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Post by The Silver Brumby on Oct 10, 2010 16:13:32 GMT -6
An almost ivory fae moved through the trees, the flames in her mane and tail extremely short at the moment. She knew that there were not many who would have seen a beauty like her, but that was not something she was all that concerned about. No, she was no more than a wanderer, and she was looking for places she might want to stay a while. If she liked them then a foal she would give to the herd, but that would not happen very often at all. She smiled though as she stopped on her wandering for the day near a bend in the river to stand with the horn on her head near the water as she drank.  |
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Post by racechick on Oct 11, 2010 12:15:11 GMT -6
Sigaf Muscular pasty stud trotted into the clearing, thickly vegetated forests on either side of him. Oaks, firs, pines, and a few redwood around the edges. Arching his Andalusian boa neatly, his nares flaring taking in all the scents. The cow stopped suddenly, a mare was near. A cunning and playful grin pulled at the sides of his velvet muzzle, time to work his magic. Milky brute bounced into an extended trot, each stride full of cadence and grace. Sigaf continued on for some time, a gorgeous ivory fae finally coming into view.
The stud's nicker bellowed from his kissers, charcoal pools locked on the neatly built vixen. She was tall and lanky, and the distinctive dish on her face, stated she was arabian. "Hello ma'lady." He said simply, walking around her mass. Walking around to her crown, he pushed his nostrils to her's. Her perfume was intoxicating and enticing. "My name is Sigaf. And I do believe you will be coming with me." He commanded, winking at her before letting his teeth lunge at her shoulder.
Breaking into a trot, he circled her, making sure she wasn't going anywhere. "So what might your name be mare?" He asked, though he really could care less. OOC- Srry, he's kinda a big jerk lol |
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Post by The Silver Brumby on Oct 11, 2010 16:10:51 GMT -6
OOC: She can fix that lol. He's playing with the wrong mare if he thinks he can just claim her
Erosaf
The mare watched as the tall ivory stallion came into the clearing near her. She was not interested in him at all, seeing as he seemed to be one of the type of horses that she liked to use her magic on these days.
She snorted though as he lunged at her, easily stepping out of the way so that he could not touch her. "Well Sigaf, shall I get rid of the urge for you to force me into your herd? For I shall not come."
She kept moving, making sure he could not stop her and corner her. No, that she would not allow. Not from him.
"I am both hellion and unicorn, and i have the strengths of each. Eronah and Saphra are my parents, they are named thus and their callings mean Magic and Hell. For Eronah was a pure unicorn and my father was pure hellion. I am Erosaf or Tainted Magic. A mare of many magical talents as well, Sigaf"
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Post by racechick on Oct 14, 2010 21:45:13 GMT -6
Sigaf A mischievous grin covered his muzzle, "A mare with such an introduction would fit neatly into my herd." He wasn't going to force this mare anywhere. . . Yet. She just needed to fall in love with him, like all the others hate. They all did, they always did. Sigaf tucked his muzzle, nearly to his pulmonary cavity, setting off into a steady forward pace. He circled the mare, looking her over more closely. She was really a beautiful mare, though he'd never tell her that. "And mare, I do believe I can just claim you. . .But I'll let you get used to me before you come." He remarked, snorting loudly as he rounded her front. A masculine nicker erupting from his chest.
He stopped after one last round about her, gently letting his muzzle bump her's. Her fragrance was provocative in every way, but Sigaf controlled himself. "So deary, why don't you want to go with me?" He asked, lifting a brow to her. |
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Post by The Silver Brumby on Oct 17, 2010 2:47:54 GMT -6
"I wander, notthing more. Some of the time if I like a stallion, I will stay with them for a time, but never for more than a few months really. Those I really like will be lucky and get a foal from me."
She sighed, knowing there was not much else to say. "Those who try to force me to stay will usually end up dead, for those who try to control mares are not my freinds."
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Post by racechick on Oct 18, 2010 12:36:54 GMT -6
Sigaf The stag smiled, "Well then my little wander, Why don't you oblige me and stay at my land with me for a few weeks, and tell me if you like. If you do, you will stay, if not you are free to leave." He bargained, giving her a handsome wink. Her next words didn't scare him like they might a want-to-be hard @ss stallion, but Sigaf was bad to the bone. He had no doubt in his mind that she had indeed ill brutes before, but he was a different story. Muscles rippled over his mass, his bodice was sturdy and almost unmovable by anything small then he. |
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Post by The Silver Brumby on Oct 21, 2010 16:13:52 GMT -6
"Well you have had the only warning you shall get so try to stop me if I do not like your home and i will destroy you, Sigaf."
She snorted. "Where do you live?" She was very curious now as she thought about where this horse would possibly live. It would be interesting for her to see the place. She would hear about it first though.
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Post by racechick on Oct 24, 2010 18:30:00 GMT -6
Sigaf A grin pulled across the stallion's face, wicked and twisted it was. "Well good I'm glad." He said, malevolently. "Crown Victorian in the meadows ma' lady." He replied, letting a sheisty smirk seep deep into the roots of his velvet kissers. "Come mare." He bellowed harshly, leaping forward into a quick paced canter toward his terra. She would soon be following, he was sure, his sooty pools perceive the world as he blew past it all. Arching his boa, the cow collected himself, waiting for his first mare to catch up. |
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