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Post by cinnamon on Nov 23, 2012 21:32:15 GMT -8
The afternoon sun was gentle despite the season, casting it's rays across the tree tops and falling through the gaps. A dark stallion moved quietly through the great oaks, pausing now and then to lift his muzzle to the air and sniff it. Nothing. It was free of other equines, and only the occasional scent of rabbit or fox dotted the breeze. The grass was little in some spots, barely covering any ground. Instead, pebbles and rocks lay here and there, blankets of piercing white snow covering the large area. Moving aside a fallen branch with a sweep of a glinting hoof, the large Friesian trotted on.
Dark eyes swept from side to side, and he examined the area around him for a clearing. It was almost ridiculous how crowded it was, even though it was not yet a forest. Snow was everywhere, and the winter season had clearly left it's mark. The trees had lost all of their foliage, replacing it with garments of icicles and snow. Ahead of him, the trees appeared to part, their branches spreading like arms. Taking a few steps forward, he confirmed it and continued ahead.
Silence was welcome. In the warmer areas, horses huddled around each other for warmth, and he found the racket fulsome and oppressive. Their complaints were absurd and tiring, the older mares and stallions constantly whining about aches and the cold, never bothering to help themselves. He himself had left a herd a long while back, having given up that sort of life. What did it offer? Nothing. Stepping into the clearing among the trees, he exhaled, a puff of warm air appearing in the crisp air.
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Post by stephanie on Nov 23, 2012 21:43:31 GMT -8
The steady crunching of snow beneath the young studs hooves was a sound that seemed to echo through the barren land. The snow being deep, he had to keep moving or he would be stuck despite his large stature. He was a gypsy vanner paint cross, a palomino overo. He looked straight ahead, sighing as he thought of the lady he had met some time ago. He couldn't keep her off his mind. Distantly, he saw a figure and inhaled the scent.
A stallion. He snorted and moved forward. He would be nice, for now. Though if this brute proved to be a threat he would defend himself. Although he was not out to cause trouble, some brutes just asked for a fight by the way they treated others. Trying to convince himself not to judge the brute too quickly, he approached the brute.
A black draft horse. Great. Bigger then him, probably stronger. He didn't look like he was much trouble, until Draco noticed his scar. So he had been in fights... It made him nervous to think how he had gotten that scar.
He quickly averted his gaze and stopped some distance off. "Hello.. Umm.. how are you?" He asked, trying to be nice. He hoped the brute would forgive his quickness to judge. Maybe he was the forgiving sort.. Or maybe not.
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Post by cinnamon on Nov 24, 2012 5:17:41 GMT -8
The snow wasn't high enough that it reached his stomach, no, far from that. Each step he took reached a little past his knees, though it was thick in some areas and questionable in others. In the clearing, however, the thick white was heavier than elsewhere, and Monte Cristo had to lift each hoof, then set it down in another area. The cold, he didn't mind much. Rather, he embraced it; the chilly air was refreshing, and it brought his senses alive. Summer seemed to always drag along, the heat annoying. Just as he was dwelling on this, a new odor hit him. Male. Stallion. The figure of another horse soon appeared among the trees, walking towards exactly where he was.
He was smaller than him, and clearly had some bit of draft blood in him. The feathering around his hooves gave that away. However, he didn't look to have much of the confidence or sureness of one either. Unlike Cristo, who had numerous scars that had eventually healed and his coat had grown over them excepting one, deep scar on his chest, the younger stallion's coat was unmarred. He lifted his head to his full height, his ears laid back, then gazed down at the horse standing a little off. A silence followed his words, then he answered, a frown finding it's way quickly onto his face, "Why would you need to know that?" His voice was deep and gravelly, and his throat felt uncomfortable from misuse. It was rare that he'd met others of his species since he'd left his land behind when someone he'd loved had been taken.
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Post by Admin Dole on Nov 24, 2012 23:53:35 GMT -8
ISABELLA
{ the lady of the dance } She had been watching from afar after she has searched for Draco once more. She had quiet enjoyed being around him last time they had met. So she spent the good part of a day seeking him out though the caverns which she so loved, to the pond, lake, around the river bank and finally in the woods. It was here that she spotted him and she was going to say hello when she noticed him going towards another stallion. This one was dark in coloring and he was handsome as well.
Listening from her hiding place she only stepped out after the stranger had ask why Draco needed to know how he was doing. "It is called being polite." She said with sass in her voice as she came to stand next to Draco's left side. Reaching her nose out she aimed to nudge his shoulder before her brown eyes looked again at the other stallion. "Hello, I am Isabella." She then said in a kind voice before looking back at Draco. "Hello again Draco." She then said softly to the stallion she was standing next to. Standing there she shifted on her hooves and shook her mane out of her eyes as a few strains tickled her eyeball.
Smiling still she looked over the unknown stallion some more. He seemed bigger then Draco, but she didn't care. After all they where both bigger then herself. However, they might have been handsome, but there more to a equine then just looks. They had to be brave, loyal and willing to talk to her. Willing to chat for her to really have any interest in being around them or in a possible herd. She was thinking of the future as she stood there looking from between the two stallion.
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