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Post by hawk on Jul 31, 2008 20:13:32 GMT -5
Calli was a confident, cocky, bitch of a mare. Her pretty dapples made her look gorgeous and she knew it. The thoroughbred in her gave her the cockiness.. Although, when it all came down to it, she was only as pretty as her attitude... Which needed a serious adjustment. She needed someone who would dominate her, push her around a little bit, to let her know she wasn't the top horse. That was one thing about her, she may stand taller then some mares, but her fighting skills weren't worth jack shit. She'd cower away from fighting, no one ever knew why.
As well as being cocky, she also has a sad past.
Her father threw her out of the herd after her mother died. He told Calli she reminded him too much of her. Calli got her arrogance from her sire, among other things.
Calli was, in fact a spitting image of her mother, blue eyes and all. The mare was far from being as mature as her mother though. She needed a few lessons in the art of mannerism.
Yet here she was. In this barren place. Alone. Waiting. Always waiting. For her it had become a game. But for right now, all she could do is chew on some grass and wait. Wait for what you might ask? Wait for a stallion.
Yes, that would be what she would do. Wait. Wait. And wait some more.
Name: Calli
Age: 3
Gender: Mare
Height: 16.1hh
Breed: Thoroughbred x Mustang
Coat colour: Dapple gray
Mane colour: White
Tail colour: White
Eye colour: Blue
Alliance: Neutral
Associates: /
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Post by Vel on Jul 31, 2008 20:32:38 GMT -5
He walked into the land with his ebony dial held high. He was rpoud and regal, a true born leader. His ebony flints sruck the ground with a sure ryhtm. Ah, the claiming grounds. So many equine could be found here, it was crazy. Some parts of the valley were not so populated, this is where he wanted to go. He swished his obsidian banner and broke into a slow canter.
One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three. His daggers hit the earth with muffled sound. He made his way onto an old dirt path, worn down by so many other equine trodding along it over the years. The sound of his gait beacame a bit louder, not being muffled bt the soft, lush grass any more. A small cloud of dirt trailed behind him as he made his way down the path. He snorted and let out a small buck, moving into a medium canter. The pace was nice, so he kept the rythm. He let out a short whinny to any equine near him, or any creature for that matter.
He slowed to a tort and then to a walk as a scent filled his flaring nares. It was the scent of another equine. A vixen to be exact. He moved forward until the scent got so strong, he could tell he was metres from her. He let out a very quiet whicker as he made his way through the trees. His fine Arab head arched at the poll.
There she was, an image of perfect beauty. A beautiful silver coat. he walked out very calmy, not wanting to startle her in any way. "Hello." He called out to her. "I am Lassan, god of Terrs Delle Liberta. And do you have a calling, m'dear?"
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Post by hawk on Jul 31, 2008 20:42:08 GMT -5
Calli tossed her head confidently. This equine wasn't about to let down her guard. "Of course I have one. What do you take me for?" she snapped at him with her teeth. She was showing her true colors. 'What an stupid equine' she thought in her mind. She stamped her daggers menacingly. "It's Calli if you must know." She was a little interested in him since he had said he was a God. She was a beauty alright, but was a royal pain in the butt. "What do you want from me?" Figuring the mare knew his answer, he wanted mares, equines, to add to his herd. She'd accept in an instant if he asked her.
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Post by Vel on Jul 31, 2008 21:10:02 GMT -5
His twin harks perked as she spoke. This one has a bit of a spark to her, doesn't she? Exactly what I like, a horse with a personality. To answer her question, which was most likely retorical, he said "Oh I take for a lovely lady, with a personality." He smiled a bit at her and then listened as her vocals once again filled the warm air. She had said her name. Calli. It was lovely name. She then asked what he wanted of her. "I would like to know if you wanted to accompany me back to my land. What do you say Calli?"
ooc// sorry for shortness
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Post by hawk on Jul 31, 2008 21:38:12 GMT -5
The mare snorted and tossed her maw again. "I believe I will." She accepted. But she didn't want him to think HE was the reason she was doing it. She wanted him to believe she was doing it because she wanted to. Calli kept her distance from him. She wasn't going to let him breed her. She didn't want a foal yet, she wasn't ready, and she didn't want him to force it upon her. The mare looked him up and down, sighing softly.
ooc: Same here, I'm exhausted.
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Post by Vel on Jul 31, 2008 21:47:58 GMT -5
He was pleased that she wanted to join his herd. Did she want to join beacause of chioce or because of him. He figured it was by her own will. "Follwo me then." He turned and motioned her to follow him. As they were picking up a slow jogging pace, he began to speak to her. "The land is very very large. Even I have not explored all of it. It varries in terrains. There are so many different types. Forests to beaches, to snow capped mountians to jungle patches. It is quite amazing." He walked along silently for a minute and then spoke yet one again. "Where is it you come from m'dear?"
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Post by hawk on Jul 31, 2008 21:52:18 GMT -5
She followed him, by his side. "I come from the mainland." Was all she said. She snapped it. As if she was angry, she swished her tail and he wouldn't get anything else out of her. Calli wasn't paying attention to where he was leading her, just that she was following this magnificent stallion that she wasn't sure if she liked or not. When they came in view of the snow she stopped and gasped. "What.. What is that... its so.. white?" she was shocked, she'd never seen anything like it before. It was just.. so white.. and beautiful. "What is it?" she asked again.
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Post by Vel on Jul 31, 2008 22:25:53 GMT -5
He smirked as she snapped her answer. "Ah the wonderful land of Italy then?" Lassan loked to the snow covered mountian peaks as Calli began to ask what the 'white stuff' was on top of the mountain. She looked to him and looked back to it in awe. He knew she was awiting an answer. "That is called snow. It is very cold and wet. It is frozen water drops." He simply said. He was surprised, usually the horses he had met had seen snow numerous times. She was not one of them.
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Post by hawk on Aug 1, 2008 8:57:06 GMT -5
She had seen mountains but only from a distance. "It's beautiful." She wasn't paying attention and stumbled over him. Jerking back she righted herself and gave him a distrustful glare. She'd follow him, but she didn't have to trust the beast. The mare flattened her ears a notch at his smirk and shut up, not speaking any longer. Calli moved back into a quick paced trot. Only then did she realize she had no idea where she was going, what he was going to do to her, and if he had a herd. The equine stopped again. "Where are we going?" she spoke haughtily. He had never told her, and she felt like she was falling into a trap. "Do you even have a herd?" The mare was a total pain when she wanted to be.
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Post by Vel on Aug 3, 2008 10:38:55 GMT -5
He calmly walked along as she still looked at the snow with amazement plastered on her beautiful face. She then said she was from the land of Italy. Lassan half halted as he felt her run into him, he looked back to her and saw her jerk away from him and she gave him a very distasteful glance. He turned his head back to the path ahead. He smiled a bit. Her own fault for running into him and she till gave him a look. He just smiled at that. He did not know any one else that would do that. She was indeed herself if that made sense.
He hlaf halted as she moved past him in a trot. She did not know where she was going, so why did she trot up to the lead? She then stopped and asked where are we going. . He realized that he must not have told her. "We are going to my land, Terra Delle Liberta. Meaning Land of Freedom in Italian, but probably knew that since that is where you're from, no? If you would like to know more about Terra Delle Liberta, feel free to ask me." He moved past her and continued to lead the way. she then asked if he even had a herd, well she sort of snapped it at him. "Yes I do" He replied calmly. "River, Swift, Artava, Shadow, Asianne, and Celtic Rose are the herd members so far." He then led them to a path on the left. they would reach his land in fifteen minutes or so.
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Post by hawk on Aug 3, 2008 17:46:54 GMT -5
The mare snorted as if laughing almost when he told her what his land name meant. As if she couldn't speak italian. She was from a herd out side of Sicily. He was angering her when he didn't respond to her snaps and irritation with him.
ooc: quick post! Got to go. Bye!
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Post by Vel on Aug 3, 2008 19:13:04 GMT -5
He looked back as he heard her almost laugh. It was more of a snort though. He figured she could speak Italian, especialy since she had an Italian accent when she spoke. He was just acustomed to telling the non Italian horses that. He did have one other Italian in his herd. Asianne. She was even a native breed of the country of Italy.
Lassan had an accent that could be found in southern Canada and most of the United States of America. He has no clue to why he has this accent. His mother was from England and his father had an Italian/Irish accent. Maybe he picked it up from his best friend Katie when he was much younger. She was three years older than him, but they were still the best of friends. She had come to the island from the state of Indiana in the USA. They had been together so much that he had just adopted her accent.
He looked to the vixen as they walked. "So since you obviously speak Italian, which do you prefer to speak English or the native langueage of your country?"
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Post by hawk on Aug 4, 2008 14:17:33 GMT -5
She gave another snort as if laughing. Thinking to herself and he thinks he knows me.. "I speak English, German, and Italian." She spoke with confidence and attitude "And a little Dutch." The mare added, more to herself then to him.
ooc: Another short post, I'm REALLY Sorry, but I've got to go again!
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Post by Vel on Aug 4, 2008 18:39:45 GMT -5
"Ah, I see. I too speak a few languages. The only one you have on me is Dutch. Might be interesting to learn though." Lassan had been around so many different horses from all over the world. He sometimes had to learn their language to converse with them. He had never attemped Ducth though. He new English, Spanish, Italian, German, French, and a bit of Swedish. Maybe sometimes if she was not acting like she was now, he could ask her to teach him the Dutch language. He looked ahead and saw that the enterance to his land was just up ahead. "Welcome to Terra Delle Liberta. Or should I say dare il benvenuto alla terra delle Liberta."
ooc// you can post in his land now
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