A stud for me?

[sassyj]

Gracie wandered this unwelcoming lands. She didn't like it here compared to the Emerald Waters but she would never find a stallion there, she might find one here. But she never knew what would happen. She hoped a stallion would come along and sweep her off her hoofs. She let out a long an high pitched call saying. Hello?! Anyone there? She waited patiently for a reply.

[h a l e y]

Cold orbs scanned the ground. Broken, shattered. Like his soul. So much had happened to him in such little time. Loosing everyone was not a fun thing. The large golden brute nearly floated across the land. His strides were far and barely touched the ground. He was strong, made him graceful. His dark tassels followed behind him as he advanced onward. He slowed to a walk, his poll lowering. Surely hell wasn't this bad, eh? His auds struck back, glued to his skull.

The brute snorted, shaking his crown. His bi-colored orbs glanced at every movement. Birds, bees, squirrels, butterflies, fox, equine. He stopped, his nape lifting upward, his ears flicked forward. What was this, a vixen? All alone? His nares flared, taking in every scent. Indeed, she was alone. Awkward. He lowered his head again, ears flat. He flicked his banner, staring straight ahead. At the fea.

She really did stand out. The dove had a dark, ebony pelt. Like Anthony's tassels. His pools looked over her large bod. Draft blood, like himself. He snorted in disgust, she was much taller then him! Anthony closed his orbs, slightly turning his head, a crooked smile pierced his maw. How could he be shorter than some mare?! He's always been taller than.. He stopped his thoughts short.

A small tear escaped his sapphire orb, running down his cheek and onto the dried soil. Ambrosia. His eyes tightened, his auds glued to his skull once again. I miss you love.. He watched her gallop around his his head. So beautiful, graceful, sexy. As she was always. He never wanted her to go, he'd love to just die right now with her there. But it was only his thoughts. All fake. She was never going to come back. And it was his fault. Just like what happened to Ezera. His. Fault.

He growled, his orbs still tightly closed. Everything was his fault. But why? What was wrong with him? What had he done? What had he not done? Anthony swallowed hard, he allowed his legs to collapse under him. He fell to the dirt, a small cloud fleeing from his impact. He lowered his head, his orbs staring into nothing. Tears slowly falling. Silently crying.

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muse pretty damn good ;D
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[sassyj]

Gracie gasped as she saw the hott stallion. Gracie watched him stare at her. She stared at him back the sun hit his face she thought she saw a tear but she didn't care. She saw him fall to the ground. She gasped and ran to the stallion. Oh my gosh! Are you ok?

[DingoMutt]

Do you want to know.
Why I'm here.
Of course.
But I surely won't tell.

The mare cantered forth, a quick and jutting motion that was utterly unnatural. Why, could this mare have such an unnatural grace? It wasn't natural, a trained stride which man had taught her. She had failed, so many times, tryed, so very hard, to get it right. And she finally had. She competed, a petite dressage mare with no other purpose.

But now, she was wild. No bit restricted her movements, no bridle held her head, no saddle atop her shoulders. A deep fire burned within her belly, a tremor of pain shook through her body. The mare skidded to a halt, a cattle slide in which her entire weight fell upon her hind legs and she screeched to a stop. Her amber orbs slammed shut as she waited for the pain to subside, this damn babe that grew within her. His sire... such a vile thing.

A wistful smile danced across her maw as she set forward once more, her movements easy and homely. A simple and easy gait to get her from her from here to there. No one to impress. Or... was there? She couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt when she thought such rude thoughts towards Anthony, but it was quickly replaced with the memories of his desertion.

"Why, oh why, you stupid bastard, did you leave me, for her."

Her tone was laced with agony. Mental and physical feelings which ran together and made her blood run hot. Anger. Frustration. Sadness. Anger. How she wanted, so desperately, to make him pay!

But today, was not the day. Or, was it? The femme raised her maw as she continued forward, scenting the wind with her black muzzle. His scent was entwined with that of a mare. Ha, so, he had found himself another so quickly? It hadn't been long ago she had left, a few moons to be more precise, but her frame had barely begun to thicken with child. Her scent was still her own, she stank of nothing else. But... Ambrosia. Her sire, her dam, the perfect blend of the two parents to create... her.

A soft nicker escaped her throat, the sheer memory of her parents made her utterly euphoric. And this, was terrible. This carefully practiced mask would fade, and a moody mare would emerge. She had allowed one other to see her this way. Anthony.

Spotting two figures upon the horizon, one upon the ground, the other towering above the other. She lurched forward at a gallop, letting out a loud and violent scream to announce her arrival. She closed the mile gap rather quickly, her mustang blood burning as the desire to run and a bloody confrontation seemed eminent. She would kill this mare, watch her blood be drank by the thirsty soil. Damn, she really did have problems.

A sneer danced across the dun's maw as she slowed, still moving closer with her teasing amber gaze locked upon Anthony's fallen form.

"Ello, love."

[h a l e y]

It was torture, hell. He didn't notice the fea above him. He didn't care. What caught his eye was her. His auds flung forward, orbs wide with shock. Why was she hear? Her voice! It stung him, his head spun. The brute shook his crown, raising to his legs. Amb, what are you doing here? Why are you here? He flicked his auds back, his poll extending out. How badly he wanted to touch her. Feel that she was really there. Of course she wasn't. But how did that explain her sweet scent? Her beautiful song?

He glanced at the fea behind him. Who was she? He completely forgot about her. How rude of him. Anthony side stepped, leaning into a bow. His thick mane fell over his crown, covering him. He slipped back to his normal posture, staring at Amber. She was there wasn't she? His heart beat faster. I missed you love! How badly he wanted to say that, but she'd kill him. She'd probably kill him anyways. It was all his fault she left. Every last bit of it.

[sassyj]

Gracie stared at the two. The mare was wide with foal, she had guessed that Anthony was the father or she wouldn't be here. Gracie felt not important, like an outsider again. Well there was no use staying if she wasn't wanted, again. Um, if you two want some privacy I can leave and find another horse.