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Post by ¿LÄŊÏ? on Jul 11, 2007 21:54:31 GMT -5
Every nerve in his body tingled, senses telling him to turn away. And yet the silver charger continued to walk steadily through the territory, dark orbs carefully combing the area. Flints tenderly prodded the earth as they walked. Long tresses tumbled down the steed’s neck. Ivory banner tickled his fetlocks. Raising his crown, Saracen halted. In front of him lay a long shadow, yawning as if threatening to swallow him. Flutes flickered back, then forward, unsure what to do. Nostrils fluttered, testing the uneasy air. Determined, though, to carry on his conquest, Saracen slowly moved into the gaping shadow, the dark light pouring over his back as he moved deeper into it. Five steps into the shadow, Saracen knew he needed to get out. He yearned for the sunshine. Pistons propelling him forward, Saracen accelerated into a trot, his long stride carrying him effortlessly over the menacing earth. Chocolate pools searched for the dappled light, and his pulse quickened when he saw the tunnel of trees end with glimmering light. As he trotted toward it though, he heard something else. Halting, Saracen turned his dark mug to the sky, and curled his velveteen lip upward to taste the air. Snorting with distaste, Saracen suddenly realized, that he was not alone, but an intruder on another stag’s harem. What a mess he had gotten himself tangled in to.
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Post by Brenna on Jul 12, 2007 0:09:03 GMT -5
Elegant head lifted off the ground. Bored expression came to my crimson face. Must they leave me alone? Or am I to good looking and turn all the stallions gay? Eww, now, I might be that good looking. But eww, I don't want a stallion trying to jump on my butt all day. That is wrong. So why do they come? Is this land to great to give up? Must I battle for it? Or does he want a sector of it? Be another stallion here? Ah, who ever heard of such rubbish! Man oh man. Am I made.
Gaited legs picked off the earth. Canter arose in my pillars. Auds pinned back, ready for action if needed. But yet, punishment should be lay for even setting hoof in this land for no reason at all. Oh yeah, there is most likely gonna be blood. Lets not be squeamish now. Angered eyes caught the glimpse of the gray stag, heading toward my cave. Had he been that dumb enough to even know that there was already a claim here? Idiot.
3-beat pace neared him. Auds pinned back. I stopped so quickly, that I had to bring my front limbs up in a rear. But I controlled my self and get regrouped. I store at the stallion. Making my large pupils burn into his. Sharp canines, slick with moist saliva, bared at the brujo.
Yes, and who steps forth in my lands with the composure as he is going to claim it? I asked. Tone wasn't nice, nor was it in the middle. It was darn right, what the hell are you doing here, and get out or I will make your silver body more crimson.
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Post by ¿LÄŊÏ? on Jul 12, 2007 9:42:06 GMT -5
Maintaining his imperial composure, Saracen raised his crown, dark pools looking down at the burgundy stag. Silver ribbons twitched as he viewed the scorning evil in the crimson’s eyes. The slender Arabian looked as though an artist had painted him, muscles prominent and waves of mane falling down his long neck. It was strange to see an Arabian so tall, and the crimson made it clear that he knew how to use his height to his advantage. Saracen knew that he would not be able to run from the hellion – but he was not such a coward as to try. Narrowing his chocolate eyes, the dappled charger spoke, deep vocals vibrating the air. ”My name is Saracen – but I have no wish to claim your land. I’ve merely misdirected myself.” Looking around the territory, kissers turned up in a crafty smile. The crimson didn’t smell of mares – he was here on his own. ”I’m not so unkind as to rid a stallion of his land, being it the last thing he has of value since he cannot woe a band of mares,” Maybe he shouldn’t have gone that far as to mock the crimson. The Arabian looked of a quick temper, and flashing eyes that wished to see blood. If this scarlet stag attacked him, Saracen would make sure that his pretty-boy coat wouldn’t keep so flawless.
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Post by Brenna on Jul 13, 2007 10:17:05 GMT -5
I snorted loudly. Raising my head yet again. Audits did a loose pinn. Forelock lay loose on my head, scattered everywhere on my face. No expression came to my elegant face.
Bad sence of direction I see, that can't be good in the wild. I hissed, nares flared and sharp fangs bared.
I listend to what else he had to say, with out much interest. Until the last part. Ebony eyes turned to him, long tail flicked accorss my pelt. I snaped my jaw at him, not intending on catching anything. Though it would have been nice.
What how you run your mouth, brute. As I see no mares following your sorry, misdirected behind. This must really be emarassing for you. Why don't you state why you are still here, and not getting away. You know that you are not welcome here, not even if you take some part of my land, I wouldn't alow it. I hissed.
I watched him for a moment more, before stealing a glance at my land. It was only quick, so I doubt that he would have steped or tried something in that time.
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Post by ¿LÄŊÏ? on Jul 13, 2007 10:30:44 GMT -5
Saracen flickered a single tipped aud when the crimson reached out, clamping the air next to him. Narrowing his orbs quizzically, Saracen brushed off the crimson's comment about his not having any damsels of his own. Once the other had finished his threat, Saracen chuckled lightheartedly. Maybe he was being a bit too audacious, but then again he had been a dimwhitt at times back in Germany. "That's quite a threat for one who has yet to prove himself," Saracen said, brushing silver tassels over his hocks. "As for my still being here, I'm finding this conversation quite amusing."
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