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Post by vnes♥ on Apr 14, 2015 19:53:23 GMT -7
Nesrin [ W i l d R o s e s B l o o m b y F i r e .] The mountains were said to be a place where the gods dwelt. It was on the mounts that the exiles of the house of gold were shown the wonders of the heavens, and thus granted the wisdom of ages. At least that is what the poets said. The young beauty was not so fond of poets and invested little in to memorizing their verses word for word. The buckskin dun femm had found herself at the base of a rather ominous looking mount, and looking up where fog seemed to linger...as if the summit itself were immersed in the heavens. Curious and feeling extra adventurous, the minx began her climb. Slender shaded limbs carried her lithe frame among the rocks. A couple of times she had nearly slipped, but pressed on. Where her fatigue was too much she rested briefly, and regaining her strength once more would press on. This climb took the good of two days, and two nights, during which the femm needed to adjust to the air. Footing soon became harder to find and the changing light was no help. At times she would slip and on the day she finally reached the top, her bones and muscles ached and swelled slightly.
The minx huffed as she motioned towards what as a small puddle and took to drink of its small offering. Her sand smoothed skin was laced with sweat. She was exhausted but not so much that she could not motion to a nearby lookout to see the journey she had conquered. A jovial sound emitted from her as she pranced about the mist shrouded terrace. Today she had accomplished something, or so she felt. The fae was perhaps a little to caught up in her triumph to notice that she was perhaps not along up top. Thorns flickered now as she noticed an almost unnatural silence. Nesrin could not imagine crossing paths with a god here...she was not one to believe in old wives' tales. So what was lurking in the mist? "Hello?" she called out cautiously. "Who's there? Show yourself." She found more of her usual bluntness, ears pinned as she braced for whatever might leap from the unknown to become known.
=============================================================================== Mare. four years. azteca x arabian x akhal teke. buckskin dun with dark limbs, mane and tale. dark brown eyes. 15.1hh
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Post by time on Apr 16, 2015 21:04:00 GMT -7
VITO. The stallion was new. He was known by nobody, he'd made little appearances in the land since he showed up. It was unnatural for the painted stag to stay in the shadows, he needed to make an entrance, escape solitude. Vito was trapped in his thoughts as he pulled up the mountain. He'd found himself wandering around the lands, and doing a lot of thinking. There was plenty to consider, as the stallion knew he wouldn't be just another name here. The chestnut-tovero would have something to be known for, undoubtedly.
Vito paused near the peak, a shine of sweat now glistening on him. The wind blew, and the boy realized there was no point in resting much longer, he was close anyways. He pulled himself up the minimal path, if it could even be called that; it was rocky and small, requiring caution with every step. Vito was built for exertion, he could handle the climb without much fatigue. With every step, the painted stallion told himself he was nearly there.
Once at the top, he saw an unexpected second visitor there, too. A pretty little fae stood further away, most likely not seeing him yet. The mare was light with a pretty-looking coat. Vito smirked a little, already tempted to know more about her. Anyone with a need to pull up this mountain was someone worth a conversation.
The stallion considered what he would say. Of course, there wasn't much he could plan without knowing her, but it wouldn't hurt to have an idea. There was always the possibility of building a harem in these lands, should could be a victim. Most didn't realize, Vito was more unpredictable than most. Bringing this femm into a land controlled by him would only mean hurting her. But he didn't care.
Stepping forward, he felt a branch crack under his step, and let it. It was brought to the mares attention when that happened, and Vito studied her as she perked up, demanding his introduction. "Relax, miss." He grinned, talking comfortable steps to a talking distance. This could be fun.
words: 347 | ooc: ouo first post in months and months omg its not good
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Post by vnes♥ on Apr 17, 2015 21:13:53 GMT -7
Nesrin [ W i l d R o s e s B l o o m b y F i r e .] The voice returned male, another stallion had made the climb it seemed. "Relax says you? And who might you be Sir?" Nes let the stranger approach before replying, still braced for flight or fight (whichever seemed more in her odds then). He stopped a comfortable enough distance which did not cause her any ease up even a little bit. The hellion was a painted steed, a dark man, young, of good stamina she could see, even handsome she noted. But she had had a run in with dangerous company in Mustang since her arriving. As far as she was concerned, all strangers were to be treated as vagabonds until they could prove their countenance and intentions otherwise. And Nesrin was a strict judge. She lashed her banner, her dark eyes searching the steed's gaze for any indication of what he meant to do in approaching her. Unfortunately for the lass, she could not read a thing just then and there, but those eyes had their appeal. The fae was not so grown herself, still learning to dance with males really and she was not at all afraid...merely cautions you might say.
=============================================================================== Mare. four years. azteca x arabian x akhal teke. buckskin dun with dark limbs, mane and tale. dark brown eyes. 15.1hh
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ooc: ok yah this is aweful. i think it will move along better once the get to know each other.
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Post by time on Apr 18, 2015 21:20:02 GMT -7
VITO. He could admit, he didn't necessarily expect the mare to be as uneasy as she appeared around him. Vito felt anyone with the dare-devil thought process to climb the rocky mountain would be a bit more confident in themselves. At least, the stallion knew he was. Vito carried himself with pride, as if every step was something of importance to everyone else. Maybe it was uncalled for, maybe it could be considered a conceited, selfish lifestyle to hold himself with so much self-esteem, but the stallion didn't care.
"Yes ma'am, I did say relax," he smiled, trying to loosen the tenseness in the air. "I can be called Vito, if you so desire to put a name to me. And you might be?" Every word came out with ease, as if the stallion stood and recited the words in the mirror. With that, he took two more small steps forward, with a soft swish of his coarse ivory tail. Vito studied the mare a little harder. Her delicate build was the opposite of his; the stallion was built of muscle, she was built lean and agile. The fae had a beautiful tanned coat, and dark points. Vito could admit, she was a beautiful thing. Every mare he looked at, there was a possibility of her starting a harem. They all were a piece of meat in his eyes, with little to no emotion involved in them. Playthings. The stag figured this mare could do much better than fall into a band of misfits with him, but it was only the beginning of an a relationship with her. Besides, the first mare was always a creature of value. Whether the matriarch or not, Vito believed the first was one to be watched. If they started it all with them, they deserved to be put in a special place.
Sure, he believed that, and maybe would enforce it in his band. So many things could be considered, so much responsibility. It was only a matter of time...
words: 334 | ooc: ouo there you go
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Post by vnes♥ on Apr 21, 2015 4:15:32 GMT -7
Nesrin [ W i l d R o s e s B l o o m b y F i r e .] Nesrin found his confidence charming, he suave alluring...all of which were reasons why she needed to tread cautiously with this virile. Truth be told, she rather liked that in a stallion though. The sandstone jezabelle did not stir or flinch as he eased forward, in fact, after he had spoke she dared to step forward, keeping her dark eyes fixed on him as her weight shifted beneath her. The wave of his banner brought his scent to her nares and she registered it as a hessian called Vito. A smirk appeared on her velvet lips as she dared more to encircle the brute in a ring that seemed to grow narrower as she made the turn full and complete all while speaking. "Vito? A pleasure then Vito. My name is Nesrin." She halted again before him sliding back a few playful strides. By now she had relaxed a great deal but still kept enough distance between should he need to flee. An exit plan was always handy to have after all.
"I'm sure the climb up was easy for a stallion of your stature. Did you come up here for the view?" Questions always, Nesrin was a curious soul. It was much the only real way to expand her own knowledge of Mustang, to know its inhabitants which included the other foreigners who journeyed here. She certainly was not going to sleep with anyone for answers, but there were other reasons for her wanting to know just what sort of stallion this Vito was. The desert minx had been roaming Mustang's wilderness a while on her own and found little promise in the fellows she had encountered. Maybe a stallion on a mountain that was not easy to scale could prove to have her golden ticket to power.
=============================================================================== Mare. four years. azteca x arabian x akhal teke . buckskin dun with dark limbs, mane and tale. dark brown eyes. 15.1hh
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ooc: <3
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I'm still Splashs on there!
I miss rping.
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