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Post by Evita on Nov 12, 2005 17:09:19 GMT -5
Evita backed slightly, turning her rear so she was facing the stallion. With her ears hugging her frame, she spoke softly, elegantly even.
The name you are so burdened to hear is Evita.
She flicked her tail, letting her ears wobble, and her frame lift. The day was cool for spring, the winter air hadn't quite left. A cool breeze lifted her wild mane from her arching neck as she gave a quiet snort.
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Post by Rage~+~Aros on Nov 13, 2005 16:16:27 GMT -5
Aros's dark eyes sparkled in satisfaction, his ears pricked slightly, and the heavy anger and resentment lifted from his form as suddenly as it had arrived. He was, for all intensive purposes, returned to his usual arrogant and laid-back self, his temper softened by her reply. Not the nature of this reply, really, but the fact that she had pleased him greatly. It was so much easier when they gave you what you wanted, rather than having to beat it out of them. Most impleasent, that was. Seeing her turning her body away from him, Aros tucked his neck up once again, and walked slowly toward her, assuredly... he snaked his contrasting form around hers, passing her head, moving to brush against her flank, all the while whispering..
Evita? Ahhh... Evita... Such a lovely name... it suits you well...
He aimed to circle around behind her, to nudge her slightly in the side, gently.. tenderly.
My lovely Evita, you will find your new home in the land called Sciro's Spawn.
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Post by Evita on Nov 13, 2005 19:53:58 GMT -5
Thank-you. Walking behind her, she felt his body nudge up upon her own. It was a chilly day, perhaps the added body heat soothed her. Though he were an unknown beast, so the mare cocked a leg in warning. The vix wipped her head about to face him, cocking the leg more-so, making it known; even forewarning.
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Post by Rage~+~Aros on Nov 13, 2005 20:06:53 GMT -5
Aros glanced sideways, his black orbs noting the position of her hindleg. Threatening. Not smart, not at all. He moved his haunches around, away from her, but planted his forelegs firmly. A pivot on the forehand, if you would like to phrase it that way. His expression was cool now, the warm seductive quality flitting away as effortlessly as he had turned it on.
Not one for talk, are you doll? 'Sallright. There's one thing I DON'T accept though.
He pulled his ears back suddenly, expression siddenly growing angry. His eyes narrowed, and he shifted his weight backward, leaving his chest and forelegs in a proper position to rear, and to strike if necessary. His tail slashed through the air, but only once. He was a little ticked, but hardly as angry as he had been with the stag. Hopefully she would realize this was dominant anger, not the true desire to attack, or injure.
I think we're going to be seeing a lot more of eachother, babe. Let's try and keep it friendly.
He laughed to himself, melting out of the angry posture easily. Did he mean it? Would he have struck her? It depended, did she want to test him again? He moved his muzzle against her shoulder, lipping at the snowy coat. His ears attentuated, his tail relaxed and unthreatening behind him. She would allow his touch, unless she was prepared to fight for her right to remain untouched, as it were.
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Post by Evita on Nov 13, 2005 20:28:52 GMT -5
As the stag was in position to rear, the mare lowered her neck, preparing for a blow. It was not out of fear, it was not of submission, only a reflex of a dominant, large and muscular stallion in preparation for a strike. Again, speech is unnecessary. She felt the wisk of his thick matted tail upon her silken coat.
The mare calmly allowed the stallion to nibble and caress her shoulder. She stood cool and collective. Evita turned her archen neck to face him. She sniffed at his own muzzle, whiskers tickling her soft snout.
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Post by Rage~+~Aros on Nov 13, 2005 20:41:46 GMT -5
Aros's form froze for a moment, delighted. Was this acceptance, indeed? Her soft muzzle's response was all the assurence he needed, and he responded by laying a gentle nip upon it, nothing painful, for his teeth barely brushed her skin. But, enough pleasentries. He turned his dark skull to look toward the distance, off toward his lands. He paused a moment, before speaking, his gaze still elsewhere.
You live with me now. Come on, let's get going.
He flicked his tail to indicate their dirrection, but turned his neck toward her frame a last time, nudging her side gently. He then tossed his weight away carelessly, throwing his chest, neck, and head into a sloppy rearing-pivot. His playful spirit arisen, he pawed the earth once or twice, before darting away like a racer from the starting gate. He ate up the truf for a few dozen strides, before slowing, checking over his shoulder to be sure his newfound fea was accompanying him.
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Post by Evita on Nov 13, 2005 20:47:09 GMT -5
The mare lowered her neck, almost touching the cool earth. A breeze filtered through her mane as she lifted her tail into the wind. After the stallion nipped at her muzzle, she turned, nipping at his mane-line, then reaching for his forelock.
Evita watched him run off. She waited a moment, finally taking off at a controlled canter. The vix let her tail fall into the wind, it and her frame were carried high into the air, as if they alone were on parade. After a few more moments, she sped up to catch the stag, watching him turn to face her. The mare nickered for his patience, finally letting out a peircing squeel.
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Post by Rage~+~Aros on Nov 14, 2005 17:00:53 GMT -5
Ooc: You may post in the Main Herd Thread now at Sciro's Spawn ^^
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Post by Evita on Nov 14, 2005 20:43:16 GMT -5
OOC: darnit, I hate it when you stallions do that! lol
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Post by Rage~+~Aros on Nov 14, 2005 20:46:30 GMT -5
Ooc: ? lol srry.
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Post by Evita on Nov 15, 2005 14:40:52 GMT -5
;)OOC: lol nothing
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Post by Rage~+~Aros on Nov 15, 2005 18:32:35 GMT -5
Ooc: *Prods* Go ahed, Evvie. Post in the Main Herd Thread ;D Me n' Riv R allready there!
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