Splendid [Kota & Txep]

[Freedom]

Living today is like the past's hell.
Sorta like when I'm with you..

Rosto

I see you standing there
off in that dusty square
all alone and in need
that's too bad
cause' I'm already on my steed.
I ain't your knight in armor
I'm just your life
screaming to leave.

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His coat was soaked clean, his eyes bright and steady. A certain superior essence glowed feverishly from his body language. Hauling himself up and over the grassy hill, he found himself in a rather large field. Where was the trouble-making yearling? He wasn't a foal anymore, in fact he considered himself an adult. His strut, though annoying to an adult perhaps, was quite flashy, the young brute was always flirting with the pretty young mares. Playing with their delicate hearts, then crushing them. Ah yes, he was a father's worst nightmare. He was quite the hell-raiser, just wait until he was three...

Glancing side to side, he noticed that there were many older horses. Where were all the yearlings? Surely by now they should be flourishing in their youth, running and bragging, strutting, and sulking. He didn't know, but surely they should at least show themselves. His coat, though wet and slightly darker because of it, shone a brilliant dunskin color. However, what was unique about this particular handsome and sarcastic yearling, was the trickles of white running down his sides. Yes, this young boy had been marked with white brindle, as all of his father's children where. Right now he wasn't thinking of his striking body, which was quite rare for him, he was staring in genuine curiosity. At what? The mares. Why the mares? He wasn't old enough to breed, not by a long shot, plus it wasn't even Spring anymore. It was their bellies, how odd. They protruded in a round barrel-like shape. He remembered his dam explaining to him things she did while, 'he was still inside her.' But he hadn't really thought it through enough to realize, she must have gotten fat with an actual foal inside of her.

Swishing his tail dismissively, he turned away from the scattered grazing hordes of horses, and began a steady walk in another direction entirely. He was still in the meadow, just not in the large group of horses. A slow drip of water ran down his muzzle and dropped to the soft grassy earth. As a result, he slid a smile over his mouth. It reminded him of why he was so wet. Earlier he had jumped into the small creek that snaked its way through this field like a smooth white scar. The young male then let out a short and curt sigh, more like a larger, more forceful exhale than anything.

He had left his mother by now. Yes, she wasn't willing to give him up. He was her first born. And he was well aware that he had crushed his mother when he ran off. Though, really truly, she needed to not get so attached. He looked very similar to the stallion that he was supposed to call, 'father,' though he had never had the chance nor yearning for it. Plus, his mother had raised him to hate the dude. He had actually witnessed her blind him in an eye. He chuckled to himself, his mother, she was crazy. As for his sire, well, he sounded insane as well.

A sudden jolt of craze hit him, he felt the urge to lash out and strike something. Instead, he balanced his weight, then raised his front hooves in a rear. Then thrashed his head around in fury as he landed, back on four feet, like a full-grown stallion chasing away any threats. His mane was now fully wild and black and tangled. His brown eyes shone out from under a crazed forelock as he glanced around. What just happened? A sudden rush of embarrassment rose over him. He had just lost his cool there. But why? Suddenly he remembered what his mother had told him about his father's disorder. It clicked inside his head, he had inherited his father curse.

The yearling's eyes flitted around before he took a breath and shook his head. Then he relaxed his shoulders and other muscles before continuing a walk. Regaining his usual sarcastic and witty vibe with every calming step. Building walls up at every breath, and beginning to appear untouched and unruffled. As usual.

ooc: Sorry it's so long! I didn't proof it either. My other posts will probably not be as long the next times. I was just feeling very muse-y when I wrote this ^^

Rosto || Male || One Year Old || Andalusian X Lusitano X Spanish Mustang || Dunskin white brindle || 15.3hh || Eye color brown || 2nd gen || [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Dakota]

Large trees stood spaced out in the vast forest, pine needles littered the terrain beneath the filly's rounded flints. Blinding sunlight shone through the leaves of oaks creating a unique dappling effect across the filly's smoke washed pelt. The design shimmered and danced across her frame as she pranced down the trodden paths that snaked their through the woods. She snorted playfully tossing her head, inky tassels sliding off her sweat slicked boa, creating a brief cool sensation on her sweat stained carcass.

She was up for attracting the attention of others her age if she could. Her lineage definently gave her that advantage. Her build rather appealing, that awkward yearling faze seemed to have skipped her entirely. She had gotten dir en grey's beauty and Sundari's personality, she thought that to be a win win situation.

She weaved through the brush at a slinky prace, the slim rays of the sun broke through the canopy above to reveal the glimmer and shine on her obsidian coat. A smirk masked her face as she slinked back into the shadows, it was several degrees cooler in the shade of the trees. She glanced around through mixed matched optics, hoping to find something of interest. No such luck. She couldn't see anything within her immediate vision.

Harks flicked atop her delicate visage in curiosity. In the background she could hear the bubbling of a creek somewhere in the distance, the chortling of birds nesting atop the trees. Some might say this was rather calming but with the ceasless chittering the filly had become quite irritable.

She had felt a sudden flow of relief having ducked away from her doting mother. Sundari had never taken much thought about her so he wasn't really the one to worry about. Also considering the fact that she was rather easily irritated. Oh well avoiding family was certainly easier than she thought it would be. Unlike Banquo and Sarina, Endy and Amaro could get away with murder and their mom wouldn't notice. As for the other two, they just chose to stick to closely to her, for they really had no social life.

Duo toned lanterns sought for some sort of movement, and then it happened, the rustling of bushes caught the attention of twin soldiers, pulling them to attention. Lips quivered lightly as she strained, trying to resist the urge to find the source of movement. Muscles tensed she was like a rubber band about to snap.

Find out what it is. No stay here. Find out what it is. No stay put. Ugh complete inner turmoil. I really should go check that out. But what if it's dir? Or worse what if it's another kid? Oh shut up your a social butterfly and you know it. Well that's pretty true. What if it's a boy? Aww yeah, score. Alright I'll go see who's making that racket.

She set off at a walk, acting as if she had no interest in the matter whatsoever. She didn't want to appear as though she were looking for attention. Especially if it was someone of personal interest. She was hidden by a thick mass of bushes and vines. The colt before her seemed to be having some sort of energy burst. So she refrained from bursting out into the open to make her presence known.

tagged --- txep & freedom with rosto & torance
template --- PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
notes --- it's okay i killed my muse today, before i even started writing. so sorry for the crappyness.

[{Txep}]

[shadow=white,left,300]Torance...[/shadow]
[shadow=black,right,500]Whats not to love?[/shadow]

Gah finally away from prying eyes and praying ears! The liver chestnut filly bayed to herself as she trotted ever so farther from Hidden Cove, already taunt muscles rippled undernieth her shimmering crimson. Loving how well she'd grown from a foal, the fuss was gone replaced by a blanket of deadly alluring silk, her banner was now at a considerably long length, now covering most of her boa on the side. She infact gloated in her image, the wide jagged blaze that lit up at night as well as a back legging and two sock. Much different from her overly caring sickeningly sweet mother, Broken Beauty the black mare.

A rather loud snort was forced from flared nares as harks pinned back, shaking her cranium at the thought of her mother. Her very hoof falls became harsher as amber optics hardened, red only brimmed her sight. She couldn't stand the mare, having taken in another foal the same day she was born to raise as her adoptive sister. Oh she did not blame Harumi at all, just envied her, knowing her mother favored the dapple even though she never said it. It was obvious how by how nice the ebony was to her, yeah sure she was nice to Torance but they were in the herd that Harumi's father had lead. Where was Tora's father? The brute she looked like? Why hadn't she been told anything of him, was she not worth the time?

No! Torance was worth the time and day, and she knew it, she'd prove it, one day she'd spit in her mother's face and ruin the human broke mare even more. She didn't even know what humans were and she knew they had been the cause of the limp that always slowed her mother down. Oh the filly was fuming now, just beyond irritated, completely blind to where she had been wondering or how long it had been.

Suddenly was rudely brought back to reality as she stumbled over the edge and stopped with splashes of clear liquid dampening her fur high up on her legs. Though just a creek, it was rather deep, the cool water rushing over her limbs seemed to wash away a good amount of her frustration. Dipping her crown taking a long calming drink, her form relaxed her shoulders not so tense. Tora was not yet full grown, only at fourteen hands and something still she knew she was to be bigger just by how her frame was. No grass gut yet from old laziness many of the older equines had, though short she was mostly legs and her curves were still developing, for now her main charm was her bright amber eyes and shiny liver pelt.

The sound another throwing a tantrum was near, harks pricked in curiousity, the crimson girl splashed through the creek to the other side. After a ways, dial swiveling as specticals scowled the tall stubborn warriors of the forest surrounding her. Finally her praying gaze found two others, young like she noticing the other filly off the bat. Mmmmm very yummy that one is, I wonder if she's my age. Torance purred to herself as her attention turned to the colt that seemed to be walking off embracement. Oh time for fun to start. Letting out a high nicker like laugh she broke into a lope swerving around pilars closing the large gap between her and the colt.

"Having pouting outbursts already today?" Approaching the boy with pure confidence filling her stride, what did she have to fear? Nothing. "Or were you showing off to that little gazelle over there?" Torance cooed waving her crown close to his as she began to trot around him, "If so it sounded pretty pathetic to me, really you should let the real stallions seduce the fillys. Maybe you'd learn something." The crimson vixen sure did have mouth on her today, if anything trying to envoke the colt to get upset. Having not done this much before Torance was loving it already, her next victem would be the other filly once the colt broke down in tears.

Ooc: Wow she's a bit more of a jerk than I expected, it's a good thing though hehe. XD

Torance/Filly/1Yr/TBxQHxWB/16hh(tobe)/LiverChestnut

[Freedom]

Living today is like the past's hell.
Sorta like when I'm with you..

Rosto

I see you standing there
off in that dusty square
all alone and in need
that's too bad
cause' I'm already on my steed.
I ain't your knight in armor
I'm just your life
screaming to leave.

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Of course he couldn't help it. What was he supposed to do? This little thing was dying. No, not literally. She just thought she was the best thing living. No, the funniest and best thing that had ever lived. Picking on someone at first sight? Lame. Well... As the dunskin pondered this, he realized that maybe she wasn't sinking that low, being that he did such things as that, often. So instead of exploding on her, he laughed, as if amused by her. "and who might you be, Miss. Perfect?" A confidant smile played over his lips, however in his mind he recited the line, 'what the hell did this girl want?' What was much more interesting to him right now, was the fact that he hadn't noticed another watching him.

Intrigued, he turned to the clumped vines and other underbrush, where, while sniffing, he had detected her. Squinting his young brown eyes he could just make out her, hiding. His ears lifted, okay, what's her problem? If a male where to do that he would get called off immediately as a stalker. A mare? Um, well I guess mares have a free pass on that one. "Can I help you?" Sure, it was awkward. But really truly, it did need to be said.

The mare who was boisterous enough to canter at him than give him flat out insults, seemed, not quite developed. And, being a young male, he took note of. He took into note about all appearances of females. I mean really, you had to plan ahead about girls. You can't just go out with anything less than hot. He wasn't saying she wouldn't improve... But he was much more interested in what the other girl looked like. So far, from her outline, she appeared to be rather nicely silhouetted.

Maybe one day they'd let him check them out a little closer... Oh his mind. His rotten mind. He blinked slowly, realizing he had been staring at the rude mare's butt a little too long. As if it had never happened, he swished his tail causally then stared off into the distance, into the forest and through the murk of darkness. Let her get mad at him for staring at her like that. It might be interesting. Though he knew he wasn't actually in love, he just liked mare's bodies, what could he say?

ooc: LOL, Rosto is so corrupt.

|| Rosto || Male || 1 Year old || Dunskin white brindle || 15'3hh || Eyes; brown || Andalusian X Lusitano X Spanish Mustang || 2nd gen || [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Dakota]

She had only been standing behind the thick brush flints planted firmly in the ground for about a minute before some foolish filly had come along to rain on her parade. It wasn't like she was trying to stalk the colt, even if it appeared that way. Really she just wanted to avoid one of those awkward confrontations. Which the attempt to even accomplish that goal had been squished like a bug with the arrival of the crimson demoness.

Endy rolled her eyes at the scarlet filly's attempt at sarcasm. It was rather pathetic packed with more venom that humor as it should have been, she was off to a good start though. Endy had her beat though, growing up with both Dir and Sun she was practically overflowing with sarcastic material.

The colts attention was thrust upon her now. He was rather rude with the way he put the question, she took it with ease, harks flicked to a neutral position. Velvets twitched before pulling back into a smirk. "Depends on what kind of service you have to offer." She winked before walking to his other side to address the female. Ashen limbs closed the distance to the spot between the two, thick ebony whipcord flicked across her flanks in waves.

Now that she was closer to another female she had come to realize that her own curves might have been a tad more exaggerated than she would have liked. Even though she preferred the lanky athletic build that other fillies possessed she didn't quite mind her more curvacious frame.

Duel toned opticals scanned the femmora up and down before parting her lips to speak. "You could brush up on your sarcasm dollface, but nicely executed." She rolled her shoulders in a horse-like shrug, before leaning back to sit on her haunches. It wasn't the most comfortable position but it beats standing.

She took the time to glance at each of them. Taking a bit more time to look over the colt. He was rather striking in looks, she couldn't help but let a small smile creep over her features. She realized quickly replacing the expression with one that made her seem as if she was rather amused.

What am I doing? I can't go acting as if I'm fawning all over him. He might consider me a slut if I do that. Even if I don't care what people think it wouldn't help if he thought i was here. Uhh I think that mare was looking at me before she went after that colt. I don't know what that was about, I mean I know I'm attractive c'mon who wouldn't notice that?

tagged --- txep & freedom with rosto & torance
template --- PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
notes --- still getting used to her.

[{Txep}]

[shadow=white,left,300]Torance...[/shadow]
[shadow=black,right,500]Whats not to love?[/shadow]

It was a bit of a disappointment the colt didn't act upset about the crimson filly's comments, harks flickered slightly in irritation but let it roll off the back of her rump to be flung away by the flick of her tail. He spoke not very much, just more eyeing up them more than anything, in a way in made Torance's skin crawl to be checked out by a male. Snorting almost in his face, "Awh yes Perfect.. Hmm been awhile since I've been called that but I suppose it still fits." She smirks voice filled with play acting as though she was the snootiest thing out there, mockingly raising her nose high in the air and taking a few danty strutting steps. Then merely cackling shaking her skull, a bit of dark humor heard in here laugh, "Please I'd rather nip the hyde from a stuck up prick that thought they were perfect." A more lower crude voice as she rolled her amber specticals.

Attention altered to the opposing filly, as the colt seemed to push Torance's presence aside to asert the other. A flash of a glare came and went on the white blazed facade as it reminded her of her mom over looking her to give attention to her adoptive sister. Not like this colt knew it irritated her, it was probably going to be a pet peive of hers for a long time now to be just put to the side by another. Though she had to admit she too was looking the filly over, now in more visiable light than shadows behind a bush it was more evident she was more filled out than Torance. Flecks of envy scratchered in her mind, though loving the speed her slender long legged body presented, if she had curvature like that maiden she could even make the most head strong lead stallions beg at her hooves. Oooh hhoo a comment to Torance.

A smirk spread across her mug, "Well thankyou Buttercup, perhaps give me a few pointers if I'm not good enough at it. Or you two can just stay as my personal guiniepigs." She cooed slowly circling the filly, dubbing a nickname to her right away. Torance liked the taste of how it sounded on her tongue, no doubt going to keep it just for this filly. Watching her plop her rump down, harks pinned back seeing the colt's gaze pull away from dazzling at her own rump. Turning at him and nipping at his neck, "Keep those pervy eyes off of my flesh unless you want to know what it's like to be skinned alive." She growled at him before pushing past him, giving a small kick with her back legs at his front. Not intending to hurt him, just cause a tussle perhaps. As she found her own spot to converse with the other two, out of reach of the other. Easing her self a bit this was the most amusement she'd had in weeks and it was quiet the pleasure already.


Torance/Filly/1Yr/TBxQHxWB/16hh(tobe)/LiverChestnut

[Freedom]

Living today is like the past's hell.
Sorta like when I'm with you..

Rosto

I see you standing there
off in that dusty square
all alone and in need
that's too bad
cause' I'm already on my steed.
I ain't your knight in armor
I'm just your life
screaming to leave.

[/i][/center]

He liked the, well, they were both rude now weren't they? Okay, all of them were. With this lack of names to call his sudden company, he would of course have to come up with some on his own. This, usually got on nerves, though he wasn't particularly looking to crawl under their skin. He would have to call them something. Well, I'll just call the liver chestnut... Doll. No, that's far too un-creative... Names will come later.

He liked the liver's retort. It was mocking, and smooth. It made him chuckle to himself. What great amusement these two brought! The other mare, well, she was just sexy. Her response was to ask him what service he had to offer. What was he to say to that? "I think you've missed the point. Though I did enjoy that performance, I still have no idea what your name is. Unless you'd rather me call you liver from now on?" He referred to Torance, though her name was still unknown to him. His smile brushing off his handsome face into a more serious expression. As if it were a very important question.

"You could brush up on your sarcasm dollface, but nicely executed." "Well thankyou Buttercup, perhaps give me a few pointers if I'm not good enough at it. Or you two can just stay as my personal guiniepigs." At the sound of the bickering mares' voices, the brindled dunskin coiled his neck up and mockingly said, "Whoa whoa whoa! No need for cat fights ladies!" he continued, relaxing his neck and saying a bit quieter, "There's enough sarcasm here for everyone. No need to fight little girlies. Remember, sharing is caring!" Oh would they get mad at that! Maybe they'd surprise him. He let off a small snicker at his choice of words.

The fine yearling then proceeded in a very uncomfortable thing indeed, sitting. How odd! He'd not seen a horse do that before. Well okay, if she felt the need to, why stop her? 'Fine' that's what he nick-named the well, finer of the two. The one that was now sitting. He did notice her look, no, maybe it didn't happen. Did she just look at him like that or not? He couldn't tell, being so, he brushed it off and Liver instantly got onto him for staring at her rump a little too long. Therefore, the little thought about 'fine' was forgotten. Liver should have chosen different wording for that though... He was about to say something snide back before stopping himself. Realizing that she was probably mad enough at him. When her foot caught his leg he just about lashed out. His eyes burned and his muscles burned to hurt her. If he was going to be around other horses he would have to learn to tame the beast his father gave him. Or else no one would be safe, including him. So instead of going off in a rampage, he just did a very loud forceful wince and a deep nicker rumbled out of his throat. It was very aggressive-sounding and he hoped the mares wouldn't look too far into it. If they did he was sure he would have to abandon them in the forest.

ooc: Sorry for taking so long!

|| Rosto || Male || 1 Year old || Dunskin white brindle || 15'3hh || Eyes; brown || Andalusian X Lusitano X Spanish Mustang || 2nd gen || [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]