i write sins not tragedies.~ JEZZY

[Dakota]

Amaro gazed out across the lands from atop the highest point in the area. He was stock still, wind blowing through ebonite tassels. He looked striking with the reverse brindling, the tiger like stripes running down from his spine like rain droplets sliding down glass. Other than that the only thing that set him apart was his sharp features, dark navy eyes, thick lashes, and most of all the tribal marking on his left shoulder.

It was the mark of his father, showing that however far he went, however many lands he traveled he would still be known as Cheveyo's son. Even if it bothered him in the least bit he couldn't change that he was born with an inherited marking. It was rather annoying being recognized by that mark and associated with siblings he didn't know.

Now if we went to look at his mom's relations we would find that he had three half siblings he actually knew the existence of. If it weren't for that Amaro would have, by assumption thought, that his mother had seduced a rather quiet stallion, who in turn gifted her with his godly presence. Or so he thought. But of course he was wrong, his mother was not that much of a trolloping fairy. Even if he wished for his mother to be a milf so he could brag he had the hottest mom.

Of course now we have come to refer to his state of mind as 'the common teenage boy'. Who finds great joy in his impulsive and ignorant behaviour, figuring he was charming whether anyone knew it or not. In another light he always seemed to be trying to put himself out there as a bad person. Which was not all entirely true. For he was acutally quiet the gentleman, who didn't want anyone to become attached to him in that way. Which made him resort to acting an ass to push people away.

Cobalt lanterns gazed out over the ocean, the tide crashed upon the shore pushing and pulling the sand in a constant rhythm. The late afternoon sky let a beautiful light cast over the whole scenery. A rather content feeling of loneliness seeped through the stud, making him comfortable for once.

His frequent visits to the crest had all started with his thought that he needed to get away. He wanted a place that was usually empty. So after much searching he came across eagle's crest and found himself a new hide out.

notes.~ sorry it's kinda crappy.

[Jezzy]

Jezebel

Pink tinted hooves carried paint grullo mare up the side of a mountain heading for the top, her dark nares flared as her muscular ivory pillars moved forward, feeling a slight burn in her muscles the mare slowed but only a little. She was not used to climbing because she personally preferred being safely in flat ground instead of the side of a mountain where if she slipped there was a great possibility she would die because once she started falling she doubted she could stop herself. She did not dare look down, though the thought of turning around and going back popped into her mind a lot but she new that would make her have to look down plus she was already almost to the top and she was curious to know if any others were up here, also she wanted to see exactly how big and beautiful mustang really was, because she had only just arrived and whats a better way to see everything other then climbing the highest mountain and checking everything out.
Jezebel stopped on a flat ledge to catch her breath for a moment before she continued her climb to the top. Man i hope the view is worth the climb Jezzy thought letting a soft snort leave her nares, she really needed to climb more often it should not have been so hard to climb the mountain especially since she had been taking the easiest looking ways, she felt pathetic and fat losing so much energy making her way up the hill but she could run for a great distance on a flat surface it just made no sense to the grullo tobiano mare. She looked around before making her way u the mountain again taking the flattest looking paths she could find which wasn't easy to do sometimes.
A sigh of relief left her dark tinted lips when she finally made it to the top of the big mountain, she felt much better now even though sweat still dampened her beautiful pelt and her muscles still ached a little because now she new she could rest and enjoy the sunset, her breath hitched in the back of her throat as she looked around taking in the beautiful afternoon sky and the rest of mustang, everything looked so gorgeous from up on the mountain and she was beginning to think she would never want to leave and not just because she would have to make the horrible and scary climb back down the mountain which she was not looking forward to doing but what kind of company would she find on top of this mountain, probably none that would really want to hang out with her or be her friend but that mattered little to her now because she was already on the mountain and not planing to leave until the next day.
Jezebel let her pillars carry her farther away from the ledge as she looked for any other living thing that might be on this mountain with her, she would rather know if anyone else was there before they could see her not because she wanted to judge them before meeting them but because she was a bit jumpy and clumsy sometimes especially when she was in an unknown area, and since she was on a mountain the last thing she needed was to get scared and clumsily fall of the edge.
She stopped suddenly when a smoky black stallion with brindling came into view, she noticed he was standing still like a statue and that he was truly handsome, she watched the stallion silently he seemed to be lost in thought, and she was wondering if she should go up to him or not. Just walk up to him and say hi just because he is up here alone doesnt mean he want to be left alone.....but hes so handsome he probably want want to be seen with a mare like me.... She argued with herself mentally before deciding to go say hi to him, as she walked toward the handsome stud she noticed the tribal marking on his shoulder and wondered if it was hereditary or if he was the first of his bloodline to get it not that it mattered, though she thought it complemented his coloring and markings like he would look off with out it.
She stopped a few strides away and opened her mouth only to close it again, feeling weird she opened her muzzle and said. "Hello, how are you today?" She almost slapped herself for saying the most common thing ever, though she really didn't care if she thought about it long enough because that was how her mother taught her to greet others so it was a really common thing to say for her, what else would she say 'hello sir your really handsome and im unworthy to talk to you'? no that would not happen it would be to weird.



Jezebel~3~Thoroughbred x Paint~16hh~Grullo Tobiano

OOC:Your post is amazing wish i could make such great posts. Hehe Amaro made her weird and less confident with his sexyness lol she will get over her weirdness soon i hope lol also let me know if she does something a real horse would not do and sorry if anything really does not make sense

[Dakota]

He was there for less than ten minutes when he was graced with the presence of a beautiful femmora. He let navy opticals scan over her curvature, taking in the fact that she wasn't very petite. She was at least an inch or so taller than him. Which for most part would have been a bit intimidating for other hellions, but for Amaro it was a welcome challenge. He turned his facade back to the view, smirking as she began to sidle over in his direction.

He could sense her hesitation, he couldn't see why she would unless she didn't have the confidence of the fillies he had met prior to this encounter. He couldn't blame her, he had to admit he was rather attractive. But he didn't know he had that effect on people. If he did he would have taken advantage of it waaay sooner.

Back to the matter at hand. The mare had greeted him and it was time for a response. "Positively dreadful, and you miss?" He was obviously being sarcastic, but he couldn't help but wonder if she understood his sarcasm. Otherwise he might have just scared her off, by being completely morbid.

It wasn't like it hadn't happened before. Cause it has, like once, ooor maybe twice. Fine like five times okay? Hop off my nuts bro. People just don't get my humor like they should. Maybe it's because I don't think like someone ordinary. Then again who would want to be ordinary? You gotta stand out if you want to draw attention to yourself.