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Post by LoveSong on Aug 14, 2009 14:02:28 GMT -8
 The mare didn't know why she came here. She just had a senseless urge to come here, a urge to find someone. She couldn't believe she would ever feel this kind of urge. She liked to be alone, she didn't need a stallion in her life, well at least that is how she felt when she was younger. But what about now? She was confused in her thoughts. She didn't know what she wanted, or where she wanted to be, but somehow she came to this land and now she must be just like the others. A lonely, insecure, defenseless, goody goody, mare. Who has nothing else to do in life but sit at the homeless grounds and wait for a stallion But no matter what she will never be like that. To her it is rare to find a pure dark mare like her, her heart was cold and evil. That's why she calls herself Icy, but her real name was Fallen Angel, everyone called her Angel and she hated it. Now anyone who does, will be very sorry. Yes, Icy is a weird name for a purebred friesian. She was pitch black, she had no good in her. She always plays hard to get to the stallions, never once has a stallion won over her heart and that will probably never happen, but now as she gets older that feeling is starting to change and she is wanting to find a stallion more and more.
She shook herself free of her thoughts and back to what was happening right now. She looked up at the sky speckled with white fluffy clouds. The sun was shining brightly, She studied the area around her. The snow was slowly disappearing, and spring grass was arising from their winter sleep, the flowers where starting to bud, taking advantage of the water from the melting snow. The trees where budding as well. Icy took a step into the snow where it wasn't completely melted. The snow made a beautiful complexion to her pitch black coat. She picked at the spring grass that was sprouting up through the snow. A slight breeze picked up over the land. The mare lifted her head into the breeze. Her mane was long and wavy it was glistening in the sunlight. Her long wavy tail was gently blowing in the breeze. Her ears were pointed to the noise of singing birds. This truly was her favorite time of year.
Icy gasped she took in a deep breath and let it out. She was turning into a light! She was a dark she said to herself. She pawed at the ground and pinned her ears at the birds song. It was getting annoying. She reared up and pawed the air with pinned ears. A loud neigh escaped her muzzle telling the birds to SHUT UP! Her front legs landed back on the the ground with a thud. Seconds after her front hooves touched the soft earth they shot right back up into a half rear then gracefully landed back on the ground again for the final time. She then looked all around her. Mares and stallions all love struck. It was starting to sicken her. But it was her time to find a mate. She knew it. It was time for her to move on her free living life and move into a herd. She then neighed loudly and listened to it echo through the land. She called out again. Hoping someone would come soon cause she won't stay here for much longer. She then started to get preoccupied by pawing at the snow and picking at the spring grass.
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Post by Vantha {in college} on Aug 14, 2009 18:06:32 GMT -8
The rose grey brute was roaming aimlessly, or so it seemed. The arabian stud was truly on a mission, but the way he looked he could have been lost. Woe to the one who sought to try and dominate him. Who was he? Some called him a monster. Some called him father. Some called him master. One called him lover. Her particular nickname for him was Vampy. Only that particular mare would he let call him Vampy. His full title was Dark Vampire, Vampire for short though.
The arabian stallion was full of himself, how many arabian studs in their prime aren't, but it didn't show, except in how he carried himself. He was sensible, to a point. He was still semi-young, but one would never guess his age. See, he was eight years old and still a dusky rose grey as if he was only a two or three year old.
The stallion's gait shifted into an elegant trot, tossing his dial high. Talons kicking up some remanants of the snow as he inhaled deeply, searching for the scent of a good mare that would fit into his herd. He himself wasn't entirely picky about his mares, but his land did a good job weeding the weak ones out.
His land had everything. Water year round, food year round, dangerous volcanoes exploding year round. What wasn't to love? Of course none had challenged him for Nonus either....He found it odd, but then it came to him, they were too weak to even think that they could claim Nonus. Not that they could get through him.
His attention drifted when he heard a scream, a mare's scream. He snorted and half-reared as he shifted into a lope. His maw opened and his own blood-curling scream was released as he moved forward on his hinds before landing.
He slowed slightly when he spotted the mare and had come closer to her. His dark cocoa orbs scouring the mare's frame intently. Let her catch his gaze, he didn't care. He wanted good mares for his herd.
He nodded his elegant dial towards her calmly. "Your title? I am Dark Vampire, First and Only Lord of Nonus." He said calmly, still watching her calmly. Come on, amuse him. Or at least make this worth his time.
((Welcome to Fronia, and I'll try to reply as often as I can, which is normally tuesday/thursday and sometimes in the evenings))
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Post by LoveSong on Aug 14, 2009 20:49:36 GMT -8
Icy pawed the ground out of boredom. She looked around. No one. She looked at the birds who never stopped singing she just about growled at them or worse. But she held herself back. She was about to leave when her head shot up. She heard a answering to her call. She searched the area and saw a arab stallion. He looked young, and he was handsome. Okay someone came, unexpected. I guess I will have to see if he is worth it. she thought to herself. She watched him approach, Good movement she then studied him somemore before he came to close to really actually study. Like him, she didn't care if he caught her gaze either. Soon he was in front of her. A good distance stood between them and Icy liked that he didn't get in her space. She hated it when stallions just walked up in front of her just about touching her and dominating her. She stopped thinking and turned her attention toward the stallion in front of her. Stop thinking about the past, and think about what is happening right now! she ordered herself. The other stallion spoke she listened then rolled her eyes when he said First and only Lord of Nonus If he thinks he can impress me one bit like that, then he is so history she thought. She then replied with And I am Fallen Angel preffered as Icy, Queen of the world she sarcastically said to him. She then added "Lord of Nonus eh? So would I need to be calling you 'Oh mighty one?' or 'your greatness?'..... Puh-lease!" she said in a smart alick tone. She then awaited his reaction. Her mind wondered. Others where right she did need attitude adjustments, but hey, she liked her attitude. It is hard to get her to say something good about you out loud. She never really liked stallions, so it was going to take a lot of time to get her to give in.
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Post by Vantha {in college} on Aug 17, 2009 17:56:10 GMT -8
Vampire couldn't help himself when he saw the mare's orbs searching his own frame. Go ahead darling, take a look and don't forget anything. He's one of a kind and so close to perfection that nobody could really compare to him, and if they thought they could, well, they didn't last long.
He shrugged slightly when she mentioned his title. "Vampire will be suitable, and darling I don't think that you would want some upstart little colt without even a land to his name, now would you?" He asked, a smirk curling his upper lip just so that his wolf teeth, those rare teeth that normally only stallions grew, were bared. Vampire was more than just a name.
He eyed her calmly. Come now, don't give him too much attitude or he'll get bored and leave you to rot. He snorted slightly, flicking his banner over his haunches. "If you really are queen of the world, I don't see why you would be here, waiting for any beggar of a stallion to come your way." He said, his smirk flashing briefly again. Oh if he truly tried he could have any mare fawning over him, but he cared little for that, except for where Asra was concered.
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Post by LoveSong on Aug 18, 2009 0:05:04 GMT -8
Your right, I don't, I just leave stallions like that Icy said. She ignored his smirk, and looked out into the distance of rolling hills. She looked like she wasn't hearing a thing that he said, but she was listening intently. She then looked at him and rolled her eyes then said Haven't you ever heard of being sarcastic? she said coldly. If he thinks she will be full entertamient then he was wrong, she was the type of mare with a attitude. Most stallions couldn't take it so they left. whimps she thought. She picked at the grass wondering why mares liked stallions so much, they always thought that they where just the most greatest thing on the planet. She was sick of it.
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Post by Vantha {in college} on Aug 20, 2009 8:53:44 GMT -8
The high-strung stud tossed his dial high, flicking his banner. He liked to be on the move much of the time. He'd been like that even as a foal, ask his mother or twin brother. They would vouch, if they where around anymore. He doubted that Sovereign was still alive. Goldy would be, that bitch didn't know when to give up.
"Darling, I deal with sarcasm every day, it gets rather old." He said eyeing her calmly. Go ahead, throw a hissy fit. Get ticked at him. He could always force claim her. He was no pathetic light or pacifist neutral. He was a bloody dark, in more ways than one.
"I'll make you a deal my friend. You can come and check Nonus out for yourself. If you like it you'll be welcomed, if you wish to leave you will be able to, with no ill will from me." He said calmly, pausing momentarily to eye her through his deep orbs.
Come now, you can't say you don't find him appealing. Even the scars over his dusky rose pelt seemed inticing to some. He was not scared to fight, but if he could get something without fighting he would. He was lazy almost, not scared.
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Post by LoveSong on Aug 24, 2009 21:19:39 GMT -8
Icy felt like rolling her eyes but she didn't. This was really her only chance that she would probably get. I'll go and give it a try she wished she never came here in the first place, her lonelyness mood was beginning to go away. But she knew she would regret it if she would have declined. She knew he would not let her go once she entered his land. It was just not like a stallion to just let them see if they like it. But then she gathered herself prepared to go.
OOC: Sorry for short post! I will make it up in the next one.
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Post by Vantha {in college} on Aug 25, 2009 8:08:33 GMT -8
That's where the mare was wrong. Vampire was true to his word, most of the time. At least when he felt like it he was. It had to suit him to go against it. Remember that his dam had been a neutral, a neutral that had managed to get one of the most cruelest and evil of darks stallions from long ago to fall for her. That had to count for something no? He'd been raised by his dam, simply because his sire would have no truck with the palomino colt and his chestnut twin. Yes, Vampire had been born blood red, but then he'd begun to grey out and now at a whopping eight years, a stallion in his prime, he was the dusky rose when by rights he should be as white as the snow in winter.
He nodded calmly, a slight smirk creasing his maw at her words. "Like I said, if you don't like it or can't handle it you can leave. Many can't handle my land. Only the strongest of horses can even hope to survive." He said, a sadistic little smirk creasing his maw.
If one looked past his volcanoe ridden land they would find a perfect land, never lacking in anything really, and it was warm year round. Nonus was a haven really, just some stallions where cowards and didn't want to mess with the volcanic activity. Cowards, fools, imbeciles!
He snorted loudly, pawing the ground. Oh well, while such fools existed he had the best of lands. And the lands where wonderful when trying to weed out the weaker of stock. He shrugged mentally.
He gave the mare one last long, hard look before whirling around and moving his frame into a ground eating lope. His boa was arched as his tassels flowed elegantly over him. Come now, how in the world could anyone be compared to him save his twin?
((Hehe, you're fine...feel free to start a topic in Nonus if you wish, or you can wait a day or two and I'm going to do a herd topic))
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