Devious mind tricks [Open to all]

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Daris



Light on her feet, she galloped over the land. Racing with the wind, picking up speed with every stride. Sure, you could say she was happy. Or you could say she was bored, either way worked. I guess you could say she was happy, happy about being far away from her so called father. She wasnt stupid, she knew it wasnt really her father. It was just a feeling in her gut, ever since she had met him. He was a asshole, completely. Not to mention a pervert. The painted female was now almost three, and off on her own. Finally.

Sliding to a halt, she found herself in new land. Crisp air, filled with the scent of females in season. Shit. Daris had forgotten it was spring, she herself was in heat. Which didnt happen to cross her mind, and now she was in claimed terrtory. Green orbs scanned over the land, no one in sight. Leaning down, she gracefully fell to the earth. All kinds of scent flew into her nostrils, fresh green grass, of course mares but another strange smell was in the air. Harks faintly picking up the sound of the creek near by, and a faded rumble in the distance. The sky looked slightly gray, the strange scent was rain. It didnt interest her very much, when did rain ever hurt anyone. "I wish i could hear" She mumbled to herself, not even realizing it.

The dark mare just relaxed on the earth, leaning over allowing the grass to lightly tickle her maw. Hungry and tired, she rested. For some reason, her gut told her she wasnt going to be alone for long. It wasnt a big deal, her gut was only warning her to stay on guard. For anyone, or anything.

ooc: Dont mind all the 'creeks' & junk. Just copyed & pasted real fast.

|Daris//Mare//Thoroughbred X Warmblood//16hh//Green orbs//Medicine hat//about three//Deaf in right hark|

[Freedom]

[atrb=width,575,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=040800] His tail whisped happily around his hides, though it was in false sarcasm. In truth, the stag hated the heat. Not the heat of females, of course, but from the sun himself. Disgusting really, the way it burned your flesh and coaxed the insects to bite. How was there anything truly good about the warmth? He much preferred the secure cool caves and darkness. The drafty stallion's head was to the ground, his broad and muscled shoulders were squeezing for his neck to bend to allow his mouth to grip on the living grass. Sounds of other horses ugly thudding noises off in the distance did not concern him. Why would he care if some other stud was forcing a mare in season? However, the closer, faster, and, thought he hated to admit it, smoother, foot falls of a mare sped a little closer to him then the rest. This, was enough for him to pick his head ever so slowly and lazily gaze at her. She stood for a moment, then dropped herself gracefully to the ground. As if on cue, the stallion dutifully began his lumbering pace towards her. Though her mumble was barely audible, the dappled stud caught the word, 'wish'. He pondered what she might have been wishing for momentarily, but decided he would much rather jump into a conversation quicker. The stranger's nose tickled the ground as she rested, "Careful what you wish for." He said in a disruptive voice, not trying to be quiet for her nap. "Speech" Tags;; Taylorrrrr Muse;; Good Notes;; Do I have something to say? || Warlord || Stallion || Eight || Percheron x Orlov Trotter || Dapple Grey (Passed onto Foals) || Black moon on shoulder || 16'1hh || Blue eyes || Respectable || Strong ||

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