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Post by nala on Jan 17, 2012 20:46:57 GMT -5
Sarabi A light humidity clung to the amber mare's coat as she waded through the boggy mire. She was used to the conditions of Yacare but today she didn't feel all to accepting of them. A light snort escaped her nose as she stepped up onto what she thought was solid ground. Obviously it was only a trick, and her front right leg sunk up to the knee in a watered down mud. Quickly she released herself and moved on, huffing and puffing the entire way.
Sarabi disliked summer in the swamp, she knew it was only a matter of time before temperatures would sore with a thick humidity that clung to all life here. This included her own sweaty pelt, and for a moment she wondered if she should take a break from her home just for this summer. Her ears were pinned back in agitation as she walked and thought to herself.
ooc: shes kinda crabby with me. xD |
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Post by Hud Levine on Jan 20, 2012 22:05:09 GMT -5
Hostetler's mood improved almost every day, it seemed. Ever since his claiming of Yacare, the memory of his mother had begun to rest in peace, as it should. He knew Eula was proud of him. She had been more of a mother than anyone could've asked for. Hostetler knew himself to be blessed for having such a dam.
Distant memories aside, Hostetler's day had been marvelous so far. He'd woken up under the shade of a cypress, having his breakfast not far off in a neighboring grove. Hostetler nearly always refrained from calling his home a "mire". The word gave him thoughts of a mucky, hellish wasteland of a habitat, which his home most certainly was not. It was one of the most beautiful places in the land, as far as he was concerned. The stallion waded through a sea of swamp lilies, stopping at the sound of sucking mud nearby. It sounded like either a very solid boar or a medium-sized equine... His head turned back toward it, eager to see who it was.
Spotting a familiar face, Hostetler breathed a sigh of relief. Sarabi was no boar. The stallion had nothing really against the local suidae population... Only that they were so numerous. At least they fed the alligators so that horses wouldn't be targeted. In a way, Hoss supposed he should thank the hogs... First things first.
"Sa-ra-bi? Zat you?" His voice was quiet, though riddled with swamp-speak. Each horse of Yacare had his or her own way of speaking... Hoss' was just a little more laid-back than some.
OOC: LAMESAUCE. I so sowwy... Still figuring out how to make him interesting and less like Rembrandt. xD
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Post by nala on Jan 21, 2012 20:55:33 GMT -5
She picked her head up a bit as Hostetler's throaty voice reached her ears. It'sme suh. She called back. The mare didn't have as thick of an accent as the swamp king nor the ties to the kingdom that he had, but still her voice was deep and tainted by something or another. She flicked her tail against a small swarm of bugs pondering wither to move towards the two toned stallion or to stay put. She really wasn't in the mood he seemed to be in, and she didn't wish to bring the poor boy down with her own grumpy demeanor.
With a light snort she began to hope the stallion's patients would rub off on her. What might you be plannin' on doin' today, suh? She forged a smile as she approached, laughing a bit to herself that she still called him that.
ooc: I fail. EPICLY |
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Post by Hud Levine on Jan 21, 2012 22:09:40 GMT -5
Ah, good ol' Sarabi. The girl was a bit older than Hoss, but had all the attributes consistent with a beautiful herd mare. She respected authority, or, at least, she respected him. They'd been friends for a long time and it was always good to see her. Sarabi could be grumpy at times, but Hoss had always found it endearing. She was fun to be around - fun to interact with. Her accent reminded him of his mother's... He didn't take his own from his mother but rather from his father - Rembrandt. The stallion's accent had been as thick as Hoss had ever heard one. Hoss shook his head of the memory and focused back on the question asked of him.
Some lead stallions could turn a question like that right around and scold a herd member for asking. They might say they had no business asking. Hostetler had always found replies like that to be intolerable and unjust. As a leader, he wanted to be treated like another horse, not a god. As such, he replied with all sincerity and with no malice at all in his wide-mouthed voice: "Wish you woudd'n call me dat! Keeps me at such a distance!" With a smile, he continued: "Today Ah wuz plannin' on doin' sum surveyin'. Gators git mah-ty frisky in da summer, y'know!"
OOC: FINALLY. I've decided that Hostetler and Landry are half-brothers. MAYBE NOW I WILL HAVE MORE MUSE FOR HIM. 
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Post by nala on Jan 22, 2012 19:23:17 GMT -5
The amber colored mare shuddered as she got closer. Gators, other then humidity, were her least favorite thing about her swampy home. Why would ya want to go off lookin' for them things. Her face twisted in disgust. Just you be careful, and don't be getting your legs chewed off. She'd seen what a gator could do to something of equine size, and she shuddered again at the thought. She didn't call him "suh" again, but she didn't speak his name either.
Gotten' rather hot lately, hasn't it? She didn't quite know how to converse her issues with the weather without feeling grumpy, but she tried with great intensity to hide her mood from the light hearted stallion. The king must have much more pressing matters to deal with besides the weather. Sarabi looked up to him, waiting for an answer.
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Post by Hud Levine on Jan 23, 2012 21:12:10 GMT -5
Hostetler chuckled at Sarabi. Her antics were always the slightest bit agitated. She was not a satisfied mare, she never had been. It was always entertaining to see what exactly she had against pretty much everything. Today, it was the alligators of Yacare. They were numerous and they were active. But, Hoss had grown up around the danger Sarabi presented so worriedly. He wasn't the alligator fighter his father was, but he knew how to knock them around a little while avoiding injuries just to teach them their place. Besides, the alligators were to respect his authority now. That wasn't always the case, but at least a few would know to be even the slightest bit conscientious.
"Sa-ra-bi," he said slowly, elongating the syllables as if he was scolding a child for saying something naughty. "You don't dink Ah know dat? Ah'm mekkin' shu-ah noboddeh else gets dey legs chewed off." He joked about it now, but in the backburner of his mind, he could see a similar tragedy happening just because he'd said it out loud. Swamp horses were a superstitious bunch and Hostetler was no exception.
As Sarabi moved on to the weather, Hostetler's face scrunched for a moment, his head turning a little to the side, his eyes fixed on her's. "Yeah, Ah suppose it has..." His tone was skeptical as his eyes narrowed a bit. "You gettin' at sumthin', Lay-deh Bi?"
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Post by nala on Jan 26, 2012 21:03:07 GMT -5
Ah, and what might I be gettin' at? She smiled. The one thing that could make her smile was Hoss calling her Bi. Her mother had called her Bi, and no other equine knew of her nickname. To this day she didn't know how he had discovered it, or if he had simply made it up by himself. Nonetheless it lightened her mood. I don't think I'd be gettin' at anything but the weather.
She sidestepped so that she could stand beside him on the swampy land. I'd be comin' with you to find the gators, but I don't think I have it in me. She gave a worried glare to the horizon, as if to threaten any gators aiming to tackle her king. If they did, she was sure to have it in her, and have enough of it to tackle the whole family of gators. She breathed lightly as they stood, lost in her own thoughts.
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Post by Hud Levine on Jan 27, 2012 21:21:17 GMT -5
Trust Sarabi to not be hiding a thing. When she asked about the weather, she'd been asking about nothing more than that. Nothing stood behind the question. No unresolved matter lingered in the background. It was refreshing to say the least.
As she took his side, Hostetler found himself glad to know her. She was a sweet girl with a personality all her own. The stallion raised his brows, tucked in his head to face hers, and spoke to her with a playful tone deeply embedded in his words. "Well s'not like Ah'm lookin' for 'um. Dat would be stoopid," he joked. As he shook his head, Hostetler stood solidly on the swamp dirt, glad Sarabi had found one of the few solid places to stand to have their conversation. "Jus' makin' de rounds, y'know!" With a smile, he glanced the way Sarabi looked, unsure of what she was looking at or for.
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