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Post by cowgirl4lyfe on Dec 10, 2010 10:41:58 GMT -6
See how they run like pigs from a gun!
The Turtle
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
The maze of trunks were confusing to they eye. He kept getting distracted by the coloration of their barks, constantly muttering that they had past that pine already. Auds tipped inward, knotted whipcord clamped shut,"Are you sure about this forest, eh, Winter?" he accelerated up to her flank and rubbed his skull along her onyx ribcage,"It's a bit darker here than I would prefer, not that a stud like I is fearful of darkness, tis not like nothing changes, light only adds color and well, color is interpreted as shape and..." he ran his lip, fading into a heavy sigh. He butted her again, sticking close to her side.
Relief at last he felt when the sun reached its lengthy fingers of orange and strawberry red to The Turtle's eyes. "Ah, soleil!" he exclaimed. He nickered and bucked, kicking out most dramatically. Unable to stop himself, he launched into a flat out gallop. There was grass at first, then the clatter of his fat gray hooves among stone echoed through the valley and stirred flocks of winged creatures from their hiding places. The terrain was changing fast. He dropped his hips and slid down a muddy glade, humming a tune for the lovely fae trailing behind him to hear. He had taken the lead after they emerged from the forest, sure that Winter would correct him shall he go off path. A crow, just as ragged and black as The Turtle's coat, alighted on the crest of his mane and squawked. A maroon flap that must have been a tongue inside of his mouth shook to the rhythm of the stallion's voice. They were really quite enjoying themselves, then all became quite and not a trace was left of the crow but a single jagged feather on the floor.
He analyzed the canyon. It appeared empty, hollow, safe for the most part. A worn trail in the distance would be their route. He chewed his lips, a habit of his when in deep thought. Why had the crow so readily flown the coup at the sight of this canyon? He was sure there was nothing to worry about. "Eh there lovely - Winter - what are name of these lands? Is there something out of the sorts here...love?" he pondered. Was that the icy hot sensation of another brute's eyes on his silhouette, or was he imagine things, once again?
I am the Eggman, I am the Walrus...
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.
goo goo g'joo, goo goo g'joob!
________ Words: 398
Muse: Good.
Notes: Ok, so idk I pictured the Rebel's lands very rocky and canyon-like...maybe Firework can bring in a stag looking to give The Turtle some trouble? Care to message her? 
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Post by fORTE on Dec 24, 2010 16:09:11 GMT -6
Winter kept up a steady, fast-walking pace as she led the way through this dark forest. It was very still between the tree trunks and, truth be told, rather eerie. The filly was on edge, just a bit, jumping slightly at sudden noises and movements in the corners of her eyes. But as usual she tried very hard to keep a level head, and that effort seemed to pay off. The little black mare never once panicked, but tried to reassure the Turtle when it became clear he was uneasy as well. She turned her head and looked him in the eye without slowing her pace. "Trust me," she said simply, then looked ahead again. Winter had spent several months wandering in forests like this one after she had left her father's herd, so she was reasonably confident in her ability to navigate this type of environment.
Sure enough, a smile spread over Winter's face as the sun finally showed itself to the two horses again. She broke into a dainty trot and pranced joyfully after the black stallion over a narrow plain of grass, then stopped short when she came to be edge of what seemed to be a canyon. The filly watched curiously as a crow landed on the Turtle's neck, then took flight again suddenly. Strange, she thought. She had never known a bird to do anything like that.
"I don't know of anything that might be dangers to us here," she replied to the stud's question, "other than the usual predators and things. And there very well could be other horses here." Winter too examined the canyon. She noticed the path and became uneasy again. Some kind of animal used that path regularly; to use it would mean trespassing on its territory or even offering themselves up as a meal. She was torn. There didn't seem to be a way to go around the canyon, and yet every instinct warned her against going to a place she knew there was danger. She turned to the Turtle, hoping he would know what to do.
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Post by Kailolu on Dec 26, 2010 16:18:58 GMT -6
Xavier was bored. He had been walking around aimlessly for the past hour. He was bored, and annoyed. He was curious to why mares hadn’t simply walked care free into the Rebel lands to greet him with promises of well… fun. It had worked for Adarth, so, why hadn’t it worked for him? He flicked his tail irritably, and continued walking in silence, starting to get upset at the sound of his hooves tapping against the hard soil. He let out a sigh and relaxed his head, flicking his ears in hopes to find something to play with. Something to ease his boredom perhaps. And, like magic, there were voices. And no, he wasn’t going crazy. There were other voices, horses wandering through the Rebel lands, most likely trying to pass through unscathed. Xavier slowly made his way toward the sounds, not worried about timing. After all, it sounded as if they just entered, surely they wouldn’t be leaving soon.
The black brute was standing out against the coloration of the lands, but he was careful. He hadn’t let himself be seen yet, but he managed to find an opening between the foliage he had been coming across between the parts of rock. There were two horses, a mare and a…stallion. Oh no no, Xavier couldn’t have that. He watched them for a couple more seconds, his eyes hard on the opposing brute’s body. At the moment, he had no interest in the young mare. She was second on his list of things to mess with. Right now, it was this stallion that was showing signs of recognizing the feeling of being watched. Perhaps this would be fun, watch them for a while until they’re deep in the canyon, then strike when they have nowhere else to go.
Alright, that sounded fair enough. Xavier turned and started walking across the rock once more, making sure to stay far away from the cliff. He didn’t want to ruin his little game by being spotted right away. Perhaps later he’d stand in the open and make sure they got a good look at him. Just to scare them a little. Oh yes, this was going to be a fun day.
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Post by cowgirl4lyfe on Dec 27, 2010 1:04:32 GMT -6
See how they run like pigs from a gun!
The Turtle
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
The maiden turned her fearful gaze to him, brown aquas waiting for him to release a reassuring, masculine string of words to calm her nerves. The Turtle squared up,"Yes well, I suppose we won't know until we find out, or," he coughed and his vocals came back stronger the second time,"until we...yes." and for some reason, before trekking down the slim canyon path, he looked over both his right and left shoulder; as if to reassure himself that this was not another one of his own silly games of his very lost and mad mind being played on himself; that he wasn't, very much alone.
I am the Eggman, I am the Walrus...
Burnt globes twisted and the whites of his eyes rolled out with the backward casting motion of his thickly neck. He did his best to act tough, like the valiant stallion Winter was searching for in him as he lead her to who the hell knows where. But that stallion just wasn't there, theoretically, not because he didn't have enough testosterone, no, simply because it wasn't his natures to be the most badass dude around, and neither was it his nature to care. But for some reason, being with Winter and trying to act, himself, was really quite hard. He tried to block out the echo of rocks flying down the side of the canyon walls, it would go and go and then, wait, what was that? He halted. "Hey lovely, I think there's water down there somewhere." he gestured to her and smilied,"Nothing like a little dip to cool down, eh." he suddenly felt light and airy, ready to sink into the ripples of ice water and drift away with her...
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.
goo goo g'joo, goo goo g'joob!
________ Words: Not much, too lazy to look it up on a word counter! lol
Muse: Good.
Notes: Whooo hooo The Turtle loves to swim, too bad it's not going to to the way he planned haha
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Post by fORTE on Jan 4, 2011 13:59:26 GMT -6
Winter turned her head away from the Turtle as he began to speak, listening closely to his words as she continued to survey the landscape. It was forbidding: the thought of traversing the canyon frightened her, and yet the ridges and hills called to her, to see what was on the other side.
The mare started forward at a trot, toward the steep path that led down into the canyon, and it wasn't long before she reached it. She stood at the edge, again scanning the area. Her feeling of foreboding had not left her. But she too noticed the shimmer of water far away, and she suddenly realized that she was parched. She checked to be sure that the stallion was by her side and then, edged forward by the promise of water, the filly resolved to be brave, took a deep breath, and stepped off the sparse grass, over the lip of the canyon and onto the rocky path.
Immediately the ground beneath her gave way, and she let out a squeal of fear, threw her head up, dropped her haunches and proceeded to slide a few hundred meters down the steep hill, rocks clattering around her and dust filling the air. Her instincts took over and stilled her body, and she concentrated on keeping her body as still as possible so as not to lose her balance, which she knew would be disastrous.
Eventually she slowed where the ground began to level out briefly, and came to a stop. She stood still, her eyes still wide, panting, but almost immediately she began to come to herself and checked herself for injuries. The backs of her hind legs had been rubbed rather raw, and were bleeding in some places, and she was covered in dust, but otherwise unharmed. Her legs shook with relief.
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Post by Kailolu on Jan 4, 2011 18:25:15 GMT -6
Xavier had been lurking for a few more minutes, watching the stallion’s head most of the time. At most he wasn’t concerned if the mare saw him, though that would spoil his fun. So, just for his own sake, he stayed hidden. With a mighty throw of his head, he set off to find a way to get down to the canyon floor, seeing as he wasn’t at the base to begin with. After only a few more minutes of annoying hoof clicking, he found a small decrease in the rocks. He swallowed and flicked his ears, not able to see the other horses at the moment. This simply annoyed him, but he started down the stone ramp. He kept his focus more on the direction they two were coming, as there were many large rocks in the way. He caught a glimpse of black and he froze. It was the mare. What was she doing? Xavier edge a bit more down until he could see the mare clearly. She was standing on the edge of a small cliff. Xavier perked his ears forward and took another step to watch her.
Suddenly the weak rocks couldn’t support her, and the ground crumbled. She slid down the hill, squealing in terror. Xavier jerked and stepped toward the direction the mare was sliding. He held himself and stopped. He always had a protective urge toward mares, no matter how fierce and reckless he was, that was his one thing that always weakened him. She stopped sliding, and Xavier stepped back, hiding his black mass. He couldn’t move now, surely they would spot him. He still watched the mare carefully, momentarily forgetting the stallion. She was checking herself. Good. At least she was smart. He sighed quietly, watching her with relaxed ears. She must be more careful, these lands weren’t the best place to let your guard down. Even the terrain would turn on you whenever it pleased. He suddenly focused on the stallion and flicked his tail fiercely. He waited for the brute to react to his mare falling so far down the steep hill.
Alright, I'm sorry Forte, but I can't reply to our other post. I simply have no muse at all at the moment.  As soon as I think of something, I'll be sure to reply as soon as possible!
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Post by cowgirl4lyfe on Jan 7, 2011 19:10:38 GMT -6
See how they run like pigs from a gun!
The Turtle
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
The Turtle's eyes gathered around his silken maiden's form as she darted past him like a fish. Her expression was light and angelic, taking on the slender trail as if it were miles wider once she spotted the water. Her bold moves went a little too far though, and in three short seconds he feared he may watch the only femme he ever cared for even just a little, slip away and fall to a horrible death. "Winter!" he gasped and fumbled to her aid, but it was too late, the ground neglected to hold her shallow skeleton, and he was left teetering on the edge of some cliff, out in the middle of nowhere, mare-less, or, friend-less. Bits and pieces of brick red canyon dirt littered the ground. He poked an eye over the edge, and to his relief, saw her little bodice shaking slightly, but otherwise unharmed, ah yes, she had survived the short three foot drop to the river's shore.
I am the Eggman, I am the Walrus...
There was a certain something, something eerie that he could not put his hoof on, that floated about these waters. He looked at his own reflection and churned the smooth liquid with his maw. How did he get so lucky? To be accompanied on his trip to The Sea with a mare such as Winter? He could spend all day out here, bathing. What was the harm in that? Everything was okay, they had the whole river to themselves...
"Are you alright, love?" he brought his nose to her face and ran it up and down her spine, along her hocks - double checking the areas that could have been damaged during her little accident. "All seems well." he smiled. What was that? His soldiers stood erect. His crane grew tall and stiff, shoulders broad and box-like, crania tipped inward, muscles twitching. "There Winter, do you here that?" he whispered to her. For the first time since all the hours they had been together, The Turtle portrayed a different side of himself. His loose and somewhat amiss feature was gone, and a serious, watchful version came out.
"Carnal, present yourself." he gestured to the slab of granite that protruded from the rocks as a layered staircase. The shadow of a stag etched on the canyon walls betrayed him to be large than life, but the Turtle continued to stand his ground, curious as to who his stranger, following them so creepily, might be.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.
goo goo g'joo, goo goo g'joob!
________ Words: 400
Muse: Nice.
Notes: Nm.
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Post by fORTE on Jan 8, 2011 10:40:22 GMT -6
The mare stumbled toward the Turtle as he neared her, hoping for reassurance, but she was also slightly embarrassed that her misstep had caused so much trouble, and she did not look him in the eye as she drew alongside him and pressed her muzzle to his neck. "Yes," she replied quietly to his concern, "I'm alright." She breathed deeply for a few minutes, her still-frazzled nerves calming gradually. Soon she turned away from the stallion, and they both stepped forward to drink from the river.
The water was clear and bright and clearly composed mostly of snowmelt from the mountains, for it seemed so cold as to be close to freezing temperature. The first swallow chilled Winter's throat to the point of pain, and she resolved to take smaller sips from then on.
An idea struck the mare as the areas that had been scoured by the rocks during her fall began to ache more painfully. She waded into the water, clenching her teeth at the cold she tried to ignore, until she was belly-deep and the water water was taking its numbing effect on her hocks, which where the points on her body most badly injured.
After a few minutes the soothing swirl of the chilly water aroun her and its gentle chattering began to lull Winter to sleep. Her eyes remained open but the things she saw began to take on a dreamlike quality. The sound of the water seemed louder and more raucous and irritated the mare. The reddish-yellow rocks turned slightly more blue-looking and the Turtle's edges blurred when he moved.
Suddenly she noticed the stallion stiffen and she immediately began to immerge from her sort-of-sleep. She followed his gaze to an odd rock form, and it took her a moment to notice the shadow that gave away the presence of another equine. Fully awake now, Winter rushed to the Turtle's side as he issued his demand to the as yet invisible stranger and stood slightly behind him. She was not disposed to fearing others before she had reason to, but the hostile nature--hostile to her, in her own mind, at least--of this environment had put her on edge. But she was curious too and kept her ears and eyes pointed in the direction of the shadowy unknown.
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Post by Kailolu on Jan 22, 2011 12:20:27 GMT -6
Xavier flicked his tail irritably, watching the stallion question the mare of her injuries. He was growing tired of the little drama that had been played out before him, and he was losing interest in this mare. Xavier had always become bored unless something that concerned him was going on. In all truths, he was going to turn and leave them be. Not a very, Rebel thing to do, but he didn’t care much for appearance. To his brother, it was everything, and despite everything that happened, Adarth had always tried to appear as a Rebel. Most of the times he pulled it off beautifully, until that blasted mare Libra ruined it all. But, it was the best thing that had ever happened in Adarth’s life, and Xavier knew that.
The black brute took a step back, when suddenly the darkly colored stag guarding the mare called out to him. Xavier perked his ears forward but didn’t move. He listened for a moment to see if he dared to say anything else, and he didn’t. For a second though, Xavier was baffled. How did he know he was there? Xavier turned his head and flattened his ears at his own stupidity. Somehow, he had forgotten that beings had shadows. Well, he was pretty much fun dead at that point. No more, sneaking around, might as well intimidate them face to face. He stepped out from behind the rock, and immediately looked the rival stallion directly in the eyes. He wasn’t as big as Xavier had thought, but still, that didn’t mean that he was weak. For all he knew, this stallion could whoop Xavier into next week, but with that mare to worry about. . . Now this could be slightly different.
“So, you’ve spoiled my game. Congratulations,” He rumbled in his deep voice. He scolded himself mentally. He couldn’t come across as intimidating as his brother, which was all he craved. Despite that fact, in his opinion, he was already starting out good. “Boy, you do realize what time of the year it is, correct?” He started to walk forward, closing the space between the three. “Is it not obvious?” He lifted his head and inhaled before shaking his head in appreciation. “Can you not smell that? Your mare here is in heat. And bringing her through these parts is a very unwise thing to do.” True, the season to reproduce was passing quickly, and Xavier longed for it to stay longer. The smell of this particular mare was simply intoxicating. He wouldn’t complain if he had to live with that smell for a couple more months.
Xavier’s focus was starting to become harder to control. His instincts were growing to become stronger in his mind, urging him forward. It was a pure gut feeling for him to rush forward and attack the stallion until he was either dead, or if he submitted to him. His natural impulse told him to win the fight, and breed the mare. After all, you can’t reproduce on just love. “So, I can make you an offer, boy.” He knew the stallion would probably reject it, but who knows. “Just let me take the mare, and you can go unscathed. I warn you now, you won’t want to fight me.” Xavier pondered that deal in his own mind. He liked it, but it could be improved. “Or,” He started, taking another dangerous step forward. “You can let me have her for say, and hour, and leave us. By the time it’s over, I’ll personally take her to you.” All Xavier wanted to do was pass down his gene. Hopefully, he’d be able to breed with the mare and she’d produce a colt. One that, once old enough, Xavier could take under his wing and raise to be a Rebel. Xavier was a no-foal-killing Rebel. Unless it wasn’t his own. Then there’d be a problem.
Okay, this post was absolutely horrible, and I apologize. And I really hope that this was okay, with Xavier accusing Winter of being in heat. After all….she is, isn’t she? If not, I can edit this post. Oh, and by the way, I SUCK at "making offers" When it comes between two stallions...*facepalm*
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Post by cowgirl4lyfe on Jan 22, 2011 21:52:52 GMT -6
See how they run like pigs from a gun!
The Turtle
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
The sunlight released a black mass even darker than the shadows. It was stepping with humiliation into view and there was not a breath to be heard breathing. Darkness seeped from every crack of the rival stallion. He wasted no time pressing The Turtle's every button. He thought long while the stranger rambled mindlessly, then made his smooth remark,"You call me a boy, carnal, when it is you sneaking around like an ignorant colt." He hissed and laid down his ears, jerking his head in a fashion most savage. Heat. Yes, he could almost taste the feminine perfume now. But most of the time, he had dismissed it. During their travels, it would have been out of line for him to try and...seduce Winter. She was too young, very young, virgin practically but she also beautiful and perhaps, one day, he would harness her body, but in her own time...He smirked, almost sympathetic with the Rebel.
I am the Eggman, I am the Walrus...
The stag must have been a mixed breed. So they had something in common. Purebreds were rare around here. But Winter, her blood was sweet. Much too good for this inconsiderate Forcer. "Thanks for the offer, but I must decline, because carnal, that is not up to me. I don't know if you can see properly from the angle in which you stand, but Winter here, is a living breathing fae. Isn't that right love?" he held his sarcastic tone sternly, and glanced at Winter's wrinkled face. But she mustn't worry. "She can make her own decision, that you better respect. Because we couldn't want to spill any blood on these fine canyon floors now, would we?" He hoped Winter was shocked, and that there would be an equal effect on the opposing stag. For a second, The Turtle doubted himself, but he didn't let his muscles twitch from the thought of taking a hit or two. It would be worth it, for her. He could hold his own ground, long enough for her to get away, but the large size of this stranger's hooves would sting. He had feathering, of the Friesian or Clydesdale breed, and that with all that power he must be slow. However, The Turtle may be fast, but he was, a bit sloppy, and not as buff, that much was clear. He pressed closer to Winter's body and locked his eyes onto the jugular of his opponent.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.
goo goo g'joo, goo goo g'joob!
________ Words: about 400.
Muse: fine.
Notes: I think it's nice:)) it puts pressure on The Turtle to not just abandon the situation.
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Post by fORTE on Jan 23, 2011 1:24:12 GMT -6
Winter's heart began to pound as a horse emerged from its hiding place behind the rocks. She could tell he was a stallion from his scent, and still worse he was quite a bit larger than both she and The Turtle, deep-chested and powerful-looking. He walked with a confidence and swagger that chilled her; he seemed to be at home in this canyon, which meant Winter and her escortee were trespassing. Had she known there were other horses in this area, she wouldn't have led The Turtle here.
The black mare put her ears back at the intimidating tone of the new stallion's voice, her fear of him growing more intense. It was true she was in heat and had been, but she hadn't really thought anything of it until then. It wasn't an unnatural occurrence and she had neither pointed it out nor tried to hide it from The Turtle. She believed he was too much of a gentleman to try anything after such a short time knowing her.
A conspicuous shudder traveled up Winter's spine as the next words of the new stallion registered in her mind. The mere thought of sharing such an intimate and should-be careful moment with this asshole made her feel so sick and angry that she hardly noticed her friend's defense of her honor. She raised her dainty head defiantly. She would fight, she would pound this arrogant fool's brains into the dry red dust, before she let him breed her.
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Post by Kailolu on Feb 19, 2011 23:22:28 GMT -6
Xavier tilted his head thoughtfully, letting a cocky smile cross his maw.
“Living and breathing, yes, that may be. She may have her rights outsides these lands, but I’d like you to look around. You’re in the Rebel Lands, kid. Mares don’t move, speak, or even breathe”— he took a threatening step forward and raised his voice—“without given permission.” Xavier wasn’t afraid of a fight. He craved one from this pathetic stag. He could easily win; just by simply hurting the young mare at his side, but then, that would ruin his plan to spread his genes around Horse Mountain. Xavier’s ears twitched back and his bronze orbs burned into the stag’s eyes. He lifted his head and turned to walk around them. Pointless it may seem, but he was looking for any weakness in the rival. Anything he could go for besides the obvious. He circled slowly, not speaking, not taking his eyes off the dark stallion. He kept his distance though, knowing he, or the mare could strike out at him at any point. Xavier examined his legs, his hindquarters, back, neck, head and chest, and finally he came around to face them once again.
He decided to try something else before he decided to bully them some more, as it was proving to be quite entertaining. “What say you, love?” He stressed the name, and let that irritating smile back on his muzzle. He gave a mighty shake of his head and stepped forward again, his mane, a spilling liquid that rolled along his muscled neck. “Would you like to see him bleed?” His voice changed, and he was suddenly quiet, almost gentle. “Would you like me to spill his guts for you? I’d gladly do it.” He kept his eyes on the stallion, but kept his voice aimed on the mare. “What do you want me to do to him? I’ll make him suffer. I’ll make him beg. Tell me what you’d like. I want you to myself with no distractions.” He was wrong, he was being horrible, and for once, he liked it. Now he understood why his brother acted this way. His soft voice hardened and grew cold and hollow, “What about you stag. Do you want to hear what a mare sounds like, when she finally submits to a brute? It’s quite pleasing.” He knew that they’d just say, ‘I’d like to leave,’ or ‘all I want is for you to let us pass,’ but it didn’t stop him from asking. All this talking was going to be irritating, but Xavier knew how and when to keep his patience, and he was curious with this mare, so he was willing to wait. All he knew was that he was not letting them leave without paying.
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Post by cowgirl4lyfe on Feb 21, 2011 11:41:28 GMT -6
As the rival brute rambled once again, the burden of his crackly voice brought The Turtle's ears back. Widened disks of his eyes twitched when Xavier's circling began. His judging gaze was trying to determine if and how to take on The Turtle's brilliant mass in their future battle. The frayed spot of hair on his tail showed he'd been rubbing against trees and it was tender, a small imperfect or weakness, not to mention his slightly ribby exposed sides. Don't let the bone fool you, I'm light on my feet. He warned in his imagination. He knew his opponent was larger and probably stronger, but his strengths were also his weaknesses. Larger breeds had a harder time getting around, and their joints often suffered...abnormalities. Then again, Turtle's hindquarter may be weaker, but his shoulder power was that of a moose.
"Enough of this silly talk, colt, you're a whole lot of speaking and not a lot of doing aren't you? Has it been a while, my comrade, since you took on a stallion your own size? Because something tells me, this isn't what you want to do..." Turtle tried to take a different route. He had found a whole in the iron curtain this forcer put up. Lucky, because fighting went against everything The Turtle felt was just. If this didn't work, he prayed Winter's heat scent would dwindle soon and make the force loose interest. "I will fight you carnal, but think hard before you accept. If he could make some sort of deal, a packaged accord with this brute, they could get to the Sea in record time. That's all he wanted, an evening alone in the turquoise waters, without any regents of leaving a certain stag in a bloody heap...He migrated closer to Winter, hovering over her and placing his heavy boa across her spine to watch over her from all angles. He stroked her mane, an action that probably only irritated his rival even more.
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Post by fORTE on Feb 22, 2011 11:38:39 GMT -6
Winter heaved an exasperated sigh as the silly hostile banter between the two stallions continued. Just get on with it, she willed them silently. Not that she wanted a fight to erupt. She didn't want the Turtle to get hurt. She just wanted to be on their way.
The mare watched, outwardly calm but inwardly posed to fight or fly, as the larger black stallion began to circle her and her friend. She turned slowly, keeping the loathsome stranger directly in from of her always. She shuddered at the words he gently crooned to her, feeling nauseous. He didn't even have the decency to look her in the eye while threatening her friend.
Finally the Turtle called all these stupid intimidation tactics to a halt. About time. Winter spoke up: "No, there will be no fight here today." She marched closer to the larger stallion, her head high, and looked him in the eye -- or, as much as she could being so much shorter than he. Her voice was hard and cold, as were her eyes as she confronted him. "You, brute, are sick. Though I suspect you know that. It is not a becoming quality, nor does it earn you respect. In fact it quite demeans you. We are not afraid of you." This was an outright lie, though she did a good job of hiding it. The adrenaline that flowed through her veins made Winter bold. "We are going to leave now and you are going to let us be. I assure you, you cannot take on us both and live." The little mare turned away quickly, toward the Turtle, flicking her tail in the other stallion's face as she would shoo an insect from her flank. She drew alongside her friend, sliding her hide along his lightly, a silent let's-go signal, and made as if to go.
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Post by Kailolu on Feb 22, 2011 19:55:22 GMT -6
Xavier listened carefully without speaking. The slight, ‘colt’ insult sent at him was just like dust in the wind. It didn’t bother him; after all, he’s been called worse. Fighting a stallion of his own size has been a challenge in the past, Xavier knew. But, despite the size, he’d do exactly what he does now. He does it to annoy his subject, just to boil them up for a good fight. It was severely entertaining. Xavier took in a deep breath and let it out as a exasperated sigh after the rival finished talking. He didn’t have to think about this at all, what would be the worst that could happen? The stallion was smaller then Xavier, and the mare was smaller then both brutes. Sure Xavier would probably get hurt, but he’s been hurt before.
He had an extremely high pain tolerance, which aided him greatly in battle. His auds suddenly pinned tight against his head when the brute draped himself over the mare and rubbed her silky locks. He was about to speak up, but then the dainty little mare decided to stand up against him. When she rallied dangerously close to him, all he did was smile and lean in closer to her. His ears perked up slightly when she claimed that her and her companion would leave without him doing as much as watch them go. Xavier couldn’t help but let his smile grow wider as she walked back, and he followed. He wasn’t after the mare, he was going to fight this stallion right now.
The black brute stood close, head raised to avoid from being pawed in the face. His tail flagged furiously behind him and he pinned his ears as he pranced excitedly even closer. He was now near touching the brute when he squealed and struck out with his leg, a blind move maybe, but it didn’t stop him from doing it again. He snorted loudly and tossed his head and forced himself against the stallion, biting and bringing his rump up a few times, kicking out with his large hooves. He wasn’t truly fighting yet, he was just getting started. Right now he was having a little fun. What he was doing wasn’t meant to seriously hurt the stallion, oh no, just nick him here and there. Then, it would be the rival’s choice to keep the fight going or not.
Don’t even ask. I can’t role play fights if it were to save my life. . .and uhm. . .If I power-played at all in there, I apologize, and I’ll fix it.
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