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Post by erosaf on Sept 1, 2010 13:01:16 GMT 8
Black was the hue of her mane and tail, though her body was a very light blue roan. Spice snorted as she moved through the woods near the waters edge wondering if someone who was very freindly would come her way. This was such a daunting thing for her, as she often wondered whether her father, Blood Cinnamon had really left her and her mother, Honey. It seemed he had, but there was no way to know for sure and she knew that as well. She smiled though, as she shortened the flames on her neck to a smaller size. Then she started to graze.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 1, 2010 23:36:07 GMT 8
The stag raised his crown proudly as he trotted back into Alaknanda. Light gales were blowing on the beautiful spring morning, with the clouds telling him that rains would come. The ground wasn't as mushy since it hadn't rained in a couple days. They were still getting plenty though. He guessed that they were giving the residents of this place a break. The dark blue roan never had forgotten the crash of the river as he had heard it when he found his first mare. Now, it was gurgling with too much water to hold within. It was a thing about rivers and spring time that always happened.
Innocence was his look, as well as curiosity as he moved in. Maybe he would have to look for a while. Maybe he would find one to come with him on his first try. Either way, he knew that mares always chose the right home. There wasn't much he could offer her. There was a small sub herd he had, just settling into a new home. There was only one other mare that she would have as a companion. The stag could only offer a peaceful home with happiness and love. It couldn't be that complicated, right?
There was one that he'd had his eyes on for several minutes, mostly because they looked so alike. What made him nervous was the small flames flickering upon her neck. She looked kind enough though...and young like him. The stag made his way up to her, a bit nervous. He hoped that his voice didn't quiver at all when he spoke. He would try to be confident. "Greetings, miss. I am Hugo," he said happily, trying to make less of the fact that he was still a bit shy.
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Post by erosaf on Sept 2, 2010 6:34:51 GMT 8
The young blue roan hellion snorted as she heard others coming towards her. It was a blue roan stallion, but there was no hellion in him. She would not make that mistake like her mother had done. Perhaps though they would talk, until a more suitable hellion horse came to talk with her. Only a hellion would win this mare.
Spice lifted her head from the grass she was eating. "Greetings Hugo... I am Spice."
He was a darker shade than she was, and though she was only young, he would not want to anger her. She had little patience in her for those who were normal, well except her father and Midnight Sun.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 2, 2010 7:04:30 GMT 8
Spice looked nonchalant to Hugo, not seeming to mind the fact that a stag was beside her. It seemed as if she had some sort of distaste for him at once. Was it because he wasn't a hellion like her? It shouldn't matter that he wasn't. These weren't things he'd tell her though. Perhaps he could win her heart through kindness and love. Maybe her decision was unbreakable. "Spice...what do you think of the forest, the meadows?" he asked, his kind eyes shining happily, animating a picture for her. He didn't know one that didn't love the beautiful, serene, liveliness of the forest.
Hugo smiled, wanting to know what places she liked the most. He perked his harks as he gazed at her for a moment before grazing on some lush river grass. Even though Hugo was young, he knew about those that didn't open their eyes to the world; they stayed in their own little space, ignoring nearly everything around them. For some reason, he didn't believe that she was like that. If she was, he hoped to make her see, open her eyes to beauty beyond her kind. Hellions were beautiful, as were normal horses. Hugo believed that so much they had in common that they could be good friends...or even lovers.
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Post by erosaf on Sept 2, 2010 7:32:53 GMT 8
"Forests I have not been in, for a long time. Though I was born in one, there are unpleasent memories in me that turn me away from them." She sighed. "No, I am one for the Coastal and mountainous areas." She would not go where a loved one had fallen. That was not going to be possible for her.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 2, 2010 7:44:10 GMT 8
Hugo sighed. She seemed impossible to please from his perspective. "That is a shame, Spice," he said, looking down slightly, discouraged. "The forests are quite peaceful and nice where I come from. The territory at which I live is Thunder Meadow with the king as Phoenix," he said softly, knowing the king would let no harm come to her or anyone else that lived there. His queen, Zena and he had been living there for several days. Not much had happened.
Spice would go home with another, he knew. It was only a matter of time until he would come. The roan knew that it nearly was a lost cause...trying to get her to come with him. It was evident that she could never love a non hellion like himself, but making friends wasn't always a bad plan. A small bit of light in his mind hoped that she would, but he had no control over that decision. Hugo wouldn't try to make her stay. He wouldn't force her to go with him, like many of her type would. She'd be lucky if a hellion like Blade didn't come here and claim her.
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