c a t c h - me *if* you - C A N {Light Mare}

[zen]

Soft footfalls signified the entrance of the tawny brown mare, her flowing chocolate locks dancing on the wind behind her as she pelted through the trees that bordered a large valley. She'd been searching for this place for ages, at least a month. She snorted, signifying her arrival. Her hooves slowed to a lazy lope, patting the dewy emerald grass rhythmically. Her amber orbs glanced back and forth, her slender legs carrying her over the terrain, subtle as a owl whisking through the trees on a silent night. She slowed again when she saw a bunch of comfrey pass her, and she spread her hind legs, locked her front knees, and skidded to a halt that any champion cutting horse would envy. And it was done with such grace and fluidity, some could ponder whether this was a real horse or if it were a ghost; a trick of the mind. But that question be answered no, for this was truly a real vixen.

Key jogged over to that bunch of comfrey, her dark beige daggers lifting up gracefully, nearly touching her belly as she went, her hind hooves picking up just as nimbly. Then she came to a silky stop, and she sniffed the plant curiously. She looked around, taking detailed memory of the location, in case she'd ever need the herb, and then turned back in the direction of the clearing she was originally headed for. Bolting through the trees soundlessly, she saw the clearing come into sight. But it wasn't without an obstacle. Giving a effortless push from her front legs that soon tucked under her torso, and a heavier one from her hinds, she leapt the mossy log with ease. And after that, she was in the gorgeous clearing. She'd arrived at a good time, in the morning, when it was still cool and you wouldn't swelter in the summer sun. She snorted once more, gave a shake of her tawny head, and walked calmly to a small pool of fresh, spring-fed water. How lovely. She lowered her elegant cranium, and sipped from the cool liquid, letting it slosh down her throat, smoothing her parched and dry throat. After she was finished, she lifted her head to the sky, as it was decorated in heavenly hues of pink, orange, yellow, blue and lavender as the sun rose. So enchanting.

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{ c a e s e r ;;

- defeat does not exist. [/right]

There were so many stops and bumps in the road to survive – if you choose the wrong path you were doomed, you’d die, perish and no one would ever know you existed. But some were lucky – some were destined to exist and prosper, and I considered myself one of them. I pretty much had everything I could possibly wish for – a beautiful mare, a handsome colt and almost my old land back; a slight frown appeared on my pale lips – the other stallion Kantaro had disappeared and hopefully that meant that he surrendered my lands back.

I danced forward on steady legs and soon I crossed the border to the Dekera Falls – it had been a while since I was here the last time, would there be any mares seeking a permanent home? I knew that Viva would like some company very much – my other mares had disappeared when I had left to save my sister, but who could blame them? My absence had lasted for years. I raised my golden crown as the familiar scent of a mare wafted in my nostrils – and I changed my path to make sure that it would lead me to the female, I wasn’t surprised when she came into view – and I stepped closer to her to get a better look. Beautiful chestnut skin was spread across her muscular frame – I twisted my head slightly to the side as I rummaged through my head for a name, Quarter Horse? Yes! That was it – I hadn’t actually met a quarter horse before, but I had heard tales of them. She was much more muscular and bulky than me – but that didn’t ruin her beauty in any way, no, she was stunning in her own way – and I longed to know her better already.

I slowly approached her – walking closer and closer to I reached the small pool which she was drinking from. “Greetings fae, mind if I join you for a drink?” I called out in a calm tone – it was a question hiding another question; could I come closer? Would she shy away or approach me with equal interest? My golden pelt gave off a gentle glow in the early morning sun – and as I glanced down in the clear pool, I stared directly into my own bright sapphire orbs. Soon enough I shifted my gaze back to the young mare again. “I’m Caesar of the Misty plains, may I know your name?” I asked with a gentleman voice – yes I had always been a gentleman, never pushing my precious mares into anything they didn’t want; if they didn’t want foals it was fine with me and even if they didn’t return my feelings they were always welcome to live on my lands.

I guess most would call me ‘The Caretaker’ – who else would let mares live on their territory, who didn’t want anything to do with you? I wrinkled my nose as I thought of the filthy darks – taking slave mares and raping them! I had heard the stories of this ‘Chaos’ that lived to the far south of Midnight Acres, and I wasn’t impressed by his achievements – how could anyone live like that? Enjoy pain and agony? Live on dark unwelcoming lands? I shook my golden crown as a sigh slipped from my kissers – I quickly shifted my eyes to the mare again and sent her an apologizing smile, I probably looked pretty silly in her eyes. [/color][/size]

[zen]

The tawny doe lifted her head, and saw at once the golden stallion who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Of course, that was how she would put it since she hadn't really been paying attention, but nevertheless, she nickered in response. Key, who had never seen mistreatment or abuse or neglect from a stallion, and who had grown up well-taught and well-mannered, did not fear any horse. Of course, she was wary of darks, but she knew not all were as bad as rumors say. Some were simply misunderstood because of their fellow horses. She disliked that sort of behavior of blaming. It was rude, arrogant; blaming an entire alliance for what one may have done was careless and lazy, when surely one could find the real criminal and blame only them.

Key blinked slowly at Caeser, and nodded her head in permission. Key wasn't a big talker, although her voice was like a wind chime being carressed by the soft breeze. Her mother often teased her for it as a foal.

-Flashback-
The large mare laughed in her somewhat hoarse voice; she always chatted, gossiped, and talked, thus she usually had a sore throat. She glanced down at her little brown filly, who was watching a couple colts play out in the field. Her mother nudged her, and she turned to look.
"You never speak, my little Key. Why not? You voice is very pretty, are you afraid to show it off?"
She had laughed, and Key had flicked her ears back in annoyance and glared at her mother. The mare laughed again.
-End Flashback-

Key lifted her head up as she was warded out of her thoughts by his voice. She blinked.

"... Huh?"

She asked cluelessly, and then her memory jumbled his sentence together in her mind. She raised her head a little in acknowledgment.

"Oh, pardon. My name is Key."

She replied, and grinned sheepishly. She often daydreamed as well; some horses thought it was annoying when she zoned out all the time, but she didn't mind. She would simply smile innocently, bat her eyelashes and bob her head like some dumb mule. It worked everytime, and everyone thought she was as stupid as a rock.

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[Sohalia]

Noel

My slender bay limbs brings me into this land for the second time. I myself liked this land with the waterfalls and thick timbers. It was a good place to come to clear your head, but it was the claim land. I was making my way down the path. My smokey talons crushed the small twigs that laid upon the earth. I wasn't worry about being silent. Where would you get in life without being heard? No where, thats where!

My cerebrum lower toward the earth while I took in the scents from the soil like some kind of blood hound. The scents told my that there was a mare and another stallion here. That was good. I didn't have a problems toward another stallion. That was me tho. I get along with just about everyone. My limbs brings me toward the sent. Then I noticed the bodices of two others. I could hear there words in the distance from where I was at as I began to step forth to show myself to them.

So the mares name was key and the brutes name was Caesar eh. I step forth and came to a halt, giving both the respected space. I let a smile form up my bay mug as I notice the mare was a Quarter Horse. We have something in common as we shared the same breed type. I began to open my mug while I began to speak. Greetings Key and Caesar. I'm Noel from Elixar Grove. Its nice to meet both of you. How are you doing today mame? Indeed my tone held a friendly manner to both parties. My long inky whip cord beated my sides as I waited to hear there sound waves.