Looking For A Home... (Hopeless Hearts)

Title: Looking For A Home...
Description: ...for the both of us

sassaboo - January 13, 2008 06:10 PM (GMT)

Well well, here I was, former leader of a dark herd, entering a nuetral land. Four years ago, I never would've come here or any nuetral land. But here I was, crossing the borders while keeping an eye out for the leader. The scent of a stallion filled my nose, ears back warily as I approached further into to the land. At 16.1 hands, I occassionally had to duck and lowered my crown from hitting a low-hanging branch. Dirt still coated my ebony body from travelling, hooves flattening the grass I walked on. I nearly lost my footing when the grass changed to little pebbles, leading down towards a large lake.

I looked back over my shoulder for Dark Dancer, both of us could clean our coats here. But I stopped at the waters edge, growing tired of waiting for the alpha or alphess to arrive. I called out for the leader, not to be disrespectful, but to let him know that two had arrived in his lands. I was definately going to be cautious with Dancer as well, despite her scarring and filth, she was still beautiful. I hadn't actually claimed her, so she wasn't my mate just yet. But I knew some stallions wouldn't care if I loved her or not, she wasn't officially mine, so the stallions around could take her. I frowned at the thought, ears flicking back further before I shook my head to change my train of thoughts. Once again, I looked around for both the arabian mare I was with, and the alpha I was waiting for...

Horsegirl - January 15, 2008 01:19 AM (GMT)

Russet and jett frame jogged through the land beside her black mate. Auds swiveled to catch every sound; cranium swung from side to side every so often, wary of other brutes that were here. Being a dark once had made her untrusting of all hellions besides the one that called her his own. They were too unpredictable; they could be all nicey-nicey one moment, and the next, you're being forced for his horrible spawn. She knew she could trust Zycian, no doubt, it was just some little catch that she was worried about. See, he had never actually claimed her. She'd followed him, and loved him, but she was never really his, giving an opportunity for another stag to take her, her good looks acting as reason. Of course, she'd fight, but her small stature and delicate lines weren't much help. Therefore she'd better be on her guard at all times, careful of any other stallion. She just had to hope that Zy would do something to prove that she was his.

Deep mahogany orbs studied the world before her and the stud at her side. "Do you think that anyone's here?" she said, voice soft. Secretly, she hoped that there were none others, so that they both could rule. But that wasn't exactly likely. Banner was kept tucked close to her rump, thorns pinned, pillars stiff and ready to run, to rear, to fight, if the need arose. Nares flared, the scar above her eye making her seem fiercer, somehow, as she waited for the lead.

W Smack - January 15, 2008 09:45 PM (GMT)

((OOC: Rocka's the alpha, but I have a mare here if you want me to bring her - just in case you're bored or something . . .))

sassaboo - January 17, 2008 11:09 PM (GMT)

((Nah, I think it'd be easier than bringing the herd here, lol))

rocka - January 18, 2008 03:52 AM (GMT)

It was a breezy day, the kind that particularly interested Dante. The wind brought a chilling sensation to one's skin, as well as scents one could not smell on an ordinary day. This day, however, was becoming rather too interesting for his taste. A scent had drifted into flaring nares, and it brought a look of surprise to his face. He threw his head in wrath and pricked his auds, swiveling about to find the source of the smell, and now the faint crunch of grass. He snorted, then a deep, rumbling sound came from deep in his chest, and burst as a low pitched scream of fury.

Another stallion.

Pistons shot out in an instant, carrying the brute over the terrain in an imperceptible amount of time. Orbs caught sight of a large, dark bod, followed by one whose hues were mainly mahogany and black. He threw his head once more, then slowed to a trot. His haunches tucked beneath him as he came to an impressive sliding stop in front of the two. Low, rumbling tones came shooting from his darkened maw. You have no business in my land, and I ask that you leave. Now. Auds were pinned severely back to his great dome, and he stamped a foot, eager to be rid of the trespassers.

sassaboo - January 18, 2008 04:19 AM (GMT)

I raised a brow a the brute, wondering what the hell his issue was. We /did/ come into a nuetral land, had we not? Unless this stallion was a little too mare hungry for his own good that he feared any stallions stepping foot into his land. I used severe self-control from rolling my eyes at him, looking at him with such a calm face that you could have thought I hadn't heard a word he had just spoken. I was hardly impressed with him. Glancing to Dark Dancer, I rolled my shoulders back. If he wanted me to leave, he'd also have to have her leave. I was not going without her, and knowing how stallions were,I understood that he could have thought he was about to get a free mare. Over.my.dead.body. I gave a snort, looking back to the brute.

"Ah, so you are the lord of the lands. You have a difficult sense in enlarging a herd to rule, as I can already tell by mere scent that this is not a very large land, nor do you have many members at all. As a former leader I understand that tresspassers are a threat to a heard but I shall also like you to understand that I am merely looking for a home for us. Yet if you wish to keep your herd so tiny and let it die with its minimal size instead of flourishing under your rule, by all means, continue to chase out anyone seeking revuge as a herd member. In the meantime, I will get out of your way and let you continue with your dismal life."

I glanced back towards Dancer, tossing my head for us to leave. If this was the kind of welcome we would receive, I had a feeling we would never get along. Even Suicide and Midnight Maruader wasn't this bad, hell even Damis Fateh wasn't this bad. Ha, like this brute will make it far. He keeps chasing even mares away, he'll soon be challenged and end up with nothing. I turned back to the forest, delibrately stepping in front of Dancer to block the smaller brute in case he tried to steal her away while she walked by, but it'd be a lot more difficult with me standing in between them.

Horsegirl - January 27, 2008 07:41 PM (GMT)

Maw was opened, exposing fierce ivories, about to send back a vicious comment, when Zycian responded to the other brute's "welcome." Bod went stiff as she listened to the two. Small smirk crossed the blackened muzzle as he stepped away, deliberately coming in front of her to protect her from the crazed stag. Snarl crossed the facade as she stepped away. "Hope you rot in hell," she growled, anger overflowing from his outburst. Whipcord twitched as she turned and followed the jett hessian whom whe had followed for so long.

/Really crappy, sorry, but I don't feel well./

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