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Post by RUSH on Apr 4, 2007 22:35:55 GMT -5
ooc- I am waiting for sammeh to posteh. xP
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Post by ::Sam:: on Apr 5, 2007 8:17:30 GMT -5
Duke saw the other horse...well not exactly retreat, but he had not moved. For quite a while. The muscular stallion shook his gallant head. Without quite realizing it, he knew that he had just won the land. Along with all of these great mares. After officially appointing himself the leader, he walked around his mares. First task: Kick some mares out. He needed more strong horses and less annoying ones. He looked over each mare carefully. The Duke of Hazard wore an annoyed expression on his face when he reached Bloody Rose. Would she be too defiant? Or would he learn to like her? Finally leaving her with the herd, he moved on to a delicate gray mare. Feather. He remembered her name from their previous conversation. A small smile played at his maw. He liked her ways. How she was unbothered by his evil ways. But would she end up too shallow and scared to do anything? As in fight for example? He left her as she was and moved to see a stuck up mare. Apparently, she was lead mare of this "herd" Yeah right. Duke would have to set her straight! The painted canvas moved toward her and he snaked his skillful head around her neck to give her a repremanding nip on the shoulder to step in line or get out. His light body seemed to dance apon his legs as he bellowed out his leadership. Mares. AS you have seen, I am now the leader of Thunder Valley. Considering you treat me with respect, you will get a fair ranking in the herd. You try anything funny you will find yourself on the edge of Danger Cliff and moving. Now is the time to bail out. If you are too scared. I don't play favorites, but I will choose rankings. In three days. After my trials. Its now or never. Leave if you must. Although his eyes skimmed over his entire herd, he found himself lingering on the defiant lead mare and Bloody Rose. Why had his mind narrowed out these two insufficiant mares? HE wasn't falling in love, was he? Of course not! Duke of Hazard wasn't one to love...only be loved. Then again, there had been one mare that had caught his eyes. Mares! State your names. His lyrics were icy and firm. No kindness played in his voice, but if you looked close enough beyond the dark, endless pit in his eyes, you saw hope and compassion. But were you brave enough to look the Duke in the eye? For he was always looking at you. Are you brave enough to look back?
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Post by RUSH on Apr 5, 2007 10:38:27 GMT -5
« T H O R N » Harks flickered, then plastered to her arabian skull in a clear sign of aggression for the stallion to back off. Her ivories showed, and clattered; making a loud sound that rung the air between them and beyond their figures. She set a hard glare, and shown it onto him. A sharp, high pitched squeal arrived from her deep throat, and echoed in the air; peircing their harks. She lashed a foreleg with a loud, short booming snort, only to move away with a quick flick of her plumes, trotting across the juicy jades beneath her.
« R O S E » Unlike her mother, Rose wasn't clearly as stuck up and stubborn to everything, she was different, aparting from her mother. Only when he neared did she flicker her harks toward him, then lightly flatten them..unsure of wether to hate him, or show compassion. She raised her noggin skyward as her mother duo beated away from the herd. It was clear to her, or anyone else if the payed close attention, her mother didn't want to be in this herd anymore. She shifted her gaze back to Duke, only to watch with no emotion, as if not to mind her mother leaving.
« F E A T H E R » Pricking her thorns toward Duke, the rare blooded, smoke washed mare nickered in greeting, and gently nuzzled large shoulder blade. She took a higher like to Duke much better than the stallion she had before. She despised him, he had forced her.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Apr 5, 2007 10:46:14 GMT -5
Duke watched with an amused smile. He watched the mare trot away. So she had left. Good. He couldn't allow anyone to slow him down. Now, to appoint you positions. You. He said, looking at Feather. If you accept the position, you can be our Beta Queen, my top advisor. Then he looked at Rose. You can be my second beta. Understood? Duke flashed his tail and watched the shadow of the mare trotting away diminish. He felt a soft yearning for water. He neared his mares, and snorted, a signal to go forward. He would lead them from behind. He nipped Feather softly, as if asking her to lead the herd. He broke into a soft canter, following his herd. This would be okay...
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Post by RUSH on Apr 5, 2007 17:56:40 GMT -5
« F E A T H E R » Pricking her harks, she only flustered in exitment from within her. She had never been a lead mare before, just a lower downcast one in the herd. She usually felt uneeded for being anywhere for anyone, but that would all change for her. She sprung foward, with an easy thrust of her hind limbs, and cantered wonderfully onward. Her canter was strange from others, unlike them, because it was long strided and smooth. She stayed collected, and arched her neck in exitment as she sprout her wings. And flew, her wings would sprout and she could experience new things. This was a new life.
(shes not flying literally just to tell ya xP)
« ROSE » With a loud snort, sne loped after Feather. Her harks flickered and she observed her other movements. Maybe she was just showing off..oh how bad did she want to take a chomp out of that prissy, strutting showoff. Anything to get her to stop, was she jealous..? No this couldn't be. She continued onward after her, and only loped regulary without competition.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Apr 5, 2007 18:19:34 GMT -5
He looked at his two prized possesions. The dukes gleaming coat shone in the moonlight. Feather was not his mate, yet. She had just led his herd. His powerful strides were slow but he took up a lot of ground as he moved. He was barely grazing Rose's hide. He whickered at her and smiled softly.
OOC: no muse, soooo sorry rushie!
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Apr 5, 2007 19:12:38 GMT -5
A black mare named Angel of Hell.A mare who used to be part of this herd till the light brute came.She shook her dish.As she had no black markings whick made her invisable.She then smiled.Mybe if she could scare the brute.He would run off.She then went into a fast gallop.She then let out a loud pericing whinny.As all you hear was the pouding of her flints touching the ground.She then went into a faster canter.Her hooves where barely hearable now.
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Post by RUSH on Apr 5, 2007 19:36:41 GMT -5
« F E A T H E R » She only cantered onward, feeling free as life itself. She loved to run, and feel the wind in her hair and her mane against her nape. She pricked her harks foward, only to toss her head in gentle play, as the wind rushed against her hair, underneath her pounding hooves.
« R O S E » Rose cantered after Feather, the lead and higher ranking than her, and snorted loudly. Her mane and tail whipped behind her, and flowed against her like a large wave, and crashed down to rise once again. She felt something brisk against her flank, and almost instantly her harks flattened, but softly rose when she heard the whicker, reconizing it was Duke.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Apr 5, 2007 21:38:55 GMT -5
He saw the other mare. Perfect. Someone to add to his harem! A short squel emitted from his vocals. He weaved around Rose and nipped Feather's shoulder softly. You two wait here. I will be back with my prize. He nodded his head at his mares and high-stepped toward his new mare. His ears were pulled back and a nasty expression filtered his face. He reachd the mare and nipped her neck softly. Hello dollie... He laughed loudly and nipped her again, snaking his head around her neck, using his muscles to push her toward Feather and Rose. Then, suddenly, he let go. You coming? Or are you too scared? The Duke taunted her with a dip of sarcasm. He glanced over at his two other mares. They were so lovely, but he wanted more mares than them. He turned his cocoa visionarys back to the mare. Well? before christmas please!
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Post by RUSH on Apr 5, 2007 22:00:47 GMT -5
« F e a t h e r » The flicka snorted, her dial nodded inward in a slight arch as she curved to a neat halt. She pricked her harks toward the new mare, and only snorted and resided to grazing while she awaited a new member into the herd, thats if they would come into it. « R o s e » She came to a fast halt after Feather, and rested for a few moments as she caught her breath back, quickly. She returned to grazing peacefully with Feather, thought keeping a distance. She didn't take a great liking to Feather much.
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Apr 5, 2007 22:05:34 GMT -5
Angel of Hell squeeled as he nipped her and bared her teeth,and then snapped at him.And then did a sharp turn right in front of him.Teasing him.She loved to tease.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Apr 5, 2007 22:17:00 GMT -5
Tsk tsk. The painted canvas moved away from the mare. Averdercci sweatheart. He moved with sleek assurance and mvoed back to his herd. Her loss. He shook his mane back with thrill. Come along! He shook his tail and bolted forward.
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Apr 5, 2007 22:19:38 GMT -5
She halted."Just going to give up?"She said teasingly.She then shook her dish.And then dashed toward the herd.
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Post by dah -->> LESLIE <<-- on Apr 6, 2007 13:48:13 GMT -5
The equine snorted in annoyance. Barely any blood and scars to show for this victory. Oh well, he seemed worthy enough. Much more than the other brute she thought scornfully. Lazily, she climbed over the hill and trudged toward the herd. Twenty lengths away, she halted. Watching the night-hue mare pester the champion. She rolled her eyes and shifted her weight, waiting for anyone to notice.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Apr 6, 2007 16:36:04 GMT -5
Another fea came into his sight. Narrowing his opticals, the painted animal snorted and walked in place. He was thinking. He approached her and stopped a few feet from his prize. The vampriss stood before him, almost taunting him! TheDukeofHazard pawed the ground violently, then reared up on his back legs. His fore legs ripped through the air and he came down with a small thud. He lifted his left foreleg and smashed it into his terra, claiming the place as his own. Yes, this was his and everything on it was basically his.
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