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Post by Seele Studio on Jun 22, 2012 11:41:42 GMT -5
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The Mire had always intrigued young Ginebre and now she was on her way to see just what this 'hidden' land had to show. She was never afraid of new place or animals, not even the roughest thunderstorm could scare her, but she had heard stories about Yacare Mire. Stories of strange horses dealing in dark arts and 'black magic'. She hoped she saw no such equine during her visit.
Once she reached the foul smelling swamp she noticed how sticky and wet the ground was, even in winter. It made her think of getting stuck, or never getting the muck out of her normally silky feathers. Shaking her head she pushed the thought away and continued on, enjoying all the sound that Yacare had to offer. After a while of not seeing anyone she could talk to, Ginebre called out a greeting hoping to get one in return.
(sorry this sucks, I am not used to Ginebre yet)
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Post by Hud Levine on Jun 22, 2012 22:03:01 GMT -5
 The call did not fall upon deaf ears.
Hostetler had been browsing nearly a hundred feet away; the call was quite precise. Having grown up in the swamp, the tri-colored stallion was very in tune with his home and how to hear a voice amidst the loud din of swamp creatures. The Mire was much quieter during the colder months, when most had gone into hibernation.
It was a rare occurrence to find Hoss alone nowadays. With his brother returned with a mare and all of his herd mares with child (or children, in his queen's case), Hostetler rarely had time for himself. It didn't last long before an unfamiliar call wafted through his ears and caused his brown and blue eyes to sparkle. Newcomers were always welcome in the Mire, it was simply that they didn't get many. Stories of dark magic had made their way out of the swamp and into other territories, frightening off potential visitors. Hoss was glad to hear such a sweet, unfamiliar sound today.
The stallion pulled up from searching for food and directed his face toward the voice, offering his own in a louder greeting. He began toward her at a slow pace, eager to meet her but not startle her. She was a pretty thing, to be sure.
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Post by Seele Studio on Jun 25, 2012 9:57:13 GMT -5
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Within minuets Ginebre heard a return call, though it was almost drowned out by the loud bugs and other odd sounds. She could tell from the deeper call that it was stallion and drew the conclusion that he must be the lead stallion. She started to walk over in the direction she heard him, watching the ground carefully so as not to trip or get caught.
When she looked back up and saw this stallion she froze, his odd black, chestnut, and white coat was something she had never seen before. In fact it was so different she couldn't stop staring. Eventually she caught herself and quickly said," Oh gosh, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me." Her voice was sweet, if a little high pitched and young. She had totally forgotten any pleasantries her mother had taught her, and kept stealing glances at the tri-colored male.
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Post by Hud Levine on Jun 25, 2012 10:31:55 GMT -5
Stopping before the mare, he laughed heartily at her response to his presence. He was proud of his coat and it made him happy to see that he could still dumbfound strangers. The poor mare was so sweet about it too, an endearing quality in Hoss' eyes. "Don' t'jou worreh none, miss lay-deh. S'good tah see some new faces in da swamp every now and ag'in! Ah'm Hoshtetlah, leader'a dis bayuh. Wass yer name, den?" He liked to get right to it, to get to know other horses as soon as possible. It wasn't for lack of interest or time, he just wanted to make the most of the time he spent with them. Hoss wanted to know all he could about this tall beauty.
The stallion smiled at the newcomer with his heavy eyes watching her's, glancing down to take note of her appearance a few times. It was important to keep track of who visited; it would no doubt pay off in the future. It was a skill that Hoke would need to learn one day but for now, Hoss allowed his heir to spend his colthood with his mother and sister, playing to his heart's content.
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Post by Seele Studio on Jun 30, 2012 18:42:53 GMT -5
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Ginebre smiled at the brightly colored stallion while he made light of her slight embarrassment. The stallions voice was almost a bigger surprise then his outstanding coat. Ginebre blinked a few times, taking in his thick accent. She had heard a very watered down version of it a couple times, but she honestly hadn't expected it to go this deep. When he asked her name it took her a bit to realize she hadn't answered." Oh! My Name is Ginebre, my momma told me it means Juniper in Catalan. Its nice to meet you."
Ginebre's smile widened as Hoss looked her over. She hadn't been interested in stallions as of yet, but the way he looked at her made her almost giddy. She tried to move a bit closer to him but found the ground to be sticky and wet. Not wanting to make a fool of herself she stayed put and acted liked she hadn't tried to move at all. Ginebre had heard about some huge lizard called an alligator that hunted in the mire, though she hadn't seen it, she was tempted ask why but almost afraid of being thought of as dumb. Instead she held a curious, 'I have an obvious question' type look on her face.
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Post by Hud Levine on Jul 1, 2012 22:44:52 GMT -5
To be honest, Hostetler had never thought about what his name meant in his native tongue. Taking a moment to look up and tilt his head a bit in thought, the stallion stood quietly. His jaw began to droop a little as he thought about his mother's name for him. Snapping back to reality, his head straightened and his ears flicked forward to the mare. Nope, he had no idea what his name meant. No sense wasting this pretty lady's time thinking on it.
"'Gee-nah-bray'," he sounded out slowly, taking it in. "Ah laik it!" Hoss smiled and nodded quickly in recognition. Face to name. Check.
Taking note of her questioning expression, Hostetler initiated the conversation further. "Well, uhh, what'cha lookin' for 'round de bayuh? You shuh don' look laik yuh been he-yuh befo'!" Hoss laughed a bit, looking down at her muddy feathers. It wasn't often horses bearing the normally-beautiful trait ventured into the mud-laden wetlands. He could only imagine how uncomfortable having such hair stuck to one's hooves could be.
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Post by Seele Studio on Jul 9, 2012 22:06:06 GMT -5
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Ginebre giggled lightly at the look Hoss had on his face. She began to wonder what he was thinking of when he looked back at her and pronounced her name in his intriguing accent. Gine smiled, She had never herd someone say they liked her name, though she hadn't really cared if they did or not. It was her name and no mater what she was stuck with it, it helped that she loved her name too.
Gine was almost puzzled by his question before she jumped up happily," Oh! I'm exploring! Ever since Mother said I could I have been exploring the whole homeland and learning everything I can. I like it more up north, but I am a very curious girl, as mom says, and I was wondering what the Mire was like." Ginebre took a big gulp of air and was about to go right back to talking when she noticed him look at her feet.
"Is it always this damp here? and what about the ali... alligators? I heard they were the only predators here, but I haven't seen any." The mare was so full of questions now, but she didn't want to frighten Hoss away with her eagerness.
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Post by Hud Levine on Jul 28, 2012 14:46:06 GMT -5
This mare's mannerisms were curious. It wasn't often he met a female still so attached to her mother's advice. It made him smile a little but he wasn't exactly sure how to read such a thought. She had come to the right place if she was out to see the world though. There was no other land as unique as the Mire.
"Weeeeell, wel-cum shah! Yu shore came t'duh rahght pliss!" Hoss took a few steps forward and turned, placing himself shoulder-to-shoulder with the feathered beauty. "Oh yeah. Awlweys damp. Wouln't be dah swamp wiffout dah watuh!"
Alligators were a topic that came up often with outsiders. Whether they brought them up or Hoss did for safety reasons, they were incredibly important to be aware of for anyone in the marshes, native or not. His point of view toward the reptilian race had been skewed a bit as of late. A cow alligator took his son's life about a year before, forcing Hoss to rethink his position. Before, they had been simply other creatures living their lives beside equines but now he wasn't sure what to think. His voice got a little softer and slower. "Yeah. Dey he-yuh. Dey not dah only ones dough. Gotta watch out fuh udduh tings too."
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