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Post by kent on May 16, 2008 13:42:43 GMT -5
My surroundings were fairly fresh, snow laid fast against the trees and a thin layer of ice covered the stream. However it still ran and the faint sound of water rushing along was, as I say, faint in the air. My hooves crunched into the snow as I made my way across the open ground. I was weary, being slow in the snow and quite open to attack. I was a fresh young stallion, not an old geaser who would be easy prey, and the element of surprise was taken away. Still, I was naturally wary. My ears twitched every now and again, catching nothing in the air. I felt alone int his expanse of area, my gray against the white. It all seemed so dull, yet there was vibrance about this place that managed to lift my mood. However damaged I was emotionally, that could not take away my need for freedom. Peace was a large part of me, I needed it as much as I needed air, water and food. It was a welcomed essential.
I breathed in the air, energy coming in waves through my aching muscles. I eyed my surroundings for a few moments longer before I pranced forwards in a loping trot. It was uneven with the snow, but I managed a fairly neat trot considering. Finally I grew bored of the trot and lurched myself forwards into a canter. I sped over the snow and reached the stream where I was met with the cold. I reacted immediatly but jumping back, shying from the cold and instead doubling back on myself, heading the other way. It was an easy transition and I lowered my head, curving inwards. My body was almost completely rounded, yet I had no rider to neaten up my shape. I didn't need that, this was of my own accord. This was me.
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Post by lynx'' on May 16, 2008 13:52:25 GMT -5
S O P H I E
Watch Out...
Muzzle curved into a smirk as she saw the stallion approching. Her dark pelt was visiable against the white surroundings, they looked so light and bubbly. It sickened her. With a harsh snort, she whipped her body out of her hiding place in the trees, the branches whipping and slashing at her body, tearing into her skin, however, this did not bother her in the slightest. Harks were pinned back, black eyes were narrowed to slits and nostrils were flared. Her three beat pace did not slow as she neared him, instead, she picked up her pace into a gallop, a flash of teeth was emitted and she skidded to a halt infront of this brute, splashing snow everywhere as if it were water. She snorted sharply at this grey. A sharp whip of her tail cracked through the air, and she eyed this beast with curiousity.
...'Cuz I don't like the new guys
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Post by kent on May 16, 2008 14:06:24 GMT -5
It was not long before my prancing show was ended by the sight of a mare galloping full speed ahead towards me. I did not take the challenge lightly and was immediatly on the defensive. I slwoed myself however to avoid the approaching mare. She was the first to halt however, snow piling in the air towards me. I avoided it as best I could, dots of it flecking across my grey coat. Her curious gaze was met with my own, defensive stare. I raised my head, ears pricked forwards. All fours were square as I sniffed the air, her scent wafting towards me. I snorted and mimicked her flicking of the tail, pawing at the ground with my front hoof. Morning. It was fairly polite, but ifI was met with rudeness I would simply return it. Of course, if I did not change my mind. I could very well do so. My personality changed on a daily basis and I was not one to keep up to date.
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Post by lynx'' on May 20, 2008 4:48:28 GMT -5
S O P H I E
Sophie smirked as she saw the brute try and dodge the snow that was hurtling towards him, however, she was snapped out of her dreams Morning... morning? She scoffed, this was typical, yet another meeting with a light filth. However, this time, she would act a light, and see where it got her, no, prehaps that was a bad idea. She shook her dial wildly and arched her neck in the way only pure arabians could, she bared her teeth and snapped at the stallion, this time, not meaning to touch his body. She snorted sharply in discust and spoke Well well well, who do we have here? She mocked, blinking slowly and snapping her eyes back open. Waiting for some response off this creature.
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Post by kent on May 28, 2008 13:11:34 GMT -5
My eyes wandered every so slowly over the feminine curves this Arabian portrayed, rounding her body with the curve of her pure-blood neck. I watched with silent enjoyment though the plain and simple "expression" on my face was no give away of this. I amde sure of this fact. I was held satisfactory for the moment, of course twitching when she made the move to nip me again but never intending to bite the flesh. Instinct. It was a bitch when it did kick in. It'd make you look like an arse most of the time. Cautiousness was considered...unnecessary at the worst of times, especially in company that would of course put you down for it.
Expecting a name? I queried, flicking my nail just once before snorting rather sharply. My eyes began their way again over her features, mainly attracted to her regal head now. The head and curve of the neck, she could only be an Arabian. Cocky breed, that. Or quite innocent. It was never hard to tell which they were.
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