Fun In Disfunctional // open-herd meeting

[Bandit]

My favorite season had come and gone, and all in all the winter had been disappointingly mild, at least for my tastes. Nevertheless I was strangely satisfied. My life had been coming together nicely since the previous summer. The burns across my body had been healing, slowly but surely, and now I felt almost back to normal. I was well scared from the flames, but I had never been a vain beast and if anything this privately pleased me. It was just further physical proof of my strength and prowess; many may carry scars from mortal battles. From skirmishes among other mortals, but there were precious few that could boast that they quarreled with nature itself and survived, even thrived after. However, I had remained quiet through the cooler months. Sticking to myself, my land and those few I wished to keep close at hand. It was a calm before the storm I would soon bring, of that I was sure.

Walking slowly I made my way through the thick, swirling fog that permeated my kingdom. The faint dapples on my steely grey form helped my form almost seem to flit in and out of sight as I moved closer to the center of the lands, my goal being the top of a small hill. This was my preferred spot, a central location and slightly higher than the surrounding area. A good location to see others coming, even through the wonderful cover of fog my kingdom provided. Letting a deep nicker part my lips I called out to all those that were within the Foggy Hills, my family, my herd, and those that I had given shelter to.

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OOC: Herd meeting for Foggy Hills. Anyone interested in joining/seeking refuge here feel free to join. Anyone that was claimed by Kladdan will be welcomed here and allowed safety, if not you can ignore this. Sorry this post is utter rubbish, I just needed to get something up to get things rolling.

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Thrace's Herd:
Bandit - Thrace/Kyrian
Rambo-Jam - Seph/Nei
<{Txepster}> - Crixis

Kladdan's Harem:
illegal - Kladdan/Elsa
RED&BLACK ! - (I thought you had some in Kladdan's harem?)
faizahpandora - Lolita/Whimsical Treasure
★★ kaykay - Pepsi

Al-Sarim's Harem:
vnes♥ - Al-Sarim
Hawk - Hawk
mystic - Ebony

If Interested?
Whipster - Brooklyn
Splashs - Amara

[<{Txepster}>]

The scar riddled creme' hessian looked up from his grazing, his mistress not in sight, it worried him. He felt lost without another telling him what to do. The little venomous viper had grown on him and he seemed to internally die every time she dismissed him or chose to wander off on her own. In an odd sense he'd become rather attached to the idea of being her body guard, keeping her safe and in return he almost enjoyed the nasty vial poison that spewed from her lips to insult him. It was much like the life he'd left behind with the humans, even if you listened and did what you were told, whip still sliced fleshed because they wanted to for the heck of it. A heavy sigh dropped his deep chest, he'd been having recent dreams of his worst beatings lately, no matter what he did in them the fear of being hit never saved him from the inflicted pain. 

 A nicker from a distance caught his attention, it was his Mistress's patron, of who he still didn't understand why the brute didn't like him or why he'd been originally attacked by Thrace. Either way he turned to the calling hoping his mistress would be there, he'd probably be punished for somehow loosing sight of her, but he'd deal with it. So he plodded on, hoping to here one of the many jeering names Neikea spat at him daily, still he knew not his real name but would snap to by anything she deemed to call him. Slowly the greying form of Thrace materialized, Crixus' crown lowered in respect and submission, having learned from the first day it displeased Neikea if he showed anything else to her father. He'd never looked him in the eye since and so not today as he stopped at the lowest point of terra below the small hill. Looking out for his little mistress. 

[Rambo-Jam]

Partially dismissing Thrace's call yet adjusting their path, both Proud mother and vain daughter snickered with eachother and chattered on. Persephone well pleased with how devious and cruel Neikea had become. Though the filly didn't enjoy getting her hooves dirty she knew how to rip out a fools heart. Neikea was more than obliged to indulge her mother on all the intimate details of how she'd gotten this love sick moron to wait on her tail and hoof, hoping to swoon her innocense to finally make love to her before the end of the season only for him to see her romancing with another stallion in the end. In all actuality it was just Crixus, her little pet that she had acted to be cheating with. Only the gods knew she'd never touch that ugly imp, but it'd been all for show. 

 Seph laughed highly entertained, "Did you go after him or did you charge the dog?" Asking her daughter for the more hopefully violent details.

"Well actually once I 'spotted' him spying, I acted like the Dog was trying to force me. So of course the fool got beaten to a pulp by my pet. For as gortesque and vial he is, that thing does a mighty fine job of obeying my very whim. " Neikea smirked remembering how screwed up her false lover had been after Crixus brought hell to him. "The best part was strutting up to my crippled 'lover' and whispering in his ear 'Only fools would believe they could touch beauty like mine.' And his wails were something to revel in as I left him in a heap there. " Persephone couldn't help but chuckle with great amusement, her little girl had become quite the little actress and loved to cause trouble for the ones she encountered. She was noticing Neikea loved to break hearts, much like she herself use to back in her glory days of youth. Though she did believe her daughter was too dependent on her body-guard pet-thing at times. "Do you think I should ever tell him his real name?" Neikea asked curiously. 

"Psh please. That fool doesn't deserve a real name if he can't remember it. He should be kissed your father's hooves every day as a blessing to sharing his blood. The Dog can stay a dog. From what I understand this is a far greater improvement on his behavior than what it had been. Don't praise it or it will think it's equal to you." Seph seemed to snarl in disgust about Crixus, after her eminent return to Thrace's side, she'd been informed of the situation of who her daughter's pet was. She at first had the fears Neikea had fallen for some brainless whelp, but had soon been pleased to know he was just dirt under her daughter's hooves. "Now where did my youngest soldier go? I hope he's been training or something.. you know I think Kyrian could benefit from sparring the Dog. Borrow him out sometimes if your brother would want to. " The Queen of Foggy hills suggested as her emerald gaze scowled across the open slopes of the hills approaching her heartless mate, words trailing off a bit as she left Neikea's side to join Thrace's. "Thrace." Acknowledging with smallest dip of her tiara in a salute to him. They were never the lovie dovie couple, it was a mutual understanding between them. Though she'd drive a stake through his empty chest if he ever neglected to acquire her again, they had duked out their displeasure and she finally was simmering down even if she sent icy-glares at him every so often. Still she had held out on him this year for breeding season. Unable to suppress the thought of possibly not being able to raise another child with him if something happened, she only hoped she'd been able to instill enough discipline in Kyrian when he was a foal to make up for it. 

"You filthy Dog. Why didn't you follow or find me. I about got ravaged by a nasty brute this morning." Neikea snarled at Crixus as she rounded in on him, eyes burning and ears pinned back. Though it was all a lie she loved to make the beast grovel with shame. "You are lucky my mother was there. You know how I hate getting my coat ruffled and dirty. Next time don't be sleeping so heavily. You know better than to gallop around freely, I should have Kyrian beat you senseless." She snapped threateningly at her servant, her ivories aiming to scrap across his face several times as she half reared and assaulted his cross marked shoulder with her daintier irons. "Such a nasty Dog. I need to find Bitches for you to ruin. Might make you more complacent. Plus it'd be nice to here a filly wail in pain over the normal stallion." Neikea smirked, finally settling down a bit. She really did enjoy using Crixus the fullest she could, definitely still has things on her list to do. The idea of using him to break a little filly's heart was so exciting to her. Neikea definitely needed to touch up on her lets be 'Best Friends' forever role, being sweet and friendly with other females had never been her strong point. But she was going to change that. Looking around she too was hoping for her brother's appearance, Neikea could definitely handle some pointless fun of teasing her little sibling at the moment. 

[vnes♥]

AL-SARIM

[The Lionhearted Misfit]

The winter had been splendid and perhaps not as long as he had anticipated it to be, which was both good and bad depending on one's perspective. Of course it would have been a drag if he were not in the company of the every amusing Ebony. He had the entire winter by her side, tempting and advancing on her...and yet somehow the little blue vix had managed to elude his charms while still at the same time providing him with perhaps the most endearing of conversations he had had in a long time. The lady was clever...and the black-bay hessian knew caution was necessary because of it. Thorns perked at the sound of a familiar voice, a smile formed. It seemed the Lord Thane had perhaps healed up nicely this passing winter...the cold would help such wounds thought the brute. He was trying to find Ebony in the thick of the fog. She was a curious thing so perhaps she had gone exploring on her own as he had on early mornings. Maybe she had finally decided she was better off with someone with a less hazardous occupation. The virile sighed, he was sure he would find out eventually the whereabouts of his independent mare.

In the meantime, there were other femms in the lithe chattering away, with others in their company. All sorts of creatures seemed to be coming out of the fog, large and petite, masculine and feminine alike. Quite a cozy little town Thane had assembled...they seemed peaceable enough. Thorns twitched as he looked on them, gave a grin and a slight tilt of the head as he continued on. His eyes found Thane in the distance yet and he decidedly motioned to plant himself where he would be alone but in the open enough that if Ebony should appear, she might find him easily. He took to grazing quietly while waiting for the lead to carry on his duties and explain what this meeting was for. The brute had a defined skull, subtle and handsome on account of his Andalusian heritage, though his frame ran a tad lighter from his crossed desert lines. The hellion was built for speed and strength, and his coat, a dark black-bay with tints of red were a perfect covering by night. His dangerous yet charming appearance was a stark contrast however to the charming personality of the stallion (which many might consider unbecoming considering the hellion's occupation."

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Al-Sarim||Stallion||Age Seven||Dark Bay||Andalusian.Anglo-Arabian.AkhalTeke||16.1hands
TAGS: Bandit / mystic
OOC: sry for falling off the earth! ^^

[Bandit]

He was the youngest, the prince, the warrior, the future heir of the kingdom, and all that blah blah blah. Kyrian was different from the rest of his family. Oh yes he loved bloodshed and battle as much as any of the others, but to him he had a certain zest for life that his sibling and parents lacked, a certain spark that drove him that the others simply didn't have. Yet, he also knew better to follow his orders, fall in line and do as he was expected. He would be the perfect little soldier, the perfect heir, and he would rise to power and happily take the throne when his time came. One good thing about his family though was their utter lack of oversight on his wanderings. As long as he continued to train, and didn't get into any trouble he needed to be bailed out of he was free to go where he pleased. By far his mother was much more strict with him, but in truth Kyrian held more fear for his father. The colt had no doubt that Thrace would kill him without even the blink of an eye if he ever had the reason to, so Kyrian made sure to work hard enough to fulfill his sire's expectations.

In the year they had come to these fog soaked hills, Kyrian had busied himself with exploring and learning the lay of the land. He wanted to know everything there was to know about the kingdom where he found himself living. Where he would one day rule. It was during one of his almost constant rounds that he heard the strangely muffled call of his father drift to him through the never ending mist. A short scoffing laugh left his dark lips as he immediately altered his course to head toward the center of the territory where his father was sure to be, along with the rest of his family and his sister's retched little pet.

Picking up an easy trot, his stout limbs carrying him with an unordinary ease despite his bulk, he heard voices as he drew closer. The soft, strong voice of his mother, and the shriller voice of his sister. He paused for a moment to listen to Neikea recount her latest "conquest" to their matron and couldn't help but roll his eyes. He found it almost disgraceful with how much she relied on the scared beast. Starting to move once more, he shook his head clearing his face of his thoughts and emotions as he entered the small clearing where the others were gathered. "Who am I beating senseless?" He quipped with a half smirk as he drew closer to the others, quickly sweeping his eyes over the pale scared brute then to his sister, mother and finally his father. However the sight of another standing off from the rest of his family caught Kyrian's attention. It was another grown stallion, dark of skin but lithe of build and obviously not some distant relative of his. Yet this other brute was so relaxed and calm in his current company it was as if he felt like he belonged. Had his father actually invited him to stay with them? Brought another stallion into the herd for some reason that was beyond his current grasp perhaps. This intrigued the boy though, in the year he had spent getting to know his father, Thrace had never been the kind to ask for or even accept help so him allowing another such as this brute into his home seemed so odd to the young steed. His head turned and his attention remained on the stranger, even as he heard his father stir.

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My dark rimmed ears flicked forward as I head the distinct crunch of hooves approaching me and my lips immediately curled back in a sneer as the worthless form of my gimp brother appeared. Every time I had to lay my blue eyes on the beast I regretted not killing the fool. Now even worse, my daughter had claimed him as her pet so I was suck seeing the disgusting thing on occasions such as this. Then, to complicate things even further when the moment came where Persephone saw my interactions with the thing, and damn her observant nature that she quickly noticed my disdain for Crixus went deeper than normal. I had tried to evade the whole truth, that unfortunate, shameful truth that the pale fool shared half of my DNA.

Moving my eyes away from his creamy form as I heard the voices of my queen and daughter drawing closer I snorted softly as I caught snippits of their conversation. I couldn't say I wholly approved of Neikea's actions and the risks she took, or even how much faith she put in my good for nothing half-brother. I didn't like the games she played and that Persephone encouraged her, even less. Letting my blue eyes drift to the approaching forms of Persephone and Neikea. Nodding slightly as Persephone approached my side I allowed my features to soften slightly "Persephone," I replied quietly to her greeting and turned my head to Neikea as she began to berate Crixus, only to catch the movement of my son approaching as well.

"Neikea," I admonished sternly, looking back to my oldest, blue eyes holding a slight hard edge as I spoke. "You need to keep a tighter least on your...pet..." I paused, my lips curling back into a disgusted snarl at the last word before continuing, "there is no reason it should be roaming around these lands unsupervised for such extended periods of time. You never know what a beast like that might get itself into without close management." My eyes flicked to Kyrian as he sauntered out of the woods and remained on the boy for a moment longer as I appraised him, my attention only pulling from him as I heard the lighter steps of another venturing closer.

As I saw the dark form of none other than the stallion known Al-Sarim step into view, my facsimile of a smile flickered over my lips. The bare, scared skin of my shoulder twitched almost reflexively at the first memory I had of the other stallion. When we happened to cross paths so soon after I had been engulfed by flames. I was mostly healed from the incident, although the scaring that stretched up my legs and over my body remained, and I would be surprised if they ever completely disappeared. Yet, I had not forgotten the dark brute's advice of a remedy as queer as it had been. Honey. It was such an odd suggestion, and even by his own admittance was regurgitated from the ramblings of a sun soaked madman but it had stuck in my mind in the agony filled days following our meeting. I had even tried his suggestion and in a way the sticky substance had proven to be soothing at the very least. Whether or not it actually helped me heal was another story but I wasn't about to experiment and allow myself to get burned again to see if it made a difference.

"Sarim," I said almost pleasantly with the most subtle of nods as acknowledged the appearance of the other male. "I'm glad you joined us." I looked around at the remainder of my family before allowing my dark blue eyes to settle on him once more. "I want to introduce you to Persephone, my Queen," I tipped my head in a respectful gesture toward the woman at my side before continuing, "and then my daughter, Neikea, and my son Kyrian," I indicated the two youth in turn, completely ignoring the presence of Crixus. He was but a dog allowed to lie beneath the table of kings and tyrants waiting for a scrap to fall to the floor for him, not worthy of acknowledgement, much less an introduction. "And family, this is Al-Sarim, whom I have welcomed to come and live in the Hills with us. And as long as he accepts I would like to offer him the position as my beta. I know you are a capable stallion and one I would gladly have on my side." I smiled my copy of a smile once more as I raised my head slightly at my declaration interested to see what Sarim would do. When I had originally invited him to live within the kingdom I had hinted at my offer, but I had never officially proffered it to the brute.

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OOC: Herd meeting for Foggy Hills. Anyone interested in joining/seeking refuge here feel free to join. Anyone that was claimed by Kladdan will be welcomed here and allowed safety, if not you can ignore this. And sorry for posting Mystic! Please join in when you can!

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Thrace's Herd:
Bandit - Thrace/Kyrian
Rambo-Jam - Persephone/Neikea
<{Txepster}> - Crixis
vnes♥ - Al-Sarim
mystic - Ebony

Kladdan's Harem, Al-Sarim's Harem and anyone else that would like to post

[<{Txepster}>]

Crixus glanced up, ears pricking with a glimare of hope in his eyes as he heard and finally seen his mistress come into view with her matron escorting her. He'd become extremely nervous and shifty waiting beneath Sir Thrace's hateful gaze so it was a breath of relief as Neikea ripped into him for being neglectful of his duties. Flattening his harks against his nape and averting his gaze to the dewy grass while the filly berated him, unflitching and not dodging her outburst of physical punishment as he felt a trickle of blood develop over the bridge of his nose. The hit to his thick muscled shoulder was hardly anything but end up to be a mild bruise, Lady Neikea hardly held the strength he knew her brother or father held. Which if he had a thought he was allowed to think, figured her parents were not pleased she didn't keep up her physical strength the most she could means she did rely on him alot.

The brute couldn't help but raise a brow of curiousity as his Lady mentioned plots of spoiling other fillies or breeding them or something. "What do you mean..?" He muttered softly before cringing physically at Thrace's harsh scowling tones, belittling the creme' beast. No doubt use to being the least desirable, he knew he'd never win the true affection of another, but still it seemed to sting the worse when the Lord of these lands spat words of hate at him. Even more Thrace lashed out at Neikea for not controlling him well enough. True to his loyalty of the littler lady this did spur a bit of anger in Crixus and he sent up a sharp glare at Thrace, "Pardon me, I would never cause trouble less Miss Neikea told me so." Biting his tongue quickly at his own outburst he was sure to be disciplined good for that, if not killed by Thrace's own hoof, yet he couldn't bare to see his mistress get in trouble because of him. He'd take the punishment he knew he'd get without faltering. 

Dropping his mug, Crixus waited to be scolded by Neikea and everyone else.

[RED&BLACK !]

(sorry to bust in but illegal/kladdan is gone for the navy - do you still want his herd members to post? Bandit )

[Bandit]

(RED&BLACK ! I'm aware Illegal is gone but we had discussed ooc that Thrace would welcome Kladdan in Foggy Hills we just never had the chance to thread it before she left for boot camp. I just wanted to keep the offer going for anyone in Kladdan's herd that they are welcome to post here if they want and if they want to continue to be claimed by Kladdan. If that makes sense)

[faizahpandora]

((I think I'm going to have Whimsical Treasure and Lolita wander without a herd for a while. Just thought I should post in case illegal checked this out.))

[vnes♥]

Al-Sarim

Though I find myself in another's country,

My heart shall not be far from my own,

Where the sun reigns and the stars play,

And Luna blesses the desert born beneath her veil.

I shall return to the lands that brought me forth,

Yet never stray from the land that brought me from the dead.

A youthful steed had made an appearance and joined the assembly. Sarim felt the weight of the youth's stare and thought on his encounter with the young Nathaniel by the river rapids. Gracefully, the desert tried beast turned his eyes to meet the other's gaze. Sarim could not feel insulted for he was a stranger in the home of Thrace and his members. Perhaps this lad was the king's son? He had the makings of a leader to take note and be weary of things such as strangers in one's home. Al-Sarim made no approach but remained on the outside looking into the world of the residence of the fog. The hessian did but nod in a sort of silent greeting but then turned his attentions to the others of the gathering. The cream tainted brute was perhaps the least pleasant to look upon with his scarred figure, and he seemed rather stupid or in some sort of love-struck spell as he was clearly attached to the young lass. Curious indeed, but he was brutish and strong none the less which was not a bad asset to have in one's numbers especially for a pretty prima donna such as that one.

The young stallion knew them, their interactions and semblance hinted that they were tied by blood. A smile played Sarim's lips. Blood ties had their pluses and minuses in his experience. He sighed and turned to seek out Ebony but she still had not made an appearance. Lobes twitched at this wondering again if she had gone now her own way...would she do so without speaking with him first? It did not matter. Desert wanderes were made to be used to this sort of crossing and dividing paths as passing stars shooting across the night sky might greet one another and then vanish again. Before long Thrace was among them and Sarim now made his approach to join them all. The stallion king had indeed found healing in the time since their last meeting, and the dark bay sahib was pleased to see him in near-prime condition. He handled his subjects quite well, thought the outsider. The virile managed to register a few more names before he himself was acknowledge by Thrace.

Sarim lowered his crown mildly in acknowledgement of the lord king, a warm smile ever on his dark kissers. "Greetings and a great pleasure to meet you all....the stars have graced me with safe travels to come here. They have likewise blessed you my friend with a favorable recovery." The mahogany hued stallion had not expected a position to be offered upon his arrival and an instant of surprise appeared as he raised his crown. He chuckled softly before replying, ever the light-hearted creature he was. "I am but a humble traveler you met by the creek. I came seeking refuge and you offer me more than I could ask. I am honored beyond measure Sir and accept your generous offer." He spoke formally as was not unusual with a foreigner, he had a mild accent of one from the sands but he his word choice hinted as his intellect. He has served beside kings before, and he had no restraint in coming into service once again. His eyes moved among those gathered again. Persephone was the mate of Thrace, it was easy enough to tell at the stallion's softened expression, the younger was the daughter Neikea. The ugly beast was her "dog" and the younger stallion was still unknown. There was some tension to be felt in this gathering he thought...his experience mixing business with family did not end well and had brought out a darkness in him that was always in check.

Anglo-Arabian x Andalusian x Akhal Teke
| 8 years |
Redblack Bay |16.1hh 

notes: changes in red. 

words: 607 

tag: mystic/ Bandit/ <{Txepster}>/ Rambo-Jam

[Rambo-Jam]

Persephone

The amber champagne blanketed queen with the silver cream locks stood solemnly and stern next to her king, a smile hardly graced the corners of her lips, she was never a happy giddy fool. Smiles were meant for trickery and mockery, not joyful and fun, so thus she seemed to have a rather harsh expressionless facade most of the time. A slight raise of the brow was given to Thrace's soften expression.. was he going soft on her? This heartless brute she prized for being an ultimate merciless warrior, was he tapping into what feelings were? Noting to herself she'd have to keep an eye on him, perhaps insist a pointless kill so they could both revel and bathe in blood was needed to rekindle their fighting spirits. As she felt she was getting a bit to lax herself, Neikea was proof of that. Though she loved the theatrics herself, it was displeasing at how much her daughter objected to engage in physical combat and staying clean. 

Kyrian on the other hand, she watched him approach with a prideful glow in only pale emerald orbs, was a treasure to be proud of. Strong and ambitious he was shaping up to be quite the prodigy to be Thrace's successor, having to contribute that half the credibility was to strong breedings, Persephone indeed was going to invest much time and effort into seeing how Kyrian would continue developing and improving in life. She would curse the day if he ever fell weak at the knees with love over some tramp, Seph would never let the wench live past the moment of meeting her. No wench would be the downfall of her son, she'd make sure of it. 

Audit's flickering to what her mate was saying, glaring at the creamy scarred thing at her daughter's feet, Seph's eyes flickered with slight alarm and surprise. Then glaring a moment at Thrace for offering a high position to this stranger that had shown up, she'd never met him before and couldn't remember her helmet crested mate mention this before. Feeling a bit betrayed by not being confided in or at least asked about if this was a wise choice. Persephone snorted at Thrace in annoyance, but turned her tiara to the lighter framed brute, " Sarim it's a pleasure to receive you into our ranks. It's assumed you'll be beneficiary to us otherwise Thrace would never consider you for such an Honorable offer. " Curtly speaking her part and welcoming the fellow, her betrayed feelings had melted from sight when she had shifted her attention back to Sarim after her initial glare at Thrace. 

Hissing almost instantly hearing a rebellious voice from the whelp beneath her daughter's control, automatically stepping forth in the brute's direction, but yelling at her daughter. "NEIKEA! Shut it up! Beat it! Kill it for dare speaking to your Sire like that!" Snarling furiously, "No, Kyrian! Take him out of sight and decimate him. Your sister is inadequate of punishing her own pet properly." Snapping at her son knowing that Neikea was full of empty threats when it came to actually punishing Crixus. Totally oblivious to whether Thrace was bothered by her sudden uproar at the dog's back talking, she was at least sure he wouldn't be pleased with it himself. 

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Neikea


The greying filly rolled her darker jade green eyes at her father's scolding, he always had something to say about Crixus. Please she knew he was harmless and was to much of an idiot to ever do anything without her thinking for him. "Shh" She snapped at her creamy scarred servant as he attempted to ask what she had meant. It amazed Neikea some times at how easily annoyed she was by her family, acting as if she had no sense of how to conduct herself or her 'dog' so to say. She'd show them. So what if Kyrian had strength, doesn't mean he had all the wits of the family. That's what she had and she was sure she could outsmart anyone one of them, father included. Pursing her rich pink kissers in aggravation half ignoring her patron's bickering. 

"Ah its the little prodigal child, bought time you show up. Last as usual because of your wandering. You'd think with your strict training you'd be a bit more attentive to daddy's beckoning." Neikea mocked Kyrian after his few words as he approached, she usually threw some sort of comment or jeer at him. Who else was better to give him shit than his own sister, she'd skin anyone else alive that'd try to tease him. Well... she'd have Crixus do it means she'd rather not dirty her pelt over it. Still the principle was the same. Half glancing at her rustic little brother while looking past him towards the new comer, an invisable brow lifting in interest at the new comer, lighter build yet handsome enough. A possible future toy to play with? As she saw any stallion unrelated to herself as an opportunity to play with in all aspects. 

Suddenly her gut dropped and her eyes widen with utter disgust, fear and rage. Crixus was speaking to her patron! Frozen for a moment in disbelief that he'd do such a thing! Neikea had smacked it into him to NEVER address Thrace, EVER! So what if her patron had scolded her, it was not her dog's place to bark up in defense. That's the one being, besides her matron, that Crixus should have never dared to talk to let alone call out. Rage burned in her glare as she was just about to rip him a new one, alas though her own mother cut her off, if not cutting the dog off mid-bark as well. A lump in her throat made her choke on her words hearing Persephone's outrage, "Wha?" merely gasping in disbelief at what her own mother was saying. 

"I will.." Cut off again by the silver amber champagne queen commanding her little brother to punish her own servant. Jaw dropping even more while looking up to her mother in bewilderment. Wanting to but not daring to look at her father for support on her side, she knew she wouldn't get it for how much he hated Crixus himself. "I will deal with him!" Neikea spat at her mother angrily yet glared a look of death and hexes at Crixus for what more trouble he had just brought upon her. Nares flaring with hot fiery breath as she closed in on the scarred cream brute, glancing to Kyrian to not dare touch her pet. Though at this point she was sure she was perilous to what was to happen to Crixus if her father was to say something, undoubtedly he would to.

[mystic]

The roaned mare had simply been grazing alone for a few hours when she noticed she was all alone, her first thought was that Sarim the sly stallion was once again playing a simple trick on her as he did with the snow bank. Until she noticed other horses and the scents of being around many others, panic once again struck Ebony and she felt the need to take off and flee once again in her life but she couldn't abandon Al-Sarim so she took off and a trot to find the stallion.

It hadn't taken long before the mare felt insecure around the scents of horses she could not see, taking a quick glance at the scars of hooves on her body the mare sped up her trot until she spotted the outline of the stallion she would follow anywhere. Slowing her pace to a walk Ebony soon was by Sarim's side she was so close to him her hips touched his flank, she noticed the stallion bow to others in front of him which meant she better too. So lowering her head as if it were a bow Ebony spoke a greeting "hello" was all she could muster being around all the horses frightened her.

Of course when a rather beautiful mare began to yell "NEIKEA! Shut it up! Beat it! Kill it for dare speaking to your Sire like that!" along with "No, Kyrian! Take him out of sight and decimate him. Your sister is inadequate of punishing her own pet properly." she flinched and began backing up becoming rather to close to Sarim. Uncontrollably Ebony gave a quiet snort as the mare she thought was named NeiKea began yelling at the other mare her motherly instincts kicked in, "now is that anyway of talking to the ones older than you?" she corrected the filly, then she regretted it.

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Ooc: sorry it took so long guys but i finally got the post up, art has been a pain in the butt lately. Also on my character log you can now see what Ebony looks like!

Tags: Rambo-Jam Persephone & Neikea , vnes♥ Al-Sarim

Words: 368

[vnes♥]

Al-Sarim

Though I find myself in another's country,

My heart shall not be far from my own,

Where the sun reigns and the stars play,

And Luna blesses the desert born beneath her veil.

I shall return to the lands that brought me forth,

Yet never stray from the land that brought me from the dead.

Al-Sarim smiled at the elegant words of the one called Persephone, the queen and ruler alongside Thrace (this much he could gather on his own). Despite his age, much of his demeanor could deceive others to think he was younger than he appeared, it was just his way. He bowed politely to acknowledge the lead mare before backing stepping aside to merely be a background member of the crowd here gathered. The younger fae was called Neikea and the stallion Kyrian, both introduced as the children and heirs of Thrace. What sort of training had the youth undergone, Sarim mused as he caught the vix's teasing of her brother. When her attentions followed her sibling's eyes on him with a sort of hunger that Sarim knew well, the virile offered a playful wink to the minx before turning his own attentions back to the lead. The mare was stockier than he, though that could not stop Sarim from finding her any less pretty, but he knew the type well. While he might join the dance and play the game, show interest, he had little intention of pursuing the princess. His thoughts were taken straight away at the appearance of Ebony. Her scent caught him just before touch was made.

The black-bay male had spent the winter with the blue and white minx, he called her his own. While she was not his lover (perhaps not yet), their relationship had been filled with friendship as well as coy affections. At times his own advances appeared direct, but never so far as to force her beyond her comfort level. Then too, Ebony was not so helpless as she might sometimes seem though her vulnerability coupled by her sassyness was something Sarim found utterly adorable about her. By now he could sense things about her such as her nerves being at this somewhat large gathering. Her velvet mug touched her shoulder and brushed her neck. Her quiet greeting was almost inaudible and it was her sudden outburst that surprised him, though he did not quite show it. Ebony had directly addressed Thrace's daughter with command that was perhaps not supposed to be shown from an outsider seeking refuge. Thorns flickered, Sarim only showed quiet composure as he took a half step forward almost as if to protect his painted comrade.

"Friends, this is Ebony. We have traveled here together. Please pardon her bluntness, a mother-to-be sometimes cannot help herself." He was quick to speak, and certainly did not seek her approval before blurting such a thing out. The sahib meant to save face, but also meant to jest and wondered now what chain reaction his sly statement might set off.

Anglo-Arabian x Andalusian x Akhal Teke
| 8 years |
Redblack Bay |16.1hh 

notes: so...yah he's being a trouble maker. again.

words: 446

tag: mystic/ Bandit/ <{Txepster}>/ Rambo-Jam