--Main Herd Thread--

[Rage~+~Aros]

Ooc: This is the herd's current 'hang-out' spot lol. Basicially new members come here. HAH!

-is hyper-

[aurora]

*waves hello!* lol i dont belong in this but i jsut came to say heyo!

[Promise Broken]

ooc: I guess I can post here... just got tired of waiting, lol

bic:

A smooth trickling stream, flowed betweent he dainty steps of the fragile goddess. She was one of god's finer creations. The beauty of an angel, and the grace of the wind. She was smart, small, and inteligent. Though not a powerful figure. She was easy enough to overpower or "bully" but she didn't often open herself up to such treatment. She was an easy soul to get along with. She simply left, if leaving was an option, should anything dangerous arise. Her inteligence could perhaps give her an advantage in a battle. But her frail like frame was unmarred and unscarred. For she knew how to avoid a fight and this kind of smarts, kept her alive and... valuable. Aros was arogant, and she didn't much favor him. But he didn't go out of his way to strike her, yet she didn't feel he would pass up the opportunity if she gave him good reason. She knew when to stand her ground and when to give in. It was only common sense, but she wasn't run on pride like some. Many other had called her weak, the mare's dispised her, and thus she grew to dispise them. But the brujo's were always interesting. Flocking about admiring every mare that should pass their way. And spring... that was always an interesting season. She had an interest int he stallion like. They were as some would say "adorable" in their antics. Many were slow, and quick to anger, yet there were always a few who were not quite as such. She would be easy, for the stallion to handle. She didn't really have much fight in her to oppose a stallion - any stallion for that matter. Was folly to even contemplate such a rebellion. A mare could never best a stallion, it was unheard of. Of course if the stallion was lame or injured or just plain... ill, so to say... it would be more understandable for a mare to master a brujo.

She tossed her delicate dome and her mane fell gently about her eyes. Coming to rest upon one, blocking her site and throwing her into quite a state of frustration. Snorting deeply she tossed her head, attempting to rid her forlock from her eyes, but to no avail. Thus with one final attempt she gave up and sighed. Lowering her head to the grasses, knowing full well that this was the land of Aros. He knew not her name, but she knew his... There were three stallion which she knew the names of and they were the herd leaders; Aros, Azur, and Soleil. she'd been chosen by Aros... whether she was lucky or not... it would be determined by the future and that alone. She had a respect for Aros, no doubt.

But it was more a fearful respect. She knew he had power, perhaps a short temper. She'd learn with time, maybe grow to favor him... it would all depend. She wasn't a mare that outright had a hate for stallions. She that they were needed, whether they were kind or not. They were the protectors of the herd, there could be no denying it.

Thus she nibblined daintily upon a few stalks of the overgrown grasses within this region, as she waited for Aros to return; with more additions to his harem no doubt.

[Rage~+~Aros]

;D Ooc; hey lol

Aros tucked his form into a magnificant collected canter. Neck arched, rearlegs working steadily up beneath his muscular frame, pacing slow, steady, and even. If he hadn't been a wild stag, he would have been the picure of Dressage, though without the needed training. Such behavior was inherent in some breeds, and in most stallions when the need arose. The desire, the urge, no the calling to show off was oft' upon them, most often so in the safety of their own land, amongst their own mares.. she had arrived first. He wasn't suprised, she had been the more complacent of the three he currently called his own. With a thick whinny toward her distant form, Aros flipped his head skyward, letting his forelegs and chest follow into a playful rear. He landed lightly, moving into a more extended canter, without the collection and arching he was actually quite fast. He ate up the terra beneath him, enjoying the strain of his muscles, and the wind through his mane. River's body drew ever closer, and the black stag moved into a wide circle around her, not really making a point of it. This wasn't to trap her, not in her own home. No, he gave her plenty of room to leave if she wished, and slowly he transistioned downward, trotting up to his painted beauty.

You did well to come here. What would you like me to call you?

He shook his form harshly, releasing the tension from his muscles. He was much more relaxed here, without the potent threat of challengers. Most of the mares might notice a change in him in his own lands. He had less need to be pushy, to show off, to be dominant in general. Less, but it certainly was not gone. Or, it may just have been that he was in a good mood. No way to tell, and he didn't really care.

[Promise Broken]

River saw his arrival and quickly shook herself free of any debree. Tossing her tail high upon the air like a flag she paraded up to him, closing the gap; yet keeping a safe distance. The stallion intrigued her greatly, more so than most. A few stallion's she'd come across in life had the arogance he had. It was slightly degrading, but she had come to see many who tried at first to woo a maiden into their clutches by kindness and soft words, then they brought upon the arogance and characteristics that gave them their bad name. She didn't expect much else from this stallion, but for all intense and purposes she was intent on gaining his favor. He did not try to coddle her upon claimance, it was odd, yet she knew the demeenor of a stallion could change upon situation and she was always wary. Wary of them, wary of him. Her intelligence knew there were many pros to having the favor of the lead. There was greater protection, better respect, and overall life was better. She knew this and thus she had intent to obliged Aros as long as his intentions were within reason and did not fly beyond madness.

Hearing him beckon for her name, she sighed softly and lowered her head respectfully. she wasn't kissing up to him, never would she subject herself to a level of slave, but she knew when to give respect for power. And yes, she feared him to a degree, feared what his fuse could be. The length of it. If he was quick to anger, she'd soon prefer never to know. Safety was an essence for survival. Let the stallions do the fighting, they were built for it.

|| River || she said upon a dainty air.

It was a soft sound to be heard and very quite, like the breeze upon a summer's wind. She was the trickle of the little streams that branch fromt eh mighty river. she was the sound of beauty and grace. She was nothing but. She was not hard liver, nor was she a brat to be fought with. She was respectful, and she was willing. But never... Never... should one call her a brown noser. It was something she couldn't bear. The stupidity of those mares whom thought themselves able to conquer teh stallion race. It annoyed River beyond comprehension. Let one call her idiotic for complying to a stallion's will... she would not fight, but heaven forbid she be tempted to...

[Rage~+~Aros]

Aros whispered the word to himself.. River.. testing out the way it formed in his dark jaws. Finally, he decided he liked it. He took the initative to stride closer to her, extending his dark muzzle toward hers. It was a typical greeting of the equines, this touching of the muzzles. A way to exchange scents and identities, but not only that.. it was an expression of aquantience, of acceptance.

Lovely. ...River. I suppose you'll prefer it to 'sweetheart' now, won't ya'?

He didn't really care either way, he would continue to call her whatever popped to mind, but it was always better to make them feel special. This one was winnin his favor by being so ready to comply, and he could only hope the behavior would stay when his less... kind.. mares came home.

Short. Don't hate

[Promise Broken]

As long as he did not ill to her unless diserved she'd dislike him not and would thus intend to remain compliant and willing to bend and remain plyable for him, yet how could she signify and positive notion should other mares become prestigious and insists she take a lower stance. She bowed to the stlalion's will, but she'd bow not wiling to another mare. some mares thought themselves greatly intelligent indeed. Some beleived they had the brains and the brawn, but it was never so. If one was strong there was always a slight burst of pride and ego that would dampen the intelligence slightly. Perhaps not noticably, but it was enough for River to notice. For the timid and fragile, like her were of teh smarter brand. They had no brawn to live by, no power to stand behind. If they didn't learnt o adept and become smarter than their opposers than they risked extinction of their bodies, and the rise of their soul to somewhere distant. Therefore, the frail, quiet and small were the ones to be wary of. The mares to come, should they be brutes... would learn soon enough not to pick on little River.

The small pettite pinto arabian, flicked her tail at the small amount of flies that festered around her legs and rump. Spring it was... and though her tail hung erect int he air, there was no scent to allure. She'd passed her moment of season already. There would be none until next spring. She returned his nuzle and tossed the thought from her mind. Exchanging the scents, letting his be dragged into hers and she exhaled her scent to him. Suddenly squealing in energetic playful spark she tossed her head and flaunted off a distance, interested now in grazing upon tender shoots as she took int he scenery about her. A bird whistled somewhere wihtint he boughs of a tree and a squirrel was chattering irritatingly at a pair of mocking birds that made his sound so perfectly. She smiled at the sound of the argument and turned her head to the small trickling streams. small minnows purged the back and even a few lowly frogs fluttered their songs about the bank mud. Harmonic as it was, it interested her for only so long, before she looked back to Aros - not sure if he was expecting others. She looked warily behind him... not really looking forward tot eh moment when she would ahve to meet his other harem members.

[Rage~+~Aros]

Ooc: *calls* Oh Eviiiiiiiiita?

[Evita]

The ivory white mare extended into the plains, neck arched, tail risen. She was a mare, rightful property of a well-deserving stallion. Evita lagged behind the stallion, she could have easily slipped away at any moment. She was not at all needing nor wanting this particular stallion, it seemed that as of now, any would do. She knew her rank as mare, it would do no good whatsoever to fight a stallion! Their brutality and strenth would be nothing in comparison to a mare's, the sexes are simply built differently. Once in a herd, Evita knew to fight the real enemy. The other mares. They were tricky, yes. Cunning, entirely; just as any femme should be.

Wits and beauty would supposedly overcome all, but Evita had found her bouts around them. It was this other mare which the moon-litten femme would watch and study though there should be hundreds elsewhere with more strength and with than thee.

As for the stallion, he should do. They were there for what? Protection, reproduction? Yes. Companionship? We shall see. So in agreement, yes. He should do.

The mare neared the other two, making her entrance known with a roaring nicker. She batted her tail as she slid to a halt, lowering her neck and perking her ears. She tossed her head, heightening it with each throw, again forcing her opening to be replied.

[Promise Broken]

White chestnut pelt glimmered with dust and grain from the morning and as she spoted the fellow femme she shook herself deliberately as she ignored the approaching fea. Uninterested, was a lie to herself, for she was greatly interested, to watch. No one would learn from her, she was but a fly upon the wall. She favored one, and that was the stallion - for good reason to. He could offer her more than any mare could. They were merely an added layer of security it was well known. The bigger the herd the less appealing one was to preditors. Therefore, she finished shaking and seemed to glare with a raised brow, as one might tkae it she used other signals to inquire her opinion of the new arrival. A quick flicker of her tail in annoyance, a brisk snort deep and cavernous. And she picked up a swift elegant trot. Her tail erected and raised gayly into the winds, flouncing behind her swiftly as she pranced preciously up to Aros once more, making it known her opinion, she shifted her banner ever so, the impudence quite obvious. It was not directed to the stallion and there was only one other near. She tossed her head and sent her mane scattering about her eyes and the side of her neck in long phlumes. She knew how to playa seductive role and look "precious". She wanted the place by his side, none other. It was safest there, and it wa sa place of her intelligence in which she deserved. Her petite form did not seem like much, but there was small power there nonetheless. Through as brisk and rejecting as she was, when she came to stop, beside Aros, near his shoulder; slightly behind, her ears were not... perked, nor in a pleasant position. More like irritation. In truth, it was the devilry of other mare's that she needed to worry about. She'd already knew the lesson on stallion behavior. She already knew how to act around them. She was a flirt one might say, and a bit of flounder. She didn't like the other mare's bouyant self confidence. Parading nearer with such a fervent motion. Did she not realize it attracted attention, though not in a good way. It signalled impatience, and vigor, and an almost contempt for those around her. Thus, tossing her mane, she stood loyally by Aros, though she had no reason not to. She wanted his favor - and yes she do most anything to keep it. Was her position she wanted it. If need be she'd fight for it, but... it was not a fight as some would consider normal.

'Girl' fights... were hardly ever fair.

[Rage~+~Aros]

--reply--coming--later--

[Evita]

OOC:---you--stink---krinst---lol,---jk! See you at the barn later.

[Promise Broken]

*sigh*

[Evita]

OOC: What's the matter?

[Promise Broken]

ooc: well nothing is happening... I'm tired of reservations *sigh* ;P