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Post by nala on Jul 16, 2012 20:10:14 GMT -5
It had been some time since Flynn had chosen to make an appearance in his colt hood land of fun and mischief. He hadn't been kicked out of the all male herd, but once he turned four, the herd had all but disappeared and his life pushed him forward and away from the sun baked paradise. The stallion stretched out a dust covered, white leg and rose to his full height. His painted muscles twitched, sending a cloud of dust up into the air.
At the age of nine, Flynn was stepping on a sadly neglected piece of his childhood. The scents here were faint and scrambled, not the makings of a surviving bachelor herd. With age came wisdom, and with wisdom came loneliness, for Flynn at least. He'd met mare's, he'd even spent time following some of the local herds, but nothing seemed to fill that longing he still had deep down. It was common in the male gender of horses. If they couldn't rule a territory or find a mate to love, they drifted away into the mist of lonely lives and breathed their final breaths alone and worn out.
Flynn's vocals were those of a high baritone, deep undertones with a few highlights in between. He called out loud and long, delivering his message to any and all that could hear him. His front hooves striking the air in punctuation. Stallion's should not be alone. Together we shall stand again! He shook his head, returning his white legs to the dusty earth. They would come, and he would lead them until his time came. The stallions would return strong and mighty.
ooc: so imma talk to hat and hud (when she gets back) but im thinking if anyone who wants in posts here we can have a little thread to see whos who... then we can duke it out to see how the rankings fall.... or maybe it'll just be as it is and everyone kinda knows who's dominant over who.... cause that's how it goes with real stud groups... Ps. I didn't realize how old Flynn is! wow. xD |
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Post by meow on Jul 17, 2012 16:05:50 GMT -5
What compelled Montsho to join a bachelor was still a mystery to himself. Natural instincts he supposed. Being alone with no one to watch his back made him uneasy. So did joining a band filled with testosterone driven stallions, who would, with no doubt, pick on the flawed black stallion. Survival instincts won. So here the scarred stallion came, appearing before a proclaiming stallion. His words seemed kind of fruity to Montsho. Together we shall stand again? For him, when he can speak, he made things to the point, simple and quick. Obviously, this stallion had a different opinion. That was fine with Montsho. Every horse had different ways and opinions, and he respected that.
The stallion returned to all fours again, by now, he must’ve seen Montsho, who was standing a couple yards away from him. Montsho, feeling rather self-conscious, nickered a greeting and bowed his head. Maybe he could hide his stutter for the time being.
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Post by writtenphoto on Jul 18, 2012 1:30:18 GMT -5
Tether The Young Stallion trotted forward with a bounciness that only a child could usually achieve. He's heard the call rang out though the area that was most commonly populated by Stallions in Bachelor herds.
The thought and idea of such thing excited him, and a herd full of men?! Wondrous! But he did have some second thoughts, not that he cared about them anyways.
Tether raised his head up, seeing a stallion rear up near the stallion who seemed to have given the call. This is so exciting!
Tether stopped suddenly, creating a small mud like skid in the dirt. He raised his head up and neighed loudly in greeting to the two horses. His tail flicked back and forth, and his ears forward waiting for a response
OCC: -whispers- Tether is join'in |
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Post by Seele Studio on Jul 20, 2012 11:35:32 GMT -5
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Mal had been given a task, more an order. Find your sister, keep her safe. The orders of a dying man, but Mal had tried his best to fill them. He just had no clue where to find his young sister. There had been no trial to follow, nothing to tell him where she had gone. Hell he didn't even know if she was still alive.
He had gone north and looked through the entire Auster woods with no luck. He had given up, for now, and decided that he should look to become stronger. He wasn't strong enough the first time he saw that stallion, he would have to be stronger the next time. What better place then the battle grounds right?
When he reached them he heard a stallion calling out for... others to join him? It was at least worth checking out, but when he saw the collection of stallions he became wary and decided to stay back.
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Post by nala on Jul 29, 2012 11:32:35 GMT -5
When Flynn returned to the ground he could hear the beats of hooves coming forward. His excitement grew as he could begin to make out equine figures moving on the horizon. It intrigued him how so many could be in hearing distance and yet he hadn't seen a living soul since he'd arrived in the desert like place. The painted beast pivoted this way and that as he watched his army approach, the excitement nearly taking over completely.
The first to approach was a black stallion, small in stature and different. Flynn watched as the equine approached swiftly and quietly, then bowed his head with a greeting. A fine prospect indeed. One that would surely make no trouble for the aging Flynn as their friendship would pass along through the years.
Dismissing the site of his newest recruit, that is if the stallion should officially choose to join, Flynn gazed out to yet another approaching stallion. This one was young and full of life. Yet another promising addition to the band. He approached with a bounce Flynn hadn't seen in years, and the naive glee in his voice was quite refreshing. Flynn could remember when he'd first found the original band of males. He had been around the same age as the newcomer. Flynn greeted him with a nod, just as he had with the first, but continued to remain silent.
Another was approaching on the horizon, and this one was a bit different from the others. This stallion seemed wary of joining in on the excitement the others seemed to share. Flynn's ears pricked up and he let out a low, yet inviting call to the bystander. Three was not enough for a band, just a small gang. Four would do the trick for now, should the other stallion choose to join. I appreciate your swift movements in such a matter. Flynn finally broke the silence, a smile brightening his voice. He made sure to project it enough to reach the distanced ears. I don't know what else to say besides welcome. He snorted lightly, lifting his head and proving his height to those near him. He didn't think they'd give him a problem, but his eye's kept wandering off to the stallion in the distance.
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Post by meow on Aug 4, 2012 16:50:43 GMT -5
On rethought, the stallion’s fruity proclamation worked quite well. Already, several other stallions appeared. Whoppee! Montsho though dryly. He had enough troubles socializing with bugs, not to mention several stallions. The thought of actually living with them made him want to hightail it out of there, back to Lake Vesta. Chances are, however, he’d be taunted by the group and the tale would spend through the land. He felt that his ego was low enough already. Also, he left Lake Vesta after a rather awkward run in with a mare and her newborn twins. No way was he going to risk meeting them again.
The proclaimer (Montsho’s temporary nickname for him) welcomed them all to the herd. Saying all the rights things, with a confidence that immediately had Montsho envying him. Also, it had Montsho scrambling for a response. Words never came to him easily, nor did they ever come out easily. Honestly, nothing really came to him easily, except fighting and plants. But he hated fighting. So all he had were plants. Really, it made all the studs jealous. Feeling rather uncomfortable, his issued an another awkward nod to the shorter than him, paint stallion.
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Post by writtenphoto on Aug 5, 2012 11:26:03 GMT -5
Tether Tether had gladly bowed his head to the stallion who gave out the call. But was quite disappointed when he quickly left him without saying anything, Which was a bad choice indeed for the stallion if he wanted to keep his attention.
A black stallion caught his attention immediately. And he trotted over to him quite easily. Tether always wore and expression that looked carefree and happy, and he still carried it now.
"Heyo there!" He said to the black Stallion that the other one had approached first, and hadn’t spoken to at all.
"My names Tether, what's yours?"
The nod was all it took to make the paint stallion to think he was automatic friends with him.
"I can't believe that there is finally a call going out through the Bachelor lands! Its so wonderful! I can't wait to fight and try and steal some hearts!"
Within the seconds of seeing this stallion, Tether had plopped right next to him, and was blabbering about to him like he was his best friend.
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Post by Hud Levine on Aug 5, 2012 12:18:23 GMT -5
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The journey from Cognar to the Battle Grounds was not a long one by anyone's book, not even Djali's. The small equine did not delight in long treks but as of late the river had lost its sense of home. Its residents had all but disappeared and the seal brown miniature saw no reason to remain. It seemed logical to venture toward the lands where so many had lost their lives not simply for that reason but for the herd he'd heard tell of: one made up entirely of stallions. What he'd expected upon following the call of the unfamiliar stallion was not what he came upon.
By the time Djali could see the group three had gotten there first. Most seemed young and frantic, as if they had only just left their mothers' breast. His tolerance level was sure to be tested among some of the stallions. Djali always secretly resented such juveniles to be of a higher stature than him, but he never mentioned it in casual conversation.
The seal brown equine heard one of their comments as he approached, from behind. "You think that's all there is to being a bachelor?" He spoke rather loudly, his countenance facing the one who'd spoken. Djali almost scolded himself. Yes, that was all there was to it for most stallions. They knew nothing of poise or charm or wit, everything was decided by the fire in their loins at such an age. He knew himself to be not the oldest but surely he had wisdom over all of them. The small horse cantered around one of the darker ones and stood beside him to complete the sort of circle they'd formed, his tail raised.
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Post by Seele Studio on Aug 12, 2012 14:07:28 GMT -5
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Mal watched as the original stallion greeted the other two. Then he turned to Mal and invite him to come closer. Mal thought about it as he addressed everyone, saying welcome. Mal started to move closer feeling a shred of confidence. Then he saw a smaller dark stallion moving to join the others and became wary once more. Normally he wasn't this reserved, but he hadn't been around this many horses since the day his family was slaughtered.
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Post by nala on Aug 17, 2012 19:08:40 GMT -5
You make a fine point, little bay. Flynn bit his tongue as the words came out. He meant no harm towards the obviously wise, old stag. Fun is not what it means to be a bachelor. He pushed out of his vocal cords nervously eyeing the feisty little devil beside him. Sure, we shall have our time for rest and companionship. But bachelor herds are meant for growth and protection. You will learn so long as you are here, with me, and fun you shall not have freely without a price. Do your duty, and you shall have no fights with me. He lowered his head slightly while he watched the fellow stallions step and fidget about.
Flynn swished his tail and chewed lightly on his own mouth, thinking about what the others where thinking. They all eye'd each other with a cautious curiosity, one that could very easily prove dangerous in a situation such as this one. Stallions were not meant to live with each other. It wasn't the natural way. What say you? He aimed his question at everyone, but his eyes caught those of the smallest stallion. He wanted to know of his thoughts.
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Post by writtenphoto on Aug 17, 2012 23:03:48 GMT -5
Tether Tether didn't even fault er when he was called out upon his words. They kept saying 'those aren't how a true Bachelor is' of some kind. He knew of course that he still had more to learn; he admitted that he did tend to tune horses out when he didn't like how the topic is going, or he's thinking about other things.
"Alright" He said quietly to himself, recognizing the words he said.
Then the Stallion who let out the call of this newly formed herd stated about the Bay's words. Of course he understood he would have duties. Of course!
Tether looked around at the horses that had gathered. They Varied in age, color, and of course builds of many varieties. He could see out of the corner of his eye; there was a horse who was careful and seemed as if he didn't want to approach he group. Tether had no means to introduce himself to that horse yet. If he didn't show any acknowledgment or he seemed weary; Tether usually ignored them.
The paint stallion watched the other horses. Trying not to start nicknames that he might blurt out when he actually learned their names. The Paint Stallion shook his head, His eyes looking around for a moment to see if any other horses came to this call. |
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Post by Hud Levine on Dec 2, 2012 11:10:29 GMT -5
OOC: What's the plan here, guys? xD
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Post by Seele Studio on Dec 2, 2012 11:44:53 GMT -5
((-shrug- I don't know, I froze Mal because I wasn't using him, but if we have another bachlore thread that would be fun!))
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Post by nala on Dec 2, 2012 13:01:34 GMT -5
mer. i fail. xD
we could just do another one. I feel like Flynn is an old man and should give his place to someone else.
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