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Post by Hud Levine on Apr 17, 2012 16:41:05 GMT -5
Prarie dogs...
They were feisty little shits, but Dufresne had a system. He was the slef-proclaimed best hunter in the Homeland and with such an illustrious title came the will to succeed. The horned equine's unusual bodily need for meat had drawn him down from his usual perches in the Moorlands to Xorta. He entertained himself with the little animals, making sure to keep quiet as he approached one from behind as it sat atop its little mound, just waiting for danger to come near.
Dufresne wasn't an idiot; he knew they would sense him far before he'd be able to catch one. The key was to get them all scurrying this way and that until they got disoriented and retreated to a hole whose exit the predator had blocked and voila, he had them cornered. He stood guard at a hole he was sure housed at least three dogs, waiting. They'd lose their minds staying cooped up and come to check if the coast was clear sooner or later...
Dufresne faced the hole the whole time, lowering his head in an attempt to rest as he waited silently...
OOC: Muahaha <33
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Post by Thoxic on Apr 18, 2012 5:23:10 GMT -5
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Whatever had made her walk down into the Boondocks? Worse yet, into Xorta? There has been a long time since she had visited this place, and all that she would had thought of was that there would be no snow here. It was warm and the dry earth was cracked underneath her hooves, not an ideal place for running really, if you were running and accidentally got one of the hooves into one of those cracks, you would fall, hard.
But she wasn't running now, was she? All those thoughts only came through her head because she was bored, but she wouldn't be for much longer. She saw something, or someone, a little further away, and she slowed her steps, even though she didn't stop.
Her snowwhite appearence was clearly visible against the naked surroundings as she approached, just to see something that she had never seen before. That someone was a horse, a horse with horns! What the hell?! She had never seen a mutated horse before, but she had of course heard of them, but to stumble upon one with horns? And cloven hooves at that, she could see them from a distance. The horse was resting it seemed, so as his head hung down, she couldn't see the beard yet, but wasn't this an awfully strange place to be resting at?
Surprised as she was, she forgot to make her self noticed, she just stood, amazed by what she saw.
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Post by Hud Levine on Apr 19, 2012 22:30:07 GMT -5
The last thing Dufresne expected as he waited for the dogs to reemerge was a pretty girl.
The blue stallion raised his head quickly and quietly as he caught sight of her, his mind still mostly focused on the task at hand - lunch. It was fortunate that the hole lie between Dufresne and the newcomer; if it had been anywhere else than right in front of him, he might've forgotten it. He was one of the few, however, that knew his stomach was more important than his libido. His blue gaze shifted from the stark white temptress before him to his holed dogs who remained unseen by the mare. Dufresne stood completely still and quiet, hoping she would do the same.
His face pointed down, his eyes turned up to her, his one brow lifting in an attempt to tell her he couldn't speak now. The dogs would come up soon. In all honesty he wished she would've come at a different time. The stallion had different cravings than most and generally they weren't well-received. He couldn't imagine a pretty mare like her would be any different. Coming back to reality, he followed up his brow movements with a pursing of his lips as if he were shushing her silently...
OOC: They're gonna pop up in mah next post. :3
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Post by Thoxic on Apr 20, 2012 6:59:31 GMT -5
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Caitlyn had almost begun to say something, when she saw that little face he mad, like he didn't want her to speak now, like a littlle "shush", and then he returned his gaze down onto the ground. It wasn't until now that she saw the small hole he was standing in front of. Prairie dogs? What was he going to do? Play with them? Very well, she was going to be quiet then, if this was so important to the for the stranger stallion. But if he would make her stand there waiting for hours just because he would be abke ti play with some animals, he was wrong, she had other things to do. But for now, she stood still, watching him, and watching the hole.
She would never have guessed that she would meet a mutated horse like this, just randomly in the Xorta valley. Yet alone one that didn't want her to speak, like he thought this was some game and she would play along. Well, she would see for how long she would have to be still like this, but she wouldn't wait too long after all.
She tilted her head sligthly, quietly watching the blue stallion with his beard, horns and cloven hooves, how peculiar.
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Post by Hud Levine on Apr 20, 2012 20:09:39 GMT -5
Dufresne thought little of the mare's obliging him; he expected her to go along with it and supposed he was the smallest bit grateful. She was pretty in her simplicity - not something Dufresne was too used to seeing nowadays. He focused back down, hearing the nervous chattering of the varmints below the ground, his ears flicking this way and that in anticipation and his neck lowering his head closer to the hole.
The first to emerge would be Dufresne's only shot and he wouldn't waste it just because a mare had approached. The little guy sprang out of the hole like he'd just seen a snake and the stallion was quick to move. He snatched the rodent between his incisors, the creature barking its tiny little bark as Dufresne pulled his neck up to shake him into submission. His blue eyes taking a split second to look at the new mare, Dufresne decided it was best to turn from her while he had the creature in his grasp.
The great, horned stallion took a short jaunt toward a nearby scrub brush to finish the job there, where she couldn't see his handiwork. He didn't need to devour his prey right that second, but then again the flesh couldn't wait too long before the sun took hold of it. Dufresne put the dog out of its worried state and turned back to the mare, somewhat eager to hear her reaction so that he'd know whether or not it would be acceptable for him to have his lunch with her at such a close proximity. Most didn't take it well...
Then again, did he care what was acceptable? Generally, no. Then again, was he generally approached by such eyefuls?
"Well?" he asked simply, his eyes narrowed and his lips flat.
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Post by Thoxic on Apr 21, 2012 10:40:32 GMT -5
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At first when he lashed out at the prarie dog that came out of the hole, she thought he would catch it to play or something, but when she realized that so was not the case, she flinched for a second, especially when he went back behind a bush to kille the little thing. She didn't know how to react really, she had flinched when he had killed the creature, but that was more over the sound of cracking bones than the pure fact that he had killed it. She had seen death before, it didn't scare her, but that sound had been a little unnerving.
So when he looked at her and questioned her, she realized what he was going to do, how could it be any more obvious? He acted like a carnivore would do, like the cougars in the mountains she had recently been in. Since he had killed the little creature and appearently was waiting for something now that he looked at her, she turned away her gaze from the bush, like an acceptance. It was her answer on his question. He could do whatever he.. wanted to do. She wouldn't stop him, she just felt a little uncomfortable with the sounds, and probably the smell of blood, since that alone was a trigger for a horse's instincts to run away.
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Post by Hud Levine on Apr 22, 2012 9:06:59 GMT -5
Dufresne wasn't ashamed of his unusual "tastes". His brother had had them too, Mother rest his soul. He scoffed a little at the thought. What was he thinking, Dresdin didn't deserve to rest in peace any more than Dufresne did. Dufresne's older brother had been a hellion, to say the least. He'd looked up to his older brother as a colt and had engaged in so many activities with him that most of the locals considered them menaces. His brother had gone off on his own long ago, though. Dufresne had heard he'd fallen in battle. He loved his brother and he missed the times they'd had, but at the same time he knew the world was probably better off without him.
The mare looked away from his kill and the blue roan stallion took it as her sign of acceptance. He'd make quick work of his one...
Not long and Dufresne had stripped the carcass of its flesh, leaving only a bloodstained shell of the dog's existence behind. He didn't want to keep the girl waiting. He brushed the bones behind a shrub so that they would not be easily seen by the pristine mare and licked his lips in a small attempt at ridding them of the dark red liquid. The carnivorous side of his system would be set for a few days now...
"Sorry," he said simply, his face not really showing the apology his word had. He returned to the mare, facing her head-on...
OOC: Guy of few words today xD
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Post by Thoxic on Apr 27, 2012 19:49:46 GMT -5
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As she didn't want to look at the horrid scene, she turned her head away to be able to really close her eyes from it, and she put her ears back, to avoid hearing as much noises as he munched through the creature. It wasn't pleasant to be there right now, but at the same time, curiosity made her stay, because she had as said never seen a mutated horse before, she was eager to know more, even though she felt small to his big stature, with his horns and all. A carnivorus mutated stallion... What else was Mother Nature capable of in this world? She didn't know, but she sure was curious about it, and eager to learn.
When the stallion seemed to be finished and turned to her, licking his black lips, she opened her eyes to look at him, and she pricked the white ears slightly forward, to better be able to hear what he said. Sorry? Well, maybe that wasn't the right word for it, but okay.
"Ehm, it's okay.. I guess."
She said slightly, shifting the weight slightly between her light colored hooves. Everything about her was light, except the eyes, they were a depp chocolate brown with blue spots in them.
"Who are you?"
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Post by Hud Levine on May 12, 2012 13:03:58 GMT -5
"Name's Dufresne," he said as his eyes shifted from the pale beauty to the skies behind her, his head tilted slightly. His stern gaze flitted this way and that, intent on finding a buzzard before long. They never took long to find him on one of his... days. After searching the dry skies, Dufresne's stance remained defensive though his focus turned to the white damsel.
"Not the best place for a girl like you, I'd figure," he pronounced, his great horns moving as his head did while he spoke. Such extensions of the stallion made his head's every movement noticeable. He was quite proud of them, really. He was not new to using them either. Their namesakes didn't live around here, but there were plenty of deer around to slake his natural thirst for battle. Then again, Dufresne never had been as provokative as his brother had been towards others. The thought of Dresdin's life made the blue roan beast's teeth clench behind his dark lips. As he shook the thought off, he went back to thinking about this girl. What was such a stark, pure mare doing in the dusty old dried-up Boondocks?
"What's yours?" he spat. He didn't really mean to sound as angry as he normally did. The off-putting tone had been built-in since birth.
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