Sarah
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Post by Sarah on Jul 7, 2007 19:42:01 GMT -5
True love is a fairy tale...[/b] I'm damaged, so how would i know?The lake was still, barely a ripple distubing its glassy surface as it reflected the setting sun above. Purple clouds whisped lazily over the firey reds and oranges of the summer sunset, and only the lightest of breeze's danced over the plains to bring little relief to the gathered horses. Swan peered down on these horses from her shady outlook, her dreds' flicking away those pesky flies from her chestnut hocks. She was glad to be in the presence of horses again, she missed her days running with her band of youngsters, but alas; we all have to grow up sometime. With the overwhelming heat and the tiring journey it had taken to arrive here, Swans eyes grew heavy and her neck arched gracefully yet wearily. Her mind drifted, back to the days when she had no cares for stallions, and herds. The days when she could roam freely with the other fillies and colts, dancing and playing until their hearts were content. Furthur back... back to the days she still lived with her sires herd, he was a large black brute who didnt concern himself with his offspring to much but even so Swan admired and idolised him. And her dam, her lovely dam Allunde who she missed so dearly even now. Most horses didn't recall their parents after so long but Swan's dam had been so beautiful and elusive she was impossible to forget. The name Swan was slightly ironic in a way. Allunde had been the ideal mare, a living perfection and her sire Convict had been the strongest, most respected stallion in their homeland. In comparison, Swan was more like an ugly duckling. Not to say she was repulsive. No. She was certainly pretty, make no mistake, but she had much of her fathers build, rather than her dams slight, dainty one. Her head was less refined and she held a small scar over one eye from a fight with an older mare. And so she stood, head bowed low in the almost unbearable heat. Neither beautiful nor ugly; just Swan. [/size] Swan[/color] [/color][/center]
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Post by Lauren on Jul 8, 2007 10:34:52 GMT -5
Alpine
The silver hued steed had been drinking from the large lake when he saw the mare approach in the heat of the summer day. He raised his dial, auditories spinning forth as he listened for her. His dark optics set in the grooves of his face watched for her as well as a few stray water drops dripped from his chin.
She was larger built, he could see this from where he stood in the grass to the left of the lake. She was darkly colored and tall but she still interested him as most mares did.
His pistons pushed him forward as he walked towards her, daggers digging gently into the earth as he whickered to her, banner blowing out to the side slightly.
Welcome to the valley.
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Post by Sarah on Jul 8, 2007 19:55:47 GMT -5
True love is a fairy tale... I'm damaged, so how would i know?
Swans head jerked up suddenly, sending golden tresses flying this way and that untidily. Her ears rotated in the direction of the whicker and she saw the iron brute approaching. She watched with intrest and he came closer and her soft chocolate eyes took in every detail.
She stepped forward to greet the stallion, the sun gleaming blindingly off her already firey coat. Once he was in reach she extended her white tipped maw out to meet his grey one, nares flaring anxiously and head bowed low.
Greetings, stallion. I am Swan.
She spoke softly, her words barely audible above the hustle and bustle of the other equines gathering at the Lake.
Swan [/color] [/color][/center]
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Post by Lauren on Jul 8, 2007 23:25:32 GMT -5
Alpine Powerful cranium dipped in a greeting of respect for he strongly believed that ladies should be treated kindly. Powerful pistons thrust him forward as he walked closer to her, now knowing he had her attention and wouldn't startle her further. The whisper of her name graced his auds and a slight twist of his kissers upwards showed his acceptance.
I'm Alpine, lead stallion of the land of the Willows.
The statement was hardly a brag, simply allowing her to know he was trustworthy, as trustworthy as they come. He extended his silky iron muzzle to touch hers again, getting to know her as she stood close to him.
What brings you here?
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