Strike A [p O S E] (Hopeless Hearts)

Title: Strike A [p O S E]
Description: before you're eaten.

Mystery - April 20, 2008 09:02 PM (GMT)

The carefree gait of a mare wanders through the land. Taking her time, needing nothing, wanting all. Spotted pelt wrinkled with mud, uncared for. Flaxen locks dulled to a tinted yellow. A mare that didn't care walked about. Denied from most lands for her rude syllabuls and catty behavior. Letting her peach colored hooves pause and glance around the ruined wasteland for a moment, a curt nod left forelock wavering. Traceful eyes opened and closed, body breathing slowly, everything seemed perfect at the moment to her.

Moving closer to the scent of horse, she stopped again. Rolling her eyes, she flung back her locks to get a better perspective. "Come out, come out where ever you are horsey," she said, tone slicing the thick air. It felt so denial here, like you have to be special to even step hoof here. She didn't really give a damn whether she was special or an exil, she thought this would be a perfect place to live. Well, not perfect, but good enough. All the other lands seemed fake and too pretty looking like they actually cared for their land. Here, it just seemed like a place where you could roam and no one would care.

Niveau was a horse of spotted chestnut, one exiled from her own family for not being rightfully colored. It wasn't her fault that her home herd were stuck up bxtches either. Stamping a hoof and letting out a short and blunt neigh, she lifted her head up. Shaking her coat, she felt too clean. It was something that was the normal about her. She didn't like being too sparkly clean, felt too light to be it. Pawing at a patch of grass, she bent her neck and gripped a few pieces in her mouth. Chewing slowly, she let her hues examine the ruins carefully. Every single detail registered into her mind with precision. The place wasn't too shabby after all.

Mango - April 23, 2008 01:15 AM (GMT)

A scent I knew all too well. Mare.
I was used to the scent by now, it swooped into my nostrils and expanded further.
Other femmes already lived in the beautiful ruins, but every one was still a treasure. Gold in my lands.
I liked the sound of that. My lands. I was king, ruler, supreme. But I wouldn't let it touch my ego. At least for now.

Hooves touched the ground as I carried myself to the newcomer. I hoped that she was beautiful, and I hoped that she wasn't anything I disliked. There was a long list, afterall. And if she didn't at least level up to the others, she'd be booted immediately. I turned the corner, and there!

My, was she beautiful. I had the urge, and let it pass. As a leader, I wanted equines to have as much respect for me as posible, and resorting to old tactics was not the way to do it.
I advanced the mare, looked her over with careful scrutiny. She was striking at first glance, the combination of her bone structure and coat. My, I was a collector of rare beauty, wasn't I?
"Helloo doll." I drawled slightly, keeping a tight smirk on my kissers.
I had stopped before her, pale hooves resting on the ground.
"How can I help you?"

Mystery - April 27, 2008 04:10 PM (GMT)

"This doll would like a place to stay," she spoke without even a glance toward the stallion. Finishing her mouthful of grass, she lifted diadem of spots to look the brute over. Eyes carefully looked him over, unique coating catching her eye. Flaxen locks slowly twirled back and forth as she waited for an answer. Resting back on her legs, she didn't really like the smirk on his lips. This stallion to her looked like the kind that would jump any pretty mare's bones if he could. Well, he could have very well jumped her's and she was quite surprised he didn't. The point of her thoughts was, she wouldn't have stopped him. She wasn't desperate, just didn't care if she had a foal or not, didn't care to get force bred or not. It all didn't matter, she was still alive, wasn't she?

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