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Post by Helleborus-Niger on Feb 27, 2007 18:46:07 GMT -5
Sometimes I wish I could just Fly Away.
'Interesting,' the young mare mused as she curiously scanned the grounds. Her shadowed coat gleamed with lather. Being a Perchon cross, she was rather short for her breeds. She stands only 16 hands. A regal toss of her head was given before she cantered into the lands. She stopped abruptly, scenting that someone owned the lands she was treading on. A soft whicker escaped her gentle vocals. Fly Away was a laid back mare, though had her playful times. She wasn't flirty like most mares, but rather more of the type to learn more about the stallion. Her muscular build, though it was petite. She had lithe movements, able to move across the lands with ease.
Her ears pricked forth, hearing her call echo out into the desolate lands. Was anyone here? She stomped a fore-hoof into the dirt below her, watching it spiral into the air, intertwining with itself. Nickering, she lowed her head, nibbling on the stalks of greenery.
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Post by D.eadly N.ightshade on Feb 27, 2007 18:54:16 GMT -5
The 16hh stag looked forth on the mare. The ebony mare that was grazing on his land but he remembered that he had heard, a call, a mare's call. Perhaps this was the mare that released that vocal. he thought. The great stag then reared to the sky and issued a vocal of his own. The Bright chestnut Thoroughbred, Mustang mix came to the graound with a thud. The stag looked upon the mare again and the strong wind current pulled at his tassles and banner lifting them up off his strong body. The foxprint marking stood glowing against the stags carcass. His brown orbs scanning the turf searching for others, he then took a breath to scent the surrounding areas trying to find a misplaced stag or mare.
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Post by Helleborus-Niger on Feb 28, 2007 17:20:26 GMT -5
A strong, dominating reply came to the anticipating ears of Fly Away. Her head snapped up and ever so carefully stared at him for a brief moment. Nickering quietly to herself, her head lowered slightly as she gracefully cantered towards the blurred picture of a glowing being. She was silent with every step, placing each hoof with much confidence and quite gently. Her rippling muscles rolled under her ebony coat as she stopped only a few feet away from the form that now became clear. A stallion, the same height as her it seemed. She observed him for a moment and saw his stature, and how defiant he stood against the combing fingers of the wind. Her lifted head was soon denied of looking at the stallion much further as she lowered it close to the ground. A voice, hard to be dechipered, yet destined to be heard escaped her calm larynx, "Hello, sir. I am Fly Away." The voice of hers was gentle, though a bit stern; soft yet caring, even filled with mysterious angelic taints.
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Post by D.eadly N.ightshade on Feb 28, 2007 19:07:19 GMT -5
"Wonderful," said the stag after the vixen replied. "My name is Foxstar, Leader of this wonderful lands." He then lowered his head to remove it from the current. He then shook his head. His tassles then were placed on the side oppisite. Now his marking was standing full out. The exact shape of a red fox paw. The bright chestnut carcass gleamed in the sun but the forelegs of the stag were covered in marsh water.
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Post by Helleborus-Niger on Mar 1, 2007 13:19:06 GMT -5
Fly Away breifly nodded as the Lead spoke. Taking in his words carefully, she let a small smile cross her facade. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir Foxstar. I wish to reside on your lands, that is if I have your permission." He's not much of a talker, Fly Away observed. She stared at him for a moment, wondering as to why he was. She wasn't much of a threat, she knew that. Snorting, her eyes lifted to see the unusual marking upon his neck. She eyed it over, though she took nothing of it. Her tail swayed idly as she looked at the lands, smiling. This would be to her liking.
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Post by D.eadly N.ightshade on Mar 1, 2007 14:42:48 GMT -5
"Fine with me. I will also give you a tour of these lands when you wish." he said. He then snorted. He turned and cantered to the brook a few meter's away.
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Post by Helleborus-Niger on Mar 2, 2007 10:12:06 GMT -5
Fly Away nodded and watched as he cantered away. Snorting rather quietly to herself, Fly Away began to canter away as well. She tossed her head elegantly, whickering softly. In mid-stride she picked up a gallop, nickering happily as she arched her neck. She loved to run, feel the fingers of the wind arouse her wiry mane and tail. She released a squeal of sheer happiness as she took sharp turns with delicate ease. Her broad shoulders sloped effortlessly as she jumped over fallen logs nearby. Her muscles bunched together and gave her more bursts of speed. Tossing her head, she nickered joyfully. Her ears pricked forth then flattened as she picked up more speed. It seemed that her speed would never diminish. The sun beckoned down upon her ebony coat, causing a sort of glow to be found.
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Post by D.eadly N.ightshade on Mar 2, 2007 10:45:37 GMT -5
The stag heard the thundering of the mare's hooves. He lifted his head from brook to observe the mare's playful activity. He snorted and tossed his head. He then stepped back a few paces, and he went into a smooth canter and prepared to jump the yard long brook. He braced himself and cleared it without having a foot in the water. Foxstar then slowed to a trot and entered the dim forest part of the terrain.
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Post by Helleborus-Niger on Mar 2, 2007 11:01:47 GMT -5
Curiousity captured Fly Away within seconds as the stallion headed towards a dimmer part of the area. Without questioning him, she followed. She cleared the brook and landed with a few inches to spare on the other side. Slowing to a walk, she stared at him, wondering as to why he was headed in this part of the forest.
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Post by D.eadly N.ightshade on Mar 2, 2007 11:20:13 GMT -5
He sensed that the mare was following him in several moments afterword. He stopped and flicked his ears, trying to detect which way he shoud go. He took a left and trotted through the woods. Fluidly moving through the trees like they were not even there. He then came out of the small wooded area into an open field. He walked to a small cove at the edge of the river.
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Post by Helleborus-Niger on Mar 2, 2007 11:28:56 GMT -5
Fly Away stopped for a moment, wondering if she should or should not follow him. As usual, she followed. She kept at a walk, keeping his silhouette seen. As he stopped she stopped. She looked in awe at the surrounding cove. She snorted quietly, if he were to be quiet so would she. "Wow," she whispered, not caring if she had blown her cover.
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Post by D.eadly N.ightshade on Mar 2, 2007 11:41:06 GMT -5
Foxstar snapped his crown to behind him. He then turned to face her. "Your curiosity has gotten the best of you." He said. He walked to her. "So, you followed me, why?"
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Post by Helleborus-Niger on Mar 2, 2007 11:47:00 GMT -5
Fly Away stared at Foxstar and gulped quietly. She remained infront of him and had not dared to back away. She lowered her head in disgrace of herself. "I only followed you out of curiousity, M'Lord." Her eyes remained glued to the ground, not once trailing to his form. "You may punish me in anyway you wish." Her voice was faint, almost as if she had been excluded from breathing the air around her. She was ashamed of herself, and if Foxstar were to kick her out of his herd, she do so, knowing that she only bestowed this upon herself.
Her father had warned her of this, seeing as she was usually curious. Her ears lowered as well as her head. She felt as if she now betrayed both of her parents and now Foxstar. She remained still and calm. She was not fearful of Foxstar, nor was it evident.
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Post by D.eadly N.ightshade on Mar 2, 2007 11:54:18 GMT -5
Foxstar pinned his ears. He raised his head. "You aren't banished. You just have a strike. Two more and you're out." he said. "I'm firm but just not mean." He turned back and then was about to take a stop.
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Post by Helleborus-Niger on Mar 2, 2007 12:03:46 GMT -5
Fly Away nodded. Without replying, she turned and trotted away. She would no longer follow the Lead unless he were to say so. Picking up a canter, she navigated swiftly through the trees that lingered above her. She sighed heavily, but did not glance back. She tossed her head as she now cantered, jumping over the babbling brook with delicate ease as she landed clumsily on the other side. She caught herself, however, though her heart was pounding with slight fear. Slowing to a walk, she now hid herself miserably under a tree, grazing now.
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