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Post by mynx on Feb 11, 2008 3:03:02 GMT -5
Zarix
Determination flared in his optics, flashing in time with each rapid beat of his heart.Pistons plowed mercilously into the ground, flinging up whatever loose debre caught him in his swift movments.Grey coat was fixed with a stormy pattern, and with every powerful stride the young horse created, his silky coat would shift and ripple over quite visible muscles that coursed throughout the young males body.He was a lean stallion with a thick boa that curved inwardly and broad shoulders.Legs were long and lifted high with each step, the ignorant ego of a colt as well as a strange excitment was the cause of this.This young Master would soon make his first challange here, and if all went well, this would be his first homeland.Inky tresess waved valiently behind the handsome stud, keen optics staring straight into the distance.Nares flared rapidly as the scent of the ruling stag came to him, and a fluster of violence he had never known before settled on him.He was now driven not only by need to fight this stallion and claim his land, but by insinct.It was an impulse, something that spread to every inch of his body as if it had been carried by his own blood. He suddenly halted, optics rolling into his skull as he flung his daggers upwards, powerful shoulders flinging his forlegs into the air to swipe dangerously at an invisiable foe.Pearls bared for a moment in anxiousness, harks pinning flat against his skull as his lips curled back to unleash a hell raising scream to whatever stag owned this peice of land.
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Post by zoe on Feb 11, 2008 18:03:08 GMT -5
Freyja started, hearing a scream ring forth across her meadow. She smelled the strong odor of a stallion within her lands, and for the first time, she felt fear while in her home. Anger filled her deep chest; no Master stallion would come here, would hurt her and her herd. She charged gallantly forward, eager to seek out and destroy this foe.
Her strong hooves pounded the ground thunderously. Freyja stood a massive 18 hands high, and her muscles were strong and defined across her body. She was certainly a sight to behold, her deep sorrel coat shuddering with surpressed anger.
She planned to run this stallion straight to Blitzkreig, and defeat him there. Her ground should not be spoiled with the blood of one so foul.
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Post by mynx on Feb 12, 2008 0:34:09 GMT -5
Lips curled back and a provacotive call broke out over the lands as he watched hte eighteen hand high mare race towards him.Nares flared as the adreniline pulsed through him, not at all bothered by her massive size.He himself was a mere hand below her and he hadn't even reached his fourth year.This ess, though stained with thunderous muscles, was also bulkier then him, for his mixed breeding had left him with a more lean body, and he was suprisingly quick on his feet.Right foreleg lifted threateningly and the dappled hellions crown lowerd and his dagger was thrust down into the dirt multiple times, the ground tearing beneath him.A mare, daring to defy him? No, he wouldn't kill her, but he would show her the true destruction one could cause, to her body, her mind, even the land around him.Nothing would test him and not pay the price.Whipcords lashed violently at his rump and harks were flattened against his slender skull.Thick boa arche menacingly as he watched her charge, observing optics watching her form.He calculated at once all the things that mattered.Her rythem, speed, posture.He searched her for flaws, half healed wounds or limps, hesitance and structure.This was his process, his way of living and surviving.Nothing escaped him, it simply couldn't.He knew that missing even the smallest thing could cause the greatest loss, for he had experienced many, sorking to learn from each mistake, analyzing and comparing.His thought process simply overworked itself, picking up on unnesisary things.He had simply learned to tune in on them instead of focusing on simply one thing.Most horses, when fighting, were driven by an emotion or instinct, they simply knew what they wanted, victory, and that in order to get it the other must fall.They fought with that in mind, simply that they had to destroy thier opponent.They didn't pay attention to anything else, things that just might promise them a win.Every beast had it's weakness, even the most powerful and feared, it was simply picking up on what that was that was the tricky part.
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Post by zoe on Feb 12, 2008 23:10:40 GMT -5
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