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Post by WildEquine on Aug 20, 2009 5:40:33 GMT -5
A chestnut stag of absolute power and strength stumbled into the land.
He was here to claim it, as it had been deemed unclaimed.
It was his first time at ruling a land, he didn't know how to do so, or deal with mares.
But that was what life was about, learning.
Solar Eclipse sprung onto his hind legs, front flailing around in the air, he cried out.
"I, Solar Eclipse, Claim this land as my own!" He told the world, there was a new stag in town.
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Post by Aniya on Aug 22, 2009 13:04:27 GMT -5
Standing in the shadows as usual, the form of a friesian mare. Ebon, shimmery as the rain had washed clean all off the summer dust. Duos perked upon her skull as she watched the new stallion, her mate had deserted her as well as the lands that he ruled. So there it seemed as things would change after all. After watching the young stallion claim his land with a piercing call she nickered softly to catch his attention. Stepping from the shadows slowly, letting the light hid her colorless form.
Fit and lean, Trixah was quite a beauty. Though she had her wicked trates that might make her unwanted by some. However here she was, this was her home and she really didn't want to have to be claimed once more. The claiming lands were not a place for her...as the past stallion had learned when Trixah just wandered in and made herself at home. "E'llo Titan." |
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Post by WildEquine on Aug 23, 2009 3:34:34 GMT -5
"Hello, fae. My name is Solar Eclipse, what's yours?" He greeted her friendily.
His tail flicked from side to side, auds pointed.
He was the type of stag, that could become any mares best friend, if they'd allow him into their lives, he was the kind, quiet, friendly type, that some mares wished for.
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Post by Aniya on Aug 31, 2009 0:15:09 GMT -5
Standing still as dark visionaries kept watch of the brute, twin sets flicked slightly as he spoke to her. Letting her mouth gape open for only a second as she nodded her head to him in greeting. The long months of loneliness had caused Trixah to soften a bit, though not as young as she once was this was her home and she wished to remain within it's boundaries.
"Greetings Solar Eclipse, I am Trixah...once lead mare of this land. Though now I am a lone wanderer, seemingly tresspassing upon your new home...should I leave?"
Her voice soft, with a slight seductive edge to it as was always present in her lyrics. Dark orbs danced over the stallion's musculed frame before returning to catch his view. Flicking her thick ebon plume before shifting her weight upon her feathered pillars. Friesian blood pumped through her views...the purest of which caused her to be absolutely beautiful. Muscular yet delicate, curvy though strong...Trixah was a beautiful mare yet there was so much more to her than her looks...which she didn't have much use for. Beauty was only pelt deep after all.
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Post by WildEquine on Aug 31, 2009 6:50:01 GMT -5
"Ahh... Trixah, stay if you wish, or leave if you wish. It's a free country for faes and their young in this land of mine." He told her.
He scratched his leg, not to worried about her, if she stayed or went, it was her desicion.
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Post by Silver Arrow's {Angel} on Aug 31, 2009 17:36:48 GMT -5
 Dove had been forcefully dragged from Disaster's land by him and his allies. She wasn't wanted there for classified reasons. She stepped lightly into this large land. It was full of beauty and wonderlandness. She liked it. She saw a handsome stallion and trotted to him with grace and beauty. Hello there young brute. My name is Dove. May I learn yours? she asked. She shook her coat to rid of the hoarding flies around her pelt. They wouldn't leave her alone, she seemed to be a magnet to them. She kept herself fairly clean and healthy, so she didn't get why they were so drawn to her. But of course, she was beautiful, could you blame them? Not really. She kept having to shake her coat time from time, awaiting his response. She finally bolted away and slammed her white pelt into a nearby lake. She came out dripping wet, but the flies no longer seemed to be so fond of her. It worked. She shook her marble coat and walked back to the brute. Sorry, the flies will not let me be. she explained. |
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Post by Aniya on Aug 31, 2009 17:40:17 GMT -5
Trixah stood back, this land held nothing for her anymore...her son as well as her lover had disappeared so disappearing herself with little notice from any. The friesian mare had slipped across the border and was gone.
[ooc: I know it's short just leaving out of here...I wanna see where and what she will do.  ] |
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Post by WildEquine on Sept 4, 2009 17:40:36 GMT -5
"Good bye." He called after her, as she left.
He then walked around, he was bored.
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