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Post by Vantha {in college} on Oct 28, 2009 16:06:42 GMT -8
A lithe cremello minx walked along calmly. Her white pelt shone beautifully in the fall sun. She was exactly what her name meant. Anjum, star. She was like a shining beacon in the gold and reds of the trees and leaves. Her gaze hardened as she looked upon the golds and reds. Too much like the only stallion she had loved and her son.
Oh yes, the mustang may have looked young, but the she-devil was nearing her thirteenth year. Most of those years had been spent ruling her own herd. So why was she here? Why the homeless grounds? Was she giving up her rights to rule? Not quite, but she needed a herd so perhaps she was merely starting over. Not good to barge around acting like she owned the place, even though she did. No, that wouldn't do. She was a wise mare, very wise at times.
She slowed to a halt, flicking her creamy banner over her hocks. To an untrained eye the mare would look like a plain cremello, in reality she was a cremello sabino. The only evidence was that she had beautiful blue eyes that were always coated in ice, except when she was gazing upon something especially dear to her, and the fact that all four of her hooves where a peach color.
The mare stood calmly, a true gem amongst the other creatures in the lands. Pure white, a true white, and the darkest of hearts. She was a dangerous being, so dangerous. So beautiful, such an elegant mustang.
She tossed her dial high, causing her mane to crest like a wild wave as she reared high, forelegs tucked in neatly to her chest. Her maw opened and an unearthly scream was released as she landed. The sound carried over as a lingering whinny as her nares flares widely. The bright azure orbs flicking around the lands. Waiting and watching. Waiting and watching. Who would come and think that they could tame her? Who knew, she didn't know so far. She flicked her banner gently. Let the scent of a mare in heat draw the beasts in, her scream would only draw the dark b*stards she wanted.
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Post by sonjanine on Nov 2, 2009 9:39:34 GMT -8
[/url] Goliath listened from his own claimed lands and heard the sound of a mare calling. It was not just a call but of one he liked. The friesian stallion set from his claimed lands to were the homeless once where. His large strong hooves and his mighty body raced towards were the mare was and then she was in his sight. The cremello mare seemed to be what he normally would ask for and he could smell something he loved even more. The mare was in heat and if he played it right he would father a foal and start his herd. She would join him that he already knew but how that was up to her. Goliath made his way to her and reared up in front of her. "I am Goliath , king of Alinan and you i claim you as mine and to be the first mother of my foals"he said. Goliath did not like sweet talking, he was not a sweet talking guy. he was strong and protective and dominant and he would take what he wanted. No was not a word he liked. Goliath - sonjanine |
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Post by Vantha {in college} on Nov 3, 2009 13:07:24 GMT -8
The cremello eyed the approaching stallion coldly. Harks lashed against her skull and her ivories where bared when he reared in front of her and said that he was claiming her. Oh darling, she never goes that easily. Her harks where held against her skull so tightly that her creamy mane hid them and her ice blue orbs flashed with a dangerous fire as her banner lashed over her haunches, creating welts that trickled a small amount of blood.
She snorted loudly, drawing herself up to her full-height as she gave him a glare that many a stallion had quailed under. "I will only go with you if I will get the title of lead mare. I refuse to become a mere brood-mare and I will warn you brute I know how the inner workings of herds work and I can bring you down if my own demands aren't met. I refuse to bear a child this close to winter, unless you would like the foal to perish." Her lyrics where low and dangerous, a sultry hiss as she eased her frame into a slow walk around his frame.
She eyed his frame coldly, looking him over for flaws. She did not find any with his body, but his mind was another thing. She was no mere mare with no common sense to be ordered around. She did not take kindly to the fools that sought to control her.
"My name is Anjum." She said in the same tone as stopped, her side facing the black thoroughbred. "I highly suggest you change your tactics. I am no normal mare, I've led my own herd for longer than you've been alive, I've loved a stallion more magnificent than you could ever hope to attain, and I've borne a colt mightier than you." She said, her tone taking on an even more dangerous tone as she eyed him harshly. No mere mare indeed.
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Post by sonjanine on Nov 7, 2009 6:54:58 GMT -8
Goliath looked at the cremello mare. He liked them with some attitude that ment they would be able to stand up for themselves and they knew what they wanted. So she wanted the title of leading mare. Goliath started to slowly walk around her. So she had loved a mare more maginificant then he was. Besides his father Goliath could not think about a stallion who would even come close. As she talked about the fact that she would not carry a foal this close to winter he looked at her but said nothing. She would give birth to his foal eleven months from now and indeed she had a point it would be to close to winter. Darn he liked to have a foal with this mare. She had the attitude he needed for his herd and she had the will he wanted but he would not take it so easily. As she said she had given birth to a colt mightier then him he shook his head. " You know Anjum, you say these things without knowing me. How do you know what i can and what i am.? " he asked her. His ears were against his head and his body was tense. He looked at her. " you will be the first mare in my herd and besides the mare that will be mine, you will have the highest ranking because of that" he told her. Her rejection he did not take. He had said and so it would be. |
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Post by Vantha {in college} on Nov 10, 2009 14:14:24 GMT -8
A dry chuckle emanated from the cremello's maw when he mentioned how she knew her lover and son where better than him. "Darling, I've seen stallions like you before and I know what you're like. Power-hungry brutes that only want lands, mares, foals, and power. You want every horse to do your every whim without a disagreement. And darling, I'm not the kind of fool to follow another like that. If you haven't noticed." She said, a smirk creasing her maw.
She noted his stance but it phased her little. Come now, try something a little more original than I'm the big bad stallion and you're a lowly mare so obey me wench, routine. A winter breeze blew over the light colored vixen's pelt. She snorted softly. Seems she may have no choice about where she wintered this year. She did not yet know the lands well enough to find a good wintering place.
She snorted loudly at his next set of words. She would be his first mare? And because of that she would get the title she wanted? Go ahead and play it into your own words buddy, she knew what was really going on. Make the old mare happy, and then she'll be malleable to everything. Not quite.
Was she purposely trying to irk the stallion? Why, yes of course. She was testing him, seeing where his limits where. "Fine stallion you're making yourself to be. You expect me to go to someplace I don't even know the name of with a stallion that I only know his name? You're a young idiot." She said sharply, almost as if she was mothering the stag.
She whirled on her hinds and moved off at a floating trot, flicking her banner high like an arabian might. She was in no danger, it was winter now, or at least the very beginning of winter so she couldn't bear a foal this year, until spring.
Had she managed to tick him off? She hoped so. Let him try to force her into something, he'd find out why no mustang should ever be underestimated, the hard way....
((Sorry about her...she's kind of a pain at times v.v)).Pr
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