you wanna? (open)

[moxygurl♥]

Well well well the time of the year has finally come. But courting isn’t always a stallions favorite thing to do. Especially when it came to Jericho performing such a task. Yes he was a charmer, and good guy but it was slowly eating away at his brain to try to figure out just what to do for this season. The dark chestnut stage paced back and forth in the small spot he had been walking in. Slowly a rut in the green grass was beginning to form. Apparently he had been there a while.

Though his battle with Erebus had been long past he was still paying for it. The injury to his right shoulder had healed and was almost as good as new. Maybe still tender, but over all nothing to bat an eye at. On the other hand, now the left forelimb was the one being favored. The cut upon his withers had grown infected a season ago and caused the injury to be prolonged. But now it was slowly staring to heal. White hairs were starting to show through the bald spot around the cut where new skin had formed. It will later grow to be a colorless spot on his liver chestnut coat, even the part of his mane that had been affected by the slash will turn white.

But back to the matter at hand, would the mares here really want to go through with this after such a short time of knowing each of them. Well Renegade was defiantly out of the question. She already had a foal by her side. So that only left Illivexas. Thinking this made the brute stop for a moment. It was earlier this year that he had lost One Heart due to natural causes. The mare had held a special place in his heart, she was kind and gentle. Then again there’s nothing one can do to stop nature.

Sighing the male’s big brown eyes took in the lilac trees around him. They were starting to change colors a sure sign that fall was fast approaching winter. Finally the brute made up his mind. A dagger struck the ground as his confidence began to come back to life. His usual proud self showing through the uneasiness that had consumed him. When he saw Illivexas next he would be sure to ask her. Hopefully that was before the seasons changed once again. For now he would remain in this little spot, working out the right words to say.

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[rayvencullen.]

I had felt safe here.

It was impossible for the dappled vixen to feel safe anywhere nowadays. Not with the fall approaching and food becoming scarce for the predators, but here she knew there were horses that would protect her with their lives. So in the tall grasses she had been laying, letting the rising sun warm the skin covering her flesh and bones, her front limbs tucked protectively underneath her breastplates and stomache. Elegante features were soft, ears relaxed backwards and chocolate gaze closed behind her lids. You couldn't really say her forelock was hiding her view, for this andalusian didn't have a forelock. It was then she rocked forward in her sleep and hit her nose against the ground, sending a shock up the bridge of her nose and down her spine. Shaking the pain from her facade she gave a groan, curling her nape around to rest her head on the grasses while casually sniffing at a few dandylions.

Oh how I miss you, Jericho.

Not long after that thought ran through her head a tired call rang through the meadow in which she could be found - all day every day. Black lips pursed in thought as she contemplated getting up and wandering off to find him, and when she did rock forward to get up she stumbled and fell back to the ground where she lay a few seconds before getting back up. Sprawling out her limbs she shook herself violently to free the pollen and dirt from her growing fur. Pulling off into a restless walk she stalked with such grace through the meadow and through a few lilac trees, the petals gracing her entrance to the king as she ducked through them. She stopped to look at the liver brute, a smile on her facade before gathering her limbs up in a slow piaffe before coming to a complete stop next to her king. "Hello, my king. You look mighty fine today."

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[moxygurl♥]

The little spot where he had been standing had been pretty quiet. The only sounds that seemed to drift to the stag’s ears were that of the birds over head retreated to warmer climates for the winter, and that of the smaller animals that seemed to live in the trees about him. The calming absence of noise eased his mind. The thinking’s and wonderings of his thoughts seemed to cease as Jericho closed his eyes and relaxed. His mind went blank, soothing colors swirled behind the closed lids. The equine’s body swayed slowly from side to side. The movement could not be seen, but he could feel it, especially in his left foreleg. But simultaneously he was attempting to block the pain from making connection to his brain. Stupid sensory neurons, they always seemed to pick up the hurtful touches instead of the gentle ones.

He was so lost in this quiet world that he had almost not noticed the approach of the other bodice towards his own. It wasn’t until the voice spoke to him, that Jer snapped out of his trance. Brown orbs quickly fixated upon the pale form in of his queen beside him. A warm smile curled his dark chestnut muzzle. “Vexas, my dear. You are always a pleasing sight to see.” His lyrics slipped smoothly from his lips, as his dial reached around in an attempt to lightly nuzzle her throatlatch. As he stood he made sure that most of his weight was off the tender shoulder. His lanterns then took a sweeping glance of the area about him. “Peaceful day is it not?” the stud asked without looking back at her.

Yes, indeed he was jumping about the question that instantly jumped into his mind. He was too polite and chivalrous to just jump right out and ask away. No, he had most certainly been taught better than that in the days of his youth. His harks twitched ever so slightly towards the fem that stood near him. But still the inquiry was there, lurking behind the small talk he was trying to kick up. Inwardly his kicked himself. Taking a silent deep breath he slowly released the nagging issue. Big brown eyes held a loving, and yet cautious look. “My Queen, I have a very important question to ask of you. The seasons have changed…” his voice trailed off for a moment as he collected his words. “I was wondering what your thoughts of having a foal were?”

There that was not a completely ass hole way of asking the question and it was polite enough for him to feel slightly better about saying it out loud. Still he braced his mind for her reaction. Would she be mad? Scared? Unsure? Happy? Instantly he became somewhat nervous and insecure, but he did his best to keep those feelings concealed from his facial features. After all, the lead stallion was supposed to be tall, proud, and full of confidence.

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