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Post by flick4eva on Apr 10, 2008 18:13:05 GMT -5
The backyard racer happily raced around the spring-green terra. The sea of emerald grasses swayed like the ocean, green as ever. The stallion loved spring, his form showing it. Large, toned muscled lay under his sparkling grey pelt, white dots splattering it. He tossed his flaxen mare, bucking excitedly. But, readers, there was something missing from his life. Love. He longed for love, to have someone to love, someone to love him back. Cassanova had tried looking for mares, but none were quite right. Perhaps today fate would deal him a hand in love? |
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Post by chaotezy on Apr 11, 2008 2:15:15 GMT -5
{is this one for chey? if not forget this post =D} 
Her nostrils flared slightly as the regular intake of oxygen brought her another scent; stallion. Snorting, she backed up a few paces. She didn't want to get in the way of a stallion, as much as she wanted a mate. A few seconds of indecision brought her to the conclusion she was probably swifter than a bulky stag and could outrun any. Flicking her silky grey threads out of her strange eyes, she took three or four steps before testing the air. The smell was distinctly stronger here, almost as if he was right infront of her, behind the curtain of foliage. She pushed her way through towards the river, ignoring anybody else's presence. Leaning down, she gulped a few mouthfuls of the clear water and looked around the area, finally meeting eyes with a stallion...
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Post by flick4eva on Apr 11, 2008 2:30:57 GMT -5
ooc: sure is!
He had grown bored with prancing after awhile. The dapple grey casually wandered through the usually flustered fiver terra, stopping occasionally to roll in the grass or eat it. Finally, the horse grew thirsy, and searched for water to cure it. Strongly built stilts carried him over a dead tree, fine thoroughbred linage showing through his features. Cassanova bent his head down, slurping hurriedly. He was soo thirsty! Soon, he grew full of the water and prrepared himself to retire under an apple tree. He lifted his fine cranium, beadletts of water dropping off it, to find himself staring into the most beautiful pair of eyes he had ever seen. The eyes belonged to the most beautiful mare he had ever seen. The poor stallion was speechless. Finally, he managed to slip a sentence out.
"Good Day, Pretty Mare..." |
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Post by chaotezy on Apr 11, 2008 10:14:24 GMT -5
One thought raced through her mind; run. She hesitated, ready to sprint off when he stallion spoke. He was gentle voiced, and she seemed in no danger. For now. 'Good Day, Pretty Mare'. She smiled at his compliment, looking down at her hooves before replying in a quiet voice. Her stance was submissive, a pose she had learnt over years of being under people in rank.
"Lo', handsome stallion. You come to these lands for a reason?"
She took a moment whilst waiting for him to reply to look him over. He was a silvery grey, with splashes of darker and lighter seemingly randomly over his pelt. He was taller than her small, delicate arabian frame, she was built for speed and elegance, not strength. He was built lean and fast, with muscular legs which showed his breed's long history for racing. She smiled shyly and flicked her long moonlight mane out of her orbs.
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Post by flick4eva on Apr 13, 2008 0:39:14 GMT -5
He couldn't keep his eyes off the mare, her fine features sucking in any chance of escape. The stallion stood there-love struck-eyes basking in her beauty. The spring sun beat down upon his pelt, hers as well. She looked to be of Arab descent, fragile bones and chiseled form showing perfectly. Cassanova watched intently as her expressions turned from frightful to submissive to inquisitive. He did not understand why she was being submissive, he was no higher than herself. The dapple grey strongly agreed that stallions should not rule their mares, yet treat them with dignity and respect. He smiled.
"There is no need to be afraid, dear mare, I will not hurt you. I seek a mare from these claiming fields, not to rule, but to love, respect and dignify. Yourself?"
His lyrics were almost velvety, touching her ears as he finished his quote. After much searching, much heartbreak, he might of finally found "the one". Cassanova spoke once more, charming smile stretching across his grey maw.
"Cassanova. May I be charmed by your blessing?" |
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Post by chaotezy on Apr 13, 2008 7:00:28 GMT -5
She felt his gaze upon her body, feeling self-concious. Her mind wondered why he was speaking to a horse like her. She wasn't even pretty. She was a lowly mare, he was a stallion- that automatically gave him power over her, right? That's what her mother had told her. His smile reassured her slightly, and she drew herself from her submissive slump to a slightly higher 14.1hh, her full height. 'There is no need to be afraid, dear mare, I will not hurt you. I seek a mare from these claiming fields, not to rule, but to love, respect and dignify. Yourself?' She smiled slightly as he spoke, wondering whether it was lies or truth he sprouted so easily. So many times had she been enchanted by lies, she had become hard towards any words that sounded alien to her closed mind. She believed what she believed, it'd been that for so long it seemed she'd forgotten you could change your opinion.
"I come here for a herd, and... a mate. Someone to protect me, give me shelter and earn my respect and love in return"
She was suprised with her daring, her voice seemed stronger than her usual meek tones. Her mind wandered back to her young dreams, becoming a lead mare not afraid of anything, who'd do whatever she could to protect her mate and herd. She'd dismissed them then, and was about to dismiss them again when the stag spoke once more. 'Cassanova. May I be charmed by your blessing?' His tone was so soft and charming, velvetly to her ears. She smiled back at him, allowing her heart to form her words rather than her mind, for once. She felt happy, and it showed in her voice as she searched his eyes for signs of betrayal.
"I, m'lord, am Cheyenne, tho' most shorten it to Chey. Do you have lands or a herd to return to? It is getting dark and I'm sure you will be needed"
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Post by flick4eva on Apr 13, 2008 18:13:19 GMT -5
 -A pic of Cassanova so I can remember what he looks like... He felt her gorgeous blue orbs searching his facade for something. Perhaps it was trust, or truth or safety? Chey... He silently mouthed the beautiful name to himself, making sure he never forgot it. He stood a great deal taller than her, but that didn't bother the thoroughbred one bit. He looked down upon her, eyes once more washing over her stunning features from her pretty blue orbs to her fine body frame to her flashing flaxen tail. He flexed his neck, looking at his hooves before looking up at Chey. "Please, just Cassanova. I do not have a herd-as yet." Cassanova paused, summoning up his little courage. "But I was wondering, beautiful Chey, if you would join me, join me as the lead mare. I can't rule out danger, but I swear, I will die for you...."The Dapple Grey finished his question, hoping that she would accept. The words he spoke were none but the truth, he hoped she could see that. He stretched out his muzzle, and very gently touched hers. Would she say yes? |
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Post by chaotezy on Apr 14, 2008 8:06:24 GMT -5
She looked up at the stallion through her lashes, feeling less scared and more at peace with her surroundings. She didn't jump when a twig cracked under her hoof, nor did she react except for to prick her ears when an owl hooted behind her. She swished her long flaxen tail, smiling as the stallion spoke. 'Please, just Cassanova. I do not have a herd-as yet' She was suprised about him having no herd. but it didn't show in her features. She just waited patiently whilst he paused, as if thinking over his own words.
His next words came as a suprise, again. 'But I was wondering, beautiful Chey, if you would join me, join me as the lead mare. I can't rule out danger, but I swear, I will die for you....' This stallion had a knack for suprising her, didn't he?. She paused just like he had a few minutes ago, faintly puzzled look in her eyes, but she also had a mix of another emotion... happiness? She blinked once, then broke out into a grin.
"In that case, of course I will Cassanova"
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Post by flick4eva on Apr 23, 2008 1:54:00 GMT -5
A broad smile covered his maw as he witnessed the mare flutter her exotic eyelashes, growing with her environment. But then, the question, had been blurted out. Would she object, think things were moving too fast? Or would she agree? Nervousness knotted at his stomach as he awaited her judgment. ...I will Cassanova... He could of run a lap of victory, he was so delighted. Cassanova stood closer to her, inhaling her sweet aroma. His heart beat for this mare, this mare of pure perfection. Fate had dealt him a hand in love, a good one at that.
ooc: edit! Added the next bit as I had tonnes om muse, but no time to use it when I originally replied.
Somewhere, a bird twittered a happy tune. A warm spring breeze ruffled his mane, making it dance in the blue sky. "Thankyou..so would you like to return there now, or..." He gently nuzzled her once more, running his maw up the base of her neck through her windswept threads. Yet, the brave dapple grey was thinking, thinking of whether she wanted a future, or a home first.... |
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