Deja Vu to You! [Dakota]

[Freedom]

[atrb=width,575,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=040800] The steady clacking of wide hooves echoed over the deep twisting tunnels. His wides shoulders brushed roughly against the unfamiliar cavern walls. This wasn't like the Saint's wide well-worn and smooth rock surfaces. It was, bumpy and unknown. It had obviously not been traveled a great deal. Though paths did occasionally snake their ways diagonally across the tunnel floor, as if traveled often. Getting deeper into the crushing blackness did not frighten him. It was all too nice, the coolness of it. He was escaping the searing Summer heat of day. Not to mention the bugs. Though, it was somewhat boring. Walking that is. He wasn't particularly going anywhere. His dark tail swished lazily over his hawks as he came a to a wide opening in the cave. Blinking his blue eyes he realized he could see. How could he see in the dark? Oh, of course, there was a small crack snaking its way across the crumbling ceiling that lit up the opening just enough to see a fare ways away. How convenient. The sun beamed through the crack like some sort of overly-happy freak. It annoyed him. He had traveled how many feet underground for this? Caves where supposed to hide himself from the light. With a loud huff the stag began his way to the far side of the opening, giving the sunlight a wide girth. His withers and rump bobbed in un-orderly rhythm with each stride. "Speech" Tags;; Dakota! Muse;; Good Notes;; Sorry for the really short post, I didn't really know what to do lol... || Warlord || Stallion || Seven || Percheron x Orlov Trotter || Dapple Grey (Passed onto Foals) || Black moon on shoulder || 16'1hh || Blue eyes || Respectable || Strong ||

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[Dakota]

[atrb=width,550,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=105611] With her slender boa arched, the mare shook her crown, wavy ebony threads floating aloft in the faint summer breeze. Nares flared revealing pink inners as a snort of amusement left her. She had been observing the mouth of the cave for nearly ten minutes when someone had finally come along. No it wasn't just anyone, but a familiar someone. Warlord. The private first class in the saints, that she knew about oh so well. He had managed to evade her presence for more than a year or so. That was acceptable no longer, for she was going to interrupt his peace and alone time for her own selfish reasons. Even if they really only had rather brief conversations when they saw each other she had become rather fond of him. But that was over a year ago. Things changed and now here they where practically strangers. That wouldn't do. She slinked her way into the gave through the shadows, her clouded rump shimmered with the different shades of grays and whites. Twin soldiers were called to attention as the dappled stud came into site. She batted her thick lashes obscuring the view through stormy lanterns. "Have you been avoiding me? . . . Warlord." She halted at a few feet from the mouth of the cave. Knowing full well that he would hear her. The light creeped in from the opening making her look like a silhouette against the light and scenery. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- mare - friesian x alter real - seven - black - grey eyes - 15.3 hh . operator for the saints . mother of Nissa

[Freedom]

[atrb=width,575,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=040800] The faint brush and loud clatter of a horse behind him told the stag that there was another behind him. Then, the hooves stopped, and in replacement came the sound of her voice, it echoed over the cave like drifting water. It sounded, oddly, familiar. Though obviously, by the words she said, he had previously known her. Before turning to see her face, he pondered who she was. Giving up, the dapple turned his thick, dark dappled frame around to fully look at her. Her face seemed rather familiar. The mare's dark pelt was fringed in the back lit light from the outside sun, her features could not be distinguished because of the large shadow over her face. "Nayeli." he said with genuine curiosity. "Of course I haven't avoided you. What have you done to make me want to?" He was half-surprised with his own sudden knowledge of her name. Hopefully that was her name, if it wasn't, well that might be a bit strange. Where had he been? Wondering around, slinking around at night, working for power. Well, currently he had been breeding with at least four mares this Spring. Though that wasn't exactly a good conversation starter. Unless she was indeed a slut. Which he was even doubting a slut would like to hear about. "Speech" Tags;; Dakota! Muse;; Okay... Notes;; Sorry for taking so long! I've got a lot of threads going on. And WOW, I'm sooo sorry this is such a short sucky post! || Warlord || Stallion || Seven || Percheron x Orlov Trotter || Dapple Grey (Passed onto Foals) || Black moon on shoulder || 16'1hh || Blue eyes || Respectable || Strong ||

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[Dakota]

[atrb=width,550,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=105611] Satisfaction overwhelmed her, he too remembered their previous encounters. A smile creeped upon her features as he answered her. "You got a mate, the common mare Norml right? I assume you don't mix business with pleasure, huh?" She smirked again, pleased with her own knowledge of saints news. Of course she would know what was going on, even the mares that were up in the ranks gossiped within their cliques. Even if Nayeli wasn't into their female drama she heard the gist of things. Nayeli had recently rejoined the saints, taking up the position of private first class, alongside Warlord. Maybe in hopes of getting closer with him, but with all the scrambling around the saints do it wasn't very likely. It wasn't that she really cared all that much but with her shortage of friends it was worth a try to get to know him again. What she did next was like insuring that she wouldn't get brownie points with Norml. But hey, who doesn't get friendly with old friends right? She took a few almost silent steps forward closing the steps between them reaching her muzzle to the space where his cheekbone met his neck. She let her lips skitter along the edge of his cheekbone for a moment before lifting her head to one of his harks. "Being tied down isn't too fun is it." She said in a barely audible whisper. She wanted to tempt him, to test him. Just to get a reaction. She could protect herself and even if he did it would probably be a interesting action. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- mare - friesian x alter real - seven - black - grey eyes - 15.3 hh . operator for the saints . mother of Nissa

[Freedom]

[atrb=width,575,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=040800] Their conversation would by complicated. Overly so. No one but them could truly understand the thin glass wall that stood between the two. A wall that had slowly built up after the incident with Dragon. For once the two had been lovers... He paused before speaking, a certain air of gentleness passed over him in his next wording. Not quite a dangerous calm, but a side of him no one had seen so much of a flicker of. Though he kept it controlled, ready to flick it into a venomous retort. "She's not exactly a mate. I couldn't... Not since Dragon." He trailed off and his eyes could no longer fully make eye-contact, forcing his piercing blue eyes to wander from her. She could never understand how it hurt him, though of course he would never admit it. "Not mate exactly anyway. It's what you would call a 'lose relationship.'" He said curtly, regaining some of his old sternness, though his eyes were still having trouble with eye-contact. Why did she want to bring up Norml? He felt like he was cheating on her. Though didn't they both regularly do that? Wasn't this black mare his original lover? Was it a crime? Why was his mind suddenly spinning? Turning cross, he told himself to shut up and remember his training. Though they had never told him anything about mares and love. Love? No, too soon to think of that, much too soon... Though her next move surprised him on the inside, he kept his cool. He felt her living skin on his neck and he half closed those menacing blue eyes. Her breath swept into his ear and a smooth reply came from his dappled mouth. "Like I said, it's more of a, 'lose relationship' type." The moment of being a , 'good boy' and thinking about not cheating had totally passed. Norml didn't even flicker in his mind's eye. He could only remember life with Nayeli in this split moment. That, and of course, power. He would tell her about that later. He slowly released a tense breath and flicked one of his dark ears back uncertainly. How had she changed? Was she just using him? Maybe he should step back and seek what really lurked under her mysterious grey eyes. Though every inch of his body told him to forget, and move in rhythm to her. "You've joined the Saints I hear." He said in a quiet, yet slightly less-intoxicated drawl, not quite sure of her yet. Though hadn't they been serious before? Well, that's what he had thought. Until Dragon. Thinking of the past, reminded him of another, Bones. Where had she gone off to? So many questions. Whatever happened to one single goal of power? Mares just seemed to crawl on him nowadays. "Speech" Tags;; You Muse;; Good Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by Wicked Sama; all images are copyright to their rightful owners || Warlord || Stallion || Seven || Percheron x Orlov Trotter || Dapple Grey || Black moon on shoulder (Passed onto Foals) || 16'1hh || Blue eyes || Respectable || Strong ||

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