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Post by Scarlette on May 28, 2012 17:28:59 GMT -5
The cracked earth was...well, boring. The mare’s ruby colored eyes stared down at it in distaste. Why on earth did she decide to come to this hell hole in the first place? With a snort, the mare shook her head slightly. Her eyes could see the tell tale signs that it wasn’t always so dry and cracked, however. The place was warm, without being too warm, so she couldn’t begrudge it of that particularly pleasant detail. The place was rather open and bare, which was also a nice feature, since it would leave any predators or other equines in plain sight. She didn’t have to constantly glance over her shoulder here.
The two toned mare continued her walk at a leisurely pace, letting her dark red eyes take in what little details there were. There were signs of life, but she had yet to see anything but a few snakes and some strange little rodents popping up from out of the ground. She had to fight the urge to stomp upon their holes. They made such annoying sounds, anyways.
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Post by Hud Levine on Jun 13, 2012 18:10:18 GMT -5
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The Valley was not exactly a haunt of Dufresne's, but it surely would be now.
He'd been following the goddess for what felt like hours but truly only amounted to 25-or-so minutes. The longer the horned equine followed, the more he wanted to introduce himself. It wasn't like him to seek out company, but here he was. The red and blue mare had unintentionally snuck up on him and now he couldn't take his pale blue eyes off of her hide. Part of it matched his own, but the other half... The other half was different and he wanted to see it firsthand.
Unsure of what he was doing, Dufresne took the leap. The sheep-esque equine took a step out from behind the Boondock's many scrub brushes and let out a quiet nicker as he took a few steps toward her. It felt so unnatural; he was a hunter, not a charmer. Du didn't know the first thing about treating a mare properly. Dresdin surely hadn't been any help in that department. The barbarian took no interest in wooing, only mating. Luckily for Dufresne, he'd never had any interest. Until now.
The stallion tossed his head a little, his great black horns animating his movements. "We don't get many newcomers here," his voice rasped loud enough for her to hear.
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Post by Scarlette on Jun 17, 2012 13:20:44 GMT -5
Tzeitel was getting anxious. The lack of anything behind the annoying rodents constantly popping up and chirping at her for stomping on their holes was getting to be too monotonous already. She had left her homeland in search of adventure and new things to see, and its neighbored proved to be a very poor source of the things she desired. The blue and red mare let out a slight snort out of indignation. If this was what the world outside the sandy dunes was like, then the world was certainly in a miserably boring state.
Her disappointment was short lived, however. There was a stirring to one side of her, before the nicker reached her ears. Twisting out of her dark mane, the mare’s ears perked forward as her ruby colored eyes were drawn to the rather interesting sight before her. She had seen many strange horses in her time, after all the child of the Dune King was rather weird looking, but he was certainly more pleasing to look at than the others by far. The horns were the most interesting aspect to Tzetiel. Great horns curled enough to avoid impalement, yet could be useful in a fight if needed. It was a curiosity that Tzetiel wanted to know more about, but refrained from firing off questions that would probably come off as rude.
The raspy voice that reached out to her only seemed to fit him. The mare couldn’t help but let a small smile curl itself around her white and blue lips. “That’s a pity, considering the entertainment there is here,” she replied, and as if to drive home the point of her subtle joke, a slate grey hoof came down upon another hole, narrowly avoiding crushing the groundhog that had popped up to chatter at her. “My name is Tzeitel. May I know your’s?” she inquired, her attention now solely trained on him, forgetting her previous irritation.
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Post by Hud Levine on Jun 18, 2012 0:48:23 GMT -5
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As he neared her, Du noted her toying with the prairie dog holes, covering this and that hole. The things were no doubt scared out of their little yellow skins. He didn't smell carnivore on her though; she was just messing with them for fun, it seemed. Girl after his own heart.
"It's Dufresne," he obliged rather quietly but with all the grit from before distorting his voice, his tone denoting a sense of loneliness that he didn't often reveal. Looking at her made him lose his guard. Had he ever lost his appetite in the company of those blasted rodents? His mouth did not water at the sight of one of those tiny, black-tipped tails today. No. She was all he could see. Perhaps this was what drove others so mad - lust. It surely was a wonder he'd never felt it before.
The blue, horned beast swallowed inaudibly as he allowed himself the privilege of looking over the mare. She was beautiful. There was no other word he could think of. His cloven hooves stayed put as he looked her way, his stone cold blue eyes focused on her ruby ones.
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Post by Scarlette on Jun 20, 2012 19:24:56 GMT -5
“Dufresne.”
It was a statement – a test of how it would roll off her tongue. The r rolled, mostly due to the accent that she bore. Ruby colored eyes were unabashedly assessing him. She was never one to mask her intentions, as it was; why should she hide the fact she was appreciating him? No doubt a stallion like himself would like the appreciation, so she assumed.
It was a bold move to make, but bold was what made up a large portion of Tzeitel’s identity. The mare moved with slow, fluid movements, closing the distance between herself and the horned stallion. The mare’s head tilted to the side slightly, as if contemplating her next move. “Are you a native here?” she asked, genuinely curious. He had managed to sneak up on her, despite her alertness. He had to of known something she did not, or merely knew the land better than she did. Her curiosity was never ending. Sure, she was placing herself in harm’s way, but she knew she was nimble enough to skirt away if an issue arose.
Though by the look on his face, he wasn’t planning on driving her away anytime soon...And that suited her just fine.
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Post by Hud Levine on Aug 1, 2012 10:47:50 GMT -5
OOC: Yeeeahhhh, sorry about this one. :/ Let's start a new one later with Zelda!
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