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Post by crashandtheband on Oct 31, 2010 9:04:47 GMT -6
The dun mare wandered deeper into the forest, unwilling to confess to herself that she was helplessly lost. Tree tops engulfed the little sky that showed, the trail that she followed becoming more over-grown as she took each step. Brambles tore at her delicate flesh, leaving shallow gashes along her lower legs.
The distant scent of horses wafted across her nostrils, her stride faultering. She halted, hooves planted firmly on the ground beneath her. Others of her kind meant only one thing to her; fear. Snorting sharply, ears pinned against her skull, she turned in a tight circle, searching for an exit. Trees surrounded her form, closing off all ways of escaping from the shadows that surely lurked. "Is any body there?" Her lyrics rang through the forest, shakey and unconfident but she had decided it would be best to get it over with quickly rather than wait for it to happen. Maybe, if she was lucky, someone who knew the way out would find her.
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Post by racechick on Oct 31, 2010 14:39:08 GMT -6
Sigaf Muscular andalusian brute cantered easily into the clearing, his back lifted, hind columns propelling him forward as his barrel swayed out of the way. Arching his boa, the cow collected himself, his frame shaped like that of a well trained dressage pony. The stag snorted, rolling his glassy obsidian optics, he was nothing like a well trained dressage pony. He was a fiery, untamed, vicious, rampant stallion. The thought pulled a grin to the sides of his velvet ink lined kissers, shaking his crania as he slowed to a prancing trot.
Nostrils tested the air, withing seconds his brain was on red alert. There was a mare. The brute grinned evilly, extending his pillars to cover more ground. Soon, the source of the smell came into view. A dun she was, and by the build of her she looked to be Andalusian as well. Sigaf headed toward her, letting his ebony globes scan her carefully. "Hello ma' lady. My name is Sigaf. And who might you be?" His tone was charming and enticing, and soon she would be all his. |
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Post by crashandtheband on Oct 31, 2010 15:50:24 GMT -6
The scent of another wafted closer as her nares flared, her orbs widening. She turned, skull held unusually high as her orbs settled on the white stag before her. With no where to run or escape to she had no choice but to face the large brute.
"Good day to Sigaf" she replied coldly to him, trying her best to keep the quiver of fear from her lyrics as she spoke. Her orbs traced the stag's form. He was much taller than herself and if he so decided he could easily over-power her. "My name is Crash. Do you know how to get out of this dreaded forest?" Maybe he is nice, she voice in her head. Maybe, just maybe. The tone of his voice certainly told her so but she had learned from expirience never to trust a first impression especially when it was a stag with whom she conversed.
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Post by The Silver Brumby on Oct 31, 2010 20:54:05 GMT -6
Thowra  In the darkness of the night,
In the fury of the storm,
Witht he silver mark of freedom,
The spirit was born. My silver hide moved lithely as I cantered along one of the many rivers in our homelands. Freedom was a thing that many took for granted, and granted I once was one of them. That was until I met man for the first time as a foal.
That had created a lot of wisdom in me now, and though there was some hellion blood in me, it only showed when I wanted it to be known.
Seeing someone standing under on of the trees I turned in her direction, stopping nearby. Then I nodded to the white stallion near her, I saw through his actions easily.
"Greetings, fae, stallion. I am Thowra."Thowra, they named him Thowra,
Like the wind, like the wind, that is free,
To be king of the bush, his destiny. |
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Post by racechick on Nov 1, 2010 10:25:58 GMT -6
Sigaf The brute smiled at the mare, "As a matter a fact I do." He replied, a satisfied grin overtaking his face. "Which way are looking to go?" He asked, inhaling deeply. Harks fell backwards, nostrils flared, orbs narrowing to slits as he turn toward the source of the rank scent. It was a stallion, aureate with a long ebony banner and whipcord. "Greetings sir." Sigaf replied, this brute didn't seem like much of a threat, but he was still weary. Bowing to the stallion as a sign of respect, tucking his crown he spoke. "I am Sigaf, King of Crown Victorian." He stated, lifting upright. Turning his crania, he winked at the mare. Her name was Crash, she should be fun. He thought, almost chuckling out loud.
"Well dear?" He asked again politely, hoping that maybe he could convince yet another mare to join his mob. |
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Post by crashandtheband on Nov 1, 2010 10:52:06 GMT -6
The fae backed away a small step, her orbs taking in the sight of the second stag. Uncomfortable when it had just been one stag, her fear doubled, threatening to engulf any sense left within her skull. No, she had to stay calm and cold with the brutes or she would be forced into something she didn't want. The second stallion seemed....more respectful and trust worthy though. But then again the first stag had told her he knew the way out.
"I just need to get out of this place" she said coldly, snorting lightly, orbs feigning anger flicking from one stag to another, unsure where to focus. She saw Sigaf wink towards her. What he meant by it she didn't know but it certainly didn't put her at ease. In fact it added to her tension. She wished one of the stags would hurry and show her out of this dreaded place she had come to hate.
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Post by The Silver Brumby on Nov 4, 2010 18:54:35 GMT -6
The other stallion did not seem to be a threat, and anyway, how could he be against a pure hellion like himself? Though he did not like to use that particular strength against anyone in particular. In truth, he detested being one of the hellion breed.
"I am the king of the Snowy River area. It is a beautiful place where there are few dangers." He chuckled lightly. Sure Sigaf would be one for him to worry about but that was nothing really. He was one who would respect her wishes what ever they might be at the time.
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Post by crashandtheband on Nov 5, 2010 11:55:12 GMT -6
The fae's orbs stilled on Sigaf as he began to talk, telling her of his terra. Uncertainty flickered across her face. It may be better than being lost in a forest but whether trusting the stag and leaving with him was a good idea she couldn't quite figure out.
"I...I don't know" was her reply to the stag's offer, her auds flicking back, laying on her poll as she spoke. Her orbs stared into Sigaf's, trying to find an emotion that would show her his true agenda. Unable to see anything she looked away. "Maybe."
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Post by racechick on Nov 5, 2010 21:36:53 GMT -6
Sigaf A wicked flame burst into Sigaf's orbs, muzzle opening and ivories latching around her collar. Pulling backward, the massively muscled brute attempted to pull the mare. "Well Crash deary, I do believe you are coming with me." He demanded, applying his force claim. Sigaf's tightly hinged jowls kept hold of the mare, "Lets go now." He commanded, releasing her nape, rounding her rump and letting his pearls penetrating the flesh on her rump. Ramming his chest into her haunches, Sigaf was determined to get this mare home and he was planning on doing it now. |
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Post by The Silver Brumby on Nov 5, 2010 22:48:14 GMT -6
"I do not beleive she chose you, Sigaf." This was accompanied by him throwing his weight at the stallion, to knock him away from her. "No one should be forced to be with you against their will." He snorted, a well known challenge in his voice at the moment.
He wanted Crash to come with him, but only by her own choice. "there are names for one such as you, Sigaf, and they are not flattering."
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Post by crashandtheband on Nov 6, 2010 3:48:10 GMT -6
The fae's eyes widened, her flesh piercing where ivories held her tight. She dug her daggers into the ground, trying with all her might to save herself from being pulled along by Sigaf but the brute was strong, nearly causing her to fall over in his atempts at claiming her and dragging her away. She steadied herself, only to be knocked off balance again by his massive form pushing her along from behind.She was forced to take a step forward.
She would had given in, let herself be claimed by the evil brute if it wasn't for the other stag, Thowra. The challenge in his voice was as clear as the desperation she felt right now. She deserved to be treated better, she decided, and wouldn't let some stag drag her away if she didn't want to leave.
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Post by racechick on Nov 6, 2010 20:01:03 GMT -6
Sigaf The brute smirked, satisfied once the mare stepped forward, though his soldiers met his skull once she protested again. The words of the stallion held a challenging tone, a new fire raging inside Sigaf. He was a plunky thoroughbred, under muscled and lanky as they came. He turned on his hocks toward the cow, "Well you see Thowra, it's not her decision whom she is to go with, so unless you want to make this an official challenge for her, I suggest you take your wanna-be- the hero act somewhere else." The stag snapped, his tone in-powered but his pugnacious and hot tempered resonance. Sigaf's coal optics dared the stallion, with every iota of him, his heart racing as his boiling blood rapidly pumped through his adrenaline coated veins.
His auds flickered toward the mare, somewhat expecting some rebuttal from her. He wasn't going to allow her near this other brute, not unless he lost the fight, if there was even going to be one, but he doubted that he'd lose; but the brute wasn't being cocky either, he'd keep a level head for the fight, for it could go either way. Striking the ground with his fore right hoof, the cow waited for the smaller brute to reply. |
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Post by The Silver Brumby on Nov 7, 2010 0:08:46 GMT -6
"Wasn't going to be a challenger, until you said that. You brought this upon yourself, Sigaf. I can see she wants to go nowhere she is forced, so why don't you be a gentleman and ask her, instead of forcing her to like that? Or do I have to make you be a gentleman?"
It was clear whose side the creamy was on, and it was for good reason. She was worth either of them, but only the one she chose really. he would back off if she said she wanted to go with Sigaf, but Thowra doubted it.
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Post by crashandtheband on Nov 7, 2010 6:45:18 GMT -6
The fae froze where she was, refusing to let the stag push her around. He wouldn't be taking her any where. Staring at Thowra, she shook her head. "I don't want to go with him," she uttered quietly, orbs flicking back to Sigaf. She was sure he wouldn't take it well since he had been the one to tell her she had no choice in the matter. She took a step towards Thowra, auds pinned against her crown.
The fae didn't want there to be a fight over her. Her heart felt for the smaller stag, hoping that he knew what he was doing. Sigaf was a powerful brute, she had felt it when he had biten and pushed her. But maybe the other stag had some kind of plan. She hoped it was the latter for she wished to leave with Thowra.
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Post by racechick on Nov 7, 2010 9:26:38 GMT -6
Sigaf The stud grinned, evilly, letting his mind wander into a thought. A new smirk covered his face, the stallion arching his boa, letting his ivories grinin his jowls. "How about this. I'll make you a deal mister Thorwa." He stated, snapping at the air as the mare moved toward the other brute. "From here on, we are alliances, and as part of that alliance I want Crash's first filly. In return she may leave with you, if you do not agree with these conditions, then we shall fight." He offered the mare and stag this only other way to get out of here together, Sigaf patiently, which for him was not one of his strong points, waited for the vixen and cow to decide on an answer. |
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Post by The Silver Brumby on Nov 8, 2010 18:50:14 GMT -6
The stallion looked at Sigaf in surprise. There was no chance that he would force a filly to go to him. "How about this, when any filly leaves from my lands, if you can get to them and win them over before anyone else does, then you can have them. Only if they choose you though."
That was the way he was, a horse that liked to compromise really. He had to ensure that whomever it was they would get to have the choice for themselves.
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