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[Wicked Sama]

Summer was nearly there. The Spring days were getting longer and warmer, and the painted mare had finished shedding out her extra winter hair. She felt beautiful again, stronger and more lean. All that extra bulk may have done its job of keeping her alive and warm, but once the warmer months rolled around, it was terribly uncomfortable. Her legs weren't overly long, but her small stature was carried upon them easily. Hard flints pressed into the growing green grass as she meandered slowly through The Meadow. She couldn't remember ever have being there before. Perhaps it was because she feared being forced into a herd. But now she would welcome the opportunity. If she wanted to have power, she'd have to be part of a powerful herd.

Her velvet soft mug lifted to test the air. The scent of mares and stallions flooded her nostrils and she smiled pleasantly to herself. With a sigh of contentment, the overo femme lowered her muzzle to the ground, snacking on the new emerald shoots that had just begun to break through the soft earth. All she had to do now was wait.

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Gypsy Rose; Seven Years; 15.1 hh; Bay Overo; Blue Eyes

[madmare2003]

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[atrb=background,http://i1010.photobucket.com/albums/af224/AnteaterJade/bg24er.png] Black and white stud cantered into the meadows. It was time he learned to move on from Koi. He had obviously broken her heart and she would never forgive him again. This meant it was time to start new, brand new. Now HOWL, he had no herd to offer a lady. In fact, he preferred to stay away from them. All the drama created by so many mares was more then he could handle. Now he is still a young boy. Only four, so in time, one day, he may decide that is after all what he wants. However, for the time being he needed company. He needed someone to talk to and care about. He can’t help it, he is a hopeless romantic. And, a one lady kind of man, which was extremely RARE to find in a brute still all intact. The two toned males train of thought was suddenly interrupted. In fact, it crashed right into a brick wall. A lady caught his eye. One with a great deal of beauty that could not be ignored. He loved her spots, much like his own. His thick body made the ground shake upon his approach and he gave a deep whinny of hello. He stood afar waiting, for the lady to invite him in. He is a gentleman, a southern gentlemen at that. He refused to be rude or act without respect. If He ever got to bare a son he would be sure to teach him the way his mother and grandmother did on how to treat ladies properly. "I speak." Featuring;; HOWL ll 4 ll 15 h ll gypsy vannerx Spanish mustang Spanish arab ll bluell black white tobiano ll

[GREYtheFLAILER]

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[atrb=background,http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab360/GREYtheFLAILER/LGDARKTABLEMIDDLE.jpg] Looking Glass I’ll seek you out, Flay you alive, One more word and you won’t survive. And I’m not scared of your stolen power, I see right through you any hour... .xXx. It was days much like these, in which the brilliant, ebony stallion wasn’t nearly content with himself, nor was he very pleased with the on-goings about him. The equines that wandered the majority of this particular area had so far failed to catch his attention whatsoever, and despite Looking Glass’ longing to be entertained, his attempts always seemed inevitably in vain. He was a stallion that flourished when partaking in hectic, chaotic situations; not one that did well when he was left to himself, with nothing but the thoughts of his gruesome past to torment and mock him to an almost infuriating degree. It was, of course, for these exact reasons, in which the massive brute had decided to travel to an area he had heard was more densely populated; a place where other equines, hopefully mares if Looking Glass had any sort of luck, would feel at home. Safe. A devilish little smirk nearly played across the hellion’s maw as such a thought entered his mind, but he was quick to bat the longing away, his expression continuing to stay firm; entirely unmoving. It would have been a beautiful scene to those sensitive, snivelling fools in which Looking Glass so despised; the spring had come without reservation or hesitation, leaving the lush earth beneath the stallion’s feet littered with grasses and flowers of varying hues, as well as flourishing wildlife, such as the occasional deer or bird. Trees loomed overhead in a rather forbidding, mysterious manner as the massive brute made his way through the smaller forest, his thick, broad body snaking through the obstacles with obvious ease. The cold wasn’t much to Looking Glass but a pest, due to great size and volume, and he was starting to miss the harsher winter months. He didn’t get cold often, and in fact, relished during colder times, as he felt more comfortable within his own skin. During the excruciatingly warm months of summer and late spring however, it tended to be rather irritating being forced to lug around a good amount of weight with him. The stallion tossed such nonsense, illogical thoughts away as soon as he realized he’d stumbled across such an idiotic mental pattern, before deciding to focus firmly on his surroundings. Hesitantly, the male came to a pause, his nostrils quivering with anticipation, ears flickering two and fro in desperation to catch something of interest. And, it was as he was doing so in which the intoxicating, feminine aroma of a mare in heat graced his nares, successfully sending liquid adrenaline shooting through his veins. The male’s ears perked momentarily with the rather thrilling thought as Looking Glass tossed his head in an aggressive, haughty manner, before lifting both forefeet from the earth in a seemingly spontaneous half-rear. His hooves landed firmly on the earth below with a light thud, before the stallion’s back legs bunched beneath him, as the brute took off into a quick, thundering canter, his hindquarters giving him a sudden, needed burst of outrageous power. After a moment his wild gait collected, turning into a gathered, powerful canter; each and every stride in tune, perfection. His hooves battered relentlessly against the lush surface beneath him as he did so, causing blades of demolished grass to flick out behind the stallion in a flashy, yet angry, display of power and grace. His mane and tail billowed lightly behind him due to his speed, and as the stallion ran, his air changed rather dramatically, into one of dominance; strength. He was a resilient, magnificent specimen, and he knew it. Looking Glass, for the majority of his life, had been a male that wasn’t afraid to flaunt what he had going for him, and power was one of them. It radiated from his very frame with the way he walked, the way his neck arched so regally, his nose brushing softly against his muscled chest. It was an intimidating display that came all too naturally to the stallion; he was created to be frightening, a monster. And, his body showed it. It wasn’t long before the male finally approached the clearing, his gait slowing dramatically as he burst from the shelter of the surrounding trees, extending twigs snapping without a moment’s notice, as his large frame ploughed through the brush and into the meadow with a series of loud, cracking and snapping noises. He came to an abrupt halt then, nostrils flaring with both adrenaline and anticipation, before casting a wild glance about him, tail flicking savagely against his sides as he did so. Would he be in the company of another, shortly? The stallion could only hope luck was on the menu for today. It was as he looked around him, cerulean eyes narrowed and hungry, in which he caught sight of a dauntingly familiar mare. She was a pretty little thing to say the least, and the ebon stallion immediately recognized her; Gypsy Rose. The male’s eyes took on a suddenly devious quality, alighting with a fire of brewing devilish intentions. Slowly, carefully, the hellion began to stalk forwards, neck arching in a brilliant display of power and strenth, his gait slow, yet eager to accelerate. It was, however, as soon as the male began to make his approach that his light orbs drifted towards yet another, much smaller male, and the stallion’s ears immediately splayed flat against his head, his instincts screaming at him to rid himself of the threat. He gave a harsh, infuriated snort, eyes narrowing with obvious malice, before picking up into a fiery trot, and bringing himself nearer to the painted femme. “What a pleasant surprise.” The male spoke without hesitation, his confidence obvious within the depths of his words. There was a somewhat sarcastic quality to them, as he regarded the male, though as Looking Glass glanced back towards Gypsy, his signature, little smirk played upon his maw. He paid no attention to the male in whom had previously made his appearance, and instead watched only the mare, willing the other brute to challenge him for interrupting. “I see you’ve caught the attention of quite the—“ The male paused, observing the other stallion with a harsh, mocking eye, before continuing as if the brute wasn’t even there. “interesting individual. I can’t say I’m entirely pleased, as I’d much prefer catching you in your lonesome.” The stallion spoke as if the other brute wasn’t nearby, and regarded the mare with a small wink, her scent surrounding him making him feel somewhat antsy. His hind, right hoof struck out at the ground, a discreet sign of his faltering composure, before the male heaved a sigh, his attitude running high. When Looking Glass wanted something, there was little stopping him from getting it. I’m taking it slow, Feeding my flame, Shuffling the cards of your game. And just in time, In the right place, Suddenly I will play my ace... Words: 1, 182 Muse: Faail Notes: Sorry it took me so long! Also, I'm so excited for their babeh!<3 This post is mostly recycled, but I added lots to it. C: OHBTW: sorry Lg's being a dick. He's a hornyman.

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[Wicked Sama]

Quietly and with content, the femme grazed. She enjoyed the light brush of a breeze over her painted coat, and relished in the warmth that the sun spread across her back. It was on days like these that she began to recall the days of her foalhood. Her dam, Dusty Rose, hadn't been the most loving of mothers, but Gypsy could remember one day specifically that she knew she would never forget. It was late Spring, and she was a young filly of two years. They, herself and her dam, were not currently living in MUSTANG, but were traveling with a rogue group of mares and foals, whom were headed to a place they called the "Sacred Herd". Herself and Dusty never made it that far, as they turned around before ever reaching the so called place. It was an early morning, and the band was just stirring from their slumber. Gypsy was standing close to her dam, who rarely welcomed loving gestures. But there they stood, side by side, their breathing deep and in sync. Grasshoppers leaped through the tall swaying grasses, and Gypsy had never felt so at peace. That day would stat etched in her mind forever.

The mare was brought from her daydreams as a shadow fell across her, and she opened her cerulean eyes to look at at the frame of a handsome and well built stallion. From the looks of it, he must have had Gypsy Vanner blood, and possibly some Spanish descent? He had that slightly tousled look about him, one that only the Spaniards could sport. The femme lifted her head slowly but with purpose, he eyes batting slowly as she smiled coyly at the brute. Words were poised on her tongue, ready to fall forward when thundering hooves distracted her entirely. Eyes flickered then refocused, a slight skip of the heart being the result. The stallion approached, his muscles rippling beneath his tightly stretched hide. Why, it was the Devil himself. Looking Glass.

Gypsy smirked at the words he bestowed her with, but did not move any closer to the hellion. Instead, she moved visibly closer to the first painted brujo, then flicked her tail suggestively at Looking Glass. How would he handle such a situation? She'd heard stories about his power and his rage, but had they all been rumours? "Pleasant? That is a surprise." She laughed lightly to herself, turning now to face Looking Glass. He commented on the other stallion, whose name she did not know. Gypsy smiled. Looking Glass obviously didn't appreciate the company. "Why is it you'd want to catch me alone? I can't say I'm entirely comfortable with that." She played the innocence card, but as she stared at Looking Glass, her eyes revealed her secrets in all their flaming glory.

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tags; MadMare, Grey
notes; Sorry it took so long to respond!

Gypsy Rose; Seven Years; 15.1 hh; Bay Overo; Blue Eyes

[madmare2003]

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[atrb=background,http://i1010.photobucket.com/albums/af224/AnteaterJade/bg24er.png] HOWL chose not to think of his past anymore it was too painful. His dams death along with her mother. His sire pushed him out. He fell in love with a wonderful spotted lady and basically stomped all over it so here he was now. [what a mess] Two toned stud found himself standing next to the lady. In fact, when the other stud approached she stepped closer. Her sweet perfume scent slowly drifted into his nostrils. He felt the ends of her tail graze his hide on his haunches when she flicked it. [we sometimes find ourselves in] The other brute was obviously dismayed with HOWL’s presence. It was not like him to fight however. The mare made it seemed as though she preferred he stay. He could not ignore the wishes of such a beauty. So instead HOWL stayed. He didn’t budge, twitch, or flinch at the other males bitterness. [and no clue] His blue eyes stayed with one on the fae but the other constantly observing the other stud. He was known for his aggression and brutality as leader of the Saints. HOWL had never met him but he assumed from what he had heard from the grapevine. Not to mention you could tell his coat had hardly seen daylight which makes sense of an animal that dwells in a cave. Rather strange though. [of how we ended up there] "Speech" Ooc- I know this sucks and sorry it took so long my life exploded and im trying to put it back together but with lack of a boyfriend I should have more time for posting Featuring;; HOWL ll 4 ll 15 h ll gypsy vannerx Spanish mustang Spanish arab ll bluell black white tobiano ll

[GREYtheFLAILER]

OOC: SO sorry for not posting!<3 I promise I'll get to it soon. Life's been hell.