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Post by |r i z e r| on Jan 1, 2008 20:36:59 GMT -5
The towering buck soared over a large log in the middle of a trail. His ebony tresses lashed out behind him, intertwining with the winds. His metallic hide exuded an aura of power and grace about him, attracting more than a few glances from onlookers. His great pistons beat the ground into submission as he took great rocking-horse strides across the landscape.
At his side galloped a small mare, somewhat in her adolescent years. Her gleaming charcoal tail billowed out behind her, a flag of magnificence and beauty. Her compact, athletic bodice was pressed close to the side of the kingly stag. She kept up a steady gallop along their path, the two moving as one, winding in and out of obstacles and soaring over rivers and streams.
After a while they stopped, alongside a crystal-clear stream that seemed to continue on forever towards the horizon, snaking and curving as god's will had made it. The stag dipped his finely tapere muzzle into the frigid current, but only after the young mare had drank her fill.
The stag then pranced spiritfully up an embankment, tossing his head and throwing elegant bucks and kicks. He reared magnificently, towering at his full drawn height.
His powerful cry echoed off the sheer canyon walls surrounding the traveling pair.
[glow=black,2,300]"This territory has hereby been called claimence"[/glow] |
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Post by megpainthorse on Jan 2, 2008 14:15:56 GMT -5
The elegant fae had not been part of the few onlookers but did notice the stallion and the little fae once he made his claim on the large terrain. Her ebony daggers lifted highly as she trotted on to the lands. She stayed upwind as she watched the titian and the little fae. Her ebony banner blew in the soft breeze as her ribbon followed suit. Her chocolate tinted orbs just became consumed as shes watched the two.
Her buckskin pelt glimmered as the patches of black shading dulled her coat. The fae's thorns came to an alert position as soon as the breeze changed causing her to be downwind from the duo. She lifted her crest high as she waited for the one of the duo to catch her sweet aroma. Her nares flared once as she bobbed her dish crest face once but then let it settle back in its defiantly high posture to be facing the lead of this new land.
Her calling is Dirty Dancing though she perfers to be called Dancer. Her orbs still consumed but more carefully, she again watched the two equines. Her calling is Dirty Dancing and beware I must warn you not to judge this book by her cover. |
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Post by |r i z e r| on Jan 2, 2008 14:40:04 GMT -5
The stag caught a slight scent, becoming alert. He whickered to the fae, and she understood, dropping back as the mighty buck pranced forward towards the mare. |
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Post by megpainthorse on Jan 3, 2008 0:51:44 GMT -5
Dancer caught this movement of the smaller fae. Her thorns just slapped her pole and then pricked to an alerted position as the titian started to approach her. Her dished crest bobbed slightly and then it raised defiantly at the new leader. He deserved no respect from her. He wasn't Noble enough to be respected in her chocolate tinted orbs.
Sure is now a leader, but he has done nothing to prove himself to her. Dancer had always been a gad fae to impress and so little ever gained her respect, Neutral or not she had a little bit of a temper at times. One minute she might be one of the kindest faes you will ever know and the next she could be one of the cruelest that you have ever laid your eyes on. Her banner floated on the soft breeze and her ribbon soon picked up as well.
Then her thorns slapped her pole and her forelock was thrust int other sky as her crest bobbed and her piston crashed into the earth a few times. In other words she was telling the titian he was close enough for now and later after she learned more about him would she maybe grant him access to come closer. Her dished crest then raised once more as her ebony for lock now lay still once more along with her banner and ribbon. She stood silently with her thorns pricked and alert, ready to listen to the titian. |
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Post by |r i z e r| on Jan 3, 2008 2:00:44 GMT -5
He stopped in his tracks, and dipped his head to her.
"Good evening, milady."
...he spoke softly.
[gotta go. uneventful post...sry.]
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Post by megpainthorse on Jan 4, 2008 13:23:02 GMT -5
Her dished crest gave a little nod to his bow "Good evening to you as well" The buckskin fae said in a melodic voice sweetly to the titian that stood before her. " Who is he little fae that was with you" she asked as she looked down where the little fae was waiting. Her nares flared and then she looked back to the titian waiting for his reply. Her ribbon flicked at a pestering bug at kept landing on her hindquarters." Also what maybe her and your callings?" Dancer asked in here sweet melodic voice that she has. Her nape then arched, but her gaze never left the stallion. |
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