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Post by DingoMutt on Nov 12, 2015 18:12:24 GMT -8
Paige // mustang // five years // 15.2 hhIt was a warm spring day when Paige finally wandered from the woods and out into Pandora's Meadow. She had spent the winter in relative solitude and enjoyed every moment of it. In the winter she easily disappeared into the dead woods and snow and became one with the world. It had been so easy to just exist and ignore the cold and put her mind away; she didn't have to worry about pacifying a lead mare or keeping babies from chewing up her tail. She picked at tree branches and dug for grass and ate snow and didn't think anything of it. But now the world was green again, and she couldn't, shouldn't hide anymore so she collected herself and hopped over a bush and out into the open.
Her coat was dull and dusty from shedding and she still clung to her beard, but she moved with her head high and raised her knees a little more than was necessary. A quick toss of her head brought some order to her mane, but it was still a hot mess. It laid mostly to one side but a few rogue twigs stuck out in random directions, rooted deep into dark knots. Her winter retreat didn't exactly have a personal groom, so her appearance had suffered a bit, but she wasn't up for any beauty contests. The mare dropped her head and snatched a mouthful of grass, chewing quickly and smacking her tail against her hip. She felt just a little bit fresh, a little bit hot, and the urge to kick up her heels was growing. She tucked her head to her chest and gave a few short crow hops, the sort that wouldn't unseat a five year old, but still it was satisfying to move.
After her excessive bucking fit the mare settled with a sigh, her head high as she looked out over the prairie. She grabbed a few more blades of grass and chewed thoughtfully. Perhaps all there was to do was eat grass and wait for someone to find her. After her winter alone, as nice as it had been, she had decided she needed to try to find a herd. As irritating as it was to have to give up the best grass to the boss mare, it was nice to chat with her after the scuffle. She'd have to deal with a bothersome stallion, but the safety of numbers was far too appealing to the voice in the back of her head. The mare grabbed another bite of grass and kept glancing at the horizon. Hopefully she wouldn't have to wait too long. 449 words // open // crying because starting threads is hard
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Post by Bibliobibuli on Nov 14, 2015 22:29:31 GMT -8
Gryffin Spring was now in full swing and the gold plated stallion, although a homebody, couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness that most equines naturally got after a long winter. His athletic build and thin winter coat naturally meant traversing during a blizzard wasn't the wisest choice. It was easier to stick to his home since having Epona joined him. They hadn't seen much of each other since she got there, the weather turned rather quickly and he imagined she was spending time getting acquainted with her new home. The little red mare had a personality as warm as her coat, and he admired that about her.
While he and Epona hit it off well, it was time he started thinking of more than just himself if he were to make being a herd stallion a successful experience. He wasn't the most over expressive or sentimental stallion, but he wanted the members of his herd to feel fulfilled. It would be inevitable for he and the red mare to tire of each other if it were just them two day in and day out, and he certainly didn't want that happening. Perhaps this trip was more for the sake of keeping his only mare happy more than it was about stretching his legs.
Gryff had spent more of the winter huddled within the shelter of the forest in his home, so he took full advantage to the exposure to the warming rays of the sun here in the meadow. Amber eyes swept across the scenery of green ascending from their wintry slumber. It's not surprising the sabino mare's figure was spotted before she fully emerged, her loud pattern stood out boldly from the tree line.
It seemed she harbored the same sense of restlessness as he did from the sedentary last few months. He redirected his gait towards her, even her cinematic performance didn't sway his steps. He was eager to awake his voice from the slumber it had been in. Lips pursed into a simper of a smile and his steps were a tad higher than usual. Perhaps without noticing he was allowing his spring time fervor to escape from his rather lock down containment. Well, you only live once. Clearing his throat softly, which perhaps served to catch her attention as he approached, he came to a stop within a couple lengths of her.
"I see you are taking advantage of the sunshine and greenery that comes with spring just like the rest of us." It was a little out of character for him to not take a more formal approach, but for some reason she didn't seem like the type that expected the mundane 'howdy do mam'. She was much like Epona. He was quickly figuring out he had a 'type'. Five.akhal teke.emerald acres.16hh 461 words, Gryff is feeling a little giddy haha! template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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Post by DingoMutt on Nov 15, 2015 11:30:11 GMT -8
Paige // mustang // five years // 15.2 hhIt must be my lucky day, Paige thought. She'd hardly gotten adjusted to the sunlight when the sound of knees cutting through the grass and hooves padding on the dirt hit her ears. She was being approached from the side, and she turned her head just a bit to see who was approaching. Her ears twitched beneath her mess of a mane, and shook her neck to free them from their prison. The figure was growing at an easy pace, a walk that meant business and that the warm weather wasn't just affecting her. The mare smacked her tail hard against her hip, scattering a group of gnats. It almost made her look impatient and sassy so she was content to make that her first impression, even though it was certainly not the case. The spring made her difficult and she could only hope she wouldn't make a fool of herself.
Taking a deep breath, the mare identified her company as a stallion, probably fairly young and healthy enough. He appeared sound as he strode up, raising his knees but locking down that innate excitement and fire that all horses felt on a fine day. She'd given into it and bucked, he didn't seem to be the sort to allow that luxury. It was all speculation at this point, observations out of a wide eye, but one thing that she could clearly see was his gold coat. She knew that she was a fairly exotic color, but she'd never seen a horse that glittered like a stream in the sun. He shimmered as he moved, and she was immediately drawn in. The idea of bolting had crossed her mind, but now she felt her hooves become one with the earth. He cleared his throat as he finally came within speaking distance and she glanced away for a brief moment, keeping her ears on the stud. When he spoke she raised her head and watched him carefully with her curious brown eyes. She was a bit happy he'd come to speak to her and definitely pleased he was polite. She wondered if he would play with her, a simple game of chase or a fight. Her skin twitched though no bugs were bothering her, and her muscles were burning to run. She stamped anxiously at the dirt, considering his words for a moment. Her eyes traced a few of the dapples on his barrel and then shifted to his own amber eyes. She decided she'd never met a stallion more finely bred than her, and she wondered how fast his thin legs could carry him.
"Yes, indeed. It would be a shame not to enjoy this weather, this feeling," she said, sounding a bit dreamy. Life as a wild horse wasn't always sunshine and daisies, but when it was, the hot feeling in her bones made all the other worries drift away. There was a handsome golden stallion standing in front of her and she seemed to be acting on instinct, merely watching herself interact with the brute. "What's your name, hotshot?" she asked, taking a few steps closer to the stallion. She extended her neck and sniffed at him, but he'd have to reach as well to touch noses. It must be my lucky day. 554 words // Paige is very passionate about playing chase
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Post by Bibliobibuli on Jan 24, 2016 22:03:29 GMT -8
Gryffin
Amber eyes remained focus on the mottled form of the mare he approached, studying her. She seemed to be summing him up as well. Breath exhaled slowly as he did his best at not shuffling around awkwardly. Not only did the spring air bring a much needed fresh breath of air, clear of the stagnancy of winter, it awoke antics in equines that were unusual for most. The mare stepped closer to him, black tail whipped at his sides as he watched her apprehensively. When she extended her neck he stood still until he was certain he was supposed to meet her offer, extending his own shadowed nose to her after a pause. She smelled like excitement and adventure. A smirk marked his approval.
Instead of recovering the space between them by taking a step back after exchanging breaths, he lingered near her. He could tell by her posture and tone she was a playful one, both in action and emotions. Then she spoke, and if horses had eyebrows his would have been lifted. Hotshot? Had he missed something? Gryff kept his amusement to himself, forcing a cool facade. ”Yes, wasting this feeling would be a shame. It’s a good thing I found you then, isn’t it?” Oh did he smirk, he liked this spring feeling. ”I’m Gryffin. The pleasure is mine, miss.” The tone in his voice suggested he was always this smooth, but that was a laughable assumption.
Five.akhal teke.emerald acres.16hh Sorry I poofed and it’s not the longest <3 next reply wont take two months lmao… template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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Post by DingoMutt on Jan 25, 2016 20:13:46 GMT -8
Paige // mustang // five years // 15.2 hhThe tickle of his long whiskers meeting her own was almost too much. The mare raised her lip in a half-hearted attempt to nip the stallion while he was still close, but he moved away at a measured pace and she was almost sad to see him go. He stayed closer than she expected of a cool cat like himself, but she certainly wouldn't complain. He bore the strong scent of a healthy stallion, and somewhere in there she could pick up a mare. Not many mares, not an entire pack to keep him occupied, so perhaps he'd have more than a few moments to spend with her. She listened carefully as he spoke, her ears perked forward and attentive, as if she was trying to pick out his words on the wind from a mile away, but instead he was very close and she was very interested in his words. She bobbed her head for a few breaths, considering his words, finally stilling when she'd reached a conclusion.
"Simply a fair stroke of luck, I'd say," she began, approaching the stallion. He was close, just two quick steps and she was right beside him and she almost felt the heat radiating off of his neck. Her skin twitched with anticipation, her foreleg striking out at the dirt in an anxious stamp. It was torture to stand still but her voice remained cool despite her body betraying her. Unlike the stallion, she could not control herself entirely. She had no mares to posture for, instead her hips swayed a bit and her eyes were wide upon him because it was her job to be impressed. "A pleasure... oh, the pleasure's all mine, Gryff." she murmured, reaching for his withers. She groomed his fine coat for a moment, her pretty pink lips working their magic and snatching at a strand of his mane which she gave a teasing pull. She sprang away at that instant like a scalded cat, in one moment right beside the stallion and the next several yards away.
"My name is Paige." she said, dipping her head, sinking for an instant in a quick bow. And as quickly as she was down she was back up, spinning on her haunches in a low rear. Her hind leg struck out suddenly and she approached the stallion again, this time dancing away when she was nearly upon him. She hoped to entice him into a game of chase, and perhaps he would impress her and be fun and ask her to stay with him. Her experiences with stallions previously had been unfortunate affairs, their teeth upon her hide when she refused to cooperate. But this time she had began the dance before he could, and expressed her willingness and desire to kick if he treated her poorly. She'd fight hard for her freedom if she had to, but for the moment she was buzzing with energy and the need to run. She dropped her head, watching the stallion carefully with her dark eyes. She was prepared to spring either direction away from him, her lips pulled tight in a grimace of concentration. Her ears sprang back, then forward, upsetting her mess of a mane as her tail cut the air in a quick slash against her hocks. 548 words // clever girl! I hope they continue to get on this well lol
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