Title: I'll { F E E D } Your Obession
Spirit Dancer - January 21, 2008 10:16 PM (GMT)
A single glance. That's all that took from the young Duchess-to-be to send most to their knees, if they knew of her quick temper and sharp tongue. If one did not; they would learn sooner or later. Most of the time, it was sooner for the young femme due to her recent times and progressions though the world. For, unlike the "peasents" as she so called them, she was doomed to an arranged coupling. She would never have the chance to spend the long months to find that perfect one, like everyone else. She would be stuck at the side of a pompous stag whom was destined to be twice her age, and was intent about expanding his harem of mares and siring children to name a heir.
Dispite these thoughts, and the punishment that would ensue her departure, she followed her half-brother, Giovanni, in fleeing their home. Though lost half way through their traveling, she had managed to reach the same place - though through the tests of endurance, she discovered she wasn't blessed by the Gods like Giovanni. She was destined to swing between the path of Light and Dark for an eternity.
However disgruntled by these recurring thoughts, the young mistress was one of those who'd catch your attention and keep it.
Her canvas was a rare, dark golden color - with lighter tones dappling her lean, lithe body. White stockings graced long pillars, as her mug muzzle was ashened. Long tresses of her mane hung down to right above her knees; as her tail drug behind like the train on a Wedding dress. Both her mane and tail obtained curls, flashing their pale gold coloring in the sun with each bounce as she trotted along the land.
Her occuli were an exotic color, one rare amongst those of their homeland. A bright, entoxicating blue. It defined the mistress's name, if one heard the whispering of her name; Rosabella Nicola.
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That's how I'd been described multiple times. Though my brother was no longer at my side, for he'd become lovestruck with some inbred fool in our haste to escape, I was strong. I had to be, to escape from our father's iron grasp. And I did, since I now stood here, in a different world. A place where I no longer would be hounded by my father's men, no longer pressed to be something that I wasn't. Now I could be the real Me; the Me that young Lords' and Dukes' sons knew so well, though my father was oblivious to my frivolous games, and blasphemous words of courting.
But here, the tables might of turned on me. I'd adapted to the changes in culture on my adventure - I had no doubts that I could change to people's behaviors here. I was flexible, at the least.
And, as vain as I could put it, I was still as breathtaking as I had been. Long, pale golden tresses hung delicately over my facade that bore a mixture between a playful and a serious expression; curls hung like pale golden curtains down my slender, dark golden boa. My tail was still its same Wedding trail style, and just as curly, and possibly longer.
As for my pools, they were still their entoxicating blue as they'd been since birth. Theynow held the understanding of others as they struggled for survival, something I'd never experienced in my short life until about a year ago, and the desire to find a safe place to call home. Would I, though? Find a place to call "home", after running away from what I'd thought to be one?
-FIN?-
abbydoodle96 - January 21, 2008 10:27 PM (GMT)
This was the next step to becoming a great alpha. I had claimed the lands and now I just needed to create the herd, which all started with claiming your first mare, and that was what I planned on doing. Wether the mare I chose wanted to go with me back to the Dimitra Cliffs or not, she would anyway.
I took a look around the land at all the mares that were scattered over the Shadowlands. Now, I had to choose the right one. I suddenly spotted one, and simply walked over to her, not wanting to frighten her if she didn't see me at first. Yes, she would do perfectly. Now just to earn her trust and bring her back to my new lands, wther she wanted to or not.
"Bonjour, manquer," I said in my first language, French, but then it came to me that she probably didn't know the French language. "Hello, miss," I said in English, my accent strong. "I'm Apollinair, Apollo if you prefer. May I know your name?"
I took a look around the land at all the mares that were scattered over the Shadowlands. Now, I had to choose the right one. I suddenly spotted one, and simply walked over to her, not wanting to frighten her if she didn't see me at first. Yes, she would do perfectly. Now just to earn her trust and bring her back to my new lands, wther she wanted to or not.
"Bonjour, manquer," I said in my first language, French, but then it came to me that she probably didn't know the French language. "Hello, miss," I said in English, my accent strong. "I'm Apollinair, Apollo if you prefer. May I know your name?"
Spirit Dancer - January 22, 2008 06:31 PM (GMT)
My Andalusian lineage was evident; if not in the build of my frame and height, than it was evident through how long and thick my tresses were. From the other wild horses that I'd seen on my way here, their manes usually stopped at their flank and their tails barely brushed the backs of their hooves. If approached by one of them, I was always asked if I'd belonged to a huamn - which only earned them a laugh in their face. Owned by Humans? Never!
Dark golden audda flickered back as the brute approached, entoxicating occuli were pinned onto him.
"Sì, suppongo così," comes my response, Italian rolling off my tongue quicker than English. It had been, afterall, my first language.
"I am Rosabella Nicola. Bella is fine." I added, with some disdain and with a heavy accent, knowing he probably didn't know Italian. What a shame..
[ Translation: ]
1. Sì, suppongo così.
- Yes, I suppose so.
Dark golden audda flickered back as the brute approached, entoxicating occuli were pinned onto him.
"Sì, suppongo così," comes my response, Italian rolling off my tongue quicker than English. It had been, afterall, my first language.
"I am Rosabella Nicola. Bella is fine." I added, with some disdain and with a heavy accent, knowing he probably didn't know Italian. What a shame..
[ Translation: ]
1. Sì, suppongo così.
- Yes, I suppose so.
abbydoodle96 - January 22, 2008 08:07 PM (GMT)
Rosabella Nicola, I thought to myself, trying to remember the name. I was often bad about forgetting other equines' names, and I wanted to be able to remember Bella's. I nodded, first listening to her other language, which I did not know. My only languages were French and English, in that order.
"Pleasure to meet you, Bella," I said, then looked behind me for a moment, before looking back at Bella. "Listen, you come with me back to the Dimitra Cliffs, or you stay here and rot," I said, pretty much telling her that she would come with me wether she wanted to or not. Hopefully she'd want to, but if she didn't...oh well. I waited for her response.
"Pleasure to meet you, Bella," I said, then looked behind me for a moment, before looking back at Bella. "Listen, you come with me back to the Dimitra Cliffs, or you stay here and rot," I said, pretty much telling her that she would come with me wether she wanted to or not. Hopefully she'd want to, but if she didn't...oh well. I waited for her response.
Spirit Dancer - January 22, 2008 08:36 PM (GMT)
I snorted indiginately, tossing my head so that pale gold tresses were no longer in my line of vision. I laughed sardonically; its bittersweet sound reverberated back to me once I stopped.
"How you humor me, Apollo is it?" I respond, entoxicating hues watched him, my laughter still dancing in them. "I'm sorry to inform you, that since I know nothing about you, I won't be moving anywhere. For being nicknamed after an infamous God, you are nothing like him."
"How you humor me, Apollo is it?" I respond, entoxicating hues watched him, my laughter still dancing in them. "I'm sorry to inform you, that since I know nothing about you, I won't be moving anywhere. For being nicknamed after an infamous God, you are nothing like him."
abbydoodle96 - January 22, 2008 08:42 PM (GMT)
I watched her laugh for a moment, then snorted and rolled my eyes at the mare. Little did she know she know that I didn't choose the nickname, but an old mate did. I always hated that nickname, but it sort of just stuck and that's what everyone called me since then.
"Oh, and what do you need to know?" I asked, anger filling in my voice. Oh, how I wanted to just leave with this mare and get back to my land. I hated the Claiming Grounds so far, but knew that's where I'd have to go if I wanted mares in my herd.
"Oh, and what do you need to know?" I asked, anger filling in my voice. Oh, how I wanted to just leave with this mare and get back to my land. I hated the Claiming Grounds so far, but knew that's where I'd have to go if I wanted mares in my herd.
Spirit Dancer - January 26, 2008 05:10 PM (GMT)
My dark golden canvas ripples, lighter dapples more evident in the sun, as my long limbs stretch forward into a sauntering walk. My thick, wedding-trained tail is held up in pride, and to help keep it as clean as possible from the ground.
"Well.." I start to reply, trailing off as entoxicating hues took in his appearance; details, flaws from his parents' breeding. I took my sweet time to continue, only doing so while I circled around him. "Since I know your name, what about the land you reside in? Your purpose here?"
I knew it was obvious why he was here, but I also knew some mares were forced in predicaments like this. It was better to ask than to deal with the consequences later.
"Well.." I start to reply, trailing off as entoxicating hues took in his appearance; details, flaws from his parents' breeding. I took my sweet time to continue, only doing so while I circled around him. "Since I know your name, what about the land you reside in? Your purpose here?"
I knew it was obvious why he was here, but I also knew some mares were forced in predicaments like this. It was better to ask than to deal with the consequences later.
abbydoodle96 - January 26, 2008 05:19 PM (GMT)
I snorted and thought about my new lands; The Dimtria Cliffs. I had just claimed it not that long ago, so I didn't know much about it, but I had to say something. I couldn't just stand there and let the conversation turn into an awkward silence. "Well, I just claimed the Dimitria Cliffs not that long ago, so I still have to explore," I said, truthfully. Hopefully not knowing about my land wouldn't give her the wrong idea. "and I'm here to claim my first mare, obviously."
Hopefully I could talk her into coming with me back to my land, or I'd have to force her back. I didn't really want to have to do that, but any way to get her into my land...I'd do it.
Hopefully I could talk her into coming with me back to my land, or I'd have to force her back. I didn't really want to have to do that, but any way to get her into my land...I'd do it.
Spirit Dancer - January 26, 2008 05:27 PM (GMT)
Dark golden audda flickered backwards, disappearing into my volumptous curls briefly, before they returned to their forward stances. A King? Now this was certainly interesting..
"Ah, vedo," comes my response as I cease my circling of the brute, walking a bit away so that there was a good distance between him and I. Newly claimed, and Cliffs at that? He was going to have a tough time keeping his herd members in check. "Then tell me what you know of your lands, these..Dimitria Cliffs," I added, my calm voice was husky from the Italian accent I carried.
"Ah, vedo," comes my response as I cease my circling of the brute, walking a bit away so that there was a good distance between him and I. Newly claimed, and Cliffs at that? He was going to have a tough time keeping his herd members in check. "Then tell me what you know of your lands, these..Dimitria Cliffs," I added, my calm voice was husky from the Italian accent I carried.
Translation:
1. Vedo
- I see
abbydoodle96 - January 26, 2008 05:39 PM (GMT)
Obsidian audda went back against my cranium, as I thought about what I actually knew about my land, which wasn't much. I had only been there a day or two before I left to find myself a mare, so I did no exploring, which didn't help when I needed to describe my lands.
"Its hard to find fresh food," I began. "Its muddy. There cliffs, obviously. That's all I know at the moment." Great, the best description of a land ever! That would definatly get her to come to my lands. There was nothing really good about my land, except that it was Dark, and no one could mistake it for a Neutral or Light land, which was good.
"Its hard to find fresh food," I began. "Its muddy. There cliffs, obviously. That's all I know at the moment." Great, the best description of a land ever! That would definatly get her to come to my lands. There was nothing really good about my land, except that it was Dark, and no one could mistake it for a Neutral or Light land, which was good.
Zephyr - January 30, 2008 03:36 AM (GMT)
Full Name: Broken Devotion
Nickname: Omen
Age: Seven
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Friesian [ undiluted ]
Coat Color: Black
Mane/Tail Color: Black
Height: 16hh
Personality: Coy, seductive, intelligent, refined
Alliance: Dark
History: None to speak of. Travelled through a few herds, creating hassles and starting fights. An undesirable herd member.
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Cruel vermillion eyes ravaged the desolate terrain, each bent and broken tree, every fallen leaf and every pebble was taken in. The beast took in great detail of the possible escape routes, though he deemed that flight would not be needed tonight. Tonight he would wait until his presence was noticed, by mare, stallion, or babe. It would do the mothers well to keep their young from the reach of this beast, for dark heethans like himself rarely took well to foals. Broken Devotion had never fathered any foals, he had only created them. Smirking, his onyx irons stabbed powerfully at the soil. His 'aura' was none-too-friendly, with his tattered ears glued to his apex, his crested name drawn tight to his chest, and his black lips trembling over his stained enamels. He was polite, he was caring, he was kind and of course he was attentive. He was also a liar, truly insincere. He toyed with the minds of his targets, no matter how well guarded their thoughts, Broken Devotion read them with ease. His tongue was predominantly foul, less surrounded by tasty vixens, though stallions often received the bitterness kept within him. He wasn't a desirable stallion to have in a herd, for he was dishonest and loyal only to himself and his needs. He didn't care, he just didn't care.
For a Friesian, he was just above average height, gliding sixteen hands above the dirt. He knew several other Friesians who towered at seventeen hands or so, but they could hardly call themselves purebloods, for that was what he was. Purebred, pureblooded, pure in every essence. His passion was to seduce, disarm and dethrone, and perhaps that was what he intended to do here. His stance was relaxed as he ground to a restrained halt, his right hind leg pitched forth onto it's tip. His tail's sable fibres were tossed about in the light wind, as was his shaggy, unkempt mane. He had the look of a rogue or a pilgrim, but at heart he was a herd lover. He just kept his stays short in every visit, and the leader of this land should have hoped that his stay would be very, very... very short. His scarred flanks rose in a rhythm of one, two, one, two, portraying to any onlooker that he was calm and well collected, and foolishly unwary.
His crimson tongue slithered back into his jowels from its brief lick of the lips and he eyed the bleak horizon for company. Come on dears, he chided, make yourselves known
Ah. There. Broken Devotion swung east, in his vision the brilliantly colored tapestry of a golden mare, and at her nose, a well proportioned gypsy vanner stallion. Most would think competition, but with his twisted sense of understanding and humour, he thought ... allies. Broken Devotion appeared to their right, his bode glistening with unshed sweat from the heat and he spoke softly, his ears directly forth "Might i seek an audience of this fine lady and this strong lord? My name is Omen, might i know yours?" If he had any sense, the stallion would kill him right now. It'd save the world a heck of a lot of trouble.
fin.
Spirit Dancer - February 4, 2008 12:39 AM (GMT)
[x] Coming! [/x]
Spirit Dancer - February 4, 2008 03:05 AM (GMT)
I scoffed; uncaring whether Apollo heard me or not. dark golden audda pivoted backwards, burying themselves in my voluptous pale gold mane. Pathetic, as he and everyone else should know.
"You mean to say, you know little to nothing about your land?' I replied, my dark golden tiara held high as my blue pools watched him with a scrutinizing stare.
Entoxicating hues glanced to my right, before making a double take. Blue pools caught the sight of the black brute, who was bigger than I and Apollo; and despite his scruffy appearance, he shows some manners. Delicate audda free themselves frm my voluptous curtain of a mane, to pivot forward to catch his words.
"Of course, Lord Omen. I am Rosabella Nicola, or more simply Bella," I replied politly, bowing my dark tiara slightly to him as I did, with a faintest of smirks. Things were going to get very interesting, I could feel it.
-FIN-
"You mean to say, you know little to nothing about your land?' I replied, my dark golden tiara held high as my blue pools watched him with a scrutinizing stare.
Entoxicating hues glanced to my right, before making a double take. Blue pools caught the sight of the black brute, who was bigger than I and Apollo; and despite his scruffy appearance, he shows some manners. Delicate audda free themselves frm my voluptous curtain of a mane, to pivot forward to catch his words.
"Of course, Lord Omen. I am Rosabella Nicola, or more simply Bella," I replied politly, bowing my dark tiara slightly to him as I did, with a faintest of smirks. Things were going to get very interesting, I could feel it.
-FIN-
Zephyr - February 4, 2008 03:43 AM (GMT)
nothing but an... OMEN
Broken Devotion sank to his left knee with elegance as his right hoof slid out from under him and forwards, bowing in return. Flattery came quickly to the sharp mind of the blackened beast. His gentlemanly ways were strengthened by speech "It is a pleasure, Lady Bella. Your name is beautiful off the tongue, if only mine was so captivating" The appearence of the dappled bronze seraph pleased him. As a stallion, in time, he sought to lead a herd and of course, strengthen his bloodline in the lands. Unlike other misguided beasts, not every mare was worthy, in fact, he had yet to mean a single one, who was. First impressions were also important, and the silky tone of the mare, her slight frame and exotic hues told him clearly that she was a rarity. He had come here not to posess her, but to converse with her and if fate willed it, know her. The stallion had yet to put a word in, and though he looked capable enough of starting a fight, Omen was comfortable enough with the situation "Please, Lady Bella, Omen will do. I hold only the rank of herd stallion to date in Deathtrap Riverbed" Though that will change soon, perhaps in an instant. "I assume i've interrupted the process of claimance..." He added, his tone lacking apology.
FIN :]
Broken Devotion sank to his left knee with elegance as his right hoof slid out from under him and forwards, bowing in return. Flattery came quickly to the sharp mind of the blackened beast. His gentlemanly ways were strengthened by speech "It is a pleasure, Lady Bella. Your name is beautiful off the tongue, if only mine was so captivating" The appearence of the dappled bronze seraph pleased him. As a stallion, in time, he sought to lead a herd and of course, strengthen his bloodline in the lands. Unlike other misguided beasts, not every mare was worthy, in fact, he had yet to mean a single one, who was. First impressions were also important, and the silky tone of the mare, her slight frame and exotic hues told him clearly that she was a rarity. He had come here not to posess her, but to converse with her and if fate willed it, know her. The stallion had yet to put a word in, and though he looked capable enough of starting a fight, Omen was comfortable enough with the situation "Please, Lady Bella, Omen will do. I hold only the rank of herd stallion to date in Deathtrap Riverbed" Though that will change soon, perhaps in an instant. "I assume i've interrupted the process of claimance..." He added, his tone lacking apology.
FIN :]
Spirit Dancer - February 6, 2008 08:38 PM (GMT)
Dark golden audda pivoted sideways, almost anticipating Apollo's reaction and remark to Omen's entrance and interruption to his own pitiful speel about his lands, slightly downtrodden when nothing came from the bi-hued brute. Casting the feeling aside, I put all my attention towards Omen once more, as dark golden audda pivoted forward once more to listen to him speak. I could catch his elegance in his words, which showed some type of civilized upbringing.
'Good. I'd be a fool to become partners with a barbarian.'
"Only a herd stallion? Oh, m'dear, you could do so much more," I replied, my feigning surprise mocked my accent, though my dancing blue pools showed my playfulness. "Claimence? I think not; I'd have to be an inbred fool to follow a stallion, King, Lord, or whatever, who knew little to nothing of his lands."
-FIN-
'Good. I'd be a fool to become partners with a barbarian.'
"Only a herd stallion? Oh, m'dear, you could do so much more," I replied, my feigning surprise mocked my accent, though my dancing blue pools showed my playfulness. "Claimence? I think not; I'd have to be an inbred fool to follow a stallion, King, Lord, or whatever, who knew little to nothing of his lands."
-FIN-
abbydoodle96 - February 6, 2008 09:15 PM (GMT)
I suddenly rolled my eyes and snorted at the sight of the other stallion, my audda going flat against my cranium. Well, this was not going well at all, not only with him arriving, but that Bella probably wouldn't want to go with me to my lands anyway. Just because I knew nothing of them. I knew I should've explored before coming here.
Ignoring the stallion, I looked back over to the mare, trying not to blow up on her and yell. "I'll explore more once I get back," I said, in a calm voice. "I was wanting to explore with someone with me...for company." That was the truth, right there. It wasn't that I was scared to explore. No! I just wanted to explore with someone, as I hated being alone. I always wanted someone around for company.
Ignoring the stallion, I looked back over to the mare, trying not to blow up on her and yell. "I'll explore more once I get back," I said, in a calm voice. "I was wanting to explore with someone with me...for company." That was the truth, right there. It wasn't that I was scared to explore. No! I just wanted to explore with someone, as I hated being alone. I always wanted someone around for company.
Zephyr - February 7, 2008 09:10 AM (GMT)
nothing but an... OMEN
Omen took the ignorance of the other beast as an insult. Drawing back in powerful curvature into a taught arch, his vermillion gaze raked the facade of the stag. He would not openly challenge the other for such a small reason, but he would not tolerate it. "Sir? Is your name to be withheld?" The question slipped spitefully from his gullet, his pinnacles kept to the stallion. A please smile crept across the tweaked muzzle of the blackened creature as Bella praised him "Appreciated", he nodded, mug dropped as a nod. At the bitter retort from the copper splotched mare, his diadem again, swung to eye the other stag carefully. Her tone was accusing and he slyly felt he was already flying down the winning strait. Despite the difference in their positions, Omen agreed with the valkyrie, but then again, he only knew just enough about his new home. And Lady Bella, are you here for a companion, herd or mate? He strongly doubted the latter. Dark mares learned quickly, and deciding on a mate so soon often lead to rape. They had adapted and grown beautifully in solitude. No dark mare was useless, most, if not all, were well skilled hunters.
FIN :]
SO sorry about the wait, guys! Forgive me!? <3<3
Omen took the ignorance of the other beast as an insult. Drawing back in powerful curvature into a taught arch, his vermillion gaze raked the facade of the stag. He would not openly challenge the other for such a small reason, but he would not tolerate it. "Sir? Is your name to be withheld?" The question slipped spitefully from his gullet, his pinnacles kept to the stallion. A please smile crept across the tweaked muzzle of the blackened creature as Bella praised him "Appreciated", he nodded, mug dropped as a nod. At the bitter retort from the copper splotched mare, his diadem again, swung to eye the other stag carefully. Her tone was accusing and he slyly felt he was already flying down the winning strait. Despite the difference in their positions, Omen agreed with the valkyrie, but then again, he only knew just enough about his new home. And Lady Bella, are you here for a companion, herd or mate? He strongly doubted the latter. Dark mares learned quickly, and deciding on a mate so soon often lead to rape. They had adapted and grown beautifully in solitude. No dark mare was useless, most, if not all, were well skilled hunters.
FIN :]
SO sorry about the wait, guys! Forgive me!? <3<3
Zephyr - February 17, 2008 03:33 AM (GMT)
fin.
Spirit Dancer - February 18, 2008 03:22 AM (GMT)
Exotic pools watched the exchange of expressions as dark golden audials remained forward, pivoting ever-so slightly sideways; as if showing my slight disappointment that nothing too major was going to happen. So far, it was only a verbal duel - though I knew both were capable of ensuing a physical fight.
Only when Omen's attention redirected itself to me, did my audda return to their forward stances, blue pools fixed on him to ensure eye contact.
"Honestly, m'dear? I lack much patience for the latter; call it "hot blood" if you must," I replied, my reedy laughter breaking my serious expressions for once. "As I lack the patience to be below others. But, I seek a herd - a mate for later."
Only when Omen's attention redirected itself to me, did my audda return to their forward stances, blue pools fixed on him to ensure eye contact.
"Honestly, m'dear? I lack much patience for the latter; call it "hot blood" if you must," I replied, my reedy laughter breaking my serious expressions for once. "As I lack the patience to be below others. But, I seek a herd - a mate for later."
abbydoodle96 - February 18, 2008 02:58 PM (GMT)
((You know what? Pretend my stallion was never here. I don't have the time to post in this thread. Apollo will wait for a different mare.))
Zephyr - February 19, 2008 03:54 AM (GMT)
nothing but an... OMEN
Interesting move. Broken Devotion eyed the leaving alpha with some confusion in his cold eyes. If anything, the other stag had had the upper hand. He could offer Bella safety, a fine rank, and of course, he was the alpha of his own land. Omen could offer her a home, as he was sure Santico would never refuse a mare entry. Of course, if he grew closer to the exotic mare then he would perhaps protect her from harm. Yet still, it was odd. Tossing his head, his sable tendrils crept silently down the sides of his full cheeks. He definitely wasn't the ugliest of stallions, with a coat of ebony luster, flawless conformation and the beauty bestowed on only the luckiest of Friesians. Her sharp eyes pinned his down, and he willingly returned the favor. “A shame” He drawled carefully. ”As we are both new acquaintances, offering you a place as my mate would be inappropriate, in my own eyes. However, seeing as your previous suitor has taken his leave, it’d be just as rude to depart alone. If you wish, I am sure my lord, Santico, would be honored to have such a fine demoness within his herd” Fine brows lifted, awaiting her response ”Of course, I will not force you there.”
FIN :]
-sigh- Abby, i wasn't meaning to drive you out if it sounded like that. Sorries.
Interesting move. Broken Devotion eyed the leaving alpha with some confusion in his cold eyes. If anything, the other stag had had the upper hand. He could offer Bella safety, a fine rank, and of course, he was the alpha of his own land. Omen could offer her a home, as he was sure Santico would never refuse a mare entry. Of course, if he grew closer to the exotic mare then he would perhaps protect her from harm. Yet still, it was odd. Tossing his head, his sable tendrils crept silently down the sides of his full cheeks. He definitely wasn't the ugliest of stallions, with a coat of ebony luster, flawless conformation and the beauty bestowed on only the luckiest of Friesians. Her sharp eyes pinned his down, and he willingly returned the favor. “A shame” He drawled carefully. ”As we are both new acquaintances, offering you a place as my mate would be inappropriate, in my own eyes. However, seeing as your previous suitor has taken his leave, it’d be just as rude to depart alone. If you wish, I am sure my lord, Santico, would be honored to have such a fine demoness within his herd” Fine brows lifted, awaiting her response ”Of course, I will not force you there.”
FIN :]
-sigh- Abby, i wasn't meaning to drive you out if it sounded like that. Sorries.
abbydoodle96 - February 19, 2008 02:05 PM (GMT)
((No, that's not why. I'm going to let Omen have her, as I don't have the time for this thread right. ;) ))
Zephyr - February 20, 2008 03:03 AM (GMT)
ooc// Okays :] Fair enough.
Spirit Dancer - February 21, 2008 12:08 PM (GMT)
[x] Coming. :] Must go to school, unfortunately. [/x]
Spirit Dancer - February 23, 2008 05:37 AM (GMT)
I watched the retreating form of Apollo cooly; never had I been one to lose a stallion's interest with good "grace". Call it a brief jealousy, but I was never fond of having a brute lose interest and place it on another mare - it irked me too much when such an act was commited. My blue pools flicker over to Omen, placatedly watching him as he drawled on with his perfected grammar and collected air. It was a voice I could get used to, easily. A brow arched carefully, as he continued to speak, as I learned more about the sable gentleman as he spoke. He knew modesty, and how to take things slow - a surprise that rarely took me, only because many suitors tried to rush a mare into partnership after a brief meeting. But not this Miss, I assure you. A formal inquiry would be needed to make this Miss change to a Missus.
"It would a pleasure and an honor, Lord Omen," I replied, nodding my dark golden tiara slightly with my approval. He was sure that I'd be recieved heartily, so I doubted there was much that could cause me harm; at the least, I'd be forced into the King's harem - of which I could probably refuse such a request. Monogamous, yes, but I wasn't an inbred fool; I knew the harems Kings could possess and I'd rather die in shame than particapate in one.
-FIN-
"It would a pleasure and an honor, Lord Omen," I replied, nodding my dark golden tiara slightly with my approval. He was sure that I'd be recieved heartily, so I doubted there was much that could cause me harm; at the least, I'd be forced into the King's harem - of which I could probably refuse such a request. Monogamous, yes, but I wasn't an inbred fool; I knew the harems Kings could possess and I'd rather die in shame than particapate in one.
-FIN-
Zephyr - February 24, 2008 05:19 AM (GMT)
nothing but an... OMEN
- It would a pleasure and an honor, Lord Omen - Perfect. A sliver of pearl broke the rich black muzzle as he flashed her a smile. Indeed, he was pleased. In all honesty, she was not a mare in his harem, for he hadn't the rank to have a harem, but she was familiar with him now. In had plans for the future, near and distant, and these plans included one or two promotions. Rosabella Nicola, a mare as exotic as her name, was now under his protection. It was possible that she would reap the rewards of this if she was ever threatened, but most creatures knew to steer well clear of a dark stallion and his mares. When Omen took a liking to any female, he was savagely aggression when it came to protection. They were the finest assets to a stallion; a promise of continuing genetics and growing herds. Without mares, there were no herds, and without foals, there was no future.
One problem Omen often found, was the clash of preferences between genders when it came to harems. Some mares believed that it was only one mare to one stallion, and some stallions went with that. Omen wasn't one. For more foals, and more offspring carrying his genes, you'd need more mares. He had never loved, Omen, he had only liked to a huge extent. This mare, Rosabella Nicola, was the first mare to be his, and would certainly not be the last. Luckily though, as his first, she already had gained favour from him. Omen would not force her to carry his seed, it was even possible that Santico would take her for himself. That, would certainly not bring them any closer, and the lord probably couldn't make a stupider decision. This one mare had proven herself respectable, and he admired her for that. Few beings had ever influenced Omen in such a short space of time.
With a grateful whicker, his powerful shoulders turned away from her, though his eyes remained upon hers. His nose twitched, or was it a subtle invitation to follow? "I believe my 'lord' will be surprised by your beauty, Lady Bella. As i was. The only bother i believe you'll recieve, are Santico's mares. Two are respectable, once known, Disaster and Rossa. The other has already spat out twins for him. I have no doubt you'll cope."
FIN :]
ooc; surprisingly long post =D Post in the riverbed?
- It would a pleasure and an honor, Lord Omen - Perfect. A sliver of pearl broke the rich black muzzle as he flashed her a smile. Indeed, he was pleased. In all honesty, she was not a mare in his harem, for he hadn't the rank to have a harem, but she was familiar with him now. In had plans for the future, near and distant, and these plans included one or two promotions. Rosabella Nicola, a mare as exotic as her name, was now under his protection. It was possible that she would reap the rewards of this if she was ever threatened, but most creatures knew to steer well clear of a dark stallion and his mares. When Omen took a liking to any female, he was savagely aggression when it came to protection. They were the finest assets to a stallion; a promise of continuing genetics and growing herds. Without mares, there were no herds, and without foals, there was no future.
One problem Omen often found, was the clash of preferences between genders when it came to harems. Some mares believed that it was only one mare to one stallion, and some stallions went with that. Omen wasn't one. For more foals, and more offspring carrying his genes, you'd need more mares. He had never loved, Omen, he had only liked to a huge extent. This mare, Rosabella Nicola, was the first mare to be his, and would certainly not be the last. Luckily though, as his first, she already had gained favour from him. Omen would not force her to carry his seed, it was even possible that Santico would take her for himself. That, would certainly not bring them any closer, and the lord probably couldn't make a stupider decision. This one mare had proven herself respectable, and he admired her for that. Few beings had ever influenced Omen in such a short space of time.
With a grateful whicker, his powerful shoulders turned away from her, though his eyes remained upon hers. His nose twitched, or was it a subtle invitation to follow? "I believe my 'lord' will be surprised by your beauty, Lady Bella. As i was. The only bother i believe you'll recieve, are Santico's mares. Two are respectable, once known, Disaster and Rossa. The other has already spat out twins for him. I have no doubt you'll cope."
FIN :]
ooc; surprisingly long post =D Post in the riverbed?
Spirit Dancer - February 25, 2008 02:37 AM (GMT)
[x] Sure thing, Zeff. :] I'll get to the Riverbed with Bella ASAP. [/x]