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Post by clokwerk on Aug 1, 2007 18:23:27 GMT -5
Delicately, the mare placed her peach-hued hooves upon the land. Her silvery eyes were wide, black-skinned nostrils flaring with the moist air of the Floodplain. The tread of her feet crushed springy grass that, no surprise, sprang back up when she passed. Masque was apprehensive, as usual, even on her own lands. She had not yet seen any of the other horses that inhabited her world. She felt alone and scared, her heart fluttering. But she controlled her panic, telling herself that at least she'd seen no stallions... or other tribes. Yes, she would be alright as long as she kept her head... and no one else appeared.
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Post by R.R.D.D.P.I on Aug 2, 2007 20:23:44 GMT -5
The delicate chestnut paint strode through the tall wet grass toward the scent of another equine. She spots the mare standing alone and throws back her head while releasing a greeting to her. The humid breeze blows through the lead mare's mane, tossing it like the green grass she troted through.
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Post by clokwerk on Aug 7, 2007 15:55:15 GMT -5
Whirling, the mare did an abrupt about-face, grey eyes seeking the face of her newfound company. Recognizing the face of her unspoken rival, she dipped her head in deference to the other's station. Still, as she bowed, her heart withered in jelously and she felt the familiar pangs of fear, desire and animosity. Masque did her best to squelch the emotions, in case they showed on her face or in her posture. Such a coveting of the other mare's position seemed shameful and it would distress the paint greatly if she was discovered.
Hello, my lead, she murmured softly as she lifted her head, gaze still respectfully averted.
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Post by R.R.D.D.P.I on Aug 8, 2007 13:20:14 GMT -5
Rayna slows to a halt before the black and white marked mare. "Greetings." Her voice released as she gave a nod to the fellow water tribe member. Her mahogany eyes sweep over the mare before her, noting her odd markings. The colors weren't unusual, just the way the spots laid over her body. Rayna realizes she was stareing and she shook her head, releasing her eyes of the somewhat trance.
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Post by clokwerk on Aug 8, 2007 15:57:29 GMT -5
Masque almost flinched when she felt the other's eyes sweep over her body. It was the cursed way that the white and black lay over her body that drew such attention to the shy, cautious mare. Oh, how she wished that her markings were a little more normal, then she could be more unobtrusive... But if they weren't distinct, then she would just fade away, wouldn't she? After all, she was quiet and fairly withdrawn and the kind of mare that had spent a good deal of her life hiding. If she wasn't noticeably colored, she would be no more than something in the background. And that was everything she was working against, in her own silent ways. She wanted to be lead, didn't she? No matter how much the desire frightened her, she wanted it, didn't she? Yes. The mare did want it and she would have it.
Straightening her posture, Masque looked up wards, into the eyes of her lead mare. Again, greetings to you, madame. It is good to see the Water Tribe's lady is hale and healthy. How go things within the lands? she replied in her soft, feathery voice, with a slight nod of the head. I am afraid I have not ventured far from the central region, milady, the mare continued, somewhat bashfully. [/center]
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Post by R.R.D.D.P.I on Aug 9, 2007 20:53:56 GMT -5
Sensing the mare's uncomfortableness she gave her a warm smile. She nodded her head once again. "It is going quite well. It's been calm around lately, but that might not be good news." Her gaze turns to look over her terrain. "I have a feeling it won't last too long." Then looking back to Masque. "Always the calm before the storm." Rayna stated, her knowledge was well past others her age. The things she learned from her parents aided her in leading the herd.
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Post by clokwerk on Aug 14, 2007 20:43:12 GMT -5
The mare nodded, shifting her weight from hoof to hoof. She too knew well of the adage, calm before the storm. I agree, she replied, feeling that it was rather useless. Quickly, she added, I have heard of the Fire tribe amassing strength... and of the Wind making plans to move against us. They fear that our numbers swell too large and mean to cut us down. Masque was unable to keep the fear from her voice. She was panicky and flightly in battle, given to unusual bursts of speed for a creature of the Water. As level-headed as she could force herself to be, there were some situations... and battle was one of them.
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Post by Rosi on Aug 14, 2007 21:01:56 GMT -5
Sundown saw the two mares, Rayna, his mate, and a Main herd mare whose name he could not recall at the moment. She looked a little flighty, especially around Rayna, though both of them spoke truth. Storms and Wind. The truth bothered him sometimes. He began to walk, slowly, gracefully, floating across the ground near the river. His golden and white patched coat shimmered in the sunlight, well-built muscles rippling underneath it. Sidling up beside Rayna, Sundown nodded his head to acknowledge both mares. Masque, that's her name, he thought as he eyed her markings quickly. Greetings,friends, he said.
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Post by clokwerk on Aug 14, 2007 21:24:06 GMT -5
Poor Masque's grey eyes widened when she saw the approaching stallion. Ducking her head, she began to back away. Even though he was her lead and no one to be afraid of, the deep-set fear of males was rising up inside her. Oh, gods and he'd looked at her markings too...
I am very sorry, sir, she managed to say before spinning on her hooves and fleeing, vanishing into the thick grasses and sparse trees. The mare's heart palpitated in her chest as she ran, legs eating up the rich ground, hooves cutting crescents into the soil. At last she came to a halt, in a rare copse of trees. Lather coated her monochrome frame and her silver gaze still held fear and distess.
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Post by Rosi on Aug 14, 2007 21:34:25 GMT -5
Masque... wait! he said, in vain, as she fled. That's no good, herd members fleeing at the sight of me. Sundown snorted and bent his head to nibble the lush grass at his feet. What think you, Rayna?
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Post by clokwerk on Aug 14, 2007 21:47:40 GMT -5
As her heart rate slowwed, Masque felt the usual shame set in. It was always like this. Something she couldn't quite handle would happen, and she would panic and flee. d**n it all! she swore softly. Why couldn't she keep her cool head? She had one, she knew it. It was why she had any hope of her becoming lead mare. She could keep a cool head... most of the time. Except around stallions and in battle and those were two of the most crucial points!
Oh gods, she really had no hope at all...
No. No. She would not give up. The brutality that she hid deep in her heart was rising up, demanding that she go back. Masque had come far already and she would just have buck up and come farther. Squaring her small, painted frame, she did an about-face, put some steel in her eyes and marched back to the others.
She broke out of the thick grasses before her lead stallion and for just one moment, felt a quiver of fear. Then, she postrated herself before him, nearly laying her nose on the ground and said, Forgive me sir. I took a leave of my senses and I beg your pardon. Fleeing like that was rude and unbecoming. I am sorry.
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Post by Rosi on Aug 14, 2007 22:02:24 GMT -5
Sundown was shocked. Not many mares submitted to him like that... he found it rather frightening. Masque... he said, Masque, get up. That becomes you even less. He smiled at her, bowing his head. You need not show that kind of humility around me. The mare definitely had potential, if she could learn to control herself.
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Post by R.R.D.D.P.I on Aug 15, 2007 12:47:52 GMT -5
Rayna's eyes sparkled at the site of her lead joining them. She watched quietly as Masque showed fear of Sundown, wondering why the mare was afraid. Rayna took a step back, watching the two.
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Post by Rosi on Aug 15, 2007 18:09:17 GMT -5
Hearing your previous conversation, and many others from the roamers, I have reason to believe that the Fire tribe may soon be mounting an attack on us. You had both better take care of yourselves if such a thing should happen. He looked from one to the other, both beautiful in their own ways, two very different mares. Sundown smiled. He had to be one of the luckiest stallions in the herd.
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Post by R.R.D.D.P.I on Aug 15, 2007 18:41:08 GMT -5
Rayna gave a shake of her two-toned mane, the white and brown tressels flying through the air then resting back on the sides of her neck. She looked to Sundown with her deep brown eyes. "Well if that happens then you should very well take care of yourself." She looks to Masque with kind smile. "I'll keep an eye on Masque." She said, trying hard to gain the flighty mares trust.
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