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Post by Martyr on Oct 25, 2008 23:32:50 GMT -5
The mid afternoon sun hung high in the center of a mostly clear sky. The breath taking blue was contrasted by only a few thin clouds that swirled elegantly like smoke. From the deep ancient wood stepped a creature like none of this land has set eyes upon before. Muscles rippled across his ominous frame. He was tall and wide, like a living brick wall. His coat was sleek, fitted to his body like a glove, its texture was as silk, and it gleamed in the warm sunlight. His hide was as red as the blood in his veins. His tail was long but became thin and ended at his hocks. His mane was rubbed thin and short, to expose his thick muscular neck, and to keep him cool while he traveled. Deep endless eyes of brown narrowed at the sudden brightness of the sun, they ached horribly. He moved forward slowly in a cautious walk, his long nape stretched and his head hung low, poll even to his withers. His steps were even and silent as he climbed a steady slope. Behind him the ancient wood creaked and reached for him, the old trees swaying with the breeze, their leaves singing their happy song, the sun shown in warm sport through the branches of the looming trees, creating a peaceful ambiance. The grass below him was lush, green and full of life. On the breeze rode the sweet smell of water, the life source. When he capped the hill he closed his eyes. His head held high now, nose stretched forward to take the message from the breeze. His ears twitched picking up noises all around him. A loud swooping of air filled his sensitive ears and the shrill cry of a red tailed hawk echoed over the land as the bird sped by off the edge of the steep hill and out over the sea of grass. A smug grin tugged at the corner of the stallion’s lips at these sounds, and his heavy lids slowly slid back showing to him a beautiful display. His mysterious eyes caught the hawk as he circled and called out once more before taking his place upon a shrubbery to the right of the massive red stallion. The bird spread his wings and ruffled his plume in irritation. At this the stallion laughed happily, a loud roar almost like a lions. He sighed and listened to the song birds as they flitted around the quiet meadow. He shook his head while his mind was flooded with memories. Here he would become part of this place, this would take time. He hoped perhaps this place would allow him more of a life than that of his past.
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Post by Kat on Oct 25, 2008 23:44:18 GMT -5
Her melted chocolate pelt shimmered under the sunlight. It was rather hot but she guessed that that was the problem with being dark pelted. Her chocolate auds heard many sounds but none so soothing as the cry of a hawk, a red-tailed one. It flew abover her crown and into the meadow. Cherokee's melted chocolate pools followed his twisting path until he disappeared from her sight. She smiled as she slowed her rolling trot to a gentle walk as she broke the cover of the trees only to come to an abrupt halt, her pools wide for a few moments.
Forcing her pillars to move forward again, Cherokee stepped lightly from the shadows of the woods. She didn't doubt the wind would carry her smell to the firey equine standing upon the hill watching the hawk that she had watched not too long ago. That firey steed was the most handsome she had ever seen, she couldn't help but stare at them. She'd only ever seen those of her shade or those of her father's, but never has there been one she'd seen such as the one who stood before her now. Her melted chocolate auds pointed straight at the steed.
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Post by Martyr on Oct 25, 2008 23:57:49 GMT -5
The playful breeze danced lightly around the stag, lifting his short mane and teasing his tail. It slipped into his wide nostrils and on it rode the delicate scent of a female. The hawk fluttered and took flight causing the quiet stallion to jump to the side. He watched as the graceful predator floated on the current, a smile on his lips. He turned slowly in the direction of the mare's sweet scent. She stood in the brilliant sun, though he could not see her well for his eyes suffered from an accident he had a few years back.
His shoulders buldged as he pulled himself forward, emerging from his shadey refuge into the unforging rays of the sun, his red coat shining like rubies. He tossed his head playfuly as he pickedup a collected canter, his thick neck arched regally; he was such flirt, at least on the outside. Inside he was a bundle of nerves, it had been quite some time since he had interacted with a mare.
As he approached her he slowed to an energetic trot, lifting his knees his pride he gave a snort and halted abruptly. He kept his head high but his chin tucked as his deep brown eyes focused on the beauty before him. her coat was rich and dark an acceptable contrast to her golden trendils. He smiled warmly giving her a deep bow. "My lady, allow me to introdce myself." His voice was deep and rich, thick like honey and just as sweet. "I am Tristan. And what name might compliment one of such beauty and grace?" Perhaps being a gentleman was like riding a bike, once you learned you would never forget.
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Post by Kat on Oct 26, 2008 0:12:42 GMT -5
She watched as the hawk took off and the stallion moved toward her. His pelt was handsome his muscles never had she see a think such as him. He was rubies embeded into a living breathing thing. Her chocolate pools focused on his brown ones, but there was something about them. He'd probably had an accident in his past. She wasn't sure what to think as he bowed to her and introduced himself. "I am Tristan. And what name might compliment one of such beauty and grace?" If a horse could blush, Cher's cheeks would have been red.
As his sweet, honeyed lyrics entered her auds Cherokee smiled and let her kissers part with a dip of her own gorgeous dial. Her silk lyrics entered the space between them. "It is a pleasure to meet you Tristan. I am known as Cherokee, after my humans' ancestral tribe." She told him and smiled a little. Never had Cherokee been this close to a stallion before. She'd never met any stallion aside from the colt she had known when she was little. "W...What brings you to these parts Tristan?" She asked her silky lyrics once more filling the space as she watched the firey stallion, as if unable to tear her pools from his form.
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Post by Martyr on Oct 26, 2008 0:32:42 GMT -5
He smiled warmly as he watched her, her eyes were deep like that of her coat but something troubled her, perhaps he was squinting, he tried so hard not to give away his crutch. He chuckled as she spoked her name, a deep cooe escaping his throat. "Ahh, what a lovely name indeed. To be named after humans is a noble honor, many would over look such a title." Now was the time hw wished he knew more about the odd human creature, he had never been one to study their history, but with a name like that he assumed they were a lovely species. If he was lucky she would not question him further about his knowledge of the topic.
The sun beat mercilessly upon his back and sweat began to dampen his coat, giving him a deeper hue and making him uncomfortable, as did her innocent question. His tail swished at the flies who were begining to swarm, attracted to the sweet smell of his persperation. He grunted deeply and moved towards the mare, "Let us continue our conversation in the sahde, shall we?" He allowed his strong shoulder to nudge hers as he guided her towards the sanctuary of trees. In an effort to redirect the conversation he spoke more quietly, he would need to step it up a notch if he were to distract her from talking about him at all. "Forgive me if i over steppe dmy boundries my sweet Cherokee, I would not want to upset your Lord." He glanced at her expression eagerly, he had forgotten how fun playing with mares was, he hadn't flirted like this in some time!
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Post by Kat on Oct 26, 2008 0:45:26 GMT -5
He seemed not to really know much about her human masters, but as the sun deepened her already dark melted chocolate colour she smiled as she flicked her banner against her flank. At his compliment on her name she smiled. "I think that would be a good idea." She said with a smile as he nudged her gently into the trees. Now was the time for her to play up her learned tricks of flirtation. Thank you Emma. She thought silently as she remembered watching Emma flirt with all the guys who came around. It couldn't be much different from that for horses could it? She didn't think so. She smiled as the shade immediately cooled the hated heat from the sun.
"You're right about that Tristan. Many do overlook the grace of the humans whom I'd lived with while I was a little thing." She smiled as she let her banner slip gently across his flank as she placed herself in front of him again. Overstepped his boundaries? Upset her lord? She smiled. "No worries of overstepping Tristan." She said with a gentle toss of her crown. How odd it was to be talking with a stallion as Emma had talked with the boys so long ago. "I hope I'm not the one overstepping Tristan." She said her silk lyrics holding a playful undertone within them.
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Post by Martyr on Oct 26, 2008 1:01:39 GMT -5
He sighed a deep relaxing breath as the soothing shade consumed them. He looked as far as he could into the humble forest, giving a quiet thanks. He cringed, giving a sweet grin as she spoke of the humans she was named in memory of. But the conversation turned quickly as she confirmed that she was not part of a herd, nor anyone's mate. Also sonfirming that this beautiful land was not owned by anyone, for surely if they had been the Lord of the land would have arrived with haste at catching her tempting scent. He gave her a simple nod in response.
A brave sparrow let out a soft call as the pair stood quietly for a moment, the mood chaning suddenly. She spoke moe sweetly, if that was possible, her gaze became more penetrating as she asked if perhaps she was the one intruding. He allowed a deep roll of laughter to escape him. His thoughts driffted for a moment, he would have to word his response carefully. He thought of Legion and met Cherokee's innocent gaze, his own becoming more comfortable.
"No..."
As he spoke he realized he loved the way she spoke his name, his heart sped slightly and he tilted his head to the side, his smile widening.
"No my dear you have not."
He stared into her eyes for a long moment before he regained his composure. Shaking his head playfuly he laughed,
"Forgive me I seem to have forgotten my manners. Tell me,"
He shot her a dangerous smirk,
"if you are not accompanied by a Stag, what are you doing here all alone?"
He wondered what this lovely creature's story was, and what was to be in the next chapter of her life.
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Post by Kat on Oct 26, 2008 1:22:00 GMT -5
She smiled a bit more and when his head tilted to the side she let out a gentle laugh as she looked at the firey stallion. "Tell me, if you are not accompanied by a Stag, what are you doing here all alone?" She raised her crown in her own sweet fashion. "I was exploring the lands that will be my home...eventually." No Arrowhead stallions had claimed any land within this territory so as far as the chocolate beauty was concerned, she was safe to wander them by herself...as long as no Outlaw, Hostile, or Keykeeper stallions came around.
Cherokee looked to the stallion once more and with another brush of her banner over her flank she spoke once more. "You know what I think would be great Tristan?" She said, her silk lyrics drifting gently with the breeze toward him. "I think that you should claim a land here." She said with a playful half rear. If Tristan did post a claim upon one of the lands of the Arrowheads, Cherokee would be the first to come running to his herd. Playfully lipping at the little bit of mane she could get to she moved around to his side and looked sweetly over her shoulder at him.
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Post by Martyr on Oct 26, 2008 1:40:36 GMT -5
The sun was getting lower in the east and between the thick branches ove rhead you could see the moon begin to rise in the southwest. She was a crescent tonight, brilliant and whimsical. His gaze moved back to the chocolate hued beauty who stood before him. he had taken quite the liking to her in the short afternoon they had spent together. She had become more bold as she spoke of her doings in the meadow, so she was exploring huh? He chuckled at her confident statement.
A twig cracking caught his ears in the background as a deer bound away from the pair of equine. He glanced but couldn't see where the graceful doe had gone. The mare spoke again, her voice thicker now, more playful as she hinted at something, using his name in that magical way that she did. She had his full attention now. He just began to ask her 'what' when she finished her thought. He couldn't help but laugh her warm lips grabbing at his short messy mane. He followed her as she moved ast him gazing over her shoulder with an innocent look on her face.
"And what makes you think I am 'Land Ruling' material?"
His tones were teasing and curious as he pranced around her in a circle nipping at her shoulder as he passed. He moved forward deeper into the trees snorting loudly, beckoning her to follow. He had grown thirsty and could hear the stream about a quarter of a mile into the wood.
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Post by Kat on Oct 26, 2008 10:41:49 GMT -5
Cherokee laughed as the firey stallion's words caught her attention as he followed her around and began to prance around her. "Tristan...come on, any stallion's good 'Land Ruling' material. You're strong, could be protective, and when the time comes, you may have yourself a foal running about and I'm sure you'd make a good father." Cherokee told the stallion with a flick of her banner. Feeling his gentle nip Cherokee bucked playfully kicking out at Tristan. They'd only been together for an afternoon and already Cher could see herself remaining with him...if only he would claim a land.
She allowed herself to pull her melted chocolate pools from Tristan's handsome form...but only for a moment as she watched the moon rise. A silver crescent, so much like the one she had been born under. But in a few moments she returned her gaze to the firey stallion beside her with a smile as she brushed her banner over his shoulder once more. She found herself silently wishing that Tristan would buckle down and claim already, but that never entered her pools the only thing within them was playfulness...playfulness she thought she'd lost long ago.
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Post by Martyr on Oct 26, 2008 13:53:25 GMT -5
The rich hued mare hadreally bloomed since he had greated her just a short time ago, when she had been quiet and seemingly shy. All of a sudden she was kicking her heels and flisking her tail, and then she said it, she said the one thing that would have made him the most uncomfortable. How would she know if he would be a good father? He smiled pleasantly and watched her for a moment, shaking his head playfully he moved forward again in search of the creek.
"You are a silly girl."
He laughed as he spoke, she did not know him well enough. He leapt ofer a small fallen tree and slid in the mud on the other side, clearly the had reached the water's edge. He now stood on top of a 3 foot high bank that flowed into the shallow creek. The smell was fresh and sweet, he jumped down into the water splashing loudly. He laughed and looked over his shoulder to see if Cherokee would follow. He lowered his lips to the cool liquid and sipped, closing his eyes and enjoying the quenching of his thirst.
When he finished he shook out his mane and glanced back in her direction, a smug expression twisting his handsome features.
"What if I am afraid of the dark? Or if I do not know how to fight? What if I am a brilliant actor," His eyes twinkled as he turned now striking a heroic pose, puffing up his chest and tucking his chin with elegance, his eyes becoming dangerous, "and I am not truely a pleasant steed but instead I am dark and devious." He paused for a moment to stare into her eyes, "Would you still want to mother my demon offspring? And live under my iron hoof?"
His grin twisted his lips and gave his eyes a wiley glint. He was anxious for her retort!
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Post by Kat on Oct 26, 2008 14:10:18 GMT -5
Oh how much fun Cher was having. As the stallion turned toward the stream that she only just now heard she laughed as she followed him. Getting up a graceful run Cheroke pushed off the ground with her hind pillars working her jumping muscles. As soon as her daggers cleared the ground she foled her forepillars in to her stomach as she leapt the same log, a graceful picture she made, her flaxen banner streaming behind her, her flaxen tassles drifting in ripples behind her. Snapping her forepillars back out again she touched the ground with her daggers...only a couple feet from leaping into the stream itself as her hind daggers hit the ground to help her slide to a graceful halt.
"A demon, devious stallion. Come on Tristan." Cherokee said playfully as she stepped gracefully into the water and dipping her muzzle into the cool water she swung her crown and flipped some of the water onto Tristan's firey pelt. "Afraid of the dark? Tristan you are so amusing. You remind me of a colt I used to know." Walking a circle slowly around him Cherokee flicked the wet tips of her banner against his flank gently. "Even if all that was true, I would still think I could get along well in your herd." She said with a playful laugh as she flicked more water upon him with her mug and a smirk creased her kissers.
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Post by Martyr on Oct 27, 2008 0:43:40 GMT -5
His laughter was loud and boisterous as he lowered his lips back to the refreshing water for another slow sip. He he continued to chuckle softly as he raised his head, small drops falling from his mug. He moved forward towards the mare, a sweet expression on his handsome face. He stood in front of her his nose close to hers, his eyes set on hers, ears forward and eager. He whispered quietly, his voice thick and tender,
"Really now? You think you could be my captive for the rest of your days?"
He chuckled softly again and stepped closer still, his chest almost against hers, his warm breath against her ears.
"What would our kingdom be called then my Queen?"
The sun had completely set by now and the moon was rising higher in her dark kingdom accompanied by the twinkling stars, her faithful companions. The frogs called to one another softly in the thick evening air a duet with the sweet song of the many crickets from the nearby meadow. The perfect song for such a moment.
His heart raced within his wide chest, what on earth was he thinking? Was he ready to fall for this mare? Was he ready to lead, it had never been his task to lead before, but he had been taught the skills, perhaps he could manage. He was a bundle of nerves waiting eagerly for her response.
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Post by Kat on Oct 27, 2008 10:24:26 GMT -5
Cherokee smiled as he laughed and watched him for a few moments as he stepped closer to her, her auds tipped toward him, her melted chocolate pools on his own. His nose was mere inches from her's his chest close to her's as his hot breath slipped past her auds his lyrics melded with the music of the frogs and crikets. "Really now? You think you could be my captive for the rest of your days?" Cherokee smiled as she let her kissers part. "Of course I could be Tristan." She told him with a smile as she gazed momentarilly up to the moon.
His next words made her look back toward him as they escaped his maw. "What would our kingdom be called then my Queen?" His Queen? Were the two of them ready to take this step? Cherokee thought maybe she was but it was Tristan who had to be sure. "Why not call it Silver Moon Herd or something of the like?" She said as she smiled a little letting her chocolate pelt brush against his for a few moments before she swung her crown toward the sound of a Nightengale settling herself in a bush not too far away. She laughed a little in amusement as she looked toward Tristan. "What say you my King?" She said with a bow of her dial. And a crease of her kissers.
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Post by Martyr on Oct 27, 2008 16:45:33 GMT -5
The ruddy stallion sighed softly, he wasn’t entirely confident in the situation but perhaps this is what he needed. She was a beautiful mare, gentle and kind hearted, she could manage him well; he would only request they wait to have a foal for that he was not ready. His shoulders relaxed as she spoke, her sweet song of a voice soothing his anxious nerves. He stepped back to look into her eyes a soft smile playing on his lips,
“It sounds beautiful, your Highness.”
A gentle laugh falling from his mouth as he turned to leap up the steep bank; he shook the water from his red pelt and turned back to see that she would follow. He glanced up at the moon and breathed deeply the sweet night air, such a magical time, time spent in the moon light. His thick vocals rang again to his queen,
“Tell me Queen Cherokee,” He gave her a playful bow his voice becoming light and teasing, “whish spell did you put on me to turn my life around they way you did in one lovely afternoon?”
He watched her with a protective gaze now, instead of a friendly flirtatious stare it held more tenderness. He kissed her forehead gently his muzzle moving back towards her ears, his quiet whisper brushing past them lightly,
“I will establish our kingdom, meet me there my Queen.”
With that he moved past her slowly to the edge of the trees, looking over his shoulder to give her a playful wink and then he picked up a slow and steady trot out across the great meadow he had met her in just hours ago. He moved carefully and with less grace than this afternoon as the dark of the night made it twice as hard for him to see, but he would manage he had for years now.
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