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Post by cheezwizzard on Feb 28, 2012 20:16:47 GMT -5
The color of pink. Disgusting. Hatable. Gag Reflex Triggering. Horrendous, despicable, terrible. That was the color of pink. There was simply no use to it. Never had Fever seen a pink horse. It didn't offer camouflage so why on earth was it around? Sadly, Fever pearly ivories and ink coated daggers couldn't destroy it. She would simply have to live with it.
With a disgusted snort, she trotted through the grove. The contents of her last meal wanted to make another appearance, yet it wasn't possible. Her body couldn't allow it. In a way it was certainly a benefit but in situations like these, it wasn't helpful either. And these happy, soul sucking equines? They were just making it worse. Her innocent, girlish appearance made many eager stallions approach her, each wanting to know how her spring was going with a suggestive smile. Each left rechecked and usually bearing an injury. Most were nips but then there were long and deep scratches on the unlucky few. Haha.
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Post by Freedom on Feb 29, 2012 15:15:04 GMT -5
It was just the way he loved to think, poetic and twisted, or rather, Shattered
[/center] Invite me in, I'm harmless. Run away or fight? I'll simply settle down in your heart, and feast on your soul. His noble head hung low, his fire-y eyes glued to the meadow's grasses. The stallion's tail swished ever so lightly in dismissal and his ears snapped back stubbornly. His trod, though his weight was heavy due to his size, was flowing and long. He had always walked that way, no matter how out of it he was, what can he say? He was beautiful. That's simply how he is. The stallion's black coat shone in the sunlight and his white extensive lacing contrasted fantastically with it. The sounds of a small gathering of trees alerted his attention, his head raised in suspicion expecting to see a small forest. However, what met his eyes made him laugh in a deep rumble. It grew into a hysterical bark his gait threw into a long-legged trot bringing closer to the trees. They were pink. What. The. Hell. Pink trees. Was this some kind of sick joke? A prank some of the genius foals out there pulled? Maybe it was just a dream. If it was a prank, he wanted to know the idiot. Tell him how much it made him laugh. His frenzied laugh died down and his trot slowed as he looked at the expressions of the horses around. They were obviously in love. Oh, he was flat out laughing at some 'super special' moments. Yet, who would stop him? They were all mere mortals to him. He was the big tall flashy stud. He continued his deep chuckle and walked eagerly, just then he noticed another alone. Maybe he could get her to love him with his looks then mess with her. Then again, she seemed rather, disgusted. Off she went, trotting through glaring. He pulled his ear up lazily and took on the trot. "Is this some kind of sick joke? These trees?" he said as he caught up, taking long practically effortless strides along side her. "I mean, there seriously pink." He strode along side her as if she was the one whom was intruding. He was starting to decide he liked her attitude towards this place more than the others. Shatter || stallion || thoroughbred x friesian || 4 yrs || Black with white lacing on back || 17'3 || Amber eyes ||[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by cheezwizzard on Mar 3, 2012 14:35:27 GMT -5
Lost in her memories, Fever hardly noticed the great, big flashy stud pull up beside her. His ebony coat contrasted nicely with the white markings trailing down his back. Lacing. Fever recalled hearing about it but had never seen it with her own to acid colored eyes. She pinned her auds but continued her brisk trot, trying to block out his words. Only when his stride matched hers, did Fever stop. More like brake. "Sick? Yes. Joke? I hope not. I believe, it's sadly reality. Natures joke, perhaps? And I didn't believe I was looking for a companion. Then again stallions all over this land have been misjudging my actions as if I were looking for a mate or a foal. If you are one of those get lost, I don't want to send another stallion away crying." Fever said cooly with an icy glare and a wicked smirk. With a genuine smile she continued with her trot, knowing this wasn't the last of him. Notes:: Sorry it is short. And their relationship is surely going to be an interesting one.  |
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Post by Freedom on Mar 7, 2012 18:11:27 GMT -5
It was just the way he loved to think, poetic and twisted, or rather, Shattered
[/center] Invite me in, I'm harmless. Run away or fight? I'll simply settle down in your heart, and feast on your soul. The mare's initial reaction was to pin her ears at him. Meh, that wasn't all that uncommon in this rather unfriendly world. She seemed to ignore him, where exactly was she heading? Ah well, if he asked she surely wouldn't respond. The thought of saying ridiculous things to her did pass through his memory, but the black stallion was whipped back into reality surprisingly fast when the mare halted for no obvious reason. He peered around looking for the thing that had made her stop, when he realized she was in fact speaking back to him. Her words where, in his book, straight, to the point, and feisty. He smiled at her, liking what he heard and earnest to start his cool laid-back speech. However, he didn't get to tell her his thoughts before she once again took off at a trot. What was up with this mare? "I can't help but wonder where on earth your headed at a trot." His voice was slightly annoyed. Before she could respond the stud continued his speech much smoother, "I'm not looking to make a foal with you. And quite honestly I thought you would be some broken-hearted filly looking for love. Not that I was looking for someone, in fact I was looking to crush some hearts here today." He peered over at her then continued, chuckling "Though I can hardly imagine your heart being crushed. Mentally that is. Physically is a whole nother' story." He smiled slyly. Hopefully she would get his twisted humor. It really did take some gut for the mare to speak to the massive black and laced stud. That was just another attribute that made him want to keep up a conversation. It got old, everyone being afraid to talk, afraid they were going to get in a fight with him. Of course he would win. I mean, how could such a handsome brute like himself not? "Speech"Shatter || stallion || thoroughbred x friesian || 4 yrs || Black with white lacing on back || 17'3 || Amber eyes ||[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] ~Shatter |
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Post by cheezwizzard on Mar 7, 2012 20:21:02 GMT -5
She. Would. Win. That was Fever's main thought as the large stallion continued his trot beside her. She had too. It was nearly impossible for her to lose. Any every fight or competition Fever had taken place in, she had won. The dark chestnut was invincible and as far as Fever was concerned she was immortal as well. This silly beast was just another plaything. Like the herds she had slaughtered as a foal. Well not her, but she set the plan in action. Not to mention actually create the plan. Oh that was a joyous day.
Fever held her crown higher and smirked at his annoyed voice. Fever: 1 Stranger: 0. She smiled cockily and peered in his amber orbs with her own acid green ones. "Does it matter where I am going? And it seems as if we were both wrong. I'm not the time of mare who gets crushed." Fever replied with another cocky smile. That's how she was. Cocky and sadistic. If he couldn't deal with it, he could leave.
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Post by Freedom on Mar 16, 2012 21:24:05 GMT -5
Did you want to continue this thread? I know you said something about starting another thread while she's pregnant.
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Post by cheezwizzard on Mar 16, 2012 22:45:01 GMT -5
Scarlett Grove was only for Feburary and I assumed we were moving on. I don't mind continuing with this thread.
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Post by Freedom on Mar 17, 2012 21:12:06 GMT -5
We can move on because it's no longer Spring, and Scarlet Grove is gone ^^
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