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Post by The Grim Reaper on Sept 30, 2009 2:11:08 GMT -5
Zira Defiance Is Her Game[/right][/size][/font][/color] A vixens daggers struck the ground, a rhythm of hoof beats echoing as they struck. They embedded themselves into the soft soil, before retracting into the open sky again, leaving crescent shapes, as she passed.
Her golden bodice, reflected the streams of light, that rained down upon her back. Trees snaked in her path, leaving her to guide herself around them. Her locks of shadow, and darkness, flew behind her, as she rode forwards. Her slender structures flew forwards, as she journeyed towards Delepio Meadow.
Her brain switched on, as her droplets smelt others of her kin. Her lips almost opened to let fourth a scream, to let them know, she had arrived at her destination. Eternal silence followed her in her path to seek one whom she would spend her days, birthing ones foals.
Her structures came to a halt. Her elegant skull and bodice twitching, as she saw them in the meadow. She kept outside of it, surely they would come to her. For her spirit could not be broken, she was proud, defiant, loyal, trustworthy, but she was no ones slave or prisoner. And she knew, it was fact.
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Sept 30, 2009 2:36:49 GMT -5
The stallions hooves let sound a sharp clicking noise as he trotted. He had got into a bad habit of letting his back leg hoof click with his front. He snorted as he trotted through the cold winter morning, his dark orbs searching at all moments. He had scented a mare a while back and did not wish to startle her. Her scent smelt sweet and Surprise drew to a stop as he realised the mare had stopped.
A scream split the air, loud and confident. The meadow opened in front of Surprise as he walked forward, his stride confident. his twin-sets were perks as his midnight maw let forth a scream of his own, stating he had heard her. His dark ebony legs picked into a canter as they carried his across the long grassy meadow.
His dark tresses of night floated like a shadow around him. His dark chocolate colored coat blended well as he follow the mare. His coat was growing longer as the days grew shorter and colder. His hot puffs of air sent clouds into the air as he arched his neck, prancing a bit, strutting to show his muscles quivering beneath his coat.
He snorted again as he was now close to the mare. His ears were pricked as he came closer. The silence hung deadly in the air around them. The air was cold as Surprise surveyed the mare. She was a proud mare, confident. he tossed his head in greeting and extended his muzzle in greeting.
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Sept 30, 2009 2:47:21 GMT -5
Zira Defiance Is Her Game[/right][/size][/font][/color] She immediately, turned her crown towards the stag, her diamonds catching the echo of his hoofbeats, at perhaps the last moment, before he stood before her. Black orbs, noticed he was interested in her, as she turned her jugular groove snaked downwards. Baring her fangs to the brute, her diamonds clapped, as they were lain harshly upon her skull.
She remained wordless, glaring at him, wondering what he wanted, she could move to a gallop at a moments notice, leaving him to stare into the horizon, after her.
Muse : Average, Lower, than first post.
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Sept 30, 2009 2:55:44 GMT -5
Surprise stood rock still as the mare snapped at him, glaring her annoyance. He ignored her behavior. He stepped back, letting the mare have her space. He did not want annoy her, or offend, in any way. He retracted his maw and dipped his skull, showing the mare he respected her space.
"Greetings fae. I am Surprise"
He greeted the mare, his tone calm and kind. He did not react in any way to her annoyance. he flicked his ebony whipcord, waiting for a reaction. This mare was beautiful, her coat shining like gold. He pranced a bit, trying to show of. He desperately wanted this mare
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Sept 30, 2009 3:10:50 GMT -5
She surveyed the stag, her orbs observing his movements. She retracted her fangs, but kept her diamonds pinned to her skull tightly.
"I don't care who you are."
She replied smartly. She wouldn't tell him anything of her, he didn't have any right, as she wasn't his in any way. She glared with her orbs, clearly she was annoyed with him, she always was, and could be a handful, some times she had been close to death with some stags, but she always escaped them.
"What makes you any different from the rest of them?"
She sneered at him, smirking at his appearance. What a show off! She thought deep in her skull, where her storage chip was. His appearance, saved in the chip, his words, she took them in, as if he claimed her, if she ended up an enemy of he, she would use them against him, as she had with the others.
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Sept 30, 2009 3:23:36 GMT -5
The mare was almost rude, obnoxious, but still, Surpeise ignored that. If she did come into his herd, he wouldn't tolerate it. But it was her choice. She was a smart mare who was different from others, not like a puppet. Other mares just went along with it , said yes and had a foal etc. This mare was a handful, having a temper and wanting reasons What makes you any different from the rest of them?.
The stallion looked her in the eye at her question. What made him different? Many stallions roamed these parts, preying on young fillies. The stallion stepped forward, closer but not intimdating or in her space.
"You are a smart mare. You know stallion roam these lands who forcebreed or kill mares. You are intelligent, you should know. I, would never forcebreed a mare. I respect all my mares equally, having a unique friendship with each. They are not my puppets or my toy's. They are living animals. I was raised to have manners and respect mares as equals"
His voice was not cold, but it wasn't exactly welcoming. His eyes were solid black as he stepped back. He eyed the mare and stomped his hoof on the ground. This mare would be a challenge to win over.
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Sept 30, 2009 20:50:44 GMT -5
"Good for you then."
Her facial expression grew to a smirk. She didn't care what he said, she wanted proof, not meaningless promises. It was true, she could be a handful for a stag, that was her personality, nothing could change it.
Her black orbs saw him move forwards towards her once more. Her lips parted and she let fourth a cry, that echoed. It was a warning to him, keep your space.
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Sept 30, 2009 20:58:41 GMT -5
Surprise tossed his brown-hued skull at her cry, his ebony tresses falling over his face.
" What can I say to convince you , fae?"
He asked these words, matching her sarcasm in a way. He stepped back and almost felt like turning around and walking off. He ignored the sensation and ook a deep breath. His parents had taught him to be polite, so if this mare chose to be rude, that was her problem.
" I am sorry if I have said something to offend you. I wish you no harm and only am concerned about you safety"
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Sept 30, 2009 21:17:28 GMT -5
"Why would you be concerned? I am perfectly fine on my own."
Her diamonds levitated from her skull for a second, before returning to their place upon it. Her fangs were gleaming as she opened her lips, revealing them. She wanted to play her game. Who could be the first one, to catch her? Her orbs rotated from side to side, catching sight of the other stags that observed.
"Shall we play, a game?"
She laughed. Turning upon her daggers, she launched into a slow even canter, she turned her head 90 degrees to the left, to see him still standing behind her trail.
The trees as tall as the skies flew past her, as she entered the meadow. Her crescent markings covered by the long shoots, however a opening of her existence was left behind. She let fourth a whinny, as her diamonds lifted. She was enjoying herself.
Her kind personality was showing, as it rarely did. She breathed in through her tear drops, and closed her eyes as she zoned out into her own universe. [/font][/size][/color]
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Sept 30, 2009 22:21:07 GMT -5
Surprise tossed his head as he watched the mare, her fluid movements. Her long dark pillars carried her around the meadow, her listeners perked as she enjoyed the freedom of being...herself. Her skull swiveled to look back at him.
Surprise tossed his chocolate hued skull, prancing a bit before cantering after the mare. He nickered his surprise and enjoyment at the new side of the mare, the side he knew he could bring out more.
He slowly dropped to a trot, before stopping completely. A thin sheet of sweat covered him from the exercise, the winter cold making him shiver as chills swept through him.
"Will you come and join me, fae? I can offer you a favored position in my land."
He asked her finally. Now was her choice, she could stay or come with him. He had given her enough time. He still did not know her name, but he was not about to ask the short-tempered mare.
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Oct 1, 2009 3:06:04 GMT -5
She bobbed her crown, as she slowed as well. Her sweat-covered bodice faced his, she shook it, her locks draping over, sticking slightly.
"I shall come, Surprise. But, let me ask one thing, is your herd full of mares that are sweet and kind?"
She wondered it, maybe she could stir them up, make them show their true coats, that were locked into their hearts. She knew that the stag had thought that she had shown her true spirit, but that wasn't true, she hadn't even begun to lower the walls to her core, inside. She tipped on her daggers, prancing towards him, her head held low, summiting to the stag, it was all an act of course.
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Oct 1, 2009 3:13:18 GMT -5
Surprise studied the mare intently, his mind pricking at answers.
"No. I only have two other mares. Deziya, My lead, will give you a run for your money. As for Grace...Well you'll see. Now fae, May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"
He asked her. It wasn't a question, more of a command. She was now his mare and she would not disobey him. He could be harsh if he wanted. He side-stepped next to her oak-colored hide and gave her a nip in claimence before she could move away.
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Oct 1, 2009 19:56:50 GMT -5
Her diamonds fell back to her skull. She bared her fangs once more. Her orbs glared at the stag. They had shared a moment before, but that had gone in the wind, by his last question.. His command.
"Nobody commands me."
Her lyrics were loud and clear, they ment business. She wouldn't tell him, if he commanded her, he'd have to earn her respect to learn her calling. If he was going to have her in his herd, he'd better be ready that she would be like this, to all of them, maybe he shouldn't try and claim her, maybe he should just go home. She had heard that the mares he already had, were a handful, as she was, but how would they react to her?
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Oct 1, 2009 20:10:01 GMT -5
Surprise matched her stance, his listeners pinned as he looked at her. His voice wasn't threatened just a bit sarcastic. He informed her, hoping she would get the message.
"Maybe not, but you must respect me and my lady to be in my herd."
He said, daring her to react. He would not tolerate fighting or disrespect in his herd. The mare would need to learn that. He stomped his hooves as his orbs changed from solid black back to a liquid black flame. He settled, his twins not perked but relaxed. He looked at the mare, waiting for some kind of answer.
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Oct 1, 2009 20:38:12 GMT -5
"Respect? What is respect, to you?"
Her lyrics were harsh, confident and curious. She actually wanted to know. That way, she could break up the herd faster, and get away, she probably would be bred through the time, she didn't care, at least she had an heir.
She retracted her fangs once more, hiding them behind her lips. Her diamonds pulling into a relaxed state. She snorted, wondering what he would answer to her question. She shook her locks away from her orbs, as they stared at him, and she waited.
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