Title: The Duchess Has Come....
Description: Deleila has arrived.
Description: Deleila has arrived.
Horsegirl - September 23, 2007 09:05 PM (GMT)
State the obvious,
I didn't get my perfect fantasy
I realized you love yourself
More that you could ever love me
So go and tell your friends
That I'm obsessive and crazy,
That's fine
I'll tell mine
You're gay,
And by the way,
I hate that stupid old pickup truck,
You never let me drive
You're a redneck, heartbreak
Who's really been a lie
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned,
You're just another picture to burn.
Oh yeah. That was the story of my whole three years of life. Well, make that onne. Fell in love with this handsome colt, ran off with him, broke up. Boy meets girl, boy loses girl, girl hates boy. Fun fun, might I say?
There's no time for tears
I'm just sitting here planning my revenge
There's nothing stopping me
From going out with all of your best friends
And if you come around saying sorry to me
My daddy's going to show you how sorry you'll be
Cause I hate that stupid old pickup truck,
You never let me drive
You're a redneck, heartbreak
Who's really been a lie, yeah
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned,
You're just another picture to burn.
Of course, I hadn't cared at all. A couple months in I started thinking that he was a little, you know, woo-hoo. Crazy. Weird. Half-rabid, if you will. I was starting to not like him, but happily, he ended it before I told him. And boy was he surprised when I just smiled sweetly and trotted off! Probably expecting me to start bawling or something. Sorry dude, not likely.
And if you're missing me
You better keep it to yourself
Cause coming back around here
Would be bad for your health
Cause I hate that stupid old pickup truck,
You never let me drive
You're a redneck, heartbreak
Who's really been a lie, yeah
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
In case you haven't heard,
I really, really hate that stupid old pickup truck,
You never let me drive
You're a redneck, heartbreak
Who's really been a lie, yeah
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned,
You're just another picture to burn.
Burn, burn, burn, baby burn.
Just another picture to burn
Baby burn
I trotted down the sandy beach, the hot spring sun glinting on my black hide. I made me kind of hot, heat-wise, but it did feel good, seeing as I'd just been in a freakin' cold mountain range. But oh well. It did make me look good, though, my hair gleaming from sweat and the sunlight. My tassels swirled in the cool ocean breeze, fragrant with that salty smell that the sea has. Reminded me of the coast back at home. Home....
Well, not really, if the leader here accepted me into the herd. Then this paradise would be my home. I stopped and flicked my auds around, listening to the cries of the gulls. I waded into the water, my 17-hand Fresian body relishing in the coolness. I splashed around a little, my giant obsidian hoof pawing the top of the water. Tide-pool fish swam around my legs, tickling me and making my feathering wave in the current. I trotted back up on the sand, shaking my bod dry, swishing my soaked tail around, holding it high so that it wouldn't get all nasty with sand. I whinnied to the sky, letting anyone know that Deleila was here!
Lyrics from "Picture to Burn" by Taylor Swift
sassaboo - September 23, 2007 09:27 PM (GMT)
((She's tall for a friesian xD))
Ugh, why was it that now all the newcomers were arriving? When I had to stay close to my family? Might as well get this over with, though I'm not sure how happy Calla will be with me welcoming all these mare's into the herd. Oh well, guess she will have to deal with it, just like I had to deal with my life. The sun was beating down against my bright red coat, flaxen tassles lifted back behind me as I quickly came to see who had made their arrival known. Locking my hind legs underneath my belly, I skid to a halt, kicking up sand in front of me, possibly a little crab going with it. A large friesian of my own equal height was ahead, and for a second I thought it was Beautiful Disaster returning as well. But I couldn't sense the mare's dark alliance, no, this was someone else. Lifting my crown proudly, I nickered out that I was approaching, stopping in front of her. "Greetings, I am Echelon, leader of Riduna. Is there a reason you've tresspassed?"
Horsegirl - September 23, 2007 09:37 PM (GMT)
/OOC: Well she does have Quarab and Thoroughbred in her too, so, yeah./
I'd been watching a little crab skitter across the sand when I saw a spray of sand land close to me. I looked up to see a red stallion skid to a stop a couple feet from me. So someone finally decided to show up, now did they? And from the looks of it, the leader of the beach. Oh, happy day!
I turned to face him. He looked fine, but not too happy. I listened to him, but frowned when he said that last sentence. Is there a reason you've tresspassed? "Tresspassed? Please excuse me if I'm rude, but don't stallions usually want mares to come? But anyway, I'm Deleila. Pleasure to meet you, Echelon." I looked him over with my royal blue eyes. His hide was chestnut-scarlet, pretty handsome when paired with a ridge of flaxen locks along his crest. Pretty handsome, and only as tall as me, too, which was a relief, since I was only three and might grow another inch or so. Never much liked having stallions bigger than me. Now, I know that that's normal, but to me, it's kind of disturbing. Don't ask me why, it just is.
I turned to face him. He looked fine, but not too happy. I listened to him, but frowned when he said that last sentence. Is there a reason you've tresspassed? "Tresspassed? Please excuse me if I'm rude, but don't stallions usually want mares to come? But anyway, I'm Deleila. Pleasure to meet you, Echelon." I looked him over with my royal blue eyes. His hide was chestnut-scarlet, pretty handsome when paired with a ridge of flaxen locks along his crest. Pretty handsome, and only as tall as me, too, which was a relief, since I was only three and might grow another inch or so. Never much liked having stallions bigger than me. Now, I know that that's normal, but to me, it's kind of disturbing. Don't ask me why, it just is.
sassaboo - September 23, 2007 10:31 PM (GMT)
((But Qaurab's, and their two breeds as individual, are usually pretty short too))
"Not all stallions are greedy little pigs that horde mares, miss Deleila." I snorted sarcastically to her comment, though it was true. She had tresspassed, and she was a stranger that could easily attack the smaller members of the herd, like my son.
"And might I add that you still haven't answered me, unless you want to be banned from here for tresspassing." I smirked, flicking my tail to wait and see if she would try and throw a witty remark back. What's up with me and getting into wars of sarcasm with mares? That's how it was when me and Calla met, still kind of is, and now look at us. Leaders and mates.
"And might I add that you still haven't answered me, unless you want to be banned from here for tresspassing." I smirked, flicking my tail to wait and see if she would try and throw a witty remark back. What's up with me and getting into wars of sarcasm with mares? That's how it was when me and Calla met, still kind of is, and now look at us. Leaders and mates.
Horsegirl - September 23, 2007 10:51 PM (GMT)
So he wanted to be all sarcastic, now did he? All I did was simply state what most stallions were like, is all. What's wrong with that? Oh well. I'd deal with it. But I knew that we were off to a great start.
As I listened to him continue I suddenly felt a rush of embarassment. Why hadn't I remembered to tell him that? He hadn't even asked my name! God, I hate having occasional short-term memory loss. "I'm sorry, sir. It completely slipped my mind," I said, without any sarcasm. "I've simply come for a home, is all. If I've angered you already, though, just give me the word and I'll be out of here and never back." Then I felt a small rush of smartness, or whatever it is. "Although you probably wouldn't want a filly, anyway."
As I listened to him continue I suddenly felt a rush of embarassment. Why hadn't I remembered to tell him that? He hadn't even asked my name! God, I hate having occasional short-term memory loss. "I'm sorry, sir. It completely slipped my mind," I said, without any sarcasm. "I've simply come for a home, is all. If I've angered you already, though, just give me the word and I'll be out of here and never back." Then I felt a small rush of smartness, or whatever it is. "Although you probably wouldn't want a filly, anyway."
sassaboo - September 23, 2007 11:00 PM (GMT)
"Wouldn't matter, you don't have to be in my harem to stay here. If you want a home, feel free to stay." I said finally, turning around to head back to the herd.
((Sorry for how awfully short it is, just bring her to the herd now...Do you want her as a bride or common mare?))
((Sorry for how awfully short it is, just bring her to the herd now...Do you want her as a bride or common mare?))
Horsegirl - September 23, 2007 11:16 PM (GMT)
/OOC: She can be a common mare for now, although she'd be a filly./