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Post by Hud Levine on Jan 21, 2012 21:53:43 GMT -5
His visits to the mangroves were fleeting these days it seemed.
They brought back too many memories. Eula had raised him here. He'd been born under that tree. He'd played as a boy in that part of the bayou. He'd spoken his first word by that cypress knee. For a while, it had all been too much to face.
Hostetler had to move on.
The time had come for him to prance his pretty self on into the place of his childhood and accept his mother's passing with ease and grace. He was ready and he knew it. After all, was he not the king of the province? Yes... Yes he was.
It was perhaps the most beautiful and secure place of Yacare. The puzzles of mangrove roots kept a young one safe from boars and nutria, thereby not offering any prey for alligators. He thanked the trees as he passed, nodding his head in their direction. As a colt, he'd been too childishly ignorant to understand the beauty of his home, but now it was all too clear. The stallion effortlessly weaved through the elevated roots, taking a clump of spanish moss between his teeth as he passed a hanging clod. Chewing as he walked, Hostetler let out a quiet whinny once he finished and stopped in place. The absence of danger was uncanny. He supposed overcoming his fear of returning to this place had done wonders for his emotional state, though when it came to his kingdom, this didn't seem to be a place in need of his presence.
Nonetheless, Hostetler remained, enjoying the sights and memories surrounding him at every turn.
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Post by Thoxic on Jan 22, 2012 17:56:41 GMT -5
To be honest, she didn't know why she was here amongst the mangroves. These strange lands had never appealed to her before, but for some reason, a couple of days ago, they had, and that was why she was here now. These beautiful surroundings was soft to the eyes to look at, and she liked it.
Her dark bay coat with the red tint and a healthy shine really suited her. The silvery white mane and tail was long and almost silky, like no knots had gotten to it for a while. She knew vaguely that she looked quite good, her blue eyes, the little dotted spots on her body and her white markings fit well into the color of her coat, but that wasn't the thoughts that were on her mind right now.
It was the light sound of another horse that she had heard just seconds ago, that made her walk towards the sound, to see if she could catch a glimpse of whoever it was.
A little further ahead she caught a glimpse between the trees of a horse, bay and black, with white markings. He was stunning actually, she couldn't deny that, but she didn't know him, so she was careful as she got closer. Also, when she realized that he could see her by now, she let out a careful, quiet whinny just to make sure that she didn't surprise him, some stallions didn't take well that others surprised them, especially not mares. But she was too curious of this one to just let him be and walk away from him. Not only his coat, but also the way he looked around herself, the way he stood, like he was king if these lands.
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Post by Hud Levine on Jan 27, 2012 20:49:09 GMT -5
The scent of another was what caused Hoss to end the nostalgic visions before him in favor of a new task at hand. Growing up in the mire, it was important for all young horses to attain the most accute senses as equine-ly possible. The bogs were full of smells and the ability to distinguish them and find a specific one in a mix of others was difficult, to say the least. Hostetler was not the best in the swamp; that title belonged to his father. His half-brother owned the second place trophy, with himself at a close third. His target today, however, was close enough that even he could single her out. Her. It was most certainly a female.
The tri-colored stallion repositioned himself, his hooves shuffling underneath him as he sethis head at just the right angle to let the scent flow through his nostrils, sending the identity (or in this case unknown identity) of his target to his brain. With a quiet whinny, the King of Yacare made his way toward the origin, eager to meet this mysterious maiden.
Upon sighting her through one of the many tangles of mangrove roots, Hoss took in a quick breath in almost a gasp-like fashion. With a few blinks, he smiled and called her attention. "Welllll, allo dere! Who maightchu be?" The red mare was beautiful; Hoss couldn't take his eyes off of her.
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Post by Thoxic on Jan 27, 2012 21:27:37 GMT -5
It wasn't a surprise for her when the stallion turned and came towards her, her scent was probably pretty noticeable at this distance, but her goal was hardly to keep herself hidden either.
It was his voice, his accent, that surprised her and made her flicker thos eartips against him, trying to listen to what he said without looking too surprised. She had never met anyone from these lands until now, so this was her first encounter with anyone who talked like that.
As he came closer, even she could smell him, that raw scent of stallion was brought to her like a wall, and she blinked, not once, but twice. What was the odds that the smell of the stallion was just as intriguing as his unusual, pretty coat? Well, this guy smelled good, she had to give him that. She even noticed how he blinked at her when he came closer, she had a good eye for details, even if they were very small, so she didn't miss out on that.
"Hello, I'm sorry if I'm intruding or something. My name is Nova."
She finally answered and blinked once before looking at him again, her eyes had wandered off to look at those black patches on his body. She was calm at the moment, interested of course, but her voice was soft and almost a little dreamy and wondering somehow. How often did you meet a guy like him? Not often, as said earlier. But her gaze soon turned to his eyes again, and even though she knew she was a nobody, a wanderer, her pose was proud, maybe not as high and proud as his, but just enough to show that she wasn't a mare who normally hunched together under a stallions gaze. But this one seemed nice, so there was a smile on her lips while she was looking at him with her sky blue eyes.
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Post by Hud Levine on Jan 28, 2012 23:04:56 GMT -5
The mare looked surprised, like a foal would upon sighting something foreign. Polite, too.
"'Introodin' '? You not doin' nuthin'a da sort, Miss No-vah! You's jus' comin' upon me at mah old ohm! Cain't see yuh til jus' now!" With a smile, Hoss nodded slightly as he spoke. His voice was common in the swamp. His father had been the one to make the dialect so territory-wide. He had spent a lot of time with the youngsters of Yacare; he'd fathered quite a few too. Now he and the others were grown and taking the Mire by storm. His accent twanged louder and more often than even Hoss' did. The chimera stallion considered himself loquacious, but not like Rembrandt. No one could top Rembrandt's speech.
His blue gaze followed her form, taking each curve and color into account, making a mental log of sorts. Nova was not a girl to be forgotten. Hoss always did his best to remember names by telling himself that every horse was worth something and therefore worth remembering. It was an unattainable goal to recall each and every equine he had been faced with in his life, but he did his best.
" 'Ow'd jou end up he-yuh, den?"
OOC: "ohm" = home :3
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Post by Thoxic on Jan 28, 2012 23:53:27 GMT -5
His accent struck at her again, making her smile like she held a secret in those blue eyes while looking at him. She was a mare curious to her surroundings and all the horses around her. Curious, but not stupid. She knew when to keep her mouth shut and just walk away, but this, this stallion, showed no signs of wanting her harm, so she stayed.
Her nostrils flared for a moment, talking his scent in, and the pink snip between her nostrils made her look even more curious in a way, and she actually wanted to touch him with her muzzle, just to see if those black parts of his body was real, she had never seen anything like it before.
"I walked in here, curious about the lands. I see that the rumours where true. The stallions here are both handsome and have that famous accent."
The grin on her face was only momentarily, but as it disappeared, the smile stayed, she couldn't help herself. In here eyes and ears, what she had said was true. He was indeed a handsome stallion, and that accent was famous, the horses around those lands talked about it from time to time.
"But what might your name be?"
As the will of knowing more drived her steps to start walking around him, her head was carefully outstretched, just barely touching him at his shoulder, his flanks and then to his withers again as she came around. She could be shy, sometimes, but he was a far to interesting stallion for her to pass on the chance of touching him, seeing if he was real or not.
As she walked around him, she wasn't aware of the way she herself moved, gracefully and almost dancing as her dainty hooves moved to go around him.
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Post by Hud Levine on Jan 30, 2012 21:08:14 GMT -5
If horses could blush, Hoss probably would've been as red as a radish.
He wasn't used to flirting. The natives of Yacare were affectionate, yes. However, never had a foreigner spoken to him the way this one did. Hoss felt like an embarrassed colt, but in a good way. The stallion's head lowered a little to accompany the smile, his ears not really knowing which way to turn. At the mention of his accent, he inadvertently cleared his throat as if he really just needed to do that and he'd sound just like her.
"Gah-lee, No-vah... Ah don know whut t'say!" No luck. Looks like cajun he was born and cajun he would stay.
Hostetler took a few steps back, out of the mangrove roots. He felt it best to continue their conversation in a more open place. Nova asked his name. Her voice was silvery, like the song of a dove as she rounded him. He let his head and attention follow her every move.
"Name's Hostetler. Folks call me Hoss."
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Post by Thoxic on Feb 11, 2012 23:56:26 GMT -5
She followed him as he walked out from the roots, just as he thought, it was probably best to get out of them, if not because they could trip, then because it was more comfortable. She wasn't sure what to really think of this Hoss, but he was charming, even the way he spoke was getting to her, in a good way.
By now she had stopped walking around her, and she stopped in front of him, maybe a little to the right, and still very curious, it was her nature, she sniffed at hom very gently, with her little muzzle spotted with that pink and white snip. She was very careful, just because she could almost smell that he was high ranked, he at least certainly didn't smell like an outsider, like herself.
"Nice to meet you Hoss, and you don't really have to answer to that, I feel silly for admitting such things."
She said and pulled back her head while flickering her ears, she didn't want to annoy him by being to close, she didn't know how he was yet, maybe he didn't even like her company?
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Post by Hud Levine on Feb 25, 2012 14:11:05 GMT -5
"Even so, mare-cee for da compliment!" Hostetler grinned widely, his eyes narrowing a little as he tossed his head with joy.
He was a happy stallion. His herd was growing, his home was his, and nothing seemed to be the matter. How could his life get any better?
"Where ya come from, den? Y'dunnot exactly seem like a Ya-cah-ree-an t'me, iffin y'don't mind me seyin'." He tilted his head a little as asked the question. Hoss didn't want to seem rude. The tri-colored stallion stood still, only his neck and up making any motion. Even his tail fell still. Hoss wanted to know the girl's story and if maybe she had come to stay...
OOC: "mare-cee" = merci xDD SORRY ABOUT TEH LATENESS
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Post by Thoxic on Feb 27, 2012 22:04:00 GMT -5
She actually appreciated how happy and charming he was, it was like a nice breath of air compared to all those stallion who tried to stand tall and proud, like cold statues without a smile, she hated it. Thos one, Hoss, on the other hand, he made her smile even wider at each word he said, or at least it felt like it, how could one not be positively affected by that accent and smile of his?
At the question of where she came from, she flickered her ears just for second and shook her head with the silvery white mane like a white cascade around her. There was one thing that she wasn't used to around here yet, the bugs. The little thing that hade made her shake her neck and head had been a little spider crawling over her red pelt.
"I was born around the Carlin forest, raised there until I left to see if I could find myself some adventure. Now I just long back to belong somewhere."
She said before suspiciously looking around her, cautious about other spiders and bugs. She'd get used to them, but it tickled when they crept over her coat.
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Post by Hud Levine on Feb 27, 2012 22:19:51 GMT -5
Hoss couldn't believe the luck he was having. This mare seemed interested in joining the Yacare herd too! The more he looked at her, the happier he was to think about himself getting to call such a beauty his. Of course females were not to be considered 'property'... Not really, anyway. They were equine beings just as much as he was. They had minds of their own. However, Hostetler simply couldn't ignore the wonderful feeling of being a mare's protector. He felt empowered, important. Without him, where would they be?
Whether all of these thoughts were true or not made no difference to him; his famous smile remained as wide as ever as he tossed his head happily in response to her statement. His black and brown tail swept this way and that as he threw it around. "Miss Novah, Yacare's got all yuh need t'belong. Why don't yuh stay here? Ah promise Ah can keep you safe." Hostetler looked into the mare's eyes with an abundance of truth in his voice. If he could drive alligators away, he could keep a herd of mares safe.
OOC: Freaking lame. One more reply and we'll call this finished, aight? <3
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Post by Thoxic on Feb 27, 2012 22:40:31 GMT -5
She looked at him with a bit of surprise when he told her she could join him and his herd, he barely knew her and still he offered her protection? Not that she was some evil mare just playing good, she appreciated the offer, and it made her think of him even more sweetly. He was sweet, and she could actually think of herself as part of his herd, especially if he was like this all the time. She was a bit unsure of how well she would be treated by the other, after all, she was an outsider, but she tried not to think about it too much.
"Sounds like a good idea, Hoss my dear. If you let me, I'll join."
She said with her soft, clear voice, clearly happy with joining him. She didn't have big hopes for love, but company and protection would do well for her, at least for the time being, and she could settle for that, and for a smile every once in a while when he smiled back at her.
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