Friends? [Txep]

[Freedom]

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[atrb=background,http://i39.tinypic.com/35db2xd.png] Phelsley ~Oh My Phelsley! The ruins scattered before him were alarming, the wind, cutting, and the throaty growl of a tan fox beside him was definitely not helping. His withers and legs threatened to shake from fear as he stared onward. Frozen to the ground, ears twitching blinking slowly. Only the sharp nip on his hawk from Hatchet, his feisty companion, led him onward. The weary shake of his head was his next move. Why did he freeze up like that? He was normally so brave... Okay, maybe not. Well, lets say it like this: He usually didn't freeze up at nothing. Only tall horses, horses that stare, horses that bully, and well, the list can go on and on. Just don't tell him that. His hard hooves rattled against old sticks and made thumping noises across the leather. His mind was strewn across the land, thinking. What was this place? If the skin from the dead creatures about him were fresher, he might have run. However, now, the leather was just a strange cloth-like material. A puzzle for him to think. For the first time since he had been here, the stallion relaxed, not contentiously, but his shoulders weren't quite so tense. Along with the slightly softer expression that comes with thought. "So, why are we here exactly?" He gave a sudden start at the gruff little voice beside him. Without even looking down, Phelsley knew who the voice belonged to. Therefore he chose not to look down. The sight of those teeth and claws scared the beejeebers out of him. "Oh sorry Hatchet. Um I don't know..." He trailed off, and while doing so, his pace slowed. The previous pitter-patter of paws hitting rocks and things glided down to match the horse's even slower gait. "Well, if that's it then, I'm gonna hunt." Seeing Phelsley's grimace, Hatchet continued, laughing, "Because I know how much you love that." It was a sarcastic remark, but a friendly tone still etched into it non-the-less. A little smile eased over the stallion's face as his carnivorous friend bounded away. Not far off, but just enough for him to crouch down, staring straight and confident at his next meal. Phelsley had never watched the whole process of catching and eating. Might as well watch it at least once. Hatchet's whole frame moved like silk, waving around, tense and springy. His light overly-large ears swiveled as he caught the sound of a rustle under the remains of a tent. Watching, the black and white pony's eyes widened, he could barely breathe. The next move was so fast that before he knew it Hatchet was ripping into the dead carcass of a vole. The blood spattered a small stain onto the skin of the ancient canvas. Phelsley closed his eyes and shivered turning away. When he opened them again, he shook himself and trotted slightly farther off from his now bloody lustful friend. "Speech" Muse: Notes: Do I have something to say? Credits: Table by Kate; all images are copyright to their rightful owners Phelsley || Stallion || Paint x Welsh pony x thoroughbred x shetland cross || Age 2 || Piebald overo (base black) || 13'1 Hh ||Eyes blue || Hatchet || Male || Fennec Fox || Young-Middle Aged

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[atrb=background, img269.imageshack.us/img269/2430/middlecq.jpg] The day was starting out great for the sorrel champion, he'd woken to the beautiful memories and thoughts of a duel eye colored mare. She'd made a stronger impression on him than she'd probably ever known, and he hadn't seen her since fall. Had another stallion been able to charm her since he'd actually denied her to her face. An aggressive snort eroded from his grey velvets with a jerk of his skull at the thought of another brute touching her. It wasn't common he got attached that quick to a maiden but then again he would refuse to admit it to her, it please her twisted lil mind to much. After a few hours of steady walking in the morning it took a few moments for the copper stud to realize where he'd wondered off to. Only been to area once before when he'd first found the land of MUSTANG over a year ago now he'd first met a rather sour skull faced mare here. Not seen her since didn't bother him none no doubt she would have torn chunks from his flesh if he'd been in her presence any longer. Chuckling to himself flexing pillars extended forth to proceed entering the area, only remains of two-legged life was left here. It all was different but interesting all the same, then he let out small squeal of surprise and jumped to the side of something crushing to pieces under his hoof. Yes the brumby had scared himself with stepping on old pottery, chuckling to himself like he had done so in the past once before. Suddenly he heard sounds from behind a leather and stick mound, harks alert was this that Bones mare again? Was this where her soul resided to torment others? Not knowing really but hearing small crunching of what seemed like that of tiny bones as thuds of another hooves walked off. Too small was there echo to be of a full sized horse was it a lost foal? Weaving around the teepees a smile lit Drover's face in relief and his heart lifted at the site of the black and white paint pony from his herd. "Fancy finding you here!" Drover's aussy accent there as usual as he pranced up to the little fellow not knowing of the tiny canine enjoying its snack. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Drover/3yrs/Sorrelchestnut/16.2hh/Australian Brumby Character Log;; click! Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by FOREVERPAIN; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[Freedom]

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[atrb=background,http://i39.tinypic.com/35db2xd.png] Phelsley ~Oh My Phelsley! Refusing to even look at the small meat-eater, Phelsley held his stance stiff and straight. His muscles were tense and ready to flee at the slightest sound. For some odd reason the black and white stallion had found his friend rather gruesome as he fed. It was as if he had changed into another creature entirely. His mind did not wonder off, but it took to his instincts and instructed all his nerves and senses to stay alert. When a sudden sharp breaking noise practically stabbed the stallion's over-alert ears, he jumped, huffing and staring around for the animal that could produce such a terrifying noise. The sound of a horse's squeal shortly after the sound made his mind jump to the conclusion of a predator. Or at least something very scarey. After a few moments, the stallion settled down, now finding that the monster he had previously pictured was indeed, not going to eat him. He took few little nervous steps away from said creature just beyond the strange structures. He heard the voice of another stallion's, clear and happy. To see him? him? Was this a joke? He turned his small head, eyes wide with question and alarm. Only to relax and smile back, evenly and relieved. He knew this stud, in fact, this stud was one of the only horses Phelsley had ever made friends with in this strange world of over-sized bullies. "Drover! I thought you were a monster going to eat me! What was that noise? The sharp one a minute ago." His voice was joyful as he explained what he thought, and when, the noise was. The tall stallion standing before him was, though greatly appreciated, intimidating to him. He stood so tall, how could he not be uncomfortable? A faint brushing from a fury being told the black and white stallion that his strange friend had finished eating. At his touch Phelsley flinched quite obviously hard. Naturally, he wanted to glance and confirm his beliefs that Hatchet was indeed sitting there, although he could already picture it in his mind: a tan fox with shards of amber eyes peering suspiciously at the hulking steed in front of him, fluffy tail curled like a snake ready to pounce and lips still dripping with hot blood. "Sorry, the blood lust was on me." The rusty voice below him said quite cynically. Yes, it was an odd pair I do have to admit. "Speech" Muse: Notes: Do I have something to say? Credits: Table by Kate; all images are copyright to their rightful owners Phelsley || Stallion || Paint x Welsh pony x thoroughbred x shetland cross || Age 2 || Piebald overo (base black) || 13'1 Hh ||Eyes blue || Hatchet || Male || Fennec Fox || Young-Middle Aged ||

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[atrb=background, img269.imageshack.us/img269/2430/middlecq.jpg] The sorrel brumby merely chuckled seeing the smaller equine sudden scare melt away at the sight of him. How could such a stunning young bronze brute be mistaken as a monster, he never was cruel or malice in his life that he could remember. The sight of the fare colored fur ball eyeing him up at Phelsley's side definitely amused him, lowering his cranium to have a better look at the little creature. Though it didn't look to happy to see Drover, he smiled at it anyway before looking back up at his black and white painted friend. "Dear Brother, me a monster? Nah to that and I'd never even think of tasting your flesh. " Drover chuckled, red ribbons swept side to side behind him in much ease as his one colorless leg cocked itself at a relaxing angle. " Oh um...." Amber audits glance back to where he had scared himself, ".... Just spooking myself. Sometimes I forget to watch where I step and broke one of those half circle dome things." His ears flickered back slightly in his embaracement of himself and his carelessness. Drover was already rather fond of this stallion pony and no doubt didn't want to scare him, he wanted to prove he would be a friend and not a bully, " So what's your little friends name, doesn't look like he's real pleased to see me." He smirked, perhaps cause he was even bigger to the fox than Phelsley was. Though the thought of playing with the furball did cross Drover's mind, just a bit of hide and seek perhaps. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Drover/3yrs/Sorrelchestnut/16.2hh/Australian Brumby Character Log;; click! Tags;; Freedom @ Phelsley Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Sorry it's short Credits;; Table by FOREVERPAIN; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[Freedom]

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[atrb=background,http://i39.tinypic.com/35db2xd.png] Phelsley ~Oh My Phelsley! He was still getting used to being around such a tall horse without wincing. Though it shouldn't be hard, Drover was possibly one of the best horses for him to be around. However, Hatchet though differently, as usual. The amber slits of eyes only narrowed when the stranger by the name of, 'Drover' bent down to look closer at his slight frame. A thin growl rustled out the fennec's throat, a sign of distaste. When Phelsley heard the noise, he could only hope Drover would understand his strange little friend's odd habits. Habits like, well, being rude and growling at newcomers. If only Hatchet was how he usually was, playful and light. His chest welled to laugh, and he did so, but not without a tinge of nervousness. It was embarrassing really, how he would be so worried at the stupidest things, such as thinking the handsome sorrel chestnut to be a monster. He was so handsome. He was the exact replica of what Phelsley had always wanted. To be tall, handsome, and steady. A slight tremor of longing and a taint of jealousy rose in him. No, he could never pull it off. The look was strictly for a horse like Drover, Phelsley could never be so great. "You have no idea how glad I am that you are no monster dear Drover. However, bad news comes from the herd if you had not heard from it already. Ripride is gone, to be replaced by Xarkla." His voice slowed into real sorrow as he explained the herd being taken. For they were both perfectly homeless now. Or at least that's what he thought, little did he know Drover had taken the Amorous Valley. His attention soon returned to Hatchet. He was now circling Drover as if in inspection, slinking along the ground and occasionally balancing his weight on his hind legs to peer up at the tall stallion. "Hatchet. His name is Hatchet. I'm so sorry for his b-behavior." He cut himself off quickly after his small stuttering, how embarrassing. At the sound of his name, the small fennec fox began defiantly sniffing Drover's front left knee, ears back and nose working hard. Though secretly ready at any moment to spring into play. "Drover... eh?" he said between his furious sniffs. "Speech" Muse: Wondrous Notes: It's okay, gave a lot for me to reply with! Haha ^^ Didn't proof-read, if anything doesn't make sense just make something up. As far as positions and so forth. Credits: Table by Kate; all images are copyright to their rightful owners Phelsley || Stallion || Paint x Welsh pony x thoroughbred x shetland || Age 3 || Piebald overo (base black) || 13'1 Hh ||Eyes blue || Hatchet || Male || Fennec Fox || Young-Middle Aged ||

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[atrb=background, img269.imageshack.us/img269/2430/middlecq.jpg] There was no doubt the sorrel stud had heard of the dispercment of the herd, it'd worried him of what would happen to the bachelors. Then again he had secured himself a rather pleasing position well after, having taken up claiming the land of Amorous Valley out of sudden spur of the moment. Hoping to exceed any herd from his birthlands before MUSTANG to become known withing these lands. The thought of an Australian Brumby making his mark well known to be remembered for generations to come. Drover was infact in a small personal high of the fact as the tiny horse's words brought him back into the world. ”OH yes I had heard about it, shame there is no bachelor herd left....” The striped crown nodded while keeping a curious eye on the fluff ball of a fox, "...Oh Phelsley, I've faired well myself since Xarkla had taken our lands. I've aquired the herd of Amorous Valley. I was wondering if you'd like to join me there, it's not a bachelor herd but I will not let harm come to any who live there." The Brumby asked with hope his small friend would accept, already knowing the black and white had fright of the tall world of horses around him. Perhaps giving Phelsley a place to call home would help him calm down and be more at easy than on edge. Though it worried the red pelted stallion of getting mares to come and stay, yes he'd fight for them and claim them. But would they like him as their king, would they come to love and respect him or just see another tirent of a lead keeping them captive to breed every spring. Small flashes of worry flickered over his features as he watched the tiny fox inspect his legs. It was rather cute and the equine did not flinch as he was used as a leaning post for the tiny canine. Arching his neck to sniff Hatchet himself, his nares filling with the fox's scent, it was different but recognizable as he exhaled. His breath moving like wind over the small creature. Looking back up to Phelsley to reassure him wth a coy smile not bothering him about the studder. ”I don't mind his behavior. Hatchet? You may join the herd too if you like." Looking back down at the little fella extending his offer figuring the two accompaned each other. The fennec fox's appearance was so entertaining to Drover, he didn't know why it just was. He could definitely see the pair Phelsley and Hatchet taking ease and play in the meadows of Amorous Valley, perhaps the adorable fox could help gain the mares attention for the sturdy short stud. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Drover/4yrs/Sorrelchestnut/16.2hh/Australian Brumby Character Log;; click! Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by FOREVERPAIN; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[Freedom]

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[atrb=background,http://i39.tinypic.com/35db2xd.png] Phelsley ~Oh My Phelsley! His friend's words were not harsh, nor surprising. Nor were they unkind in any way at all. However, the impact practically ripped the short stallion's ears off. "...Oh Phelsley, I've faired well myself since Xarkla had taken our lands. I've aquired the herd of Amorous Valley. I was wondering if you'd like to join me there, it's not a bachelor herd but I will not let harm come to any who live there." It was spoken so, casually. That my friend, was the real hit. He spoke it as if it had always been. Though what the stallion could not explain was this feeling of betrayal. He had known in the long run his friend had been set for success. He had all the abilities to keep a herd in line, woo the ladies, fight for something, and continue his line. All in all, he shouldn't have been shocked by it at all. And yet, here he was, blue eyes popping out in surprise. Why hadn't he told him? I do suppose the perfect stallion had told the rather, imperfect, stud as soon as he could have. To join him there? In Amorous Valley? He pondered for a moment, what were the downfalls? When he thought of the over-grown horses that would surround him he shivered, but, he put all his faith in his friend and answered wholeheartedly and simply, "Yes." One word, it explained it all. It simplified all his complications in the moment. Mentally the pony set his heavy shoulders down. He laid down his nerves and stepped into the sunlight next to the greatest stallion he had ever met, in full dependance of his friend. To give more acceptance and to gratify Drover, Phelsley continued his speech. "Congratulations great and powerful king!" He spoke as if to an old friend, almost sarcastically, but really very kind. His lips parted into a crinkled smile up at the new leader of Amours Valley. It was all so surreal. Hatchet: ”I don't mind his behavior. Hatchet? You may join the herd too if you like." At the sound of Drover's voice the comical fox stared intently into his eyes. He was about to begin another throaty growl when he noticed Phelsley's sudden change in energy. His head swung around and peered at his friend, curiosity bubbling over. Then slowly, the fennec found Drover's eyes again. "Hum, I guess so. Though I haven't heard of a terrifying, ferocious, heroic, and handsome fox joining a horse herd." With a sly toothy grin he winked, trotted smoothly over to Phelsley's front leg, where he perched himself on the ground, tail wrapped tightly around his tan paws. "Speech" Muse: Notes: Do I have something to say? Credits: Table by Kate; all images are copyright to their rightful owners Phelsley || Stallion || Paint x Welsh pony x thoroughbred x shetland || Age 3 || Piebald overo (base black) || 13'1 Hh ||Eyes blue || Hatchet || Male || Fennec Fox || Young-Middle Aged ||