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Post by horsespirit on Jun 20, 2009 23:32:09 GMT -5
Rose walked around in the Shadowed Forest, her dark bay pelt darker than usual, and her white star showing brightly with the light that slipped into the forest. She was wandering and looking for a lover. One that would take care of her and any that was in his herd. To fine a honest stallion is what she wanted. She slipped in through the shadows, walking with only a little noise coming from her daggers walking across the soft grass. The shade was cool on her back and she was relaxed. She did not fear the night, nor the flicker of shadows or movement, she could take care of herself well enough, but now she was looking for a stallion to be with, and other faes too, if he had them. Rose stopped underneath a huge oak tree, waiting for her night in shinning armor, or one that was sweet and honest. Either one of the two would please her, she was looking for one that could steal her heart. |
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Post by LouLou on Jun 21, 2009 10:47:58 GMT -5
Frosty Beau trotted through the Shadowed Forest. He reallly didn't know his way around it but he was getting it. He had marked the trees and was going in one direction. He lifted his nose to the air. He smelt it. A vixen. He shook his mane and saw her up ahead. He approached her slowly and bobbed his head. "Hello dear mare. What would your name be? My name is Frosty Beau," he stated with a small bow and a tail swish. He wouldn't force her to go anywhere. He looked at the oak tree and smiled. Oak trees were the best trees to stop at. |
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Post by horsespirit on Jun 21, 2009 11:16:45 GMT -5
OOC- I'm surprise that Frosty didn't go to Luna and Masqurade, to get Masqurade anyways.
Rose looked to the white stallion as he spoke. "Hello Frosty Beau, I am Rose, can I just call you Beau?" she asked the white stallion. He was different than most horses she had seen before. Though she was a mix between an Arab and Morgan horse, Beau seemed different. She was surprised that he did a small bow so she dipped her crown to him.
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Post by LouLou on Jun 21, 2009 16:55:13 GMT -5
OOC- He still thinks she's with Blitz... Maybe I'll have Lakota or Dream come across him or Masq/Luna could whinny and he'd come to them or her Frosty Beau smiled at the bay mare. She did resemble Masqurade a little... He missed Masqurade even though it seemed like she never showed her true self... "It's a pleasure," he stated with a smile. "And of course you may call me Beau." He smiled at how Masqurade had called him Frosty instead of Beau. It had been different for him but he had still liked it. He'd always know it was her if a dark bay mare called him Frosty. He studied the mare. He could tell she had Arabian blood in her veins but there was something else. Then he got it. She resembled a Morgan horse. He smiled kindly at her. {Aww. He misses dear Masqurade} |
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Post by horsespirit on Jun 21, 2009 19:49:45 GMT -5
It seemed that Beau was thinking of another when Rose her the call of a fae out in the distance. She turned to the sound, it seemed that it was calling for someone, but she didn't know who. It came from the Sifting Sands and it echoed through the trees, at double strengh from the bark that it bounced off. She then tured back to Beau. "Beau, I am going to go deeper into the forest here," was what she said. It was her way of saying that she had lost intrest of him and wanted to get away. To find a different love. She trotted gracefully deeper into the forest, eventually her dark bay pelt becoming black and disappearing. She didn't trot with feline grace, she hadn't been in the desert long enough to, but she was more interested in dark forests.
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Post by Cantora on Jul 11, 2009 15:40:43 GMT -5
Smoke Smoke had decided to take a stroll from his homelands, he knew that Lakota could care for them while he was away, he still needed to find others to join his herd. he was a king, he had a duty to fullfill. he edged closer to the woodlines, watching and listening for any sounds. nares rose to the sky, he could tell there were other equines in the area. seemed to be a stallion, and a fae. he then moved quietly into the woods. ofcouse he could not hide himself, he was solid white, and the dark forests made him stick out like a sore thumb. night was falling now, and the twilight filled air brought a heavy mist down upon the thick forest, perfect cover for a stallion like him. the sent of the stallion seemed to move away. it was the fae he was tracking down, he did not know if he knew her or not, but he wanted to get a beter look. the fog was heavy and it was hard to see, but he did eventualy make out the shape of another equine up in the distance. she was dark bay, and seemed to have a star on her facade. she was stocky and reminded him of a morgan type. he watched as she explored the forests, they were not his element, that was more blitz's element, Smoke was more for wide open planes and feilds. he tryed not to make noise but that was nearly impossible. he decided to make a move, to speak with the mare to the north of him. and so slowly out of the mist he came, not to scare her, but just casusaly moveing. Good Evening m'lady, My calling is Smoke, May i be graced in knowing yours? he stated with a deep melodical voice, ment to charm ofcource, he awaited her reply. |
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Post by horsespirit on Jul 12, 2009 15:16:42 GMT -5
She listened to her surrondings as she stood alone. That was when the fog began to become heavy. She sniffed the air and could only smell the wet dew fog. She heard someone coming through the forest, the horse's steps were either heavy, or just not suppose to be in a forest. Either way they came and made many sounds. She watched as the horse came from the fog, and heard him talk. Another stallion, all in one day. What surprising luck she had. It was a white stallion with the name of Smoke. She dipped her head as a greeting and replyed, "Lo, my name is Rose." And that was all that she said. It was simple and was all that it need be. |
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Post by Cantora on Jul 12, 2009 15:54:58 GMT -5
Smoke
White frame stood at attention and blue eyes looked at the deep crimson bay mare that stood before him, she was indeed a pretty mare. he did not move from his position though, he did not want to startle her. his white banner moved from side to side trying to clear the fog, it was still very heavy arround them. he blended in well with it.
Plesure to meet you Rose..and where does a lady such as yourself call home?
he asked with a smile, he was not one to push a mare to make bold and rash decisions. he wanted them to make their own minds, he was a fair and just leader, and only wanted mares who wanted to be there. but she looked like the type who would want a place to stay, and maybe want to live in his quiet herdlands. he hoped so, but it was a bit early to ask her to just come with him. he would wait for that.
blue occs looked at her waiting on her reply, as he waited he looked her over, she obviously had spunk and fire, but there was something that intrested him more than other things, she was alone..a mare like her, or he thought, would never be alone, he had seen it before, with Luna and Masq.. they were together, she was alone. strange, but intresting. |
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Post by horsespirit on Jul 12, 2009 16:23:12 GMT -5
She watched him and looked him over. It appeared that he was trying to swish the fog away with his tail. She figured to ignore that and answer his question. "I call this forest home, how about you?" she ask him. She was relaxed around him and any horses, though she was still prepared to run or fight.
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Post by Cantora on Jul 12, 2009 16:43:56 GMT -5
Smoke
He looked at her and listened to what she said. the forest was her home. she did not look like the type who would stick to the forests but whatever made one happy. he gave a small chuckle when she asked about him.
Well dear Rose, i dont call the forest my home..I am King of Taintala. it is a beautiful land south of here, i much enjoy it there.
he waited to see if she would inquire about his lands more..he was not pushy but did not like to beat arround the bush either. he wanted her to come with him back to his lands, but he did not want to force her to do anything. |
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Post by horsespirit on Jul 13, 2009 21:23:30 GMT -5
Rose simpily nodded at Smoke and figured to ask about his lands. "Then how about some details in why your land might be so beautiful?" she asked. A horse should really explain why their land might be so beautiful instead of just saying that it was. Because it was in the eyes of the beholder.
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Post by Cantora on Jul 15, 2009 15:01:34 GMT -5
Smoke Smoke looked at rose for a moment, his crystal occs met her chocolate ones. sh asked about his lands. and he gave a small chuckle. how ever would he put the lands into words, it was nearly imposible. however, she wanted to know so he would tell her all about it, trying ever so hard to keep from makeing it sound like the most lovely place in the world, because to some it might not be, but to the king, his lands are always the most beautiful and the most charming. Well dear Rose, My lands are not so much unlike other lands, there is a Giant redwood forest and rolling plains for miles and miles. the river that flows right through the middle is of the most crystal liquid i have ever known, of cource you must know, i am the king, so my lands to me are always going to be the best. so tell me dear rose, what do you think?he looked at her once more, he was trying hard to figure her out, he wanted to know things about her, but she seemes as if she had shut herself off from him, he hoped not, for he really did take a likeing to her.[/color] |
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Post by horsespirit on Jul 17, 2009 16:28:49 GMT -5
Rose watched as her orbs met his. Then he chuckled when she asked about his lands. As he described the lands, he made them sound awesome, but as he said. It was the king's view of the land, but she did like it. "Sounds like a very nice place," she said to him and waited to see if he would ask her to maybe come with him. She was still thinking and wouldn't know what she would say once he did ask.
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