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Post by D.eath on Oct 23, 2008 11:21:49 GMT -5
!@ The young mares cranium raised as she heard a creak of the Branches as they swung with the breeze. Keys walked forward carfully with her flints, carful not to alert anyone around the land to claim her. She didn't really want to be claimed as she would never be free again. Well, maybe she would be it was slim. Keys walked towards the shallow stream which wasn't a stream at all. It streched for one mile down the path but it was shallow. Keys trotted through, her flints slipping on the slimy rocks and she snorted happily as the water flicked up, tickling her soft barrel. Cranium poised in a proud manner as she flicked her banner. She soon stopped trotting as she realized she must have given herself away the way she was acting. She looked around, mirrors reflecting the dark forest around her. Light tricklied through as she looked around and Keys went towards the light and soon she was walking on open ground. Around her the grass was tall and green. She felt as if Paradise had presented itself to her.
!@ Keys lowered her cranium when she walked into the middle of the Land and her auds twitched at the mere sounds of animals running around. But Keys short lived the moment as the deer soon joined her and crowded her. She sighed and pushed them off with a threatining throw of her head and her ears now flat and the deer went off to another part of the Field. She belived this big a field could be shared yes, but like she had said, it was big enough for them to push off somewhere else. She laughed happily as the deer ran off, but it made her a bit aware of what actually scared them off. She walked towards the place they had walked off and stopped within the first five steps.
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Post by Kat on Oct 24, 2008 13:50:28 GMT -5
The black and white stallion had been watching her. She was the fabled bringer of the next leader to battle. His quick wittedness and kind gentleness have always served this piebald stallion extremely well. But this new mare he was after was causing him a bit of trouble. She was being difficult. His natural charms weren't working with her. No, she was being stubborn. He'd been getting her gifts, jewels, treats, so many other things. This was causing Pharoh some distress. This Gypsy Vanner knew that the next foal she would bare would bring them to battle. He wanted it to be his blood that helped to create it. He increased his flirting, getting her gifts everything to win her heart and favour.
"Keys, I have done so much for you and still you refuse my good graces. What is it that you do not like about me?" He asked her as he looked upon her lovely form with a smile. "Whatever it is, I can change it for you. Keys please tell me." How pathetic yet flirtacious that sounded. Pharoh was determined to win her favour to be the one whose blood helped to push the herds into battle. Besides, he'd seen his competition. He was so much better than them. He could make her happy. Pharoh would win this contest for Keys' heart.
His piebald coat was marked by so many scars from fights he'd fought for her. Always Pharoh had done for Keys always had he done them mainly for her, but also for himself, to prove he could do what needed to be done. Pharoh would make sure he would win, he doted on Keys, gifts treats, fights. He'd done much for her. The trouble was that she was stubborn refusing to let him be the one who's blood mixed with her's to create the leader. He wouldn't give up on all he'd be doing, oh no, if need be, he would make it far more than it needed to be. "Keys tell me what you want me to do. For your favour." He didn't doubt that she had no idea who he was, but he would tell her shortly. |
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Post by D.eath on Oct 24, 2008 14:00:38 GMT -5
Keys looked at him and pinned her Auds immediatly and snorted at him in anger. Why did he have to be here? She then pricked her Auds at him and smiled and laughed. Now he was at her flints in mercy. She smirked. She knew she was the mare to bring the next Leader of the battle. She threw up her cranium and laughed and then shook her cranium. "The good graces are stupid! How many times have you tried to breed with me?!" She said smiling. She sighed and shook her head. Had she really given away the next opptunity of breeding to him?
Keys smirked. "Have I given you an idea Pharoh?" She laughed again and nuzzled him with with her mug and then laughed and turned to trot off. But then she turned around and put her tail over her back, letting the sent of her breediness swarm around the Stallion to see if it really did over power him or just make him ignore her. She hoped the first one as she loved to tease stallions. |
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Post by Kat on Oct 25, 2008 16:08:57 GMT -5
The piebald stag looked at her and smiled as he felt her muzzle on him. Why was Keys so difficult? Such a little tease she was. As he watched her trot off he smiled. So, she wanted a chase. That Pharoh could give her. As he watched her flip her banner up over her back he snorted as the smell surrounded him. There she went again, teasing him. He shook his dial a little as he watched after her with his dark eyes. Teasing, flirty Keys was trying to make him falter, Pharoh wasn't about to do that. Pharoh wouldn't let her win.
However, Pharoh did move out after her. His fethered pillars carried him toward her. Her smell was...overwhelming. He snorted as he picked his walk up from a trot into a canter after her. His banner and his tassles streamed out after him. Pharoh was a handsome stallion, most mares would have been glad to be with him, glad to mix their blood with his. Keys however, she was a different story. She wanted to get away from him, tease him. He pinned his auds as he moved up alongside her. "Keys why must you always tease stallions?" He asked with a snort as he brushed his muzzle over her boa. |
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Post by D.eath on Oct 25, 2008 16:19:09 GMT -5
She was such a teaser
idiot, haven't you realized
over these past months? Days?
She sighed and nodded. Maybe
she was but she was the one to
bring that one foal of promise
she always had a doubt about
Pharoh as maybe he would go total mad
one day with power. Pharoh his
name made it sound he was
greedy to breed and all.
Keys sighed, and shook her cranium
"Maybe...but don't you know?"
She said smiling. "The first COLT,
born will be the bringer. We could try?
She said sighing and shook her cranium
"Maybe you don't want to?" She said kicking
out as he again touched her banner.
"How about here? Right now..." She said
dreamily and happily. She rubbed against him
like a cat rubbing against someones leg
"I would be happy with your blood lines?"
[[Okay...lets skip the next part and I will post stats?]] |
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Post by Kat on Oct 25, 2008 16:43:02 GMT -5
[[Okay, Sounds Good]]
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