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Post by Seele Studio on Aug 9, 2012 23:07:00 GMT -5
It had only been a season since the ever so tragic death of the young filly's family. Yet she hadn't been sad in the least, that thought alone should had have frightened her. Sincarian came to the odd conclusion that she was hiding her feelings behind some sort of mental wall. She also found it odd that she hadn't met anyone since their deaths, well that wasn't entirely right. She had seen horses off in the distance, but having gone through a traumatic experience she thought that she should at least act the part and be 'fearful' of strangers.
Sin had decided it was best to stay near the river, even though she had seen animals picked off by predators here. It had simply been the best she could do right now. She shook her fast turning elegant body, even if she was just a yearling she knew that her mothers beautiful feathering and slender build would be hers soon. Sin had often looked into the slow churning water of the river and starred down at her stunning blue eyes and dark chestnut coat, and the part she liked best was the cross-like star sitting square in the middle of her head.
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Post by Hud Levine on Aug 9, 2012 23:58:48 GMT -5
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It wasn't all that often that the ocellated charmer found his way to the Common Grounds. Auster was his home and despite the fact that it was not technically "his", he'd always known deep down that he was the true king to be feared should young fillies wander unknowingly into his lair. The Cognar, however, was not his usual haunt. He felt a little out of his element, but the always-eager stallion knew to never give the upper hoof. This young thing didn't seem experienced enough to cause him any trouble in his forte, anyway.
At eleven years of age, Rhys could hardly be called "inexperienced". Even without much youth left on his side, he still had every making of an irresistible stud ready to spread his seed at every possible opportunity. It was surely a miracle of nature, to be honest. By now most stallions his age had settled down with their testosterone easily in check. Rhys still felt every bit like the colt he once was, his beautifully-shaded feathers gleaming in the sun as it hit them just perfectly.
The blue and green stallion by now had made his way safely to the river the girl was staring down at. The Cognar was slow here, easily ebbing and flowing around the protruding rocks in small, slow rapids. Behind her, Rhys' stealth was nigh untraceable as he walked to the side of the filly, his eyes not leaving her rather underdeveloped frame, a smirk glued to his pink face. She would do; she would do well.
"Mum not around, ay?" he uttered quietly, mischief on his mind.
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Post by Seele Studio on Aug 13, 2012 15:50:37 GMT -5
Sin blinked rapidly as an odd figure loomed next to her in the water. At first she thought it was just some odd fish or weeds that had surfaced, but then she heard a stallions voice and quickly looked up to see a blue and green stag starring at her. Frightened she scooted away awkwardly and nearly fell down. Keeping her eyes glued to the stallion she thought over his question. Would it be best to play dumb or be blunt about it. She put on a sad face and whimpered out," I... I don't know." Then she looked around as if trying to find her, but when her eyes met the stallions again the emotion was wiped from her features.
" Shes dead along with my brother and father. Though I'm sure you couldn't have known." She smiled and moved closer to him fluttering her eyes sweetly," I know you had something on your mind when you crept up on me, handsome. Mind telling me what?" She came within almost touching him and then pranced away looking over her shoulder to see what he would do, a playful smile playing across her face.
(shes insane O.o oh and I messed up her age, I dont know if you saw, she is meant to be around 1 year 7 months here ) |
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Post by Hud Levine on Aug 13, 2012 17:05:54 GMT -5
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He kept his mouth shut about her mother. Rhys never wanted to get into family drama with his partners, least of all when it involved death. Too much of a buzzkill. Thankfully, she changed the subject.
The stallion's coy countenance did not fade as she asked him what he wanted. In fact, it intensified, if nothing else. With a bit of a laugh and a gentle toss of his feather-laden forelock, he replied. "Oh, you don' wanna know what I had in mind, love." His smile a bit more sinister now than it had been before, his gaze followed her as she walked. She would get what was coming to her.
Rhys gnashed his teeth together behind his lips, eager to get things really going. It never took too long for Rhys to get really worked up over a girl, but he always made sure to at least know her name. "Wha's your title then?"
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Post by Seele Studio on Aug 14, 2012 16:36:47 GMT -5
Sin laughed at what he said, " Oh but I really do want to know, surprises are no fun." She could tell that something was eating at him, maybe in the good way? Her eyes met his for a moment before she continued her prance in a circle around him. She stopped at his shoulder, and again she nearly touched him inhaling his scent. She noticed all the faint female smells clinging to him and moved a few feet forward.
A sinister smile jumped to her face as he asked her name, she looked back at him said," Oh no, I think not." Slapping her tail against him she took off, running as fast as her young legs could. She looked back just to make sure the much older stag was following her.
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