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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Jul 17, 2009 23:31:17 GMT -5
I seen nothing in your eyes The more I see, the less I like. I know nothing of your kind.
The sound of hooves echoed throughout the Thunder Valley, a loner mare galloped into the territory, her auds pinned to her skull, teeth bared, it was clear this mare was a dark. The darks where known for being the evilest of all allinces in with horse world of Light of Neutral. There was a war between Light and Dark had been going on for centuries, but without the humans knowing. It was amazing how the battle went on for the centuries, the stupid humans weren't able to detect the war.
The mare let out a piercing whinny, as she reared highly, her ears still pinned to her skull, she thrashed her sharp hooves into the air. She was claiming this territory as her own, no stallion, no other mares, no foals. Just the way she wanted it, this mare didn't want to be claimed, no stallion deserved her, unless like her the darkest of the dark, the mare then went into a gallop around the terrain pushing any original horse out of the area by force. She then halted, on a hill looking over the area, she lowwered her head and started to graze.
You left a hole where my heart should be Is it obvious? Is it in my head? So sacrafice yourself and let me have whats left.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Jul 17, 2009 23:36:48 GMT -5
Bonjour chacun… prépare pour être impressionné With remarkable speed, the stud has covered the land within seconds. With each footfall brings a new surprise. His mane whips against his neck, daring any fly to try to land on his muscled boa. He snakes his head around any and all vegitation, easily avoiding anything that crosses him. However, something is amiss. His usual slow, relaxed pace is quickened and frantic. All of a sudden, his movement has ceased and his head is ajar. He paws the ground, as if waiting for something. Then, without doubt, his intentions are clear as crystal. He is claiming this land...and nothing will stop him. He fights to the death...and so far has beaten the odds. The small mustang versus the huge thoroughbreds, no one thought he would make it past round one. However, here he is after seven harsh winters, and seven merciful summers. The french horse has made it through. He rears up on his back legs, but keeps his forelegs in front of his belly for protection. He arches his neck and lets out a loud scream of territorial claim. Then, he marks his prescense almost immediately. Finally, after another loop around the terrace he now calls his own, he settles down and stalks the winds. He keeps his head low, as he flares his nostrils, just awaiting anything to challenge his claim. Au revoir, jusqu'à ce que nous nous réunissions de nouveau
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Jul 17, 2009 23:41:30 GMT -5
The mare did a screaming neigh, she then bolted right where she heard the stallion who dared entered her lands. Her flaxen mane, bounced off her neck, her muscles rippled under her coat, she pinned her ears further to her skull, she bared her teeh as she saw the stallion come into view, she did a sliding halt then reared angerly. "You better get out of here, if you know what's good for you." She threatened.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Jul 17, 2009 23:49:44 GMT -5
Puits. Regardez ce que nous avons ici Mystére was not impressed. Merely, amused? Bemused? Confused? He laughed triumphantly. What did this animal have that he didn't? Her scream was weak compared to his. He merely stared her in the eye. Silence is the best weapon in defense. He shook his head and merely began to graze. However, out of his peripheral vision, he kept a close eye on the mare. Although he percieved her as no threat, things can change in the blink of an eye. He shook he head so his forelock covered one of his black opticals, but in that instant, realized it was a mistake. He could no longer fully see his surroundings, so he raised his head with defiance. He WOULD rule this land. That was certain. He picked up his right foreleg and smashed it into the ground. Finally, he spoke. I fear you are...how do you say...mistaken. If you really think you are worthy of this land you are...how do you say...wrong. Maybe I'll spare you a place in my harem once I rule this land. Until then, however...get out. He raised his head higher and looked down upon her with disgust. This horse had nothing, compared to him. His french accent was heavy and a bit distorted. Maybe she wouldn't udnerstand him. That wouldn't surprise him. some creatures had no level of thinking. Psh. Americans. Est-ce un défi ?
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Jul 17, 2009 23:54:13 GMT -5
(I love how you put the last part. PSH. AMERICANS. LOL)
She bared her teeth, as she listened to his offer, she thought about for a moment, better to take the offer then be dead. "Fine, don't expect me to follow your every order." She hissed at him, she then shook her neck, then snorted loudly.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Jul 19, 2009 12:05:27 GMT -5
Elle pense qu'elle sait. He thingyed his head at her strange comment. He wondered to himself, when did he ever offer her a place in his harem. He thingyed a smile at this mare's ignorance. Of course she thought he wanted her. Just because she had a pretty face didn't mean she was worthy enough to live on his land, let alone rule. He pinned his ears back and sneered at the fea on his land. This little game was irritating and confusing the french horse, so he stomped his foot. Silly little mare. You think everything is about you. Guess what. This is my game. So get with it, or get lost. I never offered you a place in my harem, on MY land...you haven't done ANYTHING worthy. All you are is a conceited little light mare, who thinks she the charming new toy. His words were icy and plainly stated. Sure, she had the looks, but she didn't have what it takes...or did she? Mistére smiled down at her, with his head high in the air. He lifted his beautiful painted tail and watched it out of his peripheral vision as it streamed behind him, victoriously as a flag that stated his claim. Fille stupide
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Jul 19, 2009 12:59:21 GMT -5
She started to walk away, light. She stopped in her tracks, that name triggered her angry side. She squeeled hatefully, then galloped back to the stallion. She rammed into him then hissed hatefully "I may be a light mare in your eyes brute, but I am dark as you. So you better watch what you say to me, you flith." She said, her eyes looked hatefully toward the french stallion.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Jul 21, 2009 9:25:25 GMT -5
OOC: can't add the french heading/ending because i'm not at my normal computer. will resume when i get back. BIC:: His cocoa eyes watched her every movement as she receeded away from him. In fear? In respect? Who knows? Mistere simply dipped his head in recognition that he was the boss here. Suddenly, however, his plans changed when the crazy animal came dashing towards him and ran into him. Clumsyness was not forgettable. His great weight kept him solidly in place when the horse rammed into him. He barely even twitched. Instead, he snaked his head out and bit the mare on the nose, warning her not to get that close to him ever again. He listened to her words, and once again laughed at the stupidity of this situtation. He spoke with a bit of a teasing banter, Uh uh uh, have you forgotten what we talked about already? This is my....how do you say....terrace, and because of that fact, it is my right to be able to accept who comes on this land and who doesn't. I also have the right to kill anyone who doesn't abide by my rules. He snorted at her and took a menacing step forward. You wouldn't want to be in that last category, trust me. His shining black eyes glared down at her and he struck out at her with his heavy foreleg. He wasn't intending to cause too much damage. Anyways, she might be of some assistance to him later in life. Why waste that away? Just as dark as you. He snorted. Unfortunately, you are mistaken again. No soul is as dark as me. You proved that by walking away from me. A real black hearted soul would never have given up the terra without a fight. Also, I would drop the prissy attitude. It makes your lightheartedness come out just a bit. He winked at her, and then tossed his mane back. Some horses thought of him as incredibly vain and hated him for it, and some mares thought of him as MISTEREiously sexy. Hence. His name. However, none of that mattered to Mistere, because within a blink of an eye, if you started a fight with him...it be the last movement you made.
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Jul 21, 2009 10:23:57 GMT -5
She snorted in disgust when the stallion winked at her, "Brute, you probably would be the last thing I would ever want to mate with." She hissed at him. Then she shook her head, this stallion of course wasn't her type of mate she was looking for, she wanted the darkest stallion in history to be her mate,"And I don't take orders from brutes." She said again, then she turned around and trotted away, she didn't have to deal with this idiot any longer, he was a pure waste of time, in fact he would probably be a waste of any mares time. By her standers he looked like a brute, that had no manners, in anyway. That was the last thing she needed to be with, a stallion with no manners, let's see a dark-hearted mare + a unruly brute = a unruly unmannered foal. That was the last thing she wanted as well next to the stallion, a pesky little brat that she would have to carry, and have to help grow up to become an adult. Her would be wasted away, after taking care of a pesky little brat, who would probably be unruly as it's father. She then went into a canter, wondering around the terrain.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Jul 22, 2009 10:32:36 GMT -5
God, was he getting tired of this horse. When the hell did he ever even suggest mating with her? She couldn't hold his weight on those spindly little light hearted legs. She would give out before he even started. He snorted at her, laughing at her absurdity. I never even suggested it, belle. He thingyed an eyebrow at her and lowered his nose to graze. If I'm such a waste of time, then why don't you just leave? He called out to her, reading her eye rolling and baring of her stupid teeth. He saw her cantering around his terrain and thought this was irritating, so he galloped quickly towards her and lunged at her with his forelegs, slamming into her with all of his body mass. He came off her and pinned his ears, highly displeased with this mare's behavior.
OOC : so what do you want to happen with them?
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Jul 22, 2009 10:58:21 GMT -5
OCC I honestly have no idea.
The mare squeeled, as she side-stepped away from the stallion's attempts to even hurt her. But she did get hit with his blow cause of his body mass. She looked up at him, her eyes looked toward the stallion, her eyes where full of hate toward the brute.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Jul 22, 2009 11:48:03 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes. He wasn't about to give in. To anything. He threw up his head wildly and rocked back onto his hindquarters. He thrust his forelegs into the air, only a few feet off the ground however. LEAVE, then! Leave, or accept my rulership and accept a place in my herd. He said, slightly lowering his angry tone. Admittedly, he had been quite rude from the getgo. However. That WAS Mistere's personality. Love him or hate him for it, that was just who he was. He snorted and dipped his head in a slight apology, even if it killed him inside. He decided to be a BIT nicer, but he wasn't about to go soft on her.
OOC: ohkay, let me know if you want anything drastic to happen
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Jul 22, 2009 11:51:04 GMT -5
She stood up, "Fine I accept you as my ruler." She said to him, then shook her head a bit dazed from his body weight ramming into her. But even though if he was a ruler, he hand no chance of winning her, even if he wanted to. She lowered her head in low prospect in his herd. She then trotted away, then started to graze, her side ached as she went into a trot, her muscles seemed to be yelling "Stop!" At her for moving. She nuzzled her side as if trying to rump the pain away.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Jul 27, 2009 0:02:40 GMT -5
Comme vous souhaitez He looked quizically at her. Obviously, he had caused pain. As sadistic as this may seem, his heart leaped at the mere prospect of her finally being beaten down. He had won. He shook his finely chiseled head, already becoming bored with this insolent mare. He pinned his ears back and watched her writh in pain, nuzzling her own wound. Tsk, tsk, tsk. He hoped something of more of a challenge would come along. Until then, Mistere would simply have to wait. Finally, breaking the tension, he spoke, Why so defiant, if you were merely going to accept my rulership? He asked her. However, he wasn't all that interested in the answer. As long as she accepted his rulership, he didn't really care for the long explanation of her actions before this moment. Soigneux…
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Jul 27, 2009 0:19:52 GMT -5
"Cause, it is my destiny. I am not light, nor neutral, but a dark. As yourself brute, my parents never showed me one act of kindness, it was fight or die with there herd." She nickered toward him. She then slightly side stepped away from the hellion.
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