Lie in Prowl [JEZZY]

[Freedom]

[atrb=width,575,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=040800] The dust settled with the night as the sturdy wild stallion made his way through the bottoms of the deep dark canyons that were usually so full of light. So full of the sun, the terrible terrible sun. Not to mention unbearable heat. Yes, he liked it much more here, cradled in night's shivering, cold, dead hands. Yes, it was so dead here, yet, it was remarkable how much the dead moved. No, not literally. 'Dead' as in the night creatures. The wolf, the raccoon, the cats, and the deer. They were restless it seemed. Almost as restless as the dappled stud. He stalked in the same quick quietness, he moved in the same stealth, but he had no reason. No, Warlord simply did. In continuing his trek, his skin slid smoothly over his muscles. Though most remarkable was the black moon on his shoulder. It was as if the wild horse had become such a nocturnal creature that the moon itself had settled down on his hide. He came out of the twining caves only at night, to feed and drink. To call in the night to the stars, to stir trouble. Yes, just like that big moon up there. Only, he didn't illuminate light. If anything, he shied from it. A perfectly pitch black scene of a muscled wild draft stallion making his way through the bottom of a canyon. A canyon that had been so full of heat and dust hours ago, now seemed cool and almost cold with its stone floor and walls. His step was deliberate, it held a sense of authority, though no one was around for him to demand it from. His shoulders bulged with with his stout step, and his large hooves clacked quietly under him, "The night." he mumbled, barely audible. He spoke this with an obvious twist of relief. "Speech" Tags;; Jessy! Muse;; Good Notes;; Do I have something to say? || 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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[Jezzy]

[bg=a3afae][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] Dark audits flattened themselves against the grullo tobiano mares dial, as her pink tinted hooves clicked on rocks before meeting dirt, as she made her way down the path leading to the bottom of the canyon but to her disliking they continuously clicked on rocks. A loud irritated snort filled the air, as the mare wondered why in the hell she had even come this way in the first place. She ungracefully stumbled from time to time, grace was definitely not on her side ever, in fact she believed that she was the most clumsiest horse in the world, but she tried not to let that stop her from doing things, sometimes she wondered why she was clumsy when her mother and both of her sisters were very graceful. She guessed it was because she was the odd one out because her mother and sisters were all solid colors, her mother was black, and two sisters were bay both with paint dads, her dad was a grullo tobiano just like herself. She knew she was different from her family, the males were all mean and the females were stuck up and out going not to mention they were all graceful. Jezebel flattened her auds harder against her head and shook out her mane as if she thought she could shake the thoughts away but instead she found herself thinking about how her sisters used to gang up on her telling her how weird and different she was because she cared about others and helped when ever she could. What she remembered the most was when they made fun of her colors saying she was ugly because she wasn't solid in color but that wasn't her fault, and no matter how many times her mother told her that her father was evil she believed deep down that he was nice and kind hearted thats why she is so nice and caring. Those thoughts were what kept her happy and moving forward because she had nothing but the hope that not all the horses in her family were mean and stuck up. Maybe some were like her at least that would show she fits in her own family. She looked around as she started to reached the bottom of the canyon, sadly for her, her clumsiness showed up and she tripped over a rock and fell the last 3 feet landing on her side. She quickly got up and looked around hoping no one was watching, when she saw no one she sighed in relief though to be on her side it was really dark and she was much more of a day traveler. In the dark it was hard to see and to be truthful she would rather be sleeping then wondering about but since she was here she might as well look around. Jezebel made her way through the canyon stepping as lightly as she could manage while she was looking for rocks that might try to trip her, flaring her nares she smelt a stallion but could not see where he was it was far to dark for her to see anything but a few feet in front of her. "Hello, is anyone there? If there is please let me know where." Jezebel nickered looking around, a chill ran up her spin as she stopped, having a feeling someone was there hidden in the darkness. "Talking" Thinking Featuring; Jezebel~3~16hh~Thoroughbred x paint~Blue~Grullo tobiano Tags; OOC;

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[Freedom]

[atrb=width,575,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=040800] He was quite sure that he could hear her from at least ten miles away because she was so loud. Though of course, he couldn't. If he had excellent hearing he could. However, he was given at least a fifteen minute head-start as to run or stay and meet her. Instead of traveling away from the loud racket, the dark, virtually invisible, stallion stood there. Half stunned by the amount of sheer clumsiness. She had so terribly interrupted the quiet. If there was a predator around she would have died by now. His eyes widened and his ears pinned in disgust. Her call was so loud. He had completely forgotten that most horses weren't so night-oriented as he. It was painful to watch her helplessness, stumbling around. Before replying he reproachfully looked her up and down and four yards away. "I don't suppose we've met." His hide was still hidden in the shadows of night. He was still trying to decide weather or not to run away while he could from this new mare. Maybe if she saw him she'd decide for him. Thinking this, the bulky stag began his clattering footfalls towards her, into her vision. Instead of stopped in front of her, he began walking around her, as if she was some sort of prey. He was inspecting her, maybe she would make a good slave for the Saints. He was always thinking about that. Well, anything to give him more power was always good right? Nah, maybe not tonight. He was enjoying the crispness of the air all too much. He needn't go back to the caves when he could eat and stretch his muscled legs. "Speech" Tags;; You Muse;; Good Notes;; Wrote this really fast, sorry >.< and also sorry he's so mean! >:P 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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