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Post by sundance on Apr 21, 2008 15:39:27 GMT -5
Ramiera galloped into the canyon, a whirlwind of molasses and cream coloring. Red dust trailed out behind her in clouds. She skidded to a stop on the rock, glancing fearfully at the walls. She'd never been here before, and felt a sense of nervousness. Ramiera flicked her cream-colored tail around her brown hips as she waited for Beslou.
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Post by Swede on Apr 22, 2008 21:01:03 GMT -5
Beslou followed his love at a steady pace, head held high, tail fluttering. He scented the air cautiously, but they were alone. No predators or rival stallions were around. He vaguely recognized this place, as though from a dream. A dream of the time when he had won Fuego from another stallion here, before she had vanished while he was battling Droom over land. But now, he had land. He had Ramiera. And perhaps she would prove more faithful than Fuego. Who knew where she was now... But that was in the past. This was the present. And they were here to secure the future.
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Post by sundance on Apr 23, 2008 6:37:31 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for the crappy post title, I was in a rush.  The liver chestnut turned and - in her head - sighed in relief. She didn't like being in such places alone - what had happened to her bold, crazy side? She had only stayed around to flirt and tick off the lead mare, and then she left. Her auds flicked around like a nervous rabbit's. Ramiera blinked her pale blue eyes and swished her cream-colored tail. "I'm ready when you are," she said quietly. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. |
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Post by Swede on Apr 25, 2008 16:54:11 GMT -5
Beslou sensed her nervousness. "This is your choice, Ramiera. It isn't too late to back out, you know. If you aren't sure..." He loved the idea of being a "true" stallion, but he also had a very gallant side to him. If she wasn't comfortably, neither was he. Even though she said that she was ready whenever he was, Beslou was a stallion and thus was always ready. But mares couldn't say the same thing. Her happiness was his greatest concern.
ooc: sorry, bad post. Absolutely zero muse, I'm too excited for the movie I'm going to tonight with all my friends.
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Post by sundance on Apr 27, 2008 19:17:32 GMT -5
((Ooops! Sorry I forgot to post earlier, had to go, blah blah blah.. BTW, Ramiera is pronounced a little like Ramierez, just Rah-meer-ah. How is Beslou pronounced? Like Bez-low, or bez-lu? I dunno lol. Just wonderin'.))
She shook her dark and light head, she wasn't backing out of this. Ramiera let out a quiet snort of detirmination. She was a big girl, and strong. Besides, she loved the idea of having a foal and the step was vital. Her auds flicked towards the concerned piebald. She thought up the sentance in her head, but not entirely, speaking slowly and carefully as she pieced words together. "Beslou, I have made my choice and I would like to carry it through. I would be honored to carry your foal." She bowed her cranium, tawny eyelids closing over her gray-blue orbs. Ramiera lifted her head again, and took a breath. She was not afraid; just cautious and a little intrigued as to what it would actually be like. She stood and waited, swishing her creamy tail. "Begin when you're ready," she prompted, lifting a brown foot and setting it down.
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Post by Swede on Apr 27, 2008 22:05:36 GMT -5
ooc: I have no clue XD I adopted him from beths, who was around back in November and RPed with me a lot before she quit. She had three charries, Serge, Beslou, and Bere, Serge and bere traded hands a lot and never got RPed b the adoptees, and there was poor old Beslou not getting RPed, so i took him before anyone else did. I RPed with beths more than anyone else, so I knew the whole group best, imagine how grumpy I was when someone adopted Bere and Serge, changed their histories and everything, and played them completely different. So yeah, I took Beslou and tried to play him right, I pronounce it "bez-lu" but I'm not sure that's right XD
bic: The stallion gave her one long, final look, but shrugged helplessly. If she was sure, so be it. Hopefully, she would not change her mind when it was too late. He had been here once, with Fuego, and that was his total experience, but being a stallion Beslou knew exactly what he was supposed to do. In a single swift motion, he mounted her back. He did his work, and after a couple of minutes slid off again. "I hope I didn't hurt you," he said warmly. Hopefully, she would be safe from rival stallions now, at least. Pregnant mares were typically least attractive in the eyes of bachelor studs, so they didn't need to fear loners.
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Post by sundance on Apr 28, 2008 7:17:05 GMT -5
OOC: Ok. Lol. So she foals in... when?
Ramiera turned her liver chestnut bodice around to face him. "No, I'm fine." It was the truth. It hadn't hurt at all. She wanted to go home now, to their little piece of the world. She sighed, suddenly tired. Ramiera swished her tail again, waiting for him to say something if anything before they left for the meadow. Her white face turned towards the piebald expectantly.
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Post by Swede on Apr 28, 2008 16:28:28 GMT -5
ooc: I just noticed my OOC up there was longer than the actual post XD anyway, she'll foal in september realtime, I'll be back by then.
Beslou smiled and nodded, relieved. "Well then, shall we go home?" he asked cheerily. He was in quite a good mood. Life was going extraordinarily well. He turned, poised to leave with her, when a soft, distant sound floated on the wind. He pricked his ears. Had he even heard it? But it was so familiar... Real or no, he wouldn't find out if he just went home and forgot about it. There was a small chance... "Ramiera," he said, staring at the horizon intently, "I'll meet you back home. There's something I want to check." He nodded to her, gave her a nuzzle, and set off.
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Post by sundance on Apr 29, 2008 6:51:38 GMT -5
OOC: Lol, I noticed too! Ok, but september is a long time for me! Grr I hate waiting. Oh, should I just post in the other thread at the meadow now?
Ramiera watched in surprise. She had no idea why Beslou was leaving. Was it another mare? Her brown head drooped sadly. She had been hoping Beslou would come back with her, protect her from the bad stallions she'd heard about before. Her daggers dragged through the earth and she mopingly walked back to the meadow, feeling lonely and sad. She tried to brighten up, telling herself Beslou would come back. But what if he didn't? Her negative side kept worrying. She forced herself to keeping moving in the painstakingly slow way she was.
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Post by Swede on Apr 29, 2008 13:32:22 GMT -5
ooc: Or we could just pick up in the old one, whichever. His thread is going superfast right now, so I think he'll be back befor eyou know it. Flyff wants to introduce Cermak back at the meadows. I'll lock this one up.
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