Like Dynamite

[R.R.D.D.P.I]

//She was precious like a flower
She grew wild, wild but innocent
A perfect prayer in a desperate hour
She was everything beautiful and different//

The sounds of hooves pounding on the dirt echoed through the air as a equine moves across the red terra. Upon reaching her destination, the vix skids to a graceful halt, forelock falling over brown optics the penetrated all souls. Sweat trickles slightly through her fire-hued pelt. Red-blond mane lies across both sides of her boa, from running, it was tangled in a way that could be released with a simple shake of her finely shaped crania. After observing her home land that stretched around her, and a soft whinny emits her velveteen.

//You can't fence that in
It's like holdin' back the wind
She let her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream
She never even knew she had a choice//

Tiara that made her Spanish bloodlines shine was tossed back. The faes blood was muddled with Arabic bloodlines as well, but was not as clear to others. Growing bored the fae picks up a prancing pace. Femme arches her boa and kicks up her heels, trying to spark some sort of excitement. Muscles flex under her fire colored pelt. Again she slows to a stop, finally giving up. Dome lowers to the grass covered surface, ivories rip at the juicy blades. Pendulum tickles at her hocks, brushing at the top of the emeralds. The young fae's dubbing? Diamonte. Will you be able to penetrate her stone heart? Doubt it.

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The thunder of hoof beats over the arid, rusty soil sent tremors humming through the earth. A massive stallion, steel sheathed in velvet, was galloping across the plain. His mighty limbs ate up the barren soil as he ran, bugling for the sheer joy of it. Spotting the mare, he skidded to a halt, much as she had. His flinty hooves cut scars into the clay soil and a cloud of blood-hued dust flew up behind him. He gazed down at the mare with one burning coal eye and snorted, ebony silk nostrils flaring with the force of his exhalation. He circled the female with a powerful, high-stepping gait, flicking his smoldering tail to and fro. Muscles bunched and rippled under his coat of dying embers and he arched his neck and he pranced, showing off. His glossy obsidian hooves cut divots into the brittle earth with each forceful step. As he circled, the stud watched the mare, ears perked, gleaming eyes unveiling his interest in her. The stallion stopped before the russet-coated female, sidling up so that he was facing the mare square on. A light sheen of sweat added gloss to his dark coat, but he did not breathe deep with exertion. Far from it, in fact. The stud seemed in top condition, for all his impressive antics. He lowered his head and fixed her chocolate eyes with his own smoky optics, his breath tickling her face and ruffling the olive blades that grazed their chins. The name of this wild roamer, this passionate, heated stallion? Pyromancy, named for the art of fire, the fire that flows through his veins as surely as does blood.

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Her audits turn forward as the sound of hooves reach them. She spots a stallion approaching her, but continues with her grazing until he stood before her. A snort is released from her velvet nostrils as he placed his face before her own. She raised her cranium high on her arched neck, eyeing the brite that stood before her. Soulful pools look over him as if sizing him. Without saying a word she circled him once as her glance scaned over his muscled body. Stopping before him once again she gave a malicious smirk as her eyes sparkled with curiousity.

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(sorry a reply took so long - I had some unexpected computer probs.)

The stallion allowed the mare to circle him, basking in her attention. He flicked his tail as she passed, swatting an errant fly. When she came back 'round, he lifted his head, eyeing her once more. A smirk decorated his visage and his eyes sparkled with contained mirth. It seemed that she had something in mind, judging from the malicious look in her eyes...

A throaty chuckle erupted from his maw and he said to her, Greetings, lady. I... am dubbed Pyromancy. Might I be so bold as to inquire as to what your name is? He dipped his head to her, gentlemanly, whilst giving her a rougeish wink.

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Dia continues to watch him as he spoke to her. The noble mare gave a slight nod to him. "My dubbing is Diamonte." As she nodded her blond forelock falls over her intense pools. Dia tossed her head back, returning it to its normal position along the side of her face. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Pyromancy."

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Alatanna watched the two from a distance. Diamonte she knew, but Pyromancy did not rank in the herd. He was not bad looking. She dipped her head to eat, still watching them warily. She knew not to intrude in matters of her Lead Mare, her being no more than Beta. But the newcomer she could, and would, investigate. She trotted closer, whickering softly. Hello! She smiled quietly. I'm Beta Mare, Alatanna. She gave a quick bow to Diamonte.

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Pyromancy turned to regard the newcomer, also a chestnut mare. Mildly, he wondered if there were even any blacks or blood bays within the herd. Ah, well. In time, he supposed, though being patient was not his forte. Backing up a bit, so they were not crowded, he dipped his head to the Beta mare and the other one, whom he presumed was the Lead. Could she be any other when one as high-ranked as a beta deferred to her?

Alatanna, right? the stud inquired, glancing at the Beta. I am Pyromancy and it is a pleasure to meet you both, to be sure. he replied, smirking slightly and returning his attention to the pair of them.

Now then, I am but a roamer and I know little of the herd on-goings. Please, tell me... what is the news? Any... battles brewing? the stallion asked, eagerly. As much as would have liked to have dallied with the two of them, the tacked down, herd life held little appeal for him. He was a roamer for a reason, batchlorhood only part of it. But a fight might hold him there for a while, and if one was not immediately to be had, he could always create one... <3

[Rosi]

There are no battles I know of, Pyromancy. She rolled his name of her tongue, enjoying it. The Water tribe seems to be rapidly gaining numbers, however. They will soon outnumber us. She shivered slightly at the thought.

Even though Alatanna had seen many things and borne several foals, she had not yet seen the Water tribe this powerful. If the Fire Tribe should be defeated... her world would seem to end. Fire had always been more powerful than Water, but what would happen if the Flame should Die?

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Diamonte nodded to the Beta mare as she approached and introduced herself to the newcomer. "We need not worry about the water tribe. If they decide to cause a fight, we will simply have to overpower them. Just as we have before." Dia was confident of her own strength, and the herds as well. Though they ere small, they would grow just like the water tribe.

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Pyromancy snorted disdainfully. The water tribe... Hah! They can have as many as they please. We shall still crush them, as we always have! He threw his head and whinnied loudly, a battlecry of sorts and half-reared, lashing at the air with his flinty hooves. Coming back to terra firma, he shook his mane and flicked his tail, defiant, warlike and proud. The stud feared no waterling, and never would. What could those slugginsh, skittish beasts ever do a Fire triber?

[Rosi]

Alatanna lent her voice to the cry, a deep whinny, for a mare. Pyromancy and she seemed to share many opinions!
Indeed, stallion, we have! And we shall!

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Pyromancy turned his eye to the attractive and fierce Beta. Another sly, smirkish smile crossed his face. Indeed... he breathed. This mare was amazing. Firey, strong and proud, an incarnation of the Flame. It seemed, though the first mare was lead, that he had been pursuing the wrong female!

Drawing her away from the other, he stared her deep in the eyes, obsidian optics locking with hers. Yes, he said, to himself. Mare... Alatanna... Would you do me the honor of consenting to be my mate? he asked, his eyes never leaving hers.

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Diamonte smiled softly as the two walked off together. She lowers her tiara to graze on the sparse grass beneath her feet. Thoughts of the inevitable flew through her mind. She would need a lead stallion by her side if she were to lead the fire tribe into battle. Though the firey mare was confident she could handle it herself, having a lead stallion would help console her secret worries.

[Rosi]

Of course, Pyromancy. The words came to her, and she said them, no real coherance taking place. A few seconds later, she realized what had happened, and bowed her head quickly, smiling to herself, elated. Together, we will defeat Water! she cried, going to stand closer to him. He will be a valuable member of our herd, she thought.

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Pyromancy smiled down at his new mate, his first real mare, not the product of a wild romp and a time of debauchery. It was somehow sobering, somehow maturing. Together, they trotted back to the lead, he close to her side.

The pulsing tattoo of foreign hooves over earth disrupted the moment. Whirling angrily, Pyromancy turned to face the newcomers with pinned ears and bared teeth.

Sangria arrived first, and slowed to a trot as she sighted the gaggle of Fire horses. Dipping her head respectfully in the face of the lone stallion's rage, she said, I come as an embassy of the Wind tribe, along with the mare Wind Squall. Lifting her head, she eyed the Fire horses, before her gaze swung to the stallion and the mare beside him. Are you the leads? she inquired.

Pyromancy drew himself up, relaxing a bit and scoffed at the Wind mares. No, Alatanna and I do not lead. The mare Diamonte is our lead but I am the ranking stallion, if you must know. Now what do you want? He turned to White Squall and smirked, taking in her appearance. And what's with the smoke-coat? he said, sneering.

Sangria grit her teeth. This foolish stallion could ruin the diplomatic mission by turning it into a fight. She glanced at White Squall and said, Let me handle this. Returning her attention to the Fire, she replied, This mare is of the Wind, be there no doubt. She is but young and has yet to grey out fully. And we seek your aid in defeating the Water. Surely you have heard of how they grow in strength?