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Oct 28, 2005 15:07:32 GMT -5
Post by Apology//Azur on Oct 28, 2005 15:07:32 GMT -5
Ivory xanthippe crossed the land with little hesitation. Worn titaniums hit the earth hard, leaving deep imprints which wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. Crown was raised high upon boa as dark occuli surveyed the land in which she roamed.
The vix was slight of build, with long slender pillars and a slim trunk, though sinew was there, below her pale canvas. Serpentine was arched in the way typical of the Arabic breed and upon it rested the maidens tiara, finely chiseled with dark unreadable pools, it seemed much was hidden beneath the surface with this vix. Look deep into her orbs and find yourself falling into an empty abyss, she had never known kindness, or love and everything about her reflected that. Twin peaks rose up from a bed of silver tassels which hung long and unruly about the femmes dial and boa, paper thins allowed an amount of the oxy to enter into her and make the long journey deep into her lungs and around her body.
The ice hued fatale, had wandered the lands alone for all her years and had witnessed much, having to fight for survival many times in many battles, only marked through scars on the damsels otherwise smooth hide. As she crossed the land many thoughts filled the faes brainpan, mostly thoughts of her unknown past, the past she'd spent so long seeking that which she had never known. Brought up in a large herd she knew not who her parents were or even if they were part of the same herd. All she had to go on was that they were both pure arabs and of her hue. A smile laced with regret danced across her features as memories of her time a as flicka returned to her, holding her hostage in her own heart she longed to be free of them, she'd never been accepted, always outcast, they hadn't even named her, she'd even had to do that herself. So, she'd given herself a name with more meaning than any other would ever know, a name that reflected everything the fae was, had been and would become, it was for herself and not others the name was meant... Apology..
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Nov 3, 2005 16:02:48 GMT -5
Post by Dragon on Nov 3, 2005 16:02:48 GMT -5
Post will come very soon.
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Nov 8, 2005 16:44:26 GMT -5
Post by Rage~+~Aros on Nov 8, 2005 16:44:26 GMT -5
Hurry up, dude lol.
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Apology
Nov 9, 2005 13:40:07 GMT -5
Post by Promise Broken on Nov 9, 2005 13:40:07 GMT -5
ooc: not sure what's going on here, but as far as I can see, this mare is still up for grabs, lol ;D
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A dark bay, nearly black seemed to dissapait fromt he glimmer of shading trees that lined the banks of a forgotten river. The fogotten stallion was lost to the world. Known only to one who had ever known, but now gone, was of no matter. His cryptic eyes held no rage, nor pride. Everything about him quiet and unpredictable. His reactions odd, growing up away from a heard, alone from a yearling. To learn from the preditors that hunted him. Unknown to him nor the world, the femme which he now saw was very similiar to himself, though as unknown as this was - he did not stop to present himself to her, but instead began the natural way he approached, the slow and purposeful walk. He had his reasons, he was a cunning fool. He planned every move, evaluated ever step; both oppenant and his own. He thought ahead and lived in the future, if not the present. He did not live for the moment and thus he had not played well with others within another's herd. However now he was starting anew. The blood in his veins one of a powerful leader, both skilled in mind and bod. His black tassles strung themselves lazily about his slender neck; beneath the ebony layer of waves there lay a ropy scar, unseen fromt he years of recovery. His bodice, shone with a dull glimmer as the dust clung to his chest and legs. His banner flew behind him and he lashed it upon his flanks. Scoring the flies and sending them askew. His forlock hung before his eyes and seemed to encase him in yet another barrier from the world. He had not purpose but to survive, and build his herd. He was trying attempting, but all was not well. Aros, came to thwart him ever femme he found. Aros was always there, only a few had been otherwise. She seemed to be one of them.
He came slowly, a loud cry eminated the breeze and travelled towards her; the sound was not aggressive, nor challanging. And it was not one of demand, it was a calling - one could say. It held no arrogence and thus held no respect. He'd had none for stallions, but he held none for the equine of fellow. Why should he, alone he'd been and needed to give none, why start now? However, though he told himself this, there was a respectful note in his tone, though mild and barely audable upon the note. It was a natural respect that he had within his blood, the powerful blood of his ascendents. He had a respect for life... it went as simply as that.
Upon reaching her, he arched his neck as though to impress, but did not nicker and chortle as some. He was wondering, determining. Many mare's seemed to wander alone and thus made them all vulnerable. If she already be claimed, he had every intention to claim her again. He needed mares to build his heard... it was a natural impulse for him to desire her. And yet she seemed all the more desirable by what he saw. He saw a stern femme. Years of life worn into her skin. Alike they could be, he knew, but he had never beore seen her. Not since his arrival here, nor in his outside wanderings. He was intrigued by her and showed his interest with a soft nod of his head and a slashing motion of his whip like pendulum upon his haunches. The black strings whipping his flanked sides and sent skyward by the wind and natural arch of the arabic conformation and structre. His slender nose bridged gently and lef thim with an elegant appearance, though some arabians could have a deep sloped nose bridge, he did not. Such attributes disgraced the arabic blood, for it was not an elegant feature, when ones bridge sloped so far down, only to curve sharply upwards. However, he observed her deeply. DEtermining his descion with a quick glance across her bod. His eyes falling upon small riples beneath teh skin where old scars could be seen. She was not delicate flower, not as some would think. Not to say she did not seem elgeant and fragile... to teh seasoned eye, one could see she was a rough soul, much like himself.
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Nov 9, 2005 14:53:56 GMT -5
Post by Apology//Azur on Nov 9, 2005 14:53:56 GMT -5
No reply was issued to the call that drifted her way though flutes turned, being sure to absorb as much of the sound as possible, the sound of another equine, the sound of a stallion. It was only on hearing the call, the sound of titaniums that weren't her own upon the land that she realized what the hole inside her had been. Too long she'd wandered in solitude, having only painful memories for company, memories which had devoured a little part of her everyday, until but few years ago anyway. To most she was but a mare, broken and unworthy of their attentions, quite the opposite infact.. Apology was a strong character, sure her past...experiences had eroded her some but it had only hardened her character and spirit, making her a stronger fae than she appeared.
In her physical appearance she was no grotesque creature, though she didn't consider herself particularly radiant she wasn't all that bad, her slim frame consisted of a dangerous balance between sinew and bone. Her trunk was slim and muscle was visible beneath the pallid canvas, though disguised by her petite chassis her true strength was.
Looking at the brute who now came her way she felt some of the anxious knots within herself slowly begin to unwind, she wasn't alone, there were other equine.. of course she wasn't so stupid as to allow herself to relax, there was no proof that the brute before her had good intentions, that you couldn't guess through appearance. He seemed to have a shimmer of power about him, hidden intelligence and cunning she guessed, much like her own reserves. He certainly looked the part of herd leading stallion, he had a certain confidence which suggested he had a position of authority though to her it still seemed much was hidden beneath the dark exterior. His dial told of Arabian lineage, delicately shaped though not extremely so, he looked..real, if that was the word,as if he'd undergone much in order to become what he was, but, alas, now is not the time for guessing of his character.
Flag o' war swung slowly at the maidens rear, ivory chains mostly smooth though a few rebelled, sticking out in unruly tufts where the mass of silver hairs had snagged. Her bodice seemed relaxed though her mind wasn't, it never was, always alert and thinking. A fore talon rested on its tip in the soft earth and pools of liquid ebon watched the stag from under a shroud of porcelain tresses. Labrums remained in an emotionless line, no words were uttered, only a slight bob of the dial showed she was aware of her surroundings, occuli reflecting intelligence and a hint of respect. She did not speak for she hadn't done so for many months, having no other to converse with her chords had become dry. She would reply only when there was need, when he spoke, she would. Yet another example of her stubborn character. Flutes drifted his way as if borne on a breeze, shifting a few more wild tassels so they hung around the beginning of her serpentine, which was held in a smooth curve, dial pulled in slightly forming a both comfortable and practical arch. Apology's mind whirred with thoughts and questions as all senses worked in unison to pick up on anything, be it verbal, movement or mental, she was no fool, that he would undoubtedly learn..
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Apology
Nov 9, 2005 15:32:53 GMT -5
Post by Promise Broken on Nov 9, 2005 15:32:53 GMT -5
ooc: if u need pictures - I could make u some pretty pics, lol - just offering, lol ;D I'm a friendly persona, lol bic: A small bird flowered itself with flush as it screamed its strength, diving away from the tree with a gentle chirp that was nigh intimidating to the dark bay. The canvas of a midnight sky, though shadowed by the sunset. Dark russet's lined his rump and shoulders. Tendons bunched beneath the skin as he ceased his movement a short distance from her. His bodice becoming still and stone like he observed, also one of few words. He did not consider speech to be worth speeching. So much more could be conveyed through actions; thus meaning so much more. It was easy enough to speak, another matter to conduct ones actions. He nickered once more, intrigued ever more by her almost mirrorlike reaction that were so much as he himself assumed he might act when approached by another. Tilting his head, his eyes burned with inner fire, made hued by blue and white, a glint from the sun and shadow from the green beneath him. The strength of a shadow was more than some beleived, but the fire that seemed to grow within his deepened obrs was not of anger, or rage, aggression nor lust for power. It was honest curiousity, that answered nature with a silence so true, his intentions could not be for sured.
He bobbed his head once, dragging in her scent again. It held only her, her alone. No other... His head coming to rest thus in a strong arch, as his head raised elegantly, creating a rather impressive curvature of his boa, that snaked cane-like from crown to wither. It added height to him, and made the muscles and tendons within his neck bunch and ripple beneath shining hide, that was speckled by dark stains of dust and dirt. His back piston lay white against all the black as it moved suddenly along with one single form; again resuming the progressive walk. Soleil rarely ran or moved any faster, unless he felt the need. He kept his energy reserved and used it when nescesary. This did not make him any less fit. In fact, one could travel greater distance when saving ones energy at a walk. However these thoughts were not really casting themselves through his mind. He was merely wandering. AS he thought over her, he thought over other things that randomly came to mind. Simple things that seemed to spark on occasion. It was all linked to her in a miniscule way. His mind working, clicking together, thinking over the situation, scanning the wind for preditors, dragging in her scent, looking for other, listening to the wind, the grasses, knowing each sound by heart. He filtered it all through his mind, bit by bit; organized and fluid. His emotions cool and crystal like the gentle waters of a rushing brook. There was power in his eyes and a respect for life. But he meant no ill to her, his body laguage spoke it. His neck arched so in curiousity and impression. He did not have an arrogant form, but more of a cunning, that gathered respect. He never forced anyone to respect him with actions, threats, or other such words. It was given to him, simply by his demeenor. This flustered and flourished his pride at times, but he never allowed pride to rush his thoughts, never allowed the deadly pride to cover him in a rage. He knew pride as truth. It was a downfall, a fluke in the creation of the stallion gender. Every stallion had an aggressive streak. However, Soleil, knew it and learned it, when it was nessecary and when it was not; thus he had power greater than one might assume. His mind was a clock, ticking and working constantly as to live within both present and future. Let it be known to the world that he was a quiet fool - they could think it be as they will, but the truth would never illude them for long. Generous, he was - the will to anger was there, but fool... Soleil was no fool.
Tossing himself from his own mind, he approached her shoulder, out of habit and instinct, know the language of body better than any verbal communication could bring. His muzzle snaking out gently, always aware of her emotions, her reactions - noting every breath she took. Memorizing every essence of her presence. Noting each way her ears twitched, or eyes cast themselve in directions. Remembering her... knowing and evaluating her shoulders and haunches ready for a refusal, a rebuttal or whatever she may be choosing to reduce him to. Of course, being of the masculine gender, he would attempt and nigh show it if she bent a blow to his pride. For he was not immortal to the sting of the egotistic bite he gave himself when his pride was wounded. He just knew from experience so as to warn himself to quell any rage which may attempt to arise, thus making him a better stag. His muzzle reached for her shoulder, to brush against her as greeting and gather of closer scent, and to leave a trace of his own against her. He was not so confident in himself to aproach her head directly, twas folly to be so arrogant at first. He'd be generous, gentlemanlike, and courtesous. His actions determined by hers... he was a quiet unpredictable soul...
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Nov 10, 2005 11:32:06 GMT -5
Post by Apology//Azur on Nov 10, 2005 11:32:06 GMT -5
A hint of a smile, barely visible plucked at the corners of her thin labrums, seemed the stag knew how to treat one such as her, wise move her mind spoke as his muzzle connected with her shoulder and left as quickly as it had come. Paper thins quivered slightly as the fae blew sharply, creating a soft snort, her own strange way of accepting his presence. A scent so obviously masculine drifted carelessly across her path as those dark jewels watched the mascu's movements, seemed he wasn't a danger anyway. Flutes remained still as they were, ever listening in case sound should come. As the light caught her occuli, which had formerly appeared as ebony their true hue was revealed shining a soft, deep blue with mere tendrils of black. These pools now turned their attentions to the land their owner occupied, vast and filled with hopes, many vixens much like herself had come here before her, and would continue to come ever after, yet none would be just like her, none would think of the land in the same way or share the same experience. It was thoughts such as these which buzzed through the faes mind constantly, filling her with new and interesting ideas. Her times alone had left her with little to do but think which made her mind all the more strong.
Hind flint shifted slightly as her mind ceased its wanderings, returning, though most likely not for long, to the scene unfolding before her, and, to the stag. As he'd moved she'd picked up on many things, traits which were clearly visible for any who cared to look, she guessed many were ignorant to the signs others often revealed subtly, body language and minute movements. She wasn't that way, if you ignored the finer details your view of the thing as a whole could be altered considerably, and, would most likely be wrong. From the way he approached her it seemed he too was not ignorant of these things, he did not blunder about her as some would asking pointless questions. Some would say this was a minor thing, of little importance in the great scheme of things, call her a fool but she valued things differently. Respect and courtesy were amongst her most valued traits, without it you were prone to ignorant blunders, appearing rash or indeed, with an ego too big for the bodice encasing it.
Her mind was taking over again, tackling too many subjects at once. With a force of will she brought herself back into the grounds, back to the patch of stalks her titaniums now flattened and back to the czar. No, she didn't know his dubbance, he didn't know hers, they knew nothing about each other that was learned through verbal communication, for they didn't speak. Coincidently she put little value on names and all that anyway, they were simply tags, a way of labeling another where it should be their minds and souls they were judged on. She snorted again, the constant drifting of her mind was beginning to gnaw at her patience, as much as she had it was infuriating not to be able to focus on what was going on right before you. But, she'd managed. Lowering her dial some her eyes sought to meet his, giving her..approval if you like. She then returned to her former observing of the dark canvased brute, she wouldn't yet break the silence, her former stubborn thought still held her tongue still.
ooc--> If you could make me some pretty pics I'd love that!!! You sure seem like a friendly persona, and a great rper too..
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Nov 10, 2005 13:41:18 GMT -5
Post by Promise Broken on Nov 10, 2005 13:41:18 GMT -5
He blew out his scent through his expanded nares and moved his great head up towards her own. His head bent, parrelell to her's. His muzzle nearly touching his chest as his neck was tense and ready to react to rejection, and refusal. Though she gave none, accepting it seemed. It thrilled him as such. The vixen, alone upon the tundra, yet not unwise, nor weak. She did not demand a herd to join, nor demand a stallion to claim her. She seemed merely open to it, which made him grow to respect her all the more. He still had his stallion attributes and his libido that gave him a great pride in himself and his harem. He had a grand viewspect upon the world and thus still had the foolishness to consider himself to be of greater caliber than the fairer sex. Understandabl so, however, for he was the protector, of which ever herd he may feel to lay claim upon. Slowly he brushed out to connect upon a more intimate level, past aquiantance towards claimance. The step of judgement.
His fores stood rooted before his hinds and his build seemed falsely slender and built upon shoulder and haunch. However, though winter's had been harsh and the fat upon his hide had edged from existance, he was not gaunt. A fine line being drawn between limber and thin. His frame was full and held no hallows were bone could be seen. Yet he was not as sturdy and masculinly built as some Arabs might claim to be.
Slowly his lips moved and called out to her with vocals so strang to the wind. The breeze was lulled by the sound and soothed with it, creating a melodic sound so pure and unchaffed by the worlds cruel hand. The deep vocal threaded itself through the wind's own roar and seemed to mingle within it, forming the harmonic chorus of Soleil true soul. Spirit and heart sang in the song he wove. His tone, low and humming, though full of life and emotion. It was a sound thatw as true to its word and could hold no lie, unless he intended it to.
|| Silver Fea, have you a name? ||
He asked, through his liquid vocal. Though it didn't matter to him whether she had one or not. This wasn't a thought in ignorance, nor arogance. He honestly, just did not beleive it mattered. a name was something that one used to label the skies and the earth. The soul was nameless and should not be bound by an earthly name. Yet somehow it was difficult to go without a name, not in a world liekt his. Not when one is known by many. That is why words were pointless Banter to Soleil. He was the Bay stallion - always had been... yet somehow he was named, Soleil. The tradition of his prediscensors would forever haunt him and his offspring, twas unavoidable, and yet did not bother the great bayish black.
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Nov 11, 2005 11:41:22 GMT -5
Post by Apology//Azur on Nov 11, 2005 11:41:22 GMT -5
She smiled, so the time had come for chording, something she hadn't done since the day she'd set off in search of knowledge, odd that. She went in search of knowledge, knowledge of who she was and of her parents and who she was, yet, it was only upon her return the truth struck her, and with it a sense of calm which soothed her both physically and mentally, something she was all too eager to embrace. As the brute spoke she watched his occuli, something she'd always done, you could tell a lot from the eyes and their movements.. flutes absorbed all he said, she found the lyrics of another equine oddly comforting. Parting her labrums she allowed her own melody free, her tones sounding strange to her ears, as though she'd forgotten what it was to speak,
That I do, 'tis Apology. And, if I may in turn ask of you, bay stag, have you a name?
Mottled visionaries watched him lids closing over them every so often, kissers falling together again and harks pinning to catch the sound of her own melody and all it carried. Her tones held the typical sweetness of most femmes but there was also a lightness to them- something that had only recently been gained, around the same time her mind calmed. A flick of the whipcord sufficed in warding off the pests which were coming ever closer, she shifted her weight almost without realizing, taking the strain off each pillar in turn and resting the flint on its tip. Dial was lifted slightly so it hung in a mediocre position, not pulled in too tightly to her serpentine due to her being able to view the stag perfectly well from this angle. Forelock persisted in falling about her eyes causing her vision to be interrupted by threads of silver, only to be rid of them with a slight shake of the poll. Occuli dancing over the bay black frame she waited for whatever should come next, aware that every move she made and word she spoke allowed him to gain more knowledge of her, yet not caring. Twas almost as if she wanted him to know, or perhaps that was simply due to her lack of company? She smiled softly and fixed her attention on the stallion, knowing full well the silence would be broken again soon enough..
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Nov 11, 2005 14:31:29 GMT -5
Post by Promise Broken on Nov 11, 2005 14:31:29 GMT -5
His heart twisted suddenly within his chest, as it fluttered with inconsistant life. It was not a flutter of lust, nor love, nor was it freidnly. He was simply made enthused by the wind that played ungainly through his mane. His love of life sparking deep within his chest and making his ears pull forward in a soft playful gesture. He felt vibrant and suddenly the world did not seem as dark. His chest heaved gentle with the rthythm of the wind through the branches of the everwood trees and the the great oak. Ahh... the sweet melody of the life, the generous chorus of the birds in the trees and the life within the streams. Odd that the thoughts should come so suddenly. The thrill to run and free oneself from the earthly binds, launching up into the heaven's to soar upon winds of promise. In truth he was growing to favor this mare. She was a rugged beauty, and her demeenor appealed greatly to him.
Listening to her name, he nodded, now knowing how to gather her attention when it be needed. He backed away from her slowly, yet keeping the close distance they still occupied. His legs pranced for a moment in their movement as his mind became slightly more playful. He calmed his heaving chest and lowered his head, raising it back up in one fluid movement of intriduction.
|| I am Soleil, of the Saxon blood line ||
He answered to her and slowly came back to her, his muzle reaching out to brush hers. Searching to close the gap of claimance. The sunset would be coming soon and his patience was dying, yet his motions and eyes reflecting nothing but playfulness, with slight urgency to return to a land he had claimed his own.
The sound of his ebonies upon the earth quelled as his energetic newfound, died away into the first phase of life he'd stated. The quiet, reserved, cunning bay. His unpredictablness playing out upon a loose held bind. Impatient, perhaps he be, but not pushy. He didn't try and surround Apology with his urgency to move and claim like he did with some. He held a respect for her... and with respect came patience. Her movement showed no rejection to his presence, and didn't seem to wish him to be gone, thus he continued and persisted. Keeping himself to few words at a time, what was there to say? He pulled his great head back into its arch, as he returned from his attempt to brush her pale silver snout.
The wind, blowing playfully through mane and tail, sparking his playful soul - and making his eye elite with blue fire, that showed both curiousity and mischevious innocence. No ill intentions within body or sight. some might say he was growing "froggy" but Soleil himself would care not for such a childlike description of the playful emotion. ooc: sry, this post is really pathetic, but my muse seems a bit dead ;D
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Nov 11, 2005 14:56:45 GMT -5
Post by Apology//Azur on Nov 11, 2005 14:56:45 GMT -5
Bobbing her dial slightly in reply she spoke once again, as if getting a feel for how words sounded coming from her own maw,
Soleil
She spoke it as a form of greeting, acknowledging the information in the same simple word. She smiled at the brutes movements, seemed he'd found a new store of playful energy, she took pleasure in watching him, her occuli moving with him, taking in every stretch of every ligament, the curving of his serpentine, all that was the bay stallion who she was now pleased to call Soleil. She allowed the brush to her maw also, it was strange to think, it wasn't so long ago she'd have recoiled from the touch, retreating deep inside herself until the coast was clear. She guessed the stallions patience and general calm encouraged that, she had nothing to fear from him.
Watching his movements a sense of imaptience, mild as it was, came across. Lifting her dial she flicked it in a swift movement, nudging his shoulder, a way of definately confirming she accepted him. Pallid flutes flicked forwards as dial returned to its former position upon curvature, a low nicker being emitted from maw. Beneath all his playful movements there was a certain eagerness to depart from these lands which were growing all the more tiresome. And, as the darkness persisted it seemed so would the stallion. Her nudge would be taken by him as whatever he wished it to be. If he wished to lay claim to her, so be it. She had no objections to the bay stag and it seemed they shared a common thought, to leave the lands of claiming, whether with him or not? She was yet to find out.
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Nov 11, 2005 15:21:14 GMT -5
Post by Promise Broken on Nov 11, 2005 15:21:14 GMT -5
Soleil nickered pleasantly and bobbed his head in what some might call joy. He circled around her closely, and as he came up upon her side, brushed up against her, not controlling, nor commanding. Nor was it a motion or touch that was what some might say... confining? no hardly the word. It was too difficult to explain in one simply words. It was a touch of acceptance, though not entirely, more like a peice. A peice as well of innocent impatience. He then nudged her gently to the direction towards the setting sun. It wasn't a shove, but more a gentle touch. Fond of this mare he was... he wanted dearly to claim her, but with the growth of the respect he had for her, he could not just force her to follow him. He could not simply say and order her to follow or be shoved in the direction. He wanted her to come of her own occord would make him feel all the more perfect. That in itself wasn't an arrogant thought, but... again - it was difficult to explain.
|| The Mountain of Saxon, lies in that direction. Will you accompany me? Will you follow with an alliance? ||
It felt odd to say teh words, asking her if she wouldn't mind being claimed by himself and following him under his reign. Twas odd indeed, him a stallion of caliber asking a mare. Note he did not say asking her. There was a great difference. By nature mares had a lower status than the stallion. Though it was a common misconception that the stallion be the leader. The stallion's job and only job was to protect and make sure none were left behind as well as populate his herd. While the mare's were the ones who decided where to stand, when to move and where to move to.
It was not that Soleil knew of this. HE'd never grown up within a herd to learn the natural ways of herd behavior, thus his mind was just as misconstrued as the rest. Therefore he now stood at her shoulder, head beside her, awaiting her answer.
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Nov 12, 2005 14:11:09 GMT -5
Post by Apology//Azur on Nov 12, 2005 14:11:09 GMT -5
Platinum frame shifted slightly as dial flicked to catch the brutes shoulder again. His questions took little effort to answer, they were simple enough, as was the meaning behind them. She snorted softly and shook her poll to be rid of her silver locks once more, That I will, Soleil, with pleasure She spoke, mug playing host to a smile of genuine contentment once again, realizing that with these simple words she'd put her past behind her and chosen to follow this brujo as oppose to any other. His way of asking puzzled her slightly, well, not so much the way but the simple fact he asked. She'd always thought of claiming as a process, mare comes, stag claims, they leave. She smiled, shows how wrong you can be and, that you shouldn't go on stereotypes. Seemed, though sharing certain, unavoidable traits not all studs were the demanding, rash creatures a lot of mares thought them to be, odd that, how opinions can change in the blink of an eye. Hueless lids fell over midnight blue visionaries before lifting once more to catch whatever reaction she may have provoked from the great bay. Thorns fell back slightly into their beds of ivory only to come forwards again just as quickly. Whipcord, as it often did, remained still at her sloping rear long and thick with numerous knots and tangles caused by the treatment it had undergone. All four flints were placed firmly back to the greenery below as crown turned to the stag, pools reflecting curiosity and relief, mixed with fluid intelligence and other such emotions and characteristics locked onto his, memorizing the one she had chosen to follow and the scent that was his own, waiting calmly..
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Nov 12, 2005 17:15:00 GMT -5
Post by Promise Broken on Nov 12, 2005 17:15:00 GMT -5
Ebony bay stallion moved himself up to her muzzle and gently brushed his own against hers, twas but a moments passing and soon with a playful squeal he jumped forwards and burst from his walk to a spirited elegance that pranced into a smooth extended trot. Curving his body to lax into a circle, coming back to her and nipping the layers of her mane, careful to keep his teeth from scoring or causing any reall pain. His playful nip harmless with no ill intentions attached. Again he pushed forward with a launching rear that made him seem almost half of his age. He was young some would say, being only of 6 years. But that made him none the less powerful and legal to rein.
However, this time when her curved himself around to stand facing her, he did not prance back. But unleashed a playful whicker to her to induce her into play. Looking intently from side to side as if to see if another was looking, he snorted with a tossing of his head in satisfaction. No one was here, but her, to see his silly antics. Personally he had no real care. If it be a rival stallion he perhaps might, just so as the other should not think him foolish and weak, but now however, he could care not. He'd been bottled up with the chains of courtesy and wooing. Thus was the demeenor he must have when gathering mare's willingly. They were so difficult when it came to forcing them. There was truly no point in that matter. He had a different outlook on the world. Being alone he saw much life, and not just the protected lives of growing up within a herd. He had his natural instinct, but then something else, that not many an equine had. He had worldy experience right off hand, as soon as he was mature; a yearling. He had habits and ideals that not many equines pondered over. He had a greater cunning than many liked to admit and that was were his pride eminated. To dismis his logic and call him pompus was truly unwise. YEt he never let his emotions call his triggers. He had a great self control and that's what kept him alive. For in truth, when fighting the wild it is pointless to waste all ounce of strength to fight for one moment when one can reserve and fight in burst throughout a fight. Soleil was a mystery to those who didn't wish to open themselves to the impossible. who didn't wish to see a different side of the world. Soleil was not an arogant stallion and thus did not his respect for life was different than other stallions. They considered mares as "property" He saw them as life. and yes there is a great difference. Property is something that matters only when it is useful. Life is always full of use, until the day the lives they live are ended.
Of course, Soleil, liek any other, he did not out right respect each form of life, in gerneral he respected the balance. Not the creature. He needed to be proven to that the being he interacted with was worth acknowledging upon any greater level than what Soleil had already placed them upon. Apology, had Soleil's respect. She had it greatly.
She was at a greater level than any mare, Soleil had laid his scent upon. Until proven otherwise, she would for now hold the grander spot beside him. It was as he chose. He liked her, and as such she would hold power above others as he did. Don't ask him to explain further, he just knew, he just did. He didn't demand, but he was no kind outwardly fool. He had his flaws he had anger, and he had pride. He just hid them all well.
However, though he explained this all in his mind, he knew that Apology would need worry not about Soleil's intentions. She was a respected member, a form of life... not "property". ooc: I'll post in the Saxon Mountains.
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Nov 13, 2005 8:38:31 GMT -5
Post by Apology//Azur on Nov 13, 2005 8:38:31 GMT -5
A squeal of her own was released, occuli lighting up at the 'prancing' stallion. She smiled and dipped her crown, pulling in her muzzle and taking a few quick trot steps forward, curvature remaining in a neat arch. Lifting her apex once more muzzle reaced again for the stag, this time to lip playfully at his tassels. Pulling away she snorted, pleased she finally had somewhere to call home and stag who treat her as more than an object, she wasn't just something pretty to look at, and was glad Soleil realised that. It increased her liking for him and doubled the respect. Lowering her dial, an idication that she was ready to be off if that was what he wished flutes pinned forwards again, should he have anything further to say she would be ready to hear it. ooc--> sorry for shortness. Didn't see much point in saying a lot. I shall wait for your post in Saxon Mountains
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