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Post by C.erise on Aug 12, 2008 19:49:57 GMT -5
The earth seemed to shake as the wild stallion galloped over the cracked terra. Muscles rippled beneath the flaxen coat as he stretched his limbs out in front of him. The sun beat down on his thick bodice, making the sweat glisten on his back. His banner and tassel blew as he ran, rising and falling with every couple beats of his gallop. He came to a quick halt and lifted his sharp daggers into the air, rearing to the sky above. He snorted and let out a long neigh for any listening vixens to hear. He called for any mare who wished to be claimed by the new herd leader of the snowcapped mountains.
He landed hard onto the dry ground where the cracks seemed to split even more with his forceful landing. His chocolate brown orbs scanned the desert-like grounds, searching for a mare, or any form of life other than the few shrubs that had managed to survive without rainwater.
Nevar wanted a mare who could handle a herd, and a mare who wouldn't be afraid to tell others to back off. And yet, he wasn't searching for a mare who was dark and rude. He wanted a vixen who was kind but knew when she needed to be harsh. He was picky but willing to wait for the perfect mare. |
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Post by niner on Aug 12, 2008 21:02:13 GMT -5
A frightened scurry forwards was given as the sound of a large equine thundering forwards a bit away from where she stood rang to alerted auds. Nares flared cautiously, picking out the scent to be that of an unfamiliar stag. Cautious and light steps were taken forwards, yet she had more alteror motives than you would expect..
A gentle whicker was given in return to the call which he produced, only to tell him of her presence near by. Soft brown orbs scanned the lands, smoothe gait carrying her forwards at a fluid walk, ground being covered at a normal rate; not too fast nor to un-eager.
Whipcord of light beige hue whipped at well muscled haunches, removing her hide of the pesky flies which were contantly pestering her by tickling sensitive skin with there small legs and steps. At last, the sight of the stag whom had caught her attention came to view, though he may not have been able to see her. As teps came to a halt, a hind flint would strike out every now and then once again at the nuisances known as flies, though most attention was drifting towards the larger equine whom stood high above her.
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Post by C.erise on Aug 12, 2008 21:11:34 GMT -5
The stag pricked his auds instinctively at the sound of another equine. He twirled around and faced the mare who had walked onto the lands. With a strong presence, he walked toward the mare. He was forward but still, at the same time, kind and gentle.
The flaxen stag's orbs scanned the mare before him. He looked over her, keeping his dial raised high as he went, staying attentive. He was kind, yes, but he also had a presence that needed to be maintained. He was not accepting until he understood the equine he was with. His daggers hit the cracked earth and seemed to echo across the lands with each heavy step. He shook his dial to rid the corners of his orbs of the bothersome flies. His banner whipped across his neck as he did so, ridding of the flies on his nape as well. He let out a very soft, gentle nicker from his lips to the mare. |
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Post by niner on Aug 12, 2008 21:20:37 GMT -5
The cautiousness Gianni had had abuot her faded almost instantaneuously as the brute approached. His nature was almost identical to hers; truly kind and sweet, though always giving off the impression of something much more. It was the best way to survive, most of the time.
Optics carefully watched as the male approached her, backing up a few steps as if still not overly accepting of his presence. She had not expected to run across him, no, yet he was not to be excluded; he had been here first, had he not?
Soft smile spread across velvetine kissers as the brute emitted a gentle and soft whinny to her, returning it with one of her own. Hello there..I am Gianni..new to these lands, still. she spoke with a shrug. Obviously he knew that, but still, she said it just the same. Own whipcord flicked back and forth at her sides, hooves stomping the ground occasionally as flies would land upon evenly proportioned legs which held almost the same coloring as the stags' before her.
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Post by C.erise on Aug 12, 2008 21:33:58 GMT -5
The brute halted before the vixen and stepped forward as she stepped back. He knew she was only being cautious, but he was only being unreserved. This cautiousness, he knew, was always a good trait in an alpha mare.
He did not smile but returned the vixen's own with a softer expression, a kindness glinting in his chocolate orbs. Nevar, he spoke his name in return. Nice to meet you, Gianna. Actually, I'm new to these lands as well. I have only just claimed a homeland. This time, he smiled at the mare. It was slight but noticeable. His orbs danced across the vixen's figure, outlining every curve of her enchanting figure. |
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Post by niner on Aug 12, 2008 21:40:57 GMT -5
Good to know I'm not the only new one.. she said, lifting her flaxen pelted tiarra from the ground and neatly swallowing the remainder of the grass whch had been placed inside of her maw. She was semi startled to see he had stepped forward closer as she had stepped back, but this re-action was not given off towards him. His persistence gave her a sense of..security, she assumed?
His words had confirmed her belief of his being the lead stud in these parts; he had shown all the correct traits, so that was not much of a surprise to her. After gathering up a morsel of courgae, steps were taken towards the brute instead of him coming closer to her. Snout extended to touch the tip of his, but only for a second or so before pulling back. I shouldn't have touched him..not yet.. she scolded herself silently before stepping back one step or so. A sheepish smile was aimed in his direction, not minding as she noted his eyes wandering over her bodice, as hers were scanning over his just the same.
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Post by C.erise on Aug 12, 2008 21:53:07 GMT -5
He nodded in return, watching her finish off the remaining greenery in her maw. His heartbeat seemed to quicken as the mare suddenly stepped forward. He felt, for some reason, excitement from the mare's sudden confidence. As her muzzle met his, he felt his dial jerk upwards, as if a spark had been sent from the mare though to him. But from the sheepish smile, he felt his lips curve into an uncontrollable grin. He stepped forward, feeling a sense of sudden confidence and touched his muzzle against the mares, opening his nares wide so as to take in her sweet smell. His velvet muzzle gently caressed the mares in a fashion that wasn't rude or brash, just kind and somewhat enticing. |
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Post by niner on Aug 12, 2008 21:59:41 GMT -5
Blood seemed to warm inside of her as it flowed through smoothely flowing veins at the touch Nevar had returned to her. She had expected..to be honest, she didn't know what she had expected really. But not a return. Gianni had never met a stag like this, whom actually took the time to spend time with the mares that inhabited his lands rather than treating them as objects he..owned.
Nicker was given as his muzzle nuzzled her, retunging the nuzzle before stepping closer to groom the side of his neck and shoulder, teeth working softly yet efficiently to remove dirt and other grime that may have been picked up in his most recent travels.
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Post by niner on Aug 12, 2008 22:03:11 GMT -5
Blood seemed to warm inside of her as it flowed through smoothely flowing veins at the touch Nevar had returned to her. She had expected..to be honest, she didn't know what she had expected really. But not a return. Gianni had never met a stag like this, whom actually took the time to spend time with the mares that inhabited his lands rather than treating them as objects he..owned.
Nicker was given as his muzzle nuzzled her, retunging the nuzzle before stepping closer to groom the side of his neck and shoulder, teeth working softly yet efficiently to remove dirt and other grime that may have been picked up in his most recent travels.
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Post by C.erise on Aug 12, 2008 22:12:13 GMT -5
Nevar knew he wasn't like other stag's; in fact, he knew other stags probably looked down upon him for treating mares this way. But he would never change his ways, and they were the only way he knew to behave around mares. His mother had taught him to be kind, to behave, and so it had stuck with him.
The brute was surprised when the mare nuzzled him back. He had expected her to be shy, to turn away. But as she groomed his neck, he felt a sense of caring and kindness coming from the mare. He leaned into her as her teeth cleaned his dirty pelt. He returned the favor, nuzzling her neck then moving to groom her as well. His touch was a little more forceful, but he did it only to make the mare feel a sense of security. He dug his teeth into her coat, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to clean the dried mud out of her coat with ease. |
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Post by niner on Aug 12, 2008 22:22:06 GMT -5
Previously tense muscles loosened after the initial feeling of his nuzzle, then teeth biting and rubbing at her pelt in the traditional way of grooming. His technique was firmer than hers, yes. But, it seemed he was already figuring her out; the firmer and more authority, the better when it came to Gianni. As the mare worked her way down his long bod, sure not to miss a spot on his now cleaned pelt, she allowed her wait to rest upon him gently, inferior to that of his own stature. Though she was not short, her frame had been structured delicately, most likely from the Thoroughbred blood she had in her. Cranium rubbed the side of the stallion's ribcage before resting itself over the top of his back.
Most unusual, yes, but Gianni was still new to this..and it was her way, whether he was to accept it or prefer another was his choice.
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Post by C.erise on Aug 12, 2008 22:31:13 GMT -5
The stag felt the vixen lay her dial upon him. He had never had much experience with mares before, but knew to treat them with respect after what his mother had taught him. As the mare rested her dial atop his back, he continued to nuzzle her, his muzzle wandering down her neck, to her ribs. He pushed his velvetine muzzle forcefully against her bodice, rubbing it across her ribcage with force and kindness. |
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Post by niner on Aug 12, 2008 22:36:03 GMT -5
Nares expanded and contracted with slow and steady breaths as scullery laid across the brutes broad back, slightly ignoring the various nudges he gave to her, not minding yet not enjoying them just the same.
Slowly, skull lifted from his back and steps were taken in a semi circle around him to standy by his side, hind hoof resting on its tip in a relaxed fashion; not lazy. Bodice edged closer to his, allowing them to make contact in the way she liked.
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Post by C.erise on Aug 12, 2008 22:54:08 GMT -5
Nevar flared his nostrils, opening them wide to take in the mare's smell. The sweetness of it drifted to his nares as the mare circled him. Feeling the mare's warm bodice against his, he pressed his own weight into her and put his neck over the vixen's. He pulled his neck inward, almost like a human hug, holding her neck gently. |
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Post by niner on Aug 13, 2008 10:25:54 GMT -5
-new day-
Optics opened in the early morning sun, Gianni finding herself curled on the ground which was now wet with morning dew. With small hesitation, forelegs unfolded and bodice was pushed up wards from the grass below with mere ease. Palomino colored body shook itself free of all dust and excess grass that still clung to her coat from the last night.
Nares exhaled a small snort, honey colored orbs beginning to search the lands for the one called Nevar. Has he left? she wondered. She didn't remember much past the 'hug' he had placed over her neck, and so, could not answer this for herself.
High pitched, unique whinny would be easily heard for miles on end as it erupted from within the petite mare, calling in specific for Nevar, yet willing to accept any other return call that may ring to ever alert ears.[glow=red,2,300][/glow][glow=red,2,300][/glow]
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Post by C.erise on Aug 14, 2008 20:51:54 GMT -5
From far off, Nevar heard the vixen's cry. Awoken from his sleep, he shook his bodice free of dust that had settled on his muscled body while he slept. He started at a steady canter toward the sound of her voice and picked up his pace as he began to awaken. Lowering his dial and neck, he picked up his quick pace, daggers pounding upon the cracked earth.
Nevar finally saw the mare and came to a halt in front of her, blowing quick breaths out his nares. Small patches of sweat were appearing under his flaxen coat from running under the hot, full sun. He smiled at the vixen through his heavy breathing. Morning, miss Gianni, he said kindly to the mare. |
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Post by niner on Aug 14, 2008 21:10:12 GMT -5
G'morning to you as well, Mr.Nevar[/i][/b] she said to the stag with a teasing tone to her voice. Now that she felt comfortable around the brute, her true personality would begin to shine through what he thought was her kind and gentle persona.
No, she was not always like that. She did have a devious streak to her, certain times when she was in a prissy mood. High pitched squeal was given after snout had reached out to muzzle the side of Nevar's face, nares flaring in welcome before squirting forwards at a small gallop, kicking ou twith her hind end though making sure to steer clear of the stag with her hind legs.
Honey colored occuli had a wild type gaze to them, almost daring the ground to shake beneath her feet, for the entire world to threaten to down her mood; all attempts would be fetal, she would eb sure of that.
Flaxen colored tail was held in a flag like position, coming to a 'screeching' halt as dirt flew up from underneath her hooves. Nares flared before gait shifted once again, this time to the highstepping trot Gianni was known for, optics scanning the ground, searching for a fun time, for thrill, even if nothing may be offered.
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Post by C.erise on Aug 14, 2008 21:25:21 GMT -5
Surprised by her wild spirit, Nevar smirked. He threw his dial wildly into the air, shaking his blond banner. He stomped his daggers playfully upon the ground, then the wild stag took off.
Nevar raced after Gianni, excited by her wild side that he had not seen yesterday. His long limbs carried him fluently across the grounds, catching up to the mare quickly. He lowered his dial so that his muzzle nearly skimmed the ground as he galloped with a fast pace to the vixen.
As he reached her, he came to a skidding stop and reared up, kicking his front daggers wildly above him. He let out a shrill neigh from the enjoyment of just galloping. He came down upon the earth hard, shaking the land and watched Gianni trotting with such elegance. He trotted up beside her, kicking out his hind legs wildly. I didn't know you were so feisty, he said with a smirk to the vixen. |
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Post by niner on Aug 14, 2008 22:20:10 GMT -5
You don't know a lot, Nevar.. she said with a devilish wink as the plamino stud came back to the ground after his litte 'display' of standing up on his hind legs nd thrashing fore-hooves about in the air.
Smile spread across facade as the brute trotted to her side, stopping her own trot rhythm to a halt, planning out what he next mvoe could be, but only came up with one rather than the many she had hoped for.
Maw stretched out and kissers spread, teeth baring to place a firm nip upon the stag's shoulder before galloping off, though not as in to race; only as to show off her playful attitude more than she had before. Long stride shortend and became bouncy, stride going more up and down than forwards by the end before she stopped, spinning around on hind legs to watch whether Nevar would follow or not.
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Post by C.erise on Aug 14, 2008 22:31:42 GMT -5
Nevar sidestepped from her nip and galloped off quickly after her. He came up beside her and halted quickly, kicked up the dust from the earth beneath him. Oh really, mare? And what don't I know? He smirked back at her, a wild grin upon his kissers.
The stag nipped her back on her neck then galloped quickly away from the mare, kicking the dust from the ground at her as he went. He smiled playfully, throwing his dial as he went. He looked back at the vix as he went, keeping a quick gait as he went. |
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Post by niner on Aug 14, 2008 22:36:42 GMT -5
For me to know, stag, and for you to find out she chuckled. Yes, she was purposely leaving him hanging, keeping him on edge at evry moment possible. But that was Gianni; not the quiet, timid mare he had met last night, that was for sure. That ort of emotion only came up when the moment was right, but this moment was not one of those.
Strides were taken to catch up to the stag, faster than he would have expected, circling in front of him in order to slow his pace before spinning around on her haunches and heading the opposite direction, tossing her crania up high in the air, hoovs pounding the ground as a cloud of dust foremed around her slow traveling bodice until flints had carried her to the watering whole.
Quick survey of the land around her was given before maw dipped into the cold, crystal like liquid, gulps taken eagerly until at last her thirst was quenched.
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Post by C.erise on Aug 14, 2008 22:48:31 GMT -5
The stag halted, contemplating her words. His face twisted into a confused expression as he stood, but he quickly picked up his gallop again. As the mare twisted around to the other direction, he did the same, daggers sliding across the earth as he did so. He picked up his pace to follow behind the mare.
As he galloped, he saw Gianni stop to drink. With a playful smile on his kissers, he galloped at full speed past the mare and into the watering hole. Water splashed about him, flying in all directions as he galloped into the cool, refreshing liquid. He swam when he could not reach the floor of the watering hole any longer and kicked his legs to stay afloat. He swam back to the mare and dipped his maw into the water, taking a sip, then tossed his dial quickly in the direction of the vixen, splashing the water onto her. |
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