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Post by Annabelle on Sept 22, 2011 13:31:02 GMT -5
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Ebony whipcord tossed against my flanks as my pillars moved through the long grass. The trees were tall and brushed against my hide as I walked along the rows of evergreens. I was in the middle of my lands, having this large valley split the north and south areas. My land was large and I stood proudly to defend it against anyone.
Though I had many plans, one of the major ones was to over throw the Araes. It was a long time family dispute over some loser of a mare, but I loved a good fight when I saw one. A grin was worn on my ebony lips and my eyes closed and I took a deep breath through my nostrils. How my air was so free, clean, and pure. I don't want it to change or be tainted by some worthless soul. Its such a shame that so many horses were worthless souls, pitiful.
I opened my eyes, revealing the brown orbs to see what was around me. I sneeze came from my lung as I dipped my head down and nibbled on the grass. It tasted good, but after I was done with this area the taste would become even more better. It was just how things went.
ooc:// poopy post. Didn't know what to write.
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Annabelle - Percheron, Arabian, Suffield Mustang, and Thoroughbred cross - 5 years old - Queen of all Eunomia - No Mate - No foals - Dark Bay - 15.3 hands high
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Post by Crow on Sept 22, 2011 18:41:28 GMT -5
The wind was soft as it whistled through the trees, gently bending them and causing them to sway around in the wind. There seemed to a soft quiet over the land, as if it was holding it's breath and waiting for the perfect moment to come along so that it could release it slowly, relieving the pressure that had built up in the process.
With slow, silent steps across the land, head down so low that the tip of the muzzle was brushing the grass, Flyboy made his way slowly through the tall grass, not really paying attention to where he as going. His dark brown eyes would occasionally swing up to glance around him, then back down to the ground as he continued to walk. He wasn't really sure why he was wandering, but Arrow had wanted to call the herd together for some sort of meeting or something, and Fly had just not wanted to go. So he went to wander instead.
As Fly ended up near a small pond, he stopped, raising his head to look around him, to try and figure where he was. Black tail swishing against his legs with a soft rhythm, he noticed that he was near the border between the two lands: Tyranic Valley. Why had his legs taken him here? What was the point? Still curious, he snorted, slowly beginning to trot, than easing his way into a soft canter as he continued on his way, having no particular care to go back.
As he began to slow, Flyboy realized that he had come upon a valley like area, and at first glance, it looked abandoned. But then he noticed the mare. She was alone, but for what reason he did not know. At first, he began to slowly start forward, wondering if she was of Arae, until he got close enough to catch her scent: Eunomian. With a snort, he began to back away, hoping that she wouldn't notice him. He really didn't want to be getting in trouble with a horse from Eunomia, not right now.
[ooc: here's your post anna! ^^]
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Post by Annabelle on Sept 22, 2011 18:55:06 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] Brown eyes looked around my beautiful land. A smirk was supplied on my whiskered lips as my pink tongue ran across my teeth. Curved harks flicked forward, how I wanted to run right now. Run and rip the emerald blades, throw mud and dirt from the bottom of my slate coloured hooves. I wanted to laugh at my wild fantasies, I would surely allow myself to run around at some point in time. But right now I had to look about, scope out my lands to make sure that no unwanted visitors would come and disturb me.
And not long after that thought I heard the sound of hooves pounding against the ground. Instantly my auds fell flat against my dished skull. Who dares to be the one to tear up my ground before I can? Who dares enter my land before I can say yes? My mud coloured orbs narrowed as I let out a loud blow of my nostrils, they searched around until I spotted the two coloured colt.
Jaw snapped together as I loped over to investigate this intruder, I made no motion that looked inviting. As I neared I noticed him backing away, did he not have the guts to take me face on? Many horses didn't have the guts to face me, I just gave off that vibe of being super dominate. They couldn't handle it, I was just so much more powerful than anyone.
I came closer; nostrils flaring as I looked down at him, though he wasn't much smaller than me. I always looked down toward others, even if they ended up being nineteen hands high it was my nature. I clenched my strong jaw before unhinging it to speak. "Name your calling insect." I demanded.
His scent soon entered my nasal passages, when it hit me I let out another blow of my nostrils. This could be interesting, some young punk of an Arae decided that they would enter my lands. I would have grinned if I wasn't displeased with him running all over my land before I could do so. I could easily make him my slave, or even my prisoner. Arrow would be pleased oh-so-much.
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Annabelle ∆ Dark bay ∆ 4 years old ∆ Thoroughbred x Arabian x Percheron x Suffield Mustang ∆ Queen of all Eunomia ∆ No mate worth of her
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Post by Crow on Sept 22, 2011 19:16:19 GMT -5
Ears flicking around, eyes still searching, Flyboy tried to back away as quietly as possible. He just didn't want to raise any trouble at the moment. It wasn't really on the agenda, one could say. But, as expected, he was noticed. The mare coming toward him with an angered atmosphere surrounding her caused the young colt to stop his movement, muscles tensing beneath the spotted pattern of his coat.
"Name your calling insect." Her words were harsh, and as she spit them out at him, his head dipped down slightly. He was trying not to show any fear. In fact, we trying not to show much emotion at all. This was definitely a situation that Flyboy had not wanted to be in, a situation that he knew he was going to have a hard time trying to dig his way out of. With a small snort, Flyboy closed his eyes for only a moment before they were open again, his dark orbs looking at her as she faced him down.
"My name is Flyboy." Fly said with a strong voice, though he looked more confident than he actually felt. Not that he would let her know that. With another burst of a confidence, Fly suddenly stretched himself up a bit more, his neck stretching just enough so that he could look down on her. It was true that he did not know of her rank, nor that this action would probably anger her, but it gave him to confidence to stand his ground instead of fleeing.
Flyboy continued to watch her, but it wasn't long before he noticed a curious look in her eyes, almost like she was planning something that was almost like an inside joke to her. As the smug grin came to her face, the young painted colt withered some inside, though it wasn't very obvious to the mare. He wondered what she would plan to do with him. If anything, Fly had the feeling that Arrow probably wouldn't be please with whatever it was in the least.
[ooc: XD]
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Post by Annabelle on Sept 23, 2011 9:04:22 GMT -5
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I watched the colts head dip slightly at my words. It didn't take long after that that he spoke to me with his name. What kind of name is 'Flyboy'? Is he going to fly away soon? I gave my teeth a grind and then watched as he started to raise his head. One invisible brow rose, did he honestly think that he could be dominate over me? Over me in my own land? Typical Arae, I clearly have to show him who's boss.
My eyes narrowed as my harks now fell flat against my skull. I raised my own head, higher than what it was before, and parted my lips. "Lower your head when you are in the presence of a Queen slave!" I hissed as I snaked my head out and did a 'claiming nip' on his shoulder.
He would be my slave, for now. Lets see what Arrow has to say about this.
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Annabelle : Dark Bay : Percheron x Arabian x Thoroughbred x Suffield Mustang : Queen of Eunomia : No mate : No foals : 4 years old
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Post by Crow on Sept 23, 2011 10:18:19 GMT -5
As Fly watched her look him over, her nostrils flaring, he continued to feel his confidence waning just a little bit more. He knew that this mare would probably get at him for raising his head like he did, but he couldn't help it. He just didn't want to feel like he was the weaker one, that he couldn't find his way out of this one.
As he saw her ears fall flat against her skull, Flyboy knew that he was in trouble. He was about to take a step back when she spoke to him. "Lower your head when you are in the presence of a Queen slave!" Queen?! He had raised his head to a queen. What had he gotten himself into? Fly didn't really know what to do now. He thought he had just been speaking with another mare, just someone that was from Eunomia but wasn't as high ranked as she.
"Yes ma'am." Flyboy murmured as his head lowered once again, eyes dropping to the ground. He had been expecting some sort of trouble to come from this encounter, but not this badly. But when he suddenly felt her nip, stating that he was her prisoner, her slave now, his head dropped all the more lower. 'Arrow is gonna kill me...'
[ooc: ta-da! :D]
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Post by Annabelle on Sept 23, 2011 22:56:19 GMT -5
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A frown was now on my face as I watched him with narrowed brown eyes. I watched his head drop. Good, I had him now. I could have been some loser loner; I always thought of myself as a God like figure. That is because I am a God like figure, and as it turns out I am actually Queen of these lands. Handed down from generation to generation. I was the prim specimen of it. I carried out my roles well.
After my nip I saw his head drop even more, aw the sweet victory of triumph. Whipcord touched my sides, ridding myself of the insects that were attracted to my pelt. "Now, as a slave, you will stay here until I deem it fit that you leave. This could be in a few hours, tomorrow, in a few years, or even never. That is up to you I guess." I stated as I looked around.
"You will go where I tell you and stay if I tell you to stay. You are not allowed to leave unless you have permission. Everyone in this herd is above you, including the foals. You are my slave, as well as my prisoner. Any Eunomia is a ruler over you, at any given time." I exclaimed as I started to walk, I expected him to follow of course.
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Annabelle • 4 years • Arabian x Suffield Mustang x Percheron x Thoroughbred • Dark bay • 15.3
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