Title: The Irish Beauty
Description: Black Shamrock is here.
Description: Black Shamrock is here.
Horsegirl - July 25, 2007 12:14 AM (GMT)
Tan-and-ebony pistons reached and pulled back as the ground swept under them. Obsidian whipcord flew behind. Russet cranium, complete with midnight audits, was held high to look upon the land with yellow orbs. The femme's locks swirled in the cool breeze and blended with the darker sky, the sun covered by ominous clouds.
She'd come for a home, a lover. She, like many other mares, didn't want to be shoved into a corner of a herd, not remembered. No, she wanted to be something. But her attitude would definetely help her stay out of the corner. 'Cause if she was forgotten, she had enough spunk to hightail it outta there.
Pillars went rigid as she stopped and surveyed the land. Not a really good place, but she didn't plan on being here long. She sent a clear call up into the sky, letting any brutes that cared to know: Black Shamrock was here.
Scrimpy - July 25, 2007 01:42 AM (GMT)
My nares filled with the scent of another, a feminine. Instinctively my hooves started to thunder across the sandy shores and towards the vixen of sable and red. The lightly cream feathers of mine bounced with each step that I made. The ebony hooves always gleaming in the sunlight. Tossing my dome and parting my kissers, I let ring a loud call to her that I was coming to inspect.
Behind me trail a dust cloud made of sand, but sliding to a walk I continued to move along. I know I'm no prince charming just by the scar on my left eye and rag-tag mane, but I'm a good leader with nothing to lead at the current moment. And my harem needs a few queens at the moment.
Coming within feet of her, I lifted my crown with locks falling over my ligth green eyes. My mouth is parted slightly as I look over her slim figure. Blinking a few times before I speak I soon find that she isn't the most desirable, but maybe there was more to her. Clearing my throat I speak, "Hullo," I said, not bothering to go for the small talk. "I am Agni, Emperor of Ancient Canyons." I dip my head towards her before lifting it up again. "And you, irish one?" Still my ears flicked back. Thoughts of the last darks I claimed where in my head. A filly. Whether she came with me or not was on the line at the moment. I don't want anymore fillies. I want colts, and a lot of them. Maybe I shouldn't. We'll see if she can make up for luck...
Behind me trail a dust cloud made of sand, but sliding to a walk I continued to move along. I know I'm no prince charming just by the scar on my left eye and rag-tag mane, but I'm a good leader with nothing to lead at the current moment. And my harem needs a few queens at the moment.
Coming within feet of her, I lifted my crown with locks falling over my ligth green eyes. My mouth is parted slightly as I look over her slim figure. Blinking a few times before I speak I soon find that she isn't the most desirable, but maybe there was more to her. Clearing my throat I speak, "Hullo," I said, not bothering to go for the small talk. "I am Agni, Emperor of Ancient Canyons." I dip my head towards her before lifting it up again. "And you, irish one?" Still my ears flicked back. Thoughts of the last darks I claimed where in my head. A filly. Whether she came with me or not was on the line at the moment. I don't want anymore fillies. I want colts, and a lot of them. Maybe I shouldn't. We'll see if she can make up for luck...
Horsegirl - July 25, 2007 03:55 AM (GMT)
The Irish Draught stiffened when she saw the brute step in front of her. So, he dared to come get her? Well, Shami wasn't about to go so easily. He called her "Irish one." Well, at least he got the facts right and didn't call her some damned Arabian or something. And he said his name first. Polite. But he'd have to do more to get her.
"Name's Black Shamrock. What do you want?" she snarled to him, obsidian thorns pinned back against her skull. She looked him over with her haunting yellow eyes. He was a strawberry roan Appaloosa, she could tell that much. Some draft blood in there too, by the feathering on his pillars. He was kind of handsome, but she wouldn't be taken in by looks alone.
"Name's Black Shamrock. What do you want?" she snarled to him, obsidian thorns pinned back against her skull. She looked him over with her haunting yellow eyes. He was a strawberry roan Appaloosa, she could tell that much. Some draft blood in there too, by the feathering on his pillars. He was kind of handsome, but she wouldn't be taken in by looks alone.
Horsegirl - September 9, 2007 05:33 PM (GMT)
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