Trill Stalker
Mare
In the Beginning there was darkness. Then light was made. So we could see the truth about our-self.
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Post by Trill Stalker on Jun 3, 2008 13:53:28 GMT -5
The mare saw him and started to slow down, he knew how hard it was to stop at a full gallop but still, he could not stop his startled laugh as the feme finaly stoped and had her two front hooves in the air. He could only remeber having seen that pose from his colthood. It reminded him of his past and he instantly stifened.
The smell of blood entered his nostrils and he took in all of the laying feme, she had cut herself on something but she also had the smell of preditore on her. Zarian looked around but there was no carnivores to be senced. Slowly lowering his dark grey head he filled his nostrills with her sent, she smelled of fear, puma and fresh mare. His eye's darkened, he had not seen another horse in years and he was ready to thrust the feme right here and now but the mare was obviously in distress and had some pain running through her body.
Twitching his ear, Zarian asked, And what are doing on my land little feme? You should know that life is not safe without a band. Yes his words were creepy but what are you suposed to say in a situation like this, only lord would know
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Post by mewlie on Jun 3, 2008 20:09:17 GMT -5
She shivered and sneezed. Hello to you too, she said, clumsily collecting herself to stand up and look at the stallion; face-to-face. She looked curiously at her shoulder at the feeling of warm blood trickling down her foreleg.
Oh, that's smooth Sulu. Real smooth, she muttered, nosing herself gently before sticking her muzzle next to his. Taking deep, even breaths, she let his smell enter her, her mind registering him into the list of known horses.
Cocking her cranium to one side, she studied him intently with her right eye. And who the hell said this was your land, she said suddenly, her optics hardening in accusation.
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Trill Stalker
Mare
In the Beginning there was darkness. Then light was made. So we could see the truth about our-self.
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Post by Trill Stalker on Jun 4, 2008 14:20:20 GMT -5
A dark brow raised and a chuckle left his mouth. I just said that this was my land. The mare was at least half crazy, he would have bet his life on it. You can call me Zarian. His eyes wandered over the femme’s bod and found that the images depicted had him thinking dirty thoughts. Zarian slowly shook his head and took in a deep breath of cold night air, trying to clear his mind; he only succeeded in drawing in the femme’s scent which sent his head spinning. Wow it had been a long time since he had been this close to a femme and his ‘buddy’ was just begging to come out and say hello to the femme’s arrs.
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Post by mewlie on Jun 4, 2008 14:58:49 GMT -5
Sulu snorted, a small cloud of steam rising from her nostrils.
Well, Zarian, I'm Sulu. Nice to meet...you, she paused, sensing a tension in the stallion. She took a step closer.
Hey, are you okay? You look like the devil just touched you. She thrust her muzzle forward, touching his and taking in his breath directly. I'm not sure you're fit enough to take on this land, Sulu said skeptically. She flicked her tail at a biting insect that rested on her flank.
Leaning out her foreleg, Sulu lipped away the flies and mosquitos that bothered her. Ugh, bloody parasites. How can you stand them?
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Trill Stalker
Mare
In the Beginning there was darkness. Then light was made. So we could see the truth about our-self.
Posts: 448
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Post by Trill Stalker on Jun 4, 2008 15:51:11 GMT -5
Zarians lips curled into a smile, pearly whites gleaming in the moonlight. I can asure you the devil was there for my birth. And he would most likely be the death of him. He stiffened instantly at the Sulu’s next words, the femme did not believe that he had the power to lead the land they stood upon. It hurt his pride to hear it but he shoved it to the side, the femme was playing with fire and she had just walked into the blue inferno.
You don’t think that I am fit enough to take on this land? He bit out the words, his voice deep. His dark eyes held an unsaid threat with the way he glared down at the filly. And why is that? Taking a few grace filled movements Zarian’s dark bulk hovered over the femme. She complained about something ells, almost like she was trying to get his mind off of what she had said before but the words still rung clearly in his ears.
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Post by mewlie on Jun 4, 2008 21:26:58 GMT -5
Sulu raised her head slightly, ears pricked backwards. She felt him come closer, and disliked it. She never liked people to get close.
Raising her head to stare him in the eye, Sulu emitted a low, warning nicker, her nares flaring, tail twitching. Get out of my way, boy, she snarled and pushed her own chest against the older and taller stallion's. She was challenging him subtly.
The devil may have been there at your birth, but he was the one who raised me, she said sarcastically, brushing past Zarian with a young, proud air. She flicked her tail in his direction.
A little colt could rule better then an old hack like you, she snorted childishly, giggling at her own insult.
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Trill Stalker
Mare
In the Beginning there was darkness. Then light was made. So we could see the truth about our-self.
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Post by Trill Stalker on Jun 10, 2008 14:14:24 GMT -5
Zarians ears flicked high above his head at the femme's warning nicker, it was almost like she was a stallion challenging him. And then she pressed her chest into his, her sweet scent filled his nostrils and any doubts bout her being another stallion left his mind; she was just another over confident mare. You contradicted your self there, calling me a boy and then and old hack. Zarian turned his bulk and came to face her arrs, she was walking slowly away from him. If I am a boy then I have the youth-full appearance of one and his spirit, but if I am an old hack then I have the experience and wisdom of him. He really could find no harm in her words even though she had obviously meant for him to take the speech hard.
He watched the femme with dark orbs and listened to her childish laugh; the femme was an obvious nut case. To first challenge his authority then make fun of him and then lastly laugh at him. Well she would have to learn from her mistakes the hard way; just like he had. If you plan to leave this land and my presence then I suggest you turn around. For you walk deeper into my heart. The words slipped from his mouth, they were deep and unkind.
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