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Post by Thowra on Oct 24, 2011 1:01:24 GMT -5
T H O W R A Golden wings carried the powerful stallion through the skies. He was the Prince of the horses who roamed the lands, and though he was only young, he knew that there was not that much that slipped from his mind when it came to the other light horses.
Of course, there were the thoughts of the enemies he had, but then again, the only reason they were enemies in the first place was because Yarraman and The Brolga were the two most powerful horses alive. It was natural that the stallions born under Yarraman's name hated the stallions born under The Brolga's name. It was something that was returned by The Brolga's sons.
Yarraman being the king was the best thing for the other horses at the moment. Everyone knew that The Brolga did not care for the others who called this land home, he only cared for the dark horses. Whereas Yarraman was accepting of all, well, other than The Brolga that is. He did not care if they were dark horses, hell one of his mares was one. Sure she was not a queen, but he cared for her all the same.
Thowra sighed, lowering his cream and palomino head to look down and see who was about at the moment. To those who looked form the ground, they would see a horse of some beauty. Palomino socks up to his knees, a cream body, gold wings, silver mane and tail, a palomino blaze and palomino tipped ears.
The young horse snorted as he caught the scent of men moving through the mountains. What were they doing here? And why would they be here so late in the summer? Surely they'd be taking their cattle back, so he would pay them no heed until the Spring came once more. It was then that he would have to be careful.
Down the golden wings carried him, down to the river at the social glades. Now he would continue on foot, to see just who was here, waiting for someone else to find them once more. There would those who looked for a home, always there was someone here who wanted a stallion to find them. He knew that this was a place where patience was needed most of all. Sometime soon he would find the mare who called to him in his mind, and she would one day be queen of all the horses. OOC: 400 words... o.O |
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Post by Saphira on Oct 24, 2011 1:33:37 GMT -5
 It was, she thought, the most beautiful lands she'd ever laid her eyes upon. Sure, she'd been to many, many lands with her father and his herd, but there was still something... Something special, something peaceful and beautiful about this land. The place where new herds start, and where lovers meet.
Her feathery, blue-grey wings beat strongly, bearing her aloft, as she drifted lazily on air-currents and eddies of wind. The orange-grey of her tresses whipped about her, and the glistening spiral horn perched in the middle of her forehead gleamed brightly in the noon sun.
Stretching out her neck, Boon Boon nickered contentedly, tossing her head as she gradually swooped lower and lower, eventually hitting the ground with a soft thump. Flaring her nostrils, the grey mare stood by silently, absorbing the peace and the different scents that lay all around her.
The soft, bubbling gurgle of the river called to her, appealing to her thirst, and Boon Boon soon surrendered. Lifting her head proudly, the alicorn mare trotted silently towards the river, ears pricked, always alert, always on guard, for such was the rules of the wild. The survival of the fittest and all of that.
Truth be told, Boon Boon wasn't really here to look for a mate. Of course, if the right one had happened to come along, she wouldn't say no. But for now, she was just content to explore these new lands.
Soft noises in front alerted her to a stranger, and Boon Boon grew more alert. Head held high, she stepped forward boldly, eyes flashing with both curiosity and warning to the stranger at the river.
She stepped out of the trees, amber eyes alighting onto the most handsome stallion she had ever seen. Cream from head to tail, except for palomino socks and a surprisingly silver mane and tail. Her breath caught, and the young mare could not stay silent in her surprise and awe.
"You're Thowra!" she exclaimed, eyes widening with delight. "The Silver stallion, aren't you?"
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Post by Thowra on Oct 24, 2011 2:13:48 GMT -5
Someone else came out of the river bed and he was surprised to see that it was one of The Brolgas daughters. One who he had been admiring for some time, from the safety of the trees in her father's lands. Not only that, but she was The Brolga's favourite daughter, and here she was, talking to him. They were from rival families, but surely they could work around that in some way?
“Indeed I am Thowra, son of the mighty Yarraman, lord of all the lands.” He chuckled lightly as he spoke. There were some things that would be interesting in this conversation. "As I know you to be one of The Brolga's daughters. I've seen you before when our sires fought during spring and winter."
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Post by Saphira on Oct 29, 2011 6:06:39 GMT -5
Boon Boon snorted, tossing her head as she rolled her eyes, horn flashing with a multitude of colours in the sunlight.
"Arrogant, aren't you?" she asked lightly, conversationally as as pranced closer towards the stallion. Her movements were fluid, graceful, yet they could still portray a sense of wariness towards the larger stallion.
"I am," she replied, holding her head proudly. She might not approve of her sire's quick-tempered ways, but he was still her father, and she was loathe to forget it.
"What are you doing here?" Boon Boon queried. "I would have thought the mighty Silver Stallion would have mares and star-struck young fillies lining up in hoards at the border of your land," she smirked, flicking her tail.
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Post by Thowra on Oct 29, 2011 6:20:14 GMT -5
"Perhaps I'm not interested those who try to get my attention like that, when I already had my attention on someone else." He smiled at her. There was nothing that he was not aware of. He knew he was playing with fire, but that did not matter too much for him.
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Post by Saphira on Oct 29, 2011 6:38:15 GMT -5
"Oh?" Boon Boon asked, tilting her head, an interested gleam alighting in her amber eyes. "Finally grown up enough to settle down, are you? Who's the lucky lady, then?"
She flared her blue-grey wings, stretching them and reveling in their strength and suppleness, before tucking them neatly against her body once more.
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Post by Thowra on Oct 29, 2011 6:41:28 GMT -5
He smiled, wondering if she would figure out who he meant. "Lets see, you'd know her, well, I'd wager. Silvery blue wings, a well known father... a nobly born fae." He smirked. Could she figure out that it was her that he referred to? "Eye catching too, and rather lovely in temper I might add."
Hell all that from just a few moments of talking to her? He shook his head in wonder.
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Post by Saphira on Oct 29, 2011 7:01:48 GMT -5
If Boon Boon had eyebrows, hers would certainly have shot up in surprise and shock. Luckily enough, she didn't, and manage to retain a semblance of calm and detached amusement.
Was he talking about who she thought he was? Well, she wasn't about to make herself out to be a fool, if he were only teasing.
Lifting her head higher, she tossed her silky mane, pawing lightly at the ground. "Nobly born fae... Well, that leaves the children of either your sire or mine, would it not? And I highly doubt that it would be yours... Silvery blue wings. Well, I do believe I know of one sister that matches your description. Sylvenia, if I'm not mistaken?" she smirked, staring the Silver Stallion straight in the eyes.
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Post by Thowra on Oct 29, 2011 7:05:28 GMT -5
He laughed. "No, not her..." He was amused. She knew who he meant, he was sure of that now. She had chosen to tease him? When he had not been teasing her at all. The opposite actually.
"I've never shown interest in your sister, Boon Boon." He smiled. Only one fae had his attention, and she stood before him. "O d not believe I've met that sister of yours. At least if I had, i never seemed to see her."
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Post by Saphira on Oct 29, 2011 21:20:15 GMT -5
Boon Boon laughed gleefully, smirking lightly as she stepped gracefully forward. "Indeed?" she asked archly, tossing her corn silk-smooth mane. "No? But perhaps, then, you have gotten the wrong description, for I cannot think of any others who fit that description."
Flicking her tail, she young mare grinned at Thowra, feeling a warm glow. His move.
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Post by Thowra on Oct 29, 2011 23:46:26 GMT -5
He laughed at the words which she had said and smiled once more. "it would be you, fair lady," he replied, knowing that there was no other who he would want in his herd at the moment. Or at least, not for a first mare, and potential queen. There was no one else he would ever want to fill that hole.
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