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[Vantha {in college}]

Bright white form made it's way at a jog along. Ivory banner whisked over her hocks as the thick pillars propelled her along.
The mare herself was a perfectly put together irish draught mare. Heavy enough that she almost looked imposing but still slim and agile that she could confound anyone. Her breed where known as sport-horses so they had to be agile.
This particular mare's name was Weeping Willow. Her dam had been a plant lover. She went by the name Willow, and just remember that willow branches sting when they hit, so she didn't mind much.
The mare's jog soon slowed to a walk then a halt. This was the land she was looking for. She really didn't know much about the stallion that had claimed her other than he was a friesian named Pordor. Would he be able to handle her? As long as she was treated properly she probably wouldn't be a handle. Probably was the key word though.
She released a low neigh, almost a summoning for the black stallion. Why did she assume he was black? Well, the bay friesians where extremely rare after all.

[THC]

The large stallion snorted and swished his tail as he grazed quietly by himself. Not much had been seen from his herd and he wondered if he'd ever gain them back. Even if he didn't, he'd be just fine. He had no problem being a lone. A lot less chaos anyways. He lifted his head a bit from the sweet grass that grew within his land. His ebon auds swiveled as his brown eyes glanced around for any equine life form than besides his own. None. Pordor sighed and lowered his neck back down the grass, taking yet another large chunk. Even though his herd seemed to be dwiddling off somewhere else, he had claimed a couple more mares anyways. So he knew it wouldn't be quiet for much longer.

He swished his thick ebon tail once more, thoughts racing around his head. Even though he was getting older everyday, he still held the amazing elegance of the Friesian breed. Even though he had battle scars along his body, it didn't stop the good looks from showing. His son and heir, Phocas, had of course inherited the good looks. He hadn't seen his son in quite a while and had wondered just how big the colt had gotten. Then there was his daughter, Ara, who was his first born foal. She now was of the age of three and on her own. So many great memories.

In the midst of his thoughts and memories, he heard a call given off not far from where he was from. He knew it must of been one of the new mares he'd claimed seeing as how his herd was kind of dwiddling on the verge of extinction. He took a couple more large bites of the grass and then set off at a steady trot towards the call. He swallowed what was in his mouth and moved into a canter, lifting his head and arching his neck. Pordor was always one for making a lasting impression. As he came over a small hill, he spotted the grey femme. His brown eyes lit with life once again as he descended down the small hill, giving out his clarion call to her. As he neared the mare, he knew exactly who it was. It was the Irish Draught mare, Weeping Willow. Finally, another draft in the herd.

He slid to a halt in front of the mare, dipping his head respectively to the mare. Hello Weeping Willow. Glad to see you found your way. He looked over the mare, making sure nothing had gotten her on the way to Kolia. His gaze made his way back to hers once he saw that there were no marks on her. His ebon body relaxed itself as he grew comfortable around the mare. He swished his tail, trying to rid of the pests that bit at his ankles, having an urge to curse under his breath, but he restrained himself. The Friesian stallion waited quietly as he waited for Willow's response. It certainly is nice to have another presence here in Kolia. It was getting too quiet.

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[Vantha {in college}]

Willow shifted almost impatiently while waiting for the stallion to show himself. She snorted gently shaking her thick head. Thick in more than one way. She was extremely stubborn, when she wanted to be at least.
One hind stilt shifted so that she was relaxing, or at least seemed to be. Her great cocoa eyes were scouring the lands until she spotted the black figure heading towards her.
She eyed him calmly just waiting patiently or at least as patiently as she could. Her harks flicked back slightly when he mentioned her full title. "Willow." She said shortly pawing slightly.
"Wasn't too hard, and I'm not a mindless fool." She said calmly, tossing her dial slightly, a small smile playing at the corners of her maw.

[THC]

The Friesian stallion snorted and his auds swiveled as she listened to the draft mare speak. Good. She's got spunk. Just what I like. His gaze stayed on the mares as he brought his auds forward again. Well Willow, that's definitely good to know because I don't deal with idiots here. He let his words fade into the air and her take them in.

He was pretty excited to have some company although he wasn't showing it. Pordor wasn't much for one to show emotion and when he did, it was from the cold part of his heart. The only one who'd he'd been ever lovey dovey with was with his lead mare, his love, Dolce. The mare had always ended up abandoning him and her duties, not to mention the herd. He'd been hurt by the mare of course, but he had always known that she'd come back again someday. She'd already had proven that. He just had to wait again.

He sighed softly, bring his attention back to Willow. So Willow, is there anything you wish to know? Maybe there's something about you that I should know?

[/color] Okay, so he was pretty much making small talk right now, but he had nothing to really talk about and the mare hadn't given him anything to work with. So he was making do with what he had. Same ole, same ole.[/color][/center]

[Vantha {in college}]

Her smirk widened slightly. "Good that means I won't have to deal with imbeciles or punish them in my own way." She said calmly, still watching her calmly. She may have spunk, but it's normally too much for anyone to control. He just didn't know that yet.
Was there anything she wanted to know, and was there anything he should know? Of course, to both. "So how many foals are you expecting me to squeeze out?" She laughed inwardly, that might be considered a shocker to him, but of course he was suppossedly a dark stallion and they normally wanted to have the largest herd for their protection. She snorted gently, loweirng her dial slightly so that the laughter in her eyes wouldn't be seen, she had actually been joking about that comment but let him figure it out.
"Hmmm, well I guess it wouldn't hurt you to know that I do have a daughter roaming around, but she's fully grown and doesn't need or want to be around her mother." She said calmly. No way she was going to tell about her filly's father either. Though she knew the stallion was alive and well. He was a certain golden neutral stallion, and that had been from when she was young and foolish before she knew her own heart.

[[P] h e o n i x]

Soft chocolate eyes took in their surroundings, examining everything they could take in and processing it easily. She stood on a slight elevated outcropping of land overlooking a lush green meadow dotted with trees, complete with a small creek on the northern edge which acted as a separation between the meadow and a dense forest. The sun had began to set, though it still held it's place relatively high in an ocean of cornflower blue. It was, all in all, beautiful and other-worldly, but that's not what Dolce was focusing on. Two figures stood at the far edge of the meadow, obviously talking and aware of each other. One was white, or maybe gray, though Dolce couldn't really tell because of the distance. The other was a deep onyx, and the contrast between him and his bright surroundings almost made her eyes hurt. She was much too far away to hear what they were saying, and that annoyed her. Yes, call her intrusive, she honestly wouldn't care. Of course, to snoop was not the reason she was here. Her sole purpose for the abrupt visit to Kolia was because of the famous stallion that was said to lurk here. She'd never gathered a name, but she hoped that it was Pordor. She knew him quite well, to say the least. He'd relocated since she'd last seen him, and she'd been searching for him ever since. Of course, he seemed to be doing fine without her. A little bit of pain sliced through her like a knife, but she didn't let it show. So, he'd decided to move on without her? That didn't bother her very much, only because she didn't blame him. She'd taken quite awhile to find her way back to him the last time, and she hadn't done much better this time. She'd been gone for months, and if Pordor had decided to move on and leave love behind, Dolce would be able to do the same.

At least, she hoped so.

In one fluent movement she whirled around and launched herself down into the knee high grass. Even with the uneven ground, Dolce still managed a high-stepping prance, making her look one hundred percent her Spanish self. She was a pure Andalusian, with a flawless white coat and a refined Spanish head. Her tresses were long and completely ivory, with a slight curl to them. She was quite a sight, and the worst part was that she knew that better than anyone. She came up upon the two equines in a matter of minutes and stopped beside neither the mare or the stallion, but instead made a kind of triangle shape, with her as the very tip and the mare and stallion facing each other. This gave her a nice view of both of them, and when you're a petite Andalusian in the company of two drafts that you don't know, it's best to have all the advantages you can get. Yes, Dolce was quite intimidated by the two. Just one of them could easily kill her. You may call this weakness, but she called it sanity. You either had to be insane or incredibly stupid NOT to be afraid of the two giants, both of which Dolce is not. Being weary had kept her alive this long. The black stallion had been facing away from her until now, and she hadn't been able to figure out if this was Pordor or not. But now, he faced her, and she saw his face. A smile played behind her eyes, and she spoke softly, "Hello, Pordor." Dolce really didn't know how he would react to her. Would he be mad? Sad? Happy? Disappointed? Would he still want her here? She couldn't tell.



[Sorry to butt in guys, but I didn't want to make another thread for THC to have to reply to. Figured this would be easier. Hope that's okay Kalo!]

[THC]

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The black stallion smirked and chuckled lightly at Willow's remark. Even though he barely knew the mare, he knew he was going to enjoy her company. He already loved her attitude. It was mares like her that he'd been looking for all along. She was just as evil as he was and he found it quite charming. Her next remark made her chuckle as well. charming, once again. He let his gaze fall a bit, then looked back at the draft mare. Well, I'm pretty harsh but not that harsh. It'd be up to you on when you'd like a foal. For once, Pordor was actually being decent, which was rare. His auds perked slightly as Willow went on about how she had a daughter here in Fronia. He nodded. So, I probably shouldn't expect to see her around here. Not that he didn't want to see Willow's daughter, just that he wasn' t expecting to see her. Not that it was a bad thing.

The stallion sighed and shiftd his weight. He really couldn't wait to gain his herd back and have it the way it was so long ago. So powerful and so strong, the way his herd should always be. He hated having a weak herd and right now it was dwindling, but he knew he'd get it back. He always did. In the midst of their conversation, Pordor took in scent of a really familiar scent. One that he'd knew he'd never forget and he hadn't. It was one that drove him crazy each and everytime. It was Dolce. He turned his head and saw the beautiful white mare making her way over to them. A flush of emotions swept in him seeing the mare again. She was his love, his lead mare and after she'd disappeared, he'd figured that she was dead. He wanted to nicker out to her and hug her and take in her scent and be with her every second, but he didn't move. He stood still and let the pale mare come to him.

Seeing the mare wanted to bring tears to his eyes, but he didn't let them come. He kept his face expressionless as the mare halted, forming now a triangle formation. Why had she not come and taken her place beside me? Did she forget that she was the lead mare? Or had she figured that I'd moved on when I knew I'd never will? Questions flustered in his mind and he wanted nothing but answers. He watched the mare, hardly blinking. He really couldn't believe that she had come back and that she was standing sort of next to him. There had been a long pause due to him but he didn't care. He swallowed and came back to life. Hello Dolce. It's nice to see you again. Again, acting emotionless. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe not. But in any case, he couldn't believe his one and only true love had come back.[/color][/font][/center]

[Vantha {in college}]

The white mare shifted waiting for his answer. She was really expecting something along the lines, you brought it up so get your tail to the breeding grounds and we'll start. She would've balked, it was her body after all, and she would chose when, and if, she had a foal. Especially to a friesian. Not that she didn't mind them, it's just that she kept a little secret. She'd been with one before and had born a colt and that colt had died because his father failed to protect him.
Her precious little Havoc. She turned her head away from him, fighting the emotions that arose from thinking of her first and only son. Phyiscally she was able to have another foal, mentally she was highly suspicious of stallions.
Her attention was diverted when another horse made her prescence known, by barging right in and basically ignoring her. Oh well, little miss high and mighty, two could play that game, but she wasn't going to make a fool of herself.
She merely nodded, realizing that Pordor had spoken of not expecting to see her daughter. Of course not, use common sense. She wanted to speak those words out loud. She really did, but by judging how the new mare and Pordor where acting around each other she might have two horses jump on her case. She snorted loudly, shaking her dial.
Dolce? Strange sort of name. She eyed the other white mare calmly, just studying her. Seemed those two where going to be catching up so she was going to be ignored. To hell with it. She would not be ignored, she had been the first here before this other upstart walked in.
She nodded calmly to the other, a greeting of sorts no sign of respect really, before speaking. "Hello, I'm Willow." Her eyes almost dancing in mischeviousness. She wasn't really planning anything. Or was she? Only she really knew. And she wasn't jealous of the newcomer. She could outfight almost any horse so why should she be jealous? Sure she might not be pretty enough, but what good was a pretty face with no muscles to defend? A toy, simple as that.

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It was.. strange to be around Pordor again. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy it, because she thoroughly did. It was the aura if misunderstanding floating around them that made Dolce uneasy. He had never acted this way with her, nor had she acted this way with him. They both didn't know what to expect from the other, and it was making her think some crazy thoughts. Would Pordor be willing to kill her? I mean, she did know all his secrets, everything that made his heart melt. She held immense power over him and his decisions, it she had no doubt that he knew that. If she became unimportant to him, would he dispose of her? She didn't want to believe that, but they were darks, and they both knew that to have weakness known by an individual you didn't trust meant your time in this world was short. She understood this, but it still made her spine tingle.


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