I Spy, Potential [a.MURDER.of.crows]

[Freedom]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=FFFFFF] Roses and Thorns~ Wherefore doth thou heart now lies? Wrapped in the deathly grasp of the darkness's cloak sweet one, and in the darkness alone. Nerves tickled her throat as the graceful mare trotted her dark legs, thudding on the white sandy beaches. Her foal was all the mare could think. She was all too tied up in motherhood. She needed a break. He was fine. Napping near the center of the Isle, in the brush, concealed. Yet still she paced, again and again she told herself she needed this. She needed the distance. Slowly, the mare stopped, her hooves were restless and her rump waved with her back legs as they continued to move around in anticipation and worry. She looked like a strange eager, and worried puppy waiting for permission to eat. A large snort erupted from her lungs. It symbolized a deep sigh and exertion of tension. She could do this. She was making way too much of a deal over it. Her head slowly sank along with her ears. Down, she was suddenly feeling the grasp of weary collapsing over her frame. It seemed to cripple her very spine and bones. Her muscles felt like they were turning to mush. Yet, her dark eyes stayed wide and aware. No, Rose never let anything pass her attention. The sounds of the ocean's sweet waves lapsed her back into reality. She had been daydreaming in the sand. By now the taste of salt filled her mouth and coated her flawless hide. It was painful to her tender pink nose. Yet, all the while her mane just blew peacefully beside her neck. Her tail swept silently between her sturdy elegant legs. She looked rather serene. Very contrasted to what she was thinking. Her thoughts held no such thing as deep as peace. No, it simply held boredom. Blankness. The mare was simply dying of nothing to do. No entertainment. Oh if only there was some sort of hot shot to lay on. Roses and Thorns || Mare || Three || Spanish Mustang || Grulla || 15'2 || Eyes dark brown || --- Rosto || Colt || Andalusian X Lusitano X Spanish Mustang || Dunskin white brindle || 15.3hh (when older) || Eye color brown ||

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And I thought my jokes were bad.

Crow wasn't really a fan on the beating waves and the salt smells that seemed to linger all over him. The sand grains got caught in the fur around his talons and he growled with annoyed. The sun was hot and heavy, even for a time like Winter. It made his raven black pelt burn even hotter with the rays never ending. Crow had stopped for a moment to admire the look before him. All around deep blue colorings of nothingness went as far as the eye could see. He almost wondered what could lay beyond and what was yet to be discovered. It was his over thinking mind that often led to such thoughts, but the logical side of him quickly shoved it away. It didn't matter what lay behind because he only needed what was right in front of him. The many lands that Crow had come across and the equines who faced all kinds of challenges, which he loved. Most of them were rather different in such a place and different was what Crow was. Perhaps, he fit in a little better around here than the other places he had come to travel.

It was a sudden shift in the wind that Crow smelled the scent of a mare. The aroma floated around him as he had once again paused. It was like the smell lingered around him before blew away. A small smirk crossed his face as he began to stagger forward. The smell of a mare was always intoxicating to him and this was smelled even more sweet than most dragga's. For a moment, Crow wondered if the heat was just getting to him and making him overly worked up. Either way, he didn't care. Quickly, his steps turned into a quick trotting pace and the distance between where he was once stood was lengthening. Muscles rippled under his taught canvas and showed off in all kinds of ways, something Crow never did on purpose, but something his breed often had naturally. His thick, wavy dreads whipped back with both the speed and wind. They danced all around his body. An ebony black whip cord waved behind, more so. It too catching the wind and whipping it around like nothing.

It was as he bounded over a small sand dune that he caught sight of the mare with his dark brown, almost black, spheres. Crow made a point to stop and gaze over her as if he already won her. Then, carefully, he picked his way down before stopping about a yard from the mare. For a moment, silence strayed in the air as his intense gaze came upon. However, it was quickly broken as Crow began to speak. " Greetings, dearest. I am Crow." His voice sounded like that of a snake hiss with a deeper charm hanging on his words. Carefully watching her, he began to extend out his foreleg and bent a muscled neck down to one knee. A sweeping motion came as his massive mane shifted down and then he arose once more. Crow was something of a knight, A dark knight. Charming and yet, violent whenever possible. Clearly, Crow stood towering the mare. Nearly three hands taller, he had the advantage of sight, though he didn't try to push that down on her. Most barons would attempt to make an equine timid with size. He was not one to do so, though in battle he would use it to gain the upper hand.

Now, Crow sat emotionless as he stared. He wasn't really one to keep up the charming act. Instead, he allowed the breeze to pass over his massive, yet relatively slender form. Four pillars should've been thick like those of Fresian blood, but lacked it. They were slender, chiseled down for speed. It was something Crow had come to appreciate of being a mixed blood. The Fae before him looked rather slender and petite as some might call it, but the feisty look she had was the reason for the look in Crow's orbs. The strong ones, those were his favorite and shouldn't they be? Only the strong survived Mother Nature's test.

[Freedom]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=FFFFFF] Roses and Thorns~ Wherefore doth thou heart now lies? Wrapped in the deathly grasp of the darkness sweet one, and in the darkness alone. Wherefore doth thou ever sickening heart lay pon' thine thick crest of dooms? Forever in one. Together alone. There is one particular statement of discourse for that, and it my be called of the opposite.

An eruption of excitement immediately withheld her very actions, it controlled her. Of course, the excitement was indeed a carefully regulated thing, despite her somewhat uncalled feeling of need for eruption of her intended shock of interest. Whether of not her sudden emotion was indeed powerful enough to control her actions was not the point. The point was that now a ridiculously handsome stud was gallivanting toward her. Her luck was outstanding! It was slightly awkward as he stopped for a moment.

Soon enough he spoke to her, "Greetings, dearest. I am Crow."

He matched what breed he appeared to be. A friesian. To the max. A bow? Really? She might have thought it overly-formal. However, Rose was much too induced in her own self. And quite honestly, she was more than happy to be bowed at. In her odd mind that was how it should be, the world throwing their heads to her. Her mind didn't dissect his words, no she was much too eager. Quietly her tail swished with great force over her rump. As if to draw in his attention onto her further. The mare's expression held mischievous fantasy. Her grin was wide and her eyes held admiration and enthusiasm. It was quite a hysterical look, and there she was, holding power in not responding immediately. A girly giggle suddenly threw its way over her off-pink tongue.

Slowly, the mare took a few steps closer to him, holding her same gaze. He was so tall, and dark, look at that mane! Naturally, Rose would be all over a new stallion. Especially a stud that was so gallant. His friesian convex silhouette inspired her to watch him to further attention. She halted, throat latch next to his. Though he was a good bit taller than her own.

"Name's Roses and Thorns, but call be Rose," Her voice was a little over a whisper as she reached up to attempt at echoing her baritone through his dark ear.

She rested from stretching so far up for a moment, however it was just long enough to take a short breath. Then, again she reached up to finish her seductive dialogue. "or Thorn." This time, her voice held feisty tension. She wanted to wrap him round' her finger. Well, that was how she usually introduced herself to stallions... Once her speech was finished, the shorter mare pulled her head back to peer into his eye again. Her neck naturally bent sideways to enable for her head to face the branches in his jaw.

As if realizing how suspicious the steed was, Rose's ears whipped back as she snorted in his face, "I can't hope but wonder what your doing. I don't know you, Crow. Though I would love to get to..." At first her words were fierce and curt, however as she went through her lines, they grew softer and back to her normal seductive faze. She couldn't help but treat a stallion like hot shit. It was simply her. However, the last time she met a new stallion was Alaric. The brute that laid her with foal than attacked... This black stud had better hope it wouldn't end as badly for him as it did for Alaric.

Roses and Thorns || Mare || Three || Spanish Mustang || Grulla || 15'2 || Eyes dark brown ||

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[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=0d1406] The figurine seemed unable to decide weather she was going to play nice or be a bitch. Crow was instantly interested in her demeanor though his face and emotions showed no such thing. Instead, a glassy look began to peel over his orbs as he took on the expression of being bored. He even let his maw slightly hang open in a small yawn before closing it slowly. Crow listened to her speak for a moment and then rolled his massive shoulders as he chuckled. " Quite the fitting name,eh?" He teased before taking a few prancing steps backward and away from the mare. Then, he turned more so toward the ocean and allowed the calming breeze to flutter within his threads of silky black hair before turning to eye the mare curiously, smirking. It was natural for a stag to have confidence, but Crow's seemed to have a different kind of a vibe. It was like he was willing to work for what he had to get, but wasn't so easy to give in. Flickering his black tail too and fro, he waited for a moment. After a moment, it was then he began speaking again." I'll call you Thorn, its fits much, much better." Crow's lyrics were demanding and yet, held a rather handsome tone that most studs seemed to lack. At least in Crow's personal view they seemed too. " And yes, you are correct. You don't know me..." His dark voice trailed as a piercing look was turned her way and a small wink followed before he took a single stride toward her, daggers turning in the grains of sand with ease. " Would you, Thorn, because I'm sure I would love to get to know you as well." His charmed voice continued to rumble, working his magic. His swagger. Slowly, he took another step forward. All the while, no emotion was seen on the creases of his face. Crow blew out through his nares and then breathed in deeply, her smell surrounding him like a bubble of aroma. Suddenly, just like that, Crow recoiled his muscled neck and then stood back to look out at the warm ocean. It was like he was interested, but then not so interested. In his mind, Crow was just playing games and he loved it. Suddenly, like before, Crow turned to the femma again. " How did you come by that name? Rose and Thorns?" He wasn't really sure what his cranium was pondering it so much, but he was one to plainly ask questions and be quite frank. Crow figured that it was them getting to 'know' each other though he didn't really care. He had more lust on his mind than anything. He wanted this mare and it was giving everything he had to not just force her, as if he had no manners! No class! No, Crow was better than that. He didn't need to force mares to doing his bidding.

[Freedom]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=FFFFFF] Roses and Thorns~ Wherefore doth thou ever sickening heart lay pon' thine thick crest of dooms? Forever in one. Together alone. There is one particular statement of discourse for that, and it my be called, 'of the opposite.'~Roses and Thorns He was an strange chap. A weird stud. An odd apple. Yes the nicknames could go on and on. And Roses and Thorns was willing to call him each and every one in tern. However, in the moment she was delighted. He had decided to call her Thorn. A name which most stallions shy away from. Believing it to be some sort of bad omen. Who knows? Thorns aren't such a bad thing. Their more... Feisty! I mean really, who wants to be a Rose? That name can only be fitting for a princess. No no, a princess can hold as much sass as anything. More like a... A flimsy flower. I mean truly, who wants to die in a matter of days from your birth like a rose? However, his lack of emotion did agonize her slightly. A pout-y face splay over her fine lips. "Crow, my odd apple, why won't you share an expression? Why won't you share your bodice with me?" She sure was nosy. Always stating exactly what she felt. Or at least appearing to do so. An idea found its way easily through her twisting mind. Alaric. She could shove this massive black stud straight in his face. If only their relationship was more than a mew moments old! He didn't seem all too keen. When finally he spoke. "Would you, Thorn, because I'm sure I would love to get to know you as well." A chill rose through her slender sturdy spine. He was at least talking as if he wanted her. For now... She dropped the innocence act and drew into a delighted seductive face. "Oh but Crow! There's this stallion, Alaric. He's such a complete brute. You absolutely have to do something" She tilted her head and stare back at the rather attractive stallion. With her lashes fluttered and shoulders risen, she looked rather dressy and pretty. She was going for alluring. Not quite sexy, she wouldn't throw that on him quite yet. "How did you come by that name? Rose and Thorns?" A swift whipping from her head and a baring of her teeth paired with the slapping noise of her slender ear all totaled together was an obvious show of anger at his simple question. "My goddamn mother." She couldn't help but seer the piercing words through her clenched teeth. She wasn't totally sure why, maybe it was because her dam had left Thorn and her Sire alone. In fact, she left in the exact slot right before she was old enough to wean. Just old enough not to starve, yet young enough to almost die. Her mother had named her that, right before she left. Thorn remembered her lines to this day, 'Roses and Thorns. Roses because your so beautiful, Thorns, because I'll be leaving you to die... What a pity.' Her voice was falsely kind, it mocked her in her sleep. It mocked her in her name. It mocked her in her life. Roses and Thorns || Mare || Three || Spanish Mustang || Grulla || 15'2 || Eyes dark brown ||

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[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=0d1406] Crow was thinking a similar thing. The chica before him was nosy, almost annoying if Crow hadn't been caught up in the fact that he was seeing someone for the first time in weeks. While he'd hate to admit it, he needed conversation. Just a little bit. Weather it was good or bad, he didn't care. Crow just wanted to speak with someone every once in a while, but he didn't want any annoying fiend following him around though the mare before him didn't seem to be one to do any following. " I lack any emotions to share, darling. And bodice? I don't believe I would do the kind of sharing you wanted to do." Crow purred before snapping his head away from her and rumbling with a dark laughter before shaking out a shaggy mane and then winking an orb at her. " Your quite the character, as well, aren't you?" Now, he whipped his body around to face her completely. His head to her head in a daring way and he took a single step forward. A thought ran through his mind, if she touches me I'll kill her. It was a quick one and one that he would follow with. One femma had touched him, hit him, and Crow was never allow that to happen again. A femma learned through place when around Crow. Now, Crow's audits perked forward to her crying plea, speaking of this Alaric to whom Crow had never heard a word about. A sneer crossed his face as he listened to her speak. While he adored fighting, the femma had to stop acting like such a...drama queen. " Hmm, but dear what would I get out of..doing something about this brute?" He rose a knotted eye brow before taking another step forward him and lowering his head to look more into her orbs. " I only do things that I know I will get something out of. I see nothing of interest in this...Araric." Crow glared at her for a moment before allowing a small smile to cross his lips and then fade back into no expression on his soft maw. It was a snap Crow could've seen coming, but it caught him off guard just slightly. He took a slow step back for allowing a harsh crackling to the fill the air. " Eh, Don't we all have sires and dams that we don't wish upon ourselves?" It was a question not meant to be answered and so then he continued on quickly to what else he had to say. " You know, your something else."He prodded before continuing on. " And that whiny attitude is a bit of a mood killer." Crow remarked. It wasn't that he was trying to be mean. Oh, no. Crow wouldn't care about that anyway. He was simply stating a fact. He was trying to like the mare, full of fire, in front of him. However, Crow couldn't take the attitude. It was sending him into one of those pissed off moods that he would stay in for days.

[Freedom]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=FFFFFF] It was quite plain that this ridiculously tall stallion was reacting similarly to any other horse would. A bit, taken aback by her large personality. It was expected, only problem was she wanted him. He, didn't seem to show quite the same interest. It was a downer, usually studs were all too eager to, 'get lucky' with a mare. This one, he seemed to act somewhat higher and mightier than he actually was. Not stuck up, just, narcissistic. " I lack any emotions to share, darling. And bodice? I don't believe I would do the kind of sharing you wanted to do." a deep laugh bubbled from his chest and he shook his wavy mane. Then, he winked. She wanted to groan. He was so odd. " Your quite the character, as well, aren't you?" She couldn't help but laugh, not a kind or sarcastic or nervous laugh, a real one. Her real laugh. She stopped herself abruptly, she hadn't actually laughed as herself in, who know how long? What the hell? Why was she all of a sudden doing it now? Maybe he wouldn't notice... He just kept inching closer and closer, looking her deeper and deeper into her eyes, as if he could see through her mask. " Hmm, but dear what would I get out of..doing something about this brute?" She shook her head a sly smile spilled over as he continued to speak, inching ever closer. " I only do things that I know I will get something out of. I see nothing of interest in this...Araric." A wild and hysteric expression slid over her eyes. The kind of face you would imagine on a mentally insane gal. "He's a king." Her voice was even, almost devious, not full of her rich and faked drama. Yet it hid an evil hint. Need she say more? He was obviously new. Oh! If they could only work as a team! Pair up and rid of this Alaric once and for all! Sure, her arch enemy had a herd, but if she could have this hunk of muscle... She would be just as even. The never ending war between her and Ric would be on her side. Well, until someone won that is. Like her. Her attitude a mood killer? Hum, well, lets see what he thinks with that simple line. Short live the king! Roses and Thorns || Mare || Four || Spanish Mustang || Grulla || 15'2 || Eyes dark brown ||

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