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Post by kallielestrange on Oct 27, 2011 0:38:23 GMT -5
Boredom. It's what drove this particular mare to everything she approached in life. From the regions she traveled, slinking almost fox like, to the situations she approached, always from the sideline or provoking. And as she picked her way, a very black nose straying down to the sand while she trudged, Artexa picked up on the scent of other horses. She figured she would eventually be approached. Ultimately, she didn't give a hoot. If they were concerned with her prescence she would just leave. If the horse was annoying, provoking. Arrogant... Her glistenening dark optics rolled, hardly even musing at that. She could handle them, mentally and physically. Her frame, though slender(ish) was full of tightly packed muscle, and lean long legs that could spring a punch. Her cranium, all black in contrast to a white spotted rump was narrow, but lengthy. And so went the rest of her tall, mutt, formation.
oo; tis short, but I'm a sleepy. And d'you notice I love the black on white XD.
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Post by xetskeytl on Oct 27, 2011 0:53:50 GMT -5
Broken Ballad [/size] Look what the cat dragged in.[/right]
Heavy hooves sunk gently into the sand as the great body moved forward. Being a clydesdale was hard sometimes, especially when walking on sand. The stud didn't mind though, it kept him in shape. He needed to be in shape, this was his land and he had to defend it. A quick glance showed no other horse nearby his his bay and white nose told him otherwise. Another was near, but where? His brown orbs scanned the area, quickly finding the intruder. "It smells like a female. And of evil." He smirked, knowing he would surely have some fun with this one. He hadn't spoken to a mare in some time, or at least a mare that could hold a decent conversation with him. He waltzed on over, his bay coat gleaming under the sun. He was cocky, and full of testosterone. Aren't most males?
Broken Ballad stopped a few feet from the intruder and whistled at her, trying to get her attention. She was an odd colour, black with white, but she was still interesting to look at anyway. It was never a fan of normal. Out of the normal was what he wanted and what he would get. He walked around her in a circle, flicking his tail gently against her side before stopping near her. "What are you doing here fae?" He didn't want to come off as rude but his voice was naturally stuck in that key. He sounded full of himself and strong and as he judged her body he knew that muscle was what lied beneath. She was one of few fears and even fewer cares. He smirked, what an interesting conversation she would offer him. Or so he hoped.
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Post by kallielestrange on Oct 27, 2011 13:27:32 GMT -5
The bay hessian approached her, slowing, and cutting circles around her frame. Her already tense muscles pulled even tighter, hoping she could shrink away from her. Obsidian optics raised up, drawing herself so that she almost matched his height. Though she regarded him with hostility, her harks were tipping towards him, catching his words. What are you doing here, fae. Artexa snorted, innerly grinning. She wondered if she could annoy him as much as he already annoyed her, and staring him down for a few seconds, she snorted at him. Rounded hooves pivoted, and she sleekly pulled past his body, looking over her shoulder at him and snorting again. Why waste words, when she had no intentions of explaining herself. Artexa never explained herself, and it was her ultimate peeve when an equine did so. Last she checked, she was a big girl, and her business was her own. Her ambling pace continued, treading with dare and her back turned on him.
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