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Post by hossluver on Oct 15, 2010 22:04:17 GMT -5
She walked like a shadow, weaving through the closely knit trees at slow, leisurely pace. She was almost oblivious to her surroundings, but she didn't care. She wasn't sure what she was doing here anyways. Ears flicking back and fourth aimlessly, her footsteps were soft, despite her tall, warmblood frame. Here eyes were dull, uncaring. No, she didn't really care about much these days. She was sick and tired of all these horses that lived in their own little fantasy world of majesty and freedom; save that for some other dim witted mare that only cared about being happy. They didn't care about their family, their friends, even though that was what they said at every turn. So many horses didn't know what love was, they flirted, they bred, and they had foals. But not love. It was almost never love. Stallions always thought of mares as property, they thought that by default, and it was just the way there were. It would have to be some stallion to prove her other wise.
Like Rousseau. Her Rousseau. The one who had been by her side since birth. The one she had been able to call her own until she had lead them straight to the cougar. Of course. She was five at the time, and she had been young, carefree...the two of them romping through the woods, so in love. Then, out of nowhere, the foul smell flooded her nostrils. All to late. The creature came out of nowhere, claws out, teeth biting on Rousseau's back. Windsor remembered lunging at the creature, trying to get it off him, but there had been nothing she could do. The creatures jaws had finally closed around his throat, and Windsor managed to throw it off. She had not escaped unscathed. She still bore faded scars from her fight, but she had won, and killed it in the end...
He lay there, sides heaving, blood oozing from the deep wounds all over his body. Windsor stood a few feet away, her front hooves piercing the sides of the dead cougar underneath her. She could feel the warm blood on the side of her neck, as she stepped off the cougar and leaped to Rousseau's side. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw him close; eyes rolling, pain etched across his face. Trembling, she approached him.
"Rousseau..." she said, her lip trembling slightly. "Oh Rousseau..." His eyes turned to her, and he opened his mouth; struggling to form words that Windsor knew he could not say. She fell to her knees beside him, and touched her muzzle to his. She laid there next to him, and watched the life slip out of him, all the while, whispering his name...
Rousseau...
Windsor snapped back to the present. She paused a moment, looking around her. Nothing had changed. She shook her wretched, "poor me" thoughts out of her head. There was nothing she could do. Of course, a new stallion had been appointed after the death of Rousseau, and he had not been anything like him; cruel, possessive, and very seductive. Even Windsor's mother had fallen under his spell. But not Windsor, no Windsor saw him for what he really was, but when she tried to explain this to her mother, she received a nasty kick. Soon after, the stallion convinced Windsor's herd to chase her off; their lead mare! Chased away! Such madness. She had not found anywhere since. And she really had no intention of doing so. She continued her walking, purposefully slow, trudging through the trees.
muse; windsor good
notes; sadness |
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Post by obsoletesoul on Oct 31, 2010 23:36:00 GMT -5
Zorazo Zorazo stepped gingerly, lifting each bronzed leg through the stones and leaves. His straw hair flowed wild and mad like, whisping every which way around his ears.
Energy flew through him. Each step made his body tremble with confusion. Each footfall followed by a bob of his ferocious looking neck and his lowered head.
A twinkle in his dark eye glimmered. Hope still there. Hope still alive. His breath left almost hesitant smoke in the air, like even it was afraid to leave his body. Everything was tensed. Everything was clamped, even his heart.
Where was he? Where had he came from? What was the purpose? A movement...A Sound. Amongst the trees. A bronze covered ear flicked to his left, and then to his right. Eyes widened, and nostrils opened. A breath, a heaving sigh escaped his lips. Muscles relaxed, and with a shake of his silvery mane and a snort- he walked off, head lowered. Must have been nothing. Though, his eyes scanned still, his mind was on other things. He continued to step carefully while he thought about going back to the ranch.Maybe just once-there would be something somewhere for him. |
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Post by hossluver on Nov 1, 2010 19:39:19 GMT -5
The bay mare's ears pricked at the sound, and her nostrils took in the scent of a brute nearby. Her head went up, and her eyes scanned through the dark forest in search of the horse. Apparently they had both stopped, because it was absolutely silent. She stood there for a long time, but there was nothing, so she made her way along, quietly, and briskly. Ears laid back in case he saw her, she walked, and it was her great flaw not realizing that the scent was coming from in front of her, not next to her or behind her. She was too distracted by her day "dreams".
It was to her great dismay when she walked through the bushes and all of a sudden, the horse was standing right in front of her. Her feet jammed into the ground and she stopped abruptly in front of the horse. She wasn't quite sure what to say to him. She felt rather resentful towards this horse, but it wasn't his fault. She took a few steps back from the horse. "Sorry," she muttered. She turned away from him, tail swishing, and made to move around him. She was not very happy. Partially because she was annoyed at herself because she hadn't thought hard enough about where the horse might be, and because she just wasn't these days.
She really didn't want the company, but deep down, she knew it was what she needed most. But not now...no, she couldn't do it right now...but that wasn't really in her power for the time being.
muse; okay
words; 263..ew
notes; dont worry, she's very sensitive rite now, she wont just walk away |
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Post by obsoletesoul on Nov 1, 2010 22:00:57 GMT -5
The ore colored stallion had been traveling ungrudging through the plants and fauna. Even alone, in a barren place. Barren from other interactive beings, he could find happiness. It had became harder than usual, but he could do it. He walked on, slowly with his hooves being dragged along with him, taking in the colors and feeling of lost dreams around him. Many thoughts, so many thoughts left.
He stopped, and hesitated. His always alert ears had caught sound of something, his alert eyes had seen a brush past some green.
Hm
His nostrils, dark and wide, opened up and took in air. An earthy smell of woods and an added scent of a new being. A mare at that.Zorazo could sense something was off. The energy flow was darker than he thought it should be. More depressive. Lost. Kind of how he felt.
Standing there, he waited. Waiting patiently. Hooves planted in the ground such as a tree. Muscles tensed. A mare, no threat to him. He had not had interaction in many nights, and was worried. Worried he would appear a threat to her.
Finally, the mare. Bay, gleaming. She came into view. Sad and sorry, and hostile. Ever so upset. Slight surprise seemed to be in her eye, the rest was avoidance.
She started to swing past him.
An utterance of an apology was heard. There was nothing to be said other than.
"You're alright"
All of high might kept him from asking more, from wanting company. He would live. She would be fine. He had no more want of a mare than he had coming into the forest.
A pivot on his hind legs had him staring at her, waiting to see where she walked off to.
OOC (out of character) : It's alright. I am just getting back into the swing of thing so I won't judge your post lol. |
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Post by hossluver on Nov 3, 2010 13:47:24 GMT -5
She could feel him watching her. She heard the rustle of the leaves as he turned to watch her, and the big bay mare paused. She could sense he wanted to say something, but was refraining from doing so. She considered this for a moment; he was being very respectful. She turned around to face him, looking at him, sensing his desire to speak. She wanted to talk to him, learn a little about him, yet it was a painful thought. Windsor flicked her tail from side to side for a few moments, and then she decided to speak.
"A curious thing, a stallion, not pursuing a mare" she said. It was a curious thing, a stallion, simply watching a mare go by, not even saying a word when she did not wish to speak. He was a different type of horse, that much was for certain. He reminded her a touch of Rousseau, in the way he moved, and watched her. But this stallion was silver in color, and powerful, much like herself actually. He was calm and cool looking, and Windsor could not help but be intrigued by him. Her dark green eyes bore into his, a little narrowed, with a mixture of doubt and curiosity there.
words; 202 ugg
notes; osdg
muse; okay |
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Post by obsoletesoul on Nov 5, 2010 0:07:27 GMT -5
The stallion watched her dozy by him. Almost brushing him. He turned to catch her pass him.
She seemed bothered by his staring, he turned back from her again, ready to trot off and he heard her talk.
The mare stopped for a moment and looked at him confused it seemed. What had she said? That his behavior was curious?
"I'm sorry?" He questioned, puzzled. What was he to say. Zorazo didn't know how to handle himself around other horses yet, he hardly ever had. If he talked to them suddenly, the usually became upset, if he ignored their presence it was a challenge. Usually in these situations he could only wait until the the other being noticed and acknowledged him.
With stallions he was always challenged, it was wrong of him to try to make first contact, always a threat it seemed. Ignoring them was rude. Then there was this mare, this little girl, who looked upset and wanting nothing to do with him, then being shocked when he didn't say something.
Hm He contemplated again. Waiting for her to say something about how rude he was or at least to ask a question.
If it weren't for his vast experience, she might have intimidated him. She was even larger than he.
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