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Post by Lutan☼ on Oct 26, 2008 12:36:02 GMT -5
Dark, masculine legs carry an ebon pelt. This, was Natas. The owner of Ebon Forest, Black Canyon, and the dreaded Vitra. Here he was once again to claim a lucky little servant to his masterind. Catching the sight of an ivory skin, Natas bellowed and raced towards her for first dibbs.Speak up b.tch. you are comming with me, now, tell me your pretty little name, age would be nice too. his words, right away, could tell that Natas was ot a nice fellow, to slaves that is. He saw them as a pestering flea, clinging to your pelt. Nothing more than a humble servant doing the biddings for its master.Cme come now, speak up. Natas' voice was naturally deep and gritty, so in turn, he brought fear into the eyes of many. He had no reason to be kind. Snow stuck to his black pelt, sinking deep inside, and stinging his skin with a sort of fire only snow could bring.
The sun was out today, it was rather nice for claiming a slave. Thankfully for she, this alabaster mare, he was in no mood to play games. his sort of games, were that of pain, and terror.
[/blockquote][/blockquote] Muse--Blah, you didn't give me alot to work with.
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Post by »Ιmαgε on Oct 26, 2008 13:40:16 GMT -5
No Pun IntendedNot so fast. I think I've caught a draft. . .
Stepping gracefully into the cramped arena of slaven horses, Intend immediately stuck out. His ebony colored pelt shone like a newly cleaned obsidian rock, and his hooves slipped elegantly around the clearing to a duet of two horses. One of which the sooty stallion had met before; a true bitter rival that Intend loved to hate. Natas. Natas was Intend's own darker-than-night coloring, but where Natas had no white imperfections, Intend had two. A bright star graced his broad forehead, and a sock of white adorned his front lefty. All in all, Eisha's little trouble was turning out to be quite the stalli.
No Pun Intended had finally reached his final growth spurt. His once puny legs could now make the sweeping strides of an Arabian stock horse, yet brawny muscle stood behind the little force, a pure draft standing there. Stomach had filled out equally well, and he held the posture of a strong stallion, worthy of being called a heir to King's terrian. He silently tiptoed over to the pair that had begun a conversation, his orbs focused solely on the reactions of the pinned mare Natas had found. The Avience prince watched her with delight, his stomach fluttering at her obvious cute side. Maybe this was the mare he'd been looking for all along.
A thought sparked in his cranium, one that was hard to forget. Lutano and Shadow Glass. Intend had adopted the little bugger Luta had given birth to as his own, and the male couldn't help feeling responsible for him in a way. This mare was not for him. Yet, No Pun Intended would not walk away from an attempt to gain another member into his fast-growing herd--he wouldn't be undone by Natas's recent expanse of land. His vocals ranged a bit higher than the other stud's but Intend just brushed off his younger side, instead trying to woo the given mare.
"Why, Natas! I never expected to see your facade here! I beg your pardon, but I must insist upon your extreme hospitality and voice my opinion on the future of this mare."
Quick witted and quite funny to the speaker, Intend chuckled before continuing on, his optics gleaming that hint of betrayal and victory. Natas had previously lost Black Rose to King's supposed kin, and Intend figured it hadn't sat well with him. Seeing the same brute try to snatch away another mare would probably set him off his rocker. But like a young child with a creative imagination, Intend always pestered his elders, giving no regard to anyone outside "family" or his own herd terms. With a cynical grin, the inked brujo sung.
"I propose a challenge for her, should you not give up out of free choice. It's time for a rematch don't you agree?"
A hint of rain had been subsiding all morning and finally it broke. Large sprinkles of wet water gave life to all below, soon coming in bucket fulls and drenching the whole field in a rush of currents. Intend's mane was soaked clean through and his bones trembled with the cold, but he stood, pride enveloping him and warmth spreading. He would fight for his honor to be called a herd stallion. It was time. of victory
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Post by Lutan☼ on Oct 29, 2008 17:05:31 GMT -5
"Why, Natas! I never expected to see your facade here! I beg your pardon, but I must insist upon your extreme hospitality and voice my opinion on the future of this mare." Well slap him silly and call him a fool, but was that Intend he was hearing from? Yes, indeed it was. I propose a challenge for her, should you not give up out of free choice. It's time for a rematch don't you agree?" I think you are a fool in challenging me for this mare. My mare. I saw her first Intend, though, I will not back down from a good challenge. I accept your match, though, this time, be prepared for a fight. A large grin plastered up on Natas' face as he rounded the mare, scanning her body for flaws. He saw none so far, though, she was in need of a good meal. So, are you ready dear friend? Hmm, well, friend wouldn't be exactly what they were called, more over aquaintences than friends, maybe even pals you could put it as.
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unfinished, I'll finish it laterrr
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