This is my home now

[Kailolu]

He was home. He was at home on Horse Mountain. The smells, the sights, everything was brilliant. He couldn’t imagine anything better. Zorro trotted confidently into the new lands, unsure of what had become of this place. He had been gone for so long it felt so nice to be back. He was unsure of what had become of his beloved mares, and he scolded himself for not coming back to them sooner.

The black brute picked up his pace to a slow lope and he looked and sniffed at everything. His mane and tail had grown out so long, and they waved behind him like a luminous ink dipped flag. His tail hung a mere inch above the ground and it was often soft and wavy. His mane met below his shoulder, and his forelock hung over his eyes most of the time. He hated it. With a might snort and a toss of his head, he kicked out, breaking into a fast canter. He was looking for a sign of a lead stallion, if any horse at all. And there was no smells other then his own, it brought a smile to his black lips.

Zorro wasn’t sure where his brothers were, and that somewhat worried him. Perhaps they had come back. Well, at least hopefully Xavier came back. Zorro didn’t want Adarth to come back to Horse Mountain. These beautiful lands would become a hell if his monster of a brother came back. But then again, Zorro knew why. The beautiful mare that Zorro had fallen in love with had passed on. It had taken a great toll on him, but an even greater affect on Adarth. She ruined him, literally. He was insane.

Zorro’s eyes watered at the thought and he gently tucked the delicate image of Libra back away into the darkest, deepest parts of his mind. Zorro would hopefully be able to find a mare like her. Surely there must be some in Horse Mountain, new companions to discover. For now, he’d better stay focused on his goal. Zorro took total advantage and galloped atop a hill and rose on his powerful hind legs. He struck at the sky, fighting an invisible foe. With that he let out a bellowing whinny, letting all know this was now his lands. His home.

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Honor

Mahogany fae strode into the unfamiliar land, nostrils flaring at the seemingly desolate aroma, lungs pressing the untainted oxygen back through her thin walled airways. She'd roamed around Horse Mountain for a few months now, dipping her elegantly shaped crania, though she still lacked a home and a mate. A snort rippling through her nares, Honor picked up her pace, stepping into a gliding canter. Her pillars ached to stretch, yearned for more land to fly across, dainty circular plates impacted the Earth like bullet casings with every thundering hoof beat. She wasn't quite sure where she was heading, but once she arrived she was glad she hadn't. The stretch of open land, dyed jade and speckled with marvelous colored florals, welcomed her, timber skirted the land offering a safe place to stay, and an easy flowing creek whirled and twisted it's was around the land; This place was perfect!

Sucking in another powerful breathe it hit her, the rank musky aroma of a stallion, a stag that had a mean streak. She could smell it in the air now, lethal, dangerous, aggressive, everything she wanted to stay away from, but there was a hint of kindness, something that told her to continue toward him. Once she caught sight of the brute, her heart melted a little, he was extremely handsome! Sharp, accurate shoulders, thick, well muscled haunches, well shaped crown, and dipped in charcoal ink. She barely kept her jaw from falling open, though her brain screamed for her to be cautious, a flirty nicker erupting her chest. Dancing into a floating trot, ebony whipcord capering in the crisp spring updraft, Honor arched her boa and approached the cow. Deep chocolate globes starred into his, a light smile shattering over her kissers, "Hello sir, I am Honor." She announced her presence, though she was almost sure he knew she was here long before now. Pools scanned his mass, battle scars disarraying his solid midnight pelt, though she took little notice in them. Everything about him was charming so far, enticing, everything possessed by a born killer, Honor extending her boa. Letting her tea cup muzzle brush his, as she pulled in his scent, a high pitched whinny exiting her chest as her fore column raked the open space between them.

[Kailolu]

Zorro blew out a snort and walked around, his tail sweeping his sides, annoyed by flying insects. A scent caught hold of his chin and turned his head, his auds perked forward. There was a mare here, and a mare in heat. Odd, a vile scent of de javu struck him hard. This scene had played out before him, he remembered. But last time, it was two mares, sisters, had come and called to him and he was helpless but to answer. It wasn’t like him to ignore a mare. And leaving the Rebel life to become a herd stallion, he gave mares the kind of attention they deserved and craved.

Pulling his legs to a stop, he decided to let her come to him, as he could hear her hooves growing louder. Perhaps she was looking for a home, perhaps she was coming to find someone to give her a child. Which ever reason, Zorro welcomed her with open arms. The rhythmic thudding grew louder and Zorro looked over. He nearly choked on his breath. The mare was gorgeous, a gleaming bay coat, warm brown eyes. She came at him as if she were floating across the ground. She had a grace in her that most mares didn’t have and it captivated him. She came close and stopped and Zorro smiled warmly. Honor was her name. It was an interesting name, but he liked it. Zorro nuzzled at her muzzle when she reached to smell him and when she squealed he tossed his head and came a few inches off the ground.

Zorro looked at the beauty before him, “My name is Zorro, my dear.” He said in his deep, honey soaked voice. He simply had to have her. She was striking in appearance, and perhaps after they talked he could get to know her inner thoughts. “What brings you to my home this fine day, Honor?” The answer should be simple enough. Either she was here to socialize, breed, or join a herd. There really wasn’t anything else…

[racechick]

Honor

He was impressive, watching his muscles coil as he raised his heavy pillars inches from the Earth, fluttering her long lashes. His muzzle was soft, though the scent he carried was burly and manly, her breath catching in her throat. Zorro was his name, heroic and it seemed to fit him well so far. Her first impressions of him faded, lost in the fact that he seemed to care and indulge his mares, though she still had her mind set that he'd had a difficult past. "Well Zorro, She began, letting his name linger in her mouth before rolling off her tongue, I'm here to well... I'm not completely sure actually. I was just wondering, when I spotted this handsome stag." She replied. Her glistening mass advanced into a sphere around him, barely allowing her bodice to brush his as she moved, hoof beats steadier than the breathes that rattled through her nares.

"But I'm defiantly looking for a herd, with a handsome brute much like yourself, if you have any recommendations." Her tone was seductive, as she'd hoped it would be, lounging with the chirps of birds and the light babbling of the brook. Halting near his crania, she peered out over the land again, it was a wonderland; One he was lucky to have, that was for sure. "Your terra is quite... alluring to say the least." She complimented, Just like it's king. She kept her other comment to herself, at least for now.

[Kailolu]

Zorro listened intently as Honor spoke, captivated by her. He gave a curt smile at her comment. The black brute stood calmly and collectively as she walked around him, watching her with enticing eyes. She was definitely drawing him in with her looks and attitude. “A home to live a peaceful life,” he said softly, more so speaking to himself then her. She already had him hooked, tightly tied to her. Zorro was such a sucker for a pretty face.

“Well then what better place then here with me? I would enjoy the company.” It was a bold, confident answer and he took pride in it. She would have all of his attention, until either another mare came or she wanted female companionship. Until then, that is, he’d shower her with attention and affection, treating her like royalty.

[racechick]

Honor

Neatly curved audio accessories positioned vertically, ink and lightly snow capped velveteens cracked into a sweet smile, he had offered her a home. Expanding the coiled tissues in her coffee boa, her muzzle met his shoulder, nuzzling him gently. "I would be honored to accompany you sir." Honey coated and sugar dipped, if she'd had the training she knew he possessed, she'd be an excellent killer. "But you must answer me one thing. When I arrived, I first sensed danger... But it faded. Now why would a caring brute like yourself give off such a vibe, if not other than you were once a killer?" There was no hesitation in her question, glossy hazel pools gazed deeply into his ebony globes. They held to remorse for the question, they held yearning, they wanted an answer; The truth.

The alluring grin settled on her kissers, optics softening, lips parting to playfully tug on his wavy coal tassels. "Huh Zorro, what was your past like?" Tone angelic, provoking, and just the slightest bit demanding.

OOC- Fail post... I'm srry it's short, but my muse is shot for sum reason. =((

[Kailolu]

Zorro tilted his head at her. Danger? He pondered that. No time soon had he killed a horse? And if he had it was for a legitimate reason. If his past ruined his future he’d be able to claim no mares, especially if he was emanating that vibe. It wasn’t a pleasant one. This mare was confident with her question, and it made him respect her. She knew how to be straight forward to get the information she wanted. He liked it… She nibbled on his mane and insisted he answer.

“In my younger years I spent life as a Rebel. Living here, actually. In my heart I knew it wasn’t for me, I simply followed my brothers. They and my mother are the only real family I have left.” That was true enough, and she had better like the answer he’d given her. Zorro didn’t know the mare well enough to go out full detail of his gory past. He didn’t like to talk about fighting or killing. It brought back horrible memories. A flash memory of his older brother, Adarth, coming at him like a freight train, with all intentions to kill him, chilled him to the bone.

[racechick]

Honor

There was a brief pause before his hollow lyrics, rich coffee fae settling her position near his boa, soldiers falling back to mold her skull. A Rebel huh. She thought, a grin of satisfaction plastering her kissers. Extending her muzzle upward to his wither, mahogany vixen began to groom dirt and grass particles from his ebony pelt, charcoal whipcord batting flying insects away from her mass. "I see." She mummered, turning her compact mass around. "Care to show me around?" Arching her ink tassel covered collar, Honor stepped into a flawless canter, hooves indenting the earth with each stride. Tossing her crania, a buck exploding from her well muscled haunches, a whinny erupted her petite chest; calling for Zorro. Chuckles rippled through her throat next, a sweet smile shattered onto her face, hazel optics drinking in the glorious terrain.

OOC- My muse was here && then it left me... =((

[Kailolu]

Zorro gave a short nicker when Honor turned away from him. He caught her graceful flowing words, and instantly came alongside her when she turned to run. Her angelic sounding laughs were like music to him, he swore she wasn’t a horse. She had to be some kind of angel. He turned his sculpted head to look at her and saw her smile. One of his own crossed his maw and he perked his auds up forward.

Honestly, how was Zorro going to show her around? He hadn’t explored much…and if he told her that she may be put off by his lack of knowledge. So he decided to wing it, of all things. They came up atop a small hill, and Zorro didn’t stop when he nodded toward a stream that was string lined with bushes and some trees. The smooth crumbling brook fell into a lake at the bottom. “I’d stay around this if anywhere else here. The water’s cold now, but when it gets warmer it’ll be good to cool down in.” He sped up just slightly to lead.

[racechick]

Honor

Thestream swirled through out the terra, dropping into a shallow pool, coffee fae pushing her haunches down to hover the earth in a sliding halt. Tapestry of coal tassels mended around her silky boa, chocolate pillars easing her into the glistening water, nerves firing under her pelt as the chilled liquid curled around her columns. Shuddering briskly, deep caramel vixen snaked her crown till her velvet maw skimmed the water, harks flipping back and forth as she sipped water. Thirst quenched, ample cooper mare leaped from the water, making her way to her onyx king. Trailing his well muscled shoulders, her ivories playfully pulled at his charcoal locks, a seductive grin settling on her kissers; "Thank you, it's a lovely place." Craning her boa, crania nestling aligned with her chest, she wondered if he had claimed any other mares. Pushing the thought away, Honor let her muzzle extract the grasses by their roots hungrily, globes watching the brute fascinated in the ebony brute.

[Kailolu]

Zorro caught her smile when she tugged at his mane and he couldn’t help but release one of his own. He gave a simple nod at her thanks. “I hope you enjoy it.” His voice mimicked his smile, low and alluring. He watched her pluck at the grass and he stepped closer, lowering his own muzzle. How long would she stay? Silently Zorro begged her to remain with him here. It was lonely alone, though he hadn’t been in this newly claimed land for long. It was by chance she met him here, if not for her delectable smell and heart stopping looks, he would have missed her, going to the claiming grounds without a prize to come home to.

A saliva covered grass ball slid down his throat and Zorro lifted his head. He wasn’t really hungry, but there didn’t seem like anything else to do. He got a quick sip of water and came back to her side. “Would you like to take a walk perhaps? I myself haven’t seen much of this place, and it would be an honor to travel it with you.” How Ironic of a sentence, way to go Zorro, he slapped himself mentally for it.

[racechick]

Honor

He was quiet, charming, and quite handsome. She had to give herself some credit for finding such an appealing mate, a satisfied grin plastering her muzzle, harks swiveling as the brute strode toward the inundating basin. Twisting her deep chocolate crown, cillia absorbing his polished words, "I'd be delighted to." Adventure coursed through her veins, stout cadent vixen crossing a finely toned pillar over the other in a spin, anxious fae facing the North. The first thing to enter her line of vision was a thick trunked fig tree, limbs nearly bare as winter approached rapidly, in summer it would be heavy and plentiful with ripe fruit. A few hundred feet beyond the fig tree the terra became congested with rich evergreen timber, frost glistening on their saturated leaves. Cocking her brow and soldiers to the right, the pounding of water against unmovable boulders echoed in the breeze, a haze of mist evaporating into the chilled air.

It was a rather pleasant territory, though she was sure she would be more allured by it in the cool spring days and warm summer nights. Muscle tense with enthusiasm, boa arched neatly, velvet kissers released dulcet lyrics;"Where to first?"

[Kailolu]

Bronze colored eyes gazed at the brooding clouds. It wouldn’t be long before light frozen drops of water would start to rain over his lands. But the weather didn’t deter Zorro in the slightest, and he took lead, each step filled with pride. He puffed out his chest and started to lead Honor in a random direction. His stride was confident, but he really had no idea where he was going. Downhill was the idea set in his mind. There was a gathering of trees at the bottom, and surely there must be something interesting down there. “Down here,” he said, turning his head to smile at the ruddy mare.

With each step, the lower his hopes sank. He didn’t want to prove himself not entertaining, or not knowledgeable. True he didn’t know much about this place, and it was because he just got here. At the bottom of the gradual slope, his pride would be hurt because he didn’t have anything to show. Zorro needed a way to impress her, to give her more reason to stay with him. Choking himself mentally, be gathered himself and spoke, “I apologize if there’s nothing of much interest down here,” he admitted, grinding his teeth at himself. A thought suddenly came to mind, and before he could stop himself, he blurted out, “I’ve been other places, yet not down here. I figured it’d be interesting to explore it together, as a first time for us both.”

Zorro was practically killing himself inside, strangling himself. Oh yes, definitely, he’d been simply everywhere. The burnt colored horse kicked his mind mentally. He coughed once and looked at the sky again. Indeed, the clouds were brooding, but the more time went by, the less threatening the clouds appeared.