels, and yet- especially in his becoming years- he had so much lust for the opposite sex. Now he had a herd full of ladies who may or may not submit to him. After all, he had to be respectful to his own... Flicking that thought away, he sighed audibly loud. Such a beautiful essa... Momentarily he did not even know that he hadn't only thought that, but spoken it in words, too. Possibly if he had a light skin exposed he would flush a dark crimson. Seeing he was already rouge, it made no difference in the least. He was experienced, yay? Not in the physical sense, but he'd seen all of it time and time again. He knew what to do, and up until the climax, he could do all of it as well. He was a stallion, this was what he was made to do.

A small smirk played on his lips, thinking how foolish his mind was being. Jumping back into reality, Milintica saw the damsel shiver. How he would like her so very much.


Muse xx .
Lyrics xx The Cave, Mumford & Sons
Note xx Somehow I deleted my last post and made it this one. Sorry 'bout that!

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[bg=#000000] Keezheekoni shifted with amused venture to what, for exact, this measurement of adventurement was taking with it for shape. A collected calmness, without the aiding of mask, controlled the sharp contours of her features, the brilliantly etched pelting altering with the heat that was brought with the words. It was then that Killjoy took a step, motions mounting without the facade of boredom as the boldness was marked in the next actions. Undaunted, but not untouched, by his words, the time for her circling had drawn nigh. Calculated steps, the rolling of her taunt muscles across the delicate frame she was born with, dainty head observing with satisfaction at what it saw. Pedigreed. Prestine. 'The beauty is as beauty does, no? It is the fine fires in the blood that is worth praise.' The Zuden did not wish to filter her thoughts, slipping a little in the refined arch of suspension to succumb to a flashing smile. Dazzle. She approved of him, without the wish of being swept away by the false pretenses of love. Love was not present here. Nor would she have thought. Compassion was hardly in her bred nature, after all. A halt was drawn back where she started, the crimson orbs still catching as if she had never been the one to make motion. Was he the type to tease now, though she doubted it was in his breeding either. Or the natures of his gender, hardly of the genteel types. Another shiver worked through her form at this, and a spark winked across her iris. Yes, she knew what she wanted. What at the moment she seemed to need. But the offer was mute in nature, and all she had for calling was to wait. The long tail thrashed again as she felt heat building in her chambers.

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occ: Sorry for my absence. If you want to continue this just say so. : P