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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Nov 6, 2008 8:36:17 GMT -5
[[ From within the breeding grounds, the painted warrior of Lassan's herd moved. Why had she come here? Her visions had increased lately, with the signs of war appearing more. Moving her head slightly, Malifex looked around, her nostrils flared. She would be careful here, Darks were known to force here. Flicking her tail, she continued on her way, her ears drawn back. She had to get back to Lassan's land, and quickly, if she didn't want to be mixed up with some Dark. She wuffled softly, lowering her muzzle to sniff at the grass. Shaking her head, she looked around, her eyes looking around almost frantically. Moving again, Malifex headed in a different direction, hoping to be back in Lassan's land.
[[ooc;]] So, many people don't know this, but she is quite like the one girl in the Scorpian King. (: She has visions, but if she is bred to, she loses that ability. If a Dark stallion wants to force breed her, I don't mind. (: Sure would make a lot more drama within this drama-filled forum. |
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Post by wildbrumby on Nov 6, 2008 9:53:51 GMT -5
He was barely found in Fiana's herd anymore. He was always of by himself now. He had grown a little bored with the herd really. Though he wasn't about to tell his blood coloured mistress that. He had come to this area, to found another mare, but she wasn't here. He hadnt seen her for some time and he had hope she would be here. But no. Instead, the scent of another clung to the wind. Moving silently through the trees, the smokey buckskin closed in on the mare.
She suddenly came into view. A pretty paint. It wasn't until he was closer to her that the young stallion remembered Lassan's scent. It hung under hers like an omen. A warning. Yet for some reason it didn't stop him. Stepping proudly from the trees, with his neck arched and tail held high, Whitefoot gave a nickering greeting to the paint mare. He stood waiting for her answer, standing tall and proud.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Nov 6, 2008 11:05:58 GMT -5
[[ Turning her head, Malifex heard the sound that Whitefoot had made. She stopped moving, and turned to face him squarely. Head was jerked into the air, and nostrils flared. "What do you want," well yes, she was going to be defensive. Eyes narrowed sligthly, as the painted mare stared at the stallion. She didn't care that the jagged scar on the left side of her face was showing. She didn't want to give this stallion the impression she was weak. Flicking her tail behind her, she stomped a forehoof, growing a bit aggitated. [/size] |
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Post by .r e e d. on Nov 6, 2008 17:53:09 GMT -5
Raine I'm Dead Inside, Just Go Away-You've Done Enough[/center][/color][/size] The brindle fae entered the land. She had followed her herdmates scent here. The little vix choked, Mafilex was in the worse place. Giving a dry, wicked calling to her, the petite vixess sped up, tyring to get there in time. Nobody messed with anyone she loved, or cursed 'friend'. She gave another whicker. Finally, she got there. "Mafilex, we have to go, your in a horrible place."[/size] she sang her lyrics hoarsly........[/color] |
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Post by wildbrumby on Nov 7, 2008 7:02:07 GMT -5
The stallion smiled as charmingly as he could. He took a few testing steps towards her. Whitefoot tilted his head slightly to one side and looked at her from this odd angle. "Now, Now my pretty thing, no need for such anger. I mean you no harm. I am simply wondering why you are here?"[/color]. He straightened his head then. Leveling the smokey features. He heard another mare's call and looked about. He frowned sharply, flicked his tail in annoyance before returning soft eyes to the paint mare.
"What is your name? Mine is Whitefoot."[/color] The stallion lifted a leg, which appeared to have been dipped in white.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Nov 8, 2008 23:22:53 GMT -5
malifex •••••••••••••••••••••••• xxx Eyes stared at Raine, then she looked back at Whitefoot. "I would be Malifex, warrior within Lassan's herd. Pleasure to meet you." Her voice was sickly sweet, as if she was being sarcastic about being pleased to meet him. She side-stepped, the paint quite uncomfortable about being here. She was slightly ignoring Raine, not wanting to follow anyone back to Lassan's herd. The painted mare could find it ... eventually.
out of character_.! Ew, that was super short. Please do forgive me. D: |
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Post by Magic on Nov 8, 2008 23:55:48 GMT -5
Somehow Night had gotten himself into the Breeding Grounds. At first, this fact was unnoticed, but then other scents filled his velvet nostrils. Malifex, Raine, and some beast, were close by, speaking to one another. Night flung his head up, and with worry whinnyed loudly.
He started at a gallop, but as he grew closer, slowed to a walk. Why were these two mares wondering alone in the Breeding Grounds? He had caught the few words in which Raine spoke. So, Raine wasn't here for other purposes. That was a good sign. But Malifex. Oh, that worried him. He came to her side, and brushing up against her, he made it clear that he needn't have trouble with his Warrior. "Malifex, I'm slightly surprised with your appearance in these lands." He wouldn't force her back to the herd, but he would make it clear that it wasn't a good place to be. Glaring at the youthful stag nearby, he spoke to Malifex, new worry straining his words. "You musn't scare me like this. Unless you come here for a reason, it is a very unwell place for you to be present." Then, speaking to Raine "Thank you Raine, your caution is nothing short of a gift."
Now, with this oddly marked stud. "Greetings, fellow. I am Night, and belong to Terra Delle Liberta. If you would be so kind as to display your calling, it would be greatly appreciated."
OOC: I've been typing lots, and have not much muse.
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Post by wildbrumby on Nov 9, 2008 0:26:31 GMT -5
Whitefoot's memory of names was a poor one, but he was sure that the name Lassan meant something. Maybe not to him but to his herd. He frowned and tried to remember who Lassan actually was. He was about to ask when another horse appeared. This one a large black stallion. Taller than Whitefoot. No doubt older and stronger as well. Whitefoot took a step back cautiously.
The stallion spoke to Malifex, showing great concern for her. Whitefoot flicked his tail sharply and looked towards Raine. That mare was still silent.
When he heard the stallion's deep voice again, Whitefoot realized he was talking to him. Looking at the dark face, the buckskin suddenly remember who Lassan was. He was the leader of Terra Delle Liberta. The herd Fiana had created an alliance with, and Whitefoot had just tried to.... Shock horror crossed the young stud's face. He suddenly lowered his head.
"Malifex, forgive my ignorance. Had I known whose stallion you were I would not have acted thus. Whitefoot looked up to the paint mare. He was sure if Fiana found out about this she would not be very happy. With what Whitefoot had had in mind, he knew alot of trouble could have come to his herd. In his head, Whitefoot was suddenly wishing the ground would open and eat him.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Nov 9, 2008 10:51:38 GMT -5
malifex •••••••••••••••••••••••• xxx Flicking her ears, Malifex looked at Night as he brushed her side. Thank God he had appeared. The painted mare didn't know what Whitefoot had in mind. Smirking, she nodded at Night. "Sorry for worry you, Night. I had wandered away from Lassan's herd, because the vis - er - feeling around the herd didn't feel right to me. Especially with the war. I needed to clear my head." Okay, so she just lied to the Head Warrior, but he didn't know of her visions, did he? Flicking her tail, head turned back to Whitefoot, who spoke once again. "Oh, it is quite alright, Whitefoot. Anything you have done has not offended me." She paused, and the world seemed to have gone black. Ears flicked back, and her visions returned. Why now, she thought. The images of horses battling, the scent of blood, and the sound of horses screaming and dying came to her. But, before she could do anything else, they all faded, and Malifex's senses were back to normal. Ears flicked forward, wondering what the visions were trying to say. |
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Post by Magic on Nov 9, 2008 18:20:06 GMT -5
The stag took a step back, seeming to caution Night's physical traits. That would have given River a laugh. If you knew Night, he was a big gummy bear. Well, not exactly chewy, but he sure was soft.
The young brute must have realized that there was no possible way for him to do anything undignified to Malifex. Good thing. He apologized, which Night felt was needed. Yet, he still hadn't given his name. Malifex also said her apologies. There was no reason for her to do so, but it helped the starless equine to relax, knowing that she had no bad intentions. Night nodded to his Warrior. Then, he got the patron's name, while the painted vix forgave the one with a spotted rump. Whitefoot.
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Post by .r e e d. on Nov 9, 2008 18:45:07 GMT -5
Raine I'm Dead Inside, Just Go Away-You've Done Enough[/center][/color][/size]
Raine flicked her snowy banner and watched her herdmates leave. Kibi was a year now, and she had gone back into heat. Lassan didn't fit her taste anymore, he didn't actually lover her, she knew. Different herds didn't matter to her. The vix waited till her herd mates left. She snagged a few bits of grass. Just enough of her aroma escaped for him to smell. The vix looked away, hoping he would know and not take it the wrong way. If he did want to, she hoped he knew how to get down and dirty, because that's the way she liked it, and the only way she would mate. Her nares flared, she snorted softly....... |
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Post by Magic on Nov 9, 2008 18:54:11 GMT -5
OOC: Wait.... Is that post for Night, or Whitefoot?
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Post by .r e e d. on Nov 9, 2008 19:03:21 GMT -5
[WhiteFoot. No way she would go for Night. No offense.]
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Post by Magic on Nov 9, 2008 19:09:40 GMT -5
OOC: Oh, okay. And thats fine. Night's into more... Quiet, characters, I guess you could say.
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Post by wildbrumby on Nov 9, 2008 20:08:01 GMT -5
ooc: I dont think they've "left" yet.
Whitefoot was glad he was forgiven. Though he wouldn't admit it, the young stallion was a tad scared of Fiana. She was a rather large and dominant mare after all. Lassan could most likely give him a run for his money too, not to mention this stallion Night.
Whitefoot suddenly noticed Malifex stiffen. She seemed rather out of it. He frowned and glanced to Night for some sort of answer. He was about to question Malifex about it when a certain scent caught his attention. He knew that scent and loved it. He looked over towards Raine. Having not noticed until now that she was in heat. Ears twitched forwards Whitefoot considered the mare. But once again, she was Lassan and he was in no mood for upseting Fiana. She was pregnant and mood swings were a major thing for mares in foal. Whitefoot knew THAT much about foals.
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