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Post by Hud Levine on Nov 25, 2012 23:56:24 GMT -5
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At thirteen years of age, Rhys was not getting any younger physically, but mentally he was as sharp as he'd ever been.
The peastallion thought of himself as surely one of the most accomplished stallions in the Homeland, having spread his seed this way and that, siring an innumerable number of foals. He himself had no way of knowing how many breedings had yielded tangible results, but what did he care? His desires had been satiated and that was all that mattered.
Today was like any other day. The fire inside of him burned like that of a three-year-old's. He had the stamina any mare could possibly want and the endurance other stallions envied. Not to mention, he had the most lustrous mane and tail of any equine. His beauty could not be paralleled.
Rhys stood today calmly, his black eyes quick to spot movement in the forest. He chewed his grassy breakfast slowly today, his head low to the ground but his eyes scanning before him. As Rhys' tail flicked back and forth, he waited to see which young bunny he would pursue today...
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Post by Thoxic on Nov 26, 2012 0:09:52 GMT -5
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Her coat was snow white, but it shifted in colors like the inside of seashells, so her coat was white, but was iridescent in blue, pink, green, gold, peach, turquoise.. all the colors in the rainbow. Her mane and tail showed the same display of being snowwhite, but shimmering in all these colors. And as if that weren't enough, there were white feathers in her long mane and tail, white with an iridescent middle.
The only parts of her coat not showing any color was a little white around her eyes, the white tips of her ears and the snip that she had. She knew she was different, looked different, but she didn't even cared the slightest about what others thought about it, she was porud of her looks, and always had been. It was something she had learned from her mother, to never look down on one self, and she never did either. She was a gentle soul, and would always be, but never the less, she was independent, and so were her siblings, or so she had heard.
Walking the Auster wood as usual, she didn't think much would come from this day, but as she walked a few steps more, the scent of a stallion hit her like a wall, making her turn her delicate head to look around. He wasn't hard to spot, and his looks hit her harder than anything had before. Blue and green, with peacock feathers.. he looked like her but with different colors and white markings.. She stood like starstuck and looked at him, the wind blowing out her pearly mane with all it's pale feathers. Who was this stallion?
"Jorie speech"
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Post by Hud Levine on Dec 1, 2012 20:46:00 GMT -5
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She could not be missed.
As if on queue, the most stunning creature he'd ever seen came into view. It was as if his whole life had been leading up to this point. All of the other mares were simply practice in preparation for the beauty Rhys beheld at this moment.
He would have to have her. There was no question about that.
Immediately Rhys' fire burned bright. He would never let his age get in the way of this one. The peastallion tossed his head with a mighty whinny in her direction, pulling up into a small rear before lighting back down and heading in her direction at a brisk trot. As he got closer, he saw the light hit her coat and mane, changing their colors in a pearly blur. Her feathers mirrored his own, though they matched her subtly colorful scheme better. His black eyes transfixed on her frame, Rhys almost forgot to breathe. She was so perfect - so angelic. He needed her.
Recapturing his cool, the stallion stopped a perhaps impolite distance from her, their noses nearly touching. The stallion took in a whiff of the mare and his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. His smirk was characteristic. "What's 'ere, then? A pre'ty li'tle buhd awl lost in Austuh?" Rhys took a few steps back and raised his tail with pride. "Ah can 'elp you find yuh way..." With mischief on his mind, Rhys did everything he could from simply pouncing.
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Post by Thoxic on Dec 1, 2012 21:12:14 GMT -5
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As the stallion obviously had laid eyes on her, she could see his muscles tense before trotting up to her with big, gaudy strides, the feathers in his mane and tail dancing as did the hair. He was much more striking than her, mainly because of his colors, since her coat was much duller. But it had it's play of colors, in the right light that is, and here in the Auster woods the play of light throught the crowns of the trees was magnificient.
She was unknowing of the stallions desires, or rather, the extent of them, because his almost flirty attitude as he got closer told her more than a thousand words. The way he carried himself was that of a charmer, a ladies man, and she prepared herself for just that, since she decided for herself that she wasn't going to fall for it.
She shook her head and mane for a brief second as he stopped by her, and she reached for his muzzle with her own, but very careful, as she checked out his scent. It was merely a formal greeting, as she already knew he was a stallion, and that he seemed to be alone, he had no scents around him that reminded of a herd, of other horses than himself.
As he greeted her, and said that she seemed to be lost, she couldn't help but laugh, a clear, silvery sound in the warm air and golden light of the Auster tree crowns. When she looked at him with her pale jade eyes, the look upon her face was smiling, the natural white arount her eyes framing the eyes, and the snip on her muzzle showing a bit of pink skin.
"Oh dear, I'm no lost anythin'.. But what are you but a lost hunter looking for a foxy lady?"
She teased him so clearly, but did it with that lovely smile and almost flirtatious eyes that looked on him under her thick, long forelock with it's white a iridescent feathers.
"Jorie speech"
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Post by Hud Levine on Dec 11, 2012 13:59:19 GMT -5
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Her reach for his nose encouraged the stallion. She was curious as well, it seemed. Her laugh was invigorating and inviting; Rhys couldn't take his eyes off of her as she made the beautiful sounds. All of the other mares were insignificant as he watched her.
Her voice... Familiar? Similar to his own but different at the same time? More feminine, for sure... It was a perplexing thing to pile on the poor, captivated stallion all the while entrancing him with her every movement. "'Fox'? The only fing Ah see here is an angel," he said with a bit of a smirk. Some birds were foxes, some were more than that. This one was surely exceptional.
OOC: SHORT BUT I WAS CUT OFF! SOWWY!
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Post by Thoxic on Dec 21, 2012 11:14:41 GMT -5
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She tossed her delicate little head and looked around her, her jade eyes taking in everything that was around them, and she smiled at his compliment. He tried to charm her, that much was clear, and she wasn't stupid enough to fall for it, not in that way. Of course she found him stunning and charming, but she wasn't some foolish mare that would fall for just about anything. She could hold her ground against his charm, she knew it, even though it was tempting to give in, just a little bit.
"Angel? Now, who's tryin' hard to charm 'is way into one's mind?"
She looked at him with a look that said that she thought that he was very naughty indeed, and she shook her head just slightly, before taking a few steps around him, delicate hooves easily placed on the ground to walk around his blue hued body.
She didn't think of herself as beautiful, not in that way or sense so being called Angel maybe wasn't a thing she was used to either. He wasn't the first who tried to be charming, although she had never met anyone quite so.. dazzling.
"And what name does the hunter bear? I'm Jorie, if that is to any use of you."
She said with a smile before looking back over her shoulder as she continued walking, she didn't like being still just for a conversation, but he could always walk with her.
"Jorie speech"
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