flying without wings (freedom/open)

[Galloping Glory!]

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THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND[/font]

The golden lusted fae had come across the land just as reckless as her mind had been set. Stride by endless stride her power was unfaltering as the lean muscle rippled under her pelt, her head and neck poised so that she was only a fleeting image within the minds around her. Without a herd traveling about with her, the dangers had proven themselves all to well along her fate. The world around her was as dangerous as she could be, always reminding her each day that her kind wasn't well off alone but confined by the amount of bodies willing to fight it off. Yet the thought of her own freedom seemed threatened by such an idea that the fae hadn't brought herself near a herd in all of her young years since the loss of the first one she had ever had.

When the days crawled into the long cold nights, all she had was her freedom and undying spirit. Traveling land by land in need of adventure, the filly had brought herself far and wide. Never once did she ever stay long in one spot and as quickly as she found others she was fleeing the area. The need of good grazing grounds also drove her further east into lands she had not traveled. Throwing her daggers deep into the ground as her head tossed up to counter act her balance, the wind had brought a strong scent of her kind along it. She had traveled to closely to a herd and very well could pay for her actions if caught. Remaining in the clouded dust that had been thrown up in her halt, the fae flicked her ears up in some interest. Sure it wasn't wise to linger about a place she was most likely unwanted but part of her wondered what and who remained just over the hill.

ooc: kinda sucks but first posts always do.

ROCKY MOUNTAIN X MUSTANG MIX, THREE YEARS, HERDLESS

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[Freedom]

Slab

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His withers stretched to the endless sky, his bulk was impressive and intimidating. Veins and muscles pulsed under his stretched light hide. The wisp of a tail blew behind him and the short tuft of a mane tossed little. His wide clattering hooves thudded bluntly on the damp ground. The stallion's convex head bobbed in unison to his rump, but his eyes were as sweet was a fawn's. They were wide with curiosity and full of the fairest of mare's gentleness. Brown, a rich rich brown. So much depth. Though his eyes were the last thing a stranger would see. For who could look past the sheer amount of power this hulking stud held? Surely he must be a terrible beast. Out to kill. Though of course once they stood around him long enough they learned how wonderfully malleable he is.

Lords and ladies had used him for so long as a henchmen, warrior, and even a personal body-guard. Before even the powerful horses had taken hold of him, were the people. Yes, once the draft horse had been tamed. He had been used in pulling events, to see who's horse could pull the most weight. He was raised this way you see, so when he was young, he was always fit. Thus, he has always thought this to be the way of life. Stay as fit as possible, and you will survive. And so, health and power revolved so much so to keep him alive that his true self had been tucked away neatly in the back of his heart. The part of him that wished to be independent.

This place held the distinctive stench of female. Distant, but still, it made him very nervous. Why would he possibly be nervous? Because mares were so very fragile. The stud was always afraid of breaking them. Though they were some of his favorite things. Not because of looks or lust, but because of their femininity. Rest assured, not all mares were kind, or weak. Though, I'm sorry to say he couldn't quite grasp this. He was unlike many you see, he isn't the brightest of the horses, unlike so many these days.

In fact, his lack of cunning has made it easier for others to take advantage of his malleability and power. Now, his mind was elsewhere. For the mighty stag had spotted a mare. His stout ears shot upward and he almost stopped in fear of hurting her by merely looking. Deciding it would be rude to turn away now, his hindquarters worked his pulsing muscled frame over the somewhat steep, grassy, hill. "Hello there ma'am." He said as he approached her cautiously, as if expecting her to send him away again. He tried to make his massive self look smaller and less intimidating by lowering his noble head. He peered up at her, making eye-contact, not in an intrusive or aggressive way, but rather in a humble, notably steady way.

His secret wish whenever the stallion spotted a mare was to protect her. Sure, he had seen many females, but he'd never been allowed to have one of his own. Not even be alone with one. It was very conflicting as you may notice, to want to protect so strongly, but also to be afraid of hurting. Then of course all his past masters had informed him never to go near one of their herd mares. It only led him to the assumption that he was indeed very dangerous to the females. Which then again tortured him. Yes, to simply see a mare tore his heart out. It made him want to run to her and protect, then feel afraid and shy from her, thinking he would accidentally injure the lady. As for love? He'd never heard of it. Though he did believe in it.

ooc: Haha, I have a lot of muse for him. Ain't he cute? ^.^

:: Slab :: 4 yrs :: Suffolk Punch x Belgian x Percheron :: 18hh :: Palomino :: Remarkably gentle brown eyes :: Isn't very bright ::

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[Galloping Glory!]

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Lowering her gaze somewhat to the grassy haven in which the hill provided, the wind had been quite forgiving. It carried the many scents about her, keeping her well aware of who was there and who was coming. For that moment in time, the fae wanted to lower her herself to it and roll in a relaxing manner but yet it wasn't her land to do so. Others may take offence at her way and with many against one her odds wouldn't favor, no they would dwindle in a matter of seconds. Life wasn't as easy going as hers. It was full of wonders and endless mysteries in which needed to be discovered. Allowing her muzzle to brush up against a few blades of grass, her nares took in the everlasting fresh scent of grass. Something that was hard to find in abundance due to the summer's harsh sun. However, before she could fully indulge herself a voice brought her attention back forward.

Instantly the filly had taken her normal stance to pose herself not as a threat but as someone who held their own ground. Azra would forever hold that ground. It was within her mind, body and spirit to be a strong as she could be. There was nobody else to protect her and no other who breathed her name. As the form of a rather tall, strong, yet proud stallion came about the top of the hill, Azra couldn't help but to look him over. It was in a mare's instincts to look a stallion over, size them up and put them on a radar for future reference yet, Azra's mind never worked the same way. Freedom was something she had obtained and had been given for her travels and unwillingness to settle within a herd. Tilting her head slightly to the side, finding the stallion somewhat charming, the fae simply snorted toward his words. She wasn't ever the one for manners but then again, she hadn't had a herd to teach her.

"Ma'am?" Azra chuckled, tossing her head somewhat until her long flaxen florelock covered one side of her face. "Stallion, you must be mistaken. I am just a wondering fae, not ma'am." As she said this, she brought herself to assume that she wasn't threatened at the moment. It had been just one stallion and possibly the herd's leader. There was nothing to be cautious of, yet. Not allowing her dark gaze to break from him just yet, a playful expression crossed her kissers as she gracefully moved forward in a natural smooth gait only to come within a foot of him. His size overlooked that of her own and his muscles had been well defined to show what power he was created of. While her body had been suited to speed, stamina, and sure footing used mostly within the mountains, he was made of pure power. Something that normally would be intimidating but to a young female like herself, it was a game. A challenge. "I didn't think this was herd land. I must be mistaken."

ROCKY MOUNTAIN X MUSTANG MIX, THREE YEARS, HERDLESS

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[Freedom]

Slab

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The mare was about to begin grazing, when she picked her head up at his rumbling words. If he had gotten to know females better he would have picked up on her being an obviously strong girl. One to hold her own. He however, was much more likely to bend to another's will. And he, not having known females well, thought her to be just as fragile as any other mare. Her confidence caught him slightly off-guard. And he stammered out a response, trying to figure out what would make the stranger or Regenade happy. Or maybe even both. "Um... Er, sorry m-" He cut himself off and frantically began another sentence. "I mean... Lady." He just couldn't bring himself into calling someone else a fae. Why? His manners, but why his manners didn't allow the word was a mystery. Hopefully she wouldn't hate him for it.

She seemed pretty friendly, though his intelligence on the matter didn't extend any further. However, her next move scared him stiff. That smile on her face was suspicious, he couldn't help but notice the swiftness of her gait as she moved closer. He yearned to pull her close and shield her from the world, then he would remind himself of how dangerous he was to her and that he would probably end up killing her by accident. Therefore, freezing him in position. No frantic look tainted his expression, for he was always oddly steady. Though he didn't hold back his fear from his expression, it just wasn't obvious and bright.

She was so close to him! After realizing a moment later that she hadn't been hurt yet, he began breathing again. He hadn't even realized that he had been holding his breath in the first place. She was so, pretty. She was strong in another way, a way he had only noticed from certain horses in past herds. Very fast horses, very lean indeed. So she was fit, like him. A thought trickled through his relatively thick head as he wondered if she was as much a 'jock' as he. Though, what did you use quickness for? Yes, it was quite obvious, though I did say he wasn't the brightest.

It was a moment later when he realized she had spoken. His deep graveled voice came out steady and gentle, "Yes, this is the Fen. Home of queen Regenade and many others." He practically cooed to her, she was close enough for her to hear him anyways. And he was slowly beginning to feel more comfortable so close to her. She was warm, though a good three or so hands shorter than himself, her presence felt good. He wanted to close his eyes and rest his chin on her. She was the perfect height for that. Like a table... Though of course, he could never, especially not now, not right when they had first met. He felt sure he would simply crush her, and break her in half if he did.

"You said you were a traveler...?" He said it half out of longing and half out of trying to keep the conversation going. Maybe to keep it from being awkward. Wonder what she will do now... The thought blinked through his mind like his fast-beating heart. It was odd, how scared you could be of being too strong.

"Speech"

:: Slab :: 4 yrs :: Suffolk Punch x Belgian x Percheron :: 18hh :: Palomino :: Remarkably gentle brown eyes :: Isn't very bright ::

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[Galloping Glory!]

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Azra had brought herself to the conclusion that the male before her hadn't been the brightest stallion she had ever seen, if any at all. In comparison to Story Teller, it hadn't faired much for the opposite sex. Just the way he held himself alone expressed everything to her. The way he tensed, the way he held his breath and the way he watched her. It was as if he had never seen a mare before. Surely if he was apart of a herd he had seen plenty of others, maybe even have a mate and a few foals running about with his blood running through their veins. To think of foals was a quite bizarre thing to be running through a mind of a filly of her age but then again her body was changing to fit the role as it did with all her age. Pricking her ears forward with growing interest, Azra couldn't help but to be captivated by the moment. It was as if she had control over the massive creature before her with just her presence alone.

"So this is herd land. Shame." She confirmed herself mostly, glancing around the stallion's blocky body in order to see if any others had followed him over the hill. To her luck, none had. "And what do they call you, stallion?" Azra questioned once she had brought her gaze back to him once more with all the confidence in the world that any young horse of her age would have. As the filly awaited her answer, her thick neck outstretched so that her muzzle would base outside of his. Not in any intimate manner but one of getting a good scent. If he ever came within her reach, she would instantly be able to pick him up by remember his scent alone. It was one of the things that made her able to defend herself for so long. Scents were the key to survival. Taking in a soft bit of air, the filly pulled her head away so that she could have a better look out on the land in case other arrived swiftly. She wanted to make sure she was in charge of the moment and able to defend herself if needed be.

Yet, it was strange to be around the likes of another, asides Story Teller once more. "Yes, you could say I am a travler. I like to call myself the wind for I follow it wherever it goes." Azra replied as her head craned in the direction of the wind, her beautiful flaxen locks dancing within the gusts. " I was looking for a bit of good grazing when I came across this part of the lands. It's getting scarce with the heat in some areas.." She continued as her dark endless eyes drifted to the grass below her hooves. The summer was far from over and the hardship would only test the strengths of others around her. Only the strongest survived in her world and the weak perished to return to the earth like her mother before her. The male before her had a reason he had survived for so long. His strength may have carried him and made him worthy to this herd he spoke of. "But here, it's plenty."

ROCKY MOUNTAIN X MUSTANG MIX, THREE YEARS, HERDLESS

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[Freedom]

Slab

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He was so very tense as she spoke, and his muscles tightened further when she reached her beautiful nose to his. She was sniffing him, but he couldn't seem to move in fear of crushing her. Poor brute, thinking mares to be made of thin glass sheets. Though if she wanted to smell him, who was he to make her stop? He was a slave, a henchman. He knew nothing but pleasing others, it corroded his mind into drear. The herdlands being a shame? This mare obviously lived a much different life style than he had ever dreamed of. Why in the world would it be a shame to live with others? He was one to talk... Though he didn't dare question her. Starting a fight wouldn't earn him brownie points.

His name, that he could answer. "Slab. That's my name." He said it cheerfully and light-hearted, though the rasp in his deep voice still clung. He couldn't help but stare at her, not that it was any different from any other horse, his staring that is, but she was so beautiful. He blinked those gentle eyes, realizing he was staring at her a bit too much. It made some horses nervous. Though he knew little about mares, even though he now lived in a herd of them.

She turned her head and the coils of flaxen mane twirled in the warm Summer air. He barely heard her speak and his body tensed again, trying to restrain himself from running over to her side. It was so odd, and he wondered if she had noticed his strange tensings. His sire had once said mares could read minds. Was that a joke or was it real? He pondered this for a moment before realizing that she had finished speaking.

"Wind?" He smiled sweetly at her, was that her name? Even if it wasn't he was sure the name would stick. He could refer to her as wind and no one else would get it but them... Nonsense Slab! Why would you even think that? She doesn't like you. Not one bit. You would probably kill her in the end. "Yes, the Fen is quite beautiful..." It came out before he even processed it, "Though not as beautiful as you." Instantly he regretted it. His eyes wondered down to his great big hooves and heat rose up to his face. Are you flirting Slab? Why on earth would you even think that? She's going to kick you and beat you like all your past masters. What a fool you are! His mind said.

Yes, what a fool. His heart dropped. He deserved to get beaten. That was the rudest thing he had ever said. He wasn't handsome, he could never match this lady's beauty. Had he become a slut? He had heard of them before. It was only the fourth ma'am he had talked to. He felt so ashamed. Hopefully she missed it. Yes, maybe he said it too quiet and it simply blew away with the breeze...

"Speech"

ooc: Oh my, internal drama! :O lol

:: Slab :: 4 yrs :: Suffolk Punch x Belgian x Percheron :: 18hh :: Palomino :: Remarkably gentle brown eyes :: Isn't very bright ::

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"Slab?" The female mused shifting her dainty weight evenly upon all fours as she tilted her head ever so slightly to the right. Even at that point her rounded shoulders and hindquarters bore the thick muscle that expressed she had been far from breakable. Even at that point in her life she hadn't come across such a name or even one that was proud to indulge in such a name. What mother would dare name her colt Slab despite his massive size and build? "So I see." Azra's voice rang out against the soft sounds of grass bowing the the wind, her head returning to it's natural position of poise. ' My name is Azra," She quickly added, not truly wanting to give out her name willingly though it had seemed he wasn't the one to fret having it obtained. It was be something she was worth risking at the moment. Maybe he wouldn't be to eager to share it with his herd or lead stallion. Just maybe. "But you can call me wind if you like." With that Azra couldn't help but to smile as she turned herself toward the wind fully, the sun running along her golden dapples and the ever gold sheen taking it's course.

It was strange for her kind to be golden for her mother had been a dark chocolate brown, rare even but it had been thanks to her estranged sire. Her mother had always called her sun kissed. She could vaguely remember her mother smiling down upon her saying she had been blessed by the equine gods with a daughter kissed by the sun itself. Maybe it was what fueled the fire in her soul and her endless need to travel. Either way, Azra was herself and like no other. Listening to his words, her hazel eyes had drifted upon their surroundings briefly only to come upon the stallion once more. She had seen more beautiful lands but she couldn't bring herself to focus upon that directly. The pale golden color of the stallion brought her attention forward and on him only. He was quite the attractive one though he didn't fully make himself out to be. Slab must have not been a leader after all, for he hadn't done the one thing she would have expected him to do.

Corral her as property. The dainty ears upon the top of her noble head pricked forward as the last set of words spilled from his kissers. She had been called beautiful before and for whatever reason, but coming from his mouth was something of interest. It wasn't like any other word coming from any other stallion. This truly captured her and with that, a side she had never experienced began to emerge. "I wouldn't say beautiful. I've seen more beautiful faes." As his eyes wondered toward the ground, Azra simply smiled before moving forward. It was an act like no other made by her as she began to move in a flirtatious gait, proudly displaying her swift movement toward the shelter of the nearest set of trees. If he was to follow was up to him.

azra, three years, mare, golden dappled chocolate brown, rocky mountain/american mustang, nomadic[/font] [/justify] [/color]

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She seemed, almost thrown off by his name. Others had barely cared nor heard him. They only remembered what to call him when they needed his service or to assassinate someone. Do their dirty work. She tilted her head suddley and replied. Her name sounded almost foreign. His, so plain. He was humble to her, she could control him however she saw fit until another master came along... But she didn't seem all too interested in that. Fool! You've already gotten a master. The very queen of these parts! He had quite forgotten before his mind reminded him.

He could call her wind? Would that be too unruly and impolite? She didn't want him to call her, 'ma'am.' Perhaps this could work as a half way point. It sure pleased his mind. It was exactly what he wanted, to have a little nickname for a gorgeous mare... Even if their relationship wasn't allowed by his masters... What are you thinking? Your just a henchman. A chess piece. If she actually grows on you, you'll just have to leave her in the end. He hurriedly pushed his conscience away. He couldn't think about that, not now anyways. "Alright then Wind. I think that fits you well. Though the sun surely has to be jealous of your brilliance." he said, taking note of her stance and referring to her bright coat and personality.

The thing she did next surprised him. It made him fearful at first, then realize her flirtatious gait. Was she leaving him with that? Would he ever see her again? Perhaps he was meant to follow? He took one step, unsure of himself. In the heat of the moment he went with his gut and began a slow, steady lumbering walk. The muscles in his shoulder stretched and flexed in time with his rump. His draft horse neck even shone with power, though grace didn't flow through him, only his heavy lumber. The scrap of a tail he had, hung lifelessly behind him and his tuft of a mane blew slightly backward, he wasn't half a golden and lean as she, but he was one giant mound of muscle and power. A leader or fierce horse given that amount of strength would have the world wrapped around his finger, but Slab could never bring himself to it. Some said he was too dumb, others said he was like a dog, always needing a master to answer to.

"Speech"
conscience

:: Slab :: 4 yrs :: Suffolk Punch x Belgian x Percheron :: 18hh :: Palomino :: Remarkably gentle brown eyes :: Isn't very bright ::

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"The sun?" The beautiful fae called over her shoulder, stopping shortly within the first group of trees that had only begun to cast her shade. Azra couldn't help but to laugh at the stallion's words, for he acted like he had never seen any other like her at any point of his life. Didn't he have a herd with a few beautiful mares built within it's system? The system she wouldn't find herself built within due to her constant affair with freedom. " Slab, you think so highly of those around you and even when you hardly know anything about them." She chuckled before ducking into the trees as if it had been the only thing she had ever called home. It wasn't long before his steps had fallen in line behind her, alerting that he was following her. Just the thought of a stallion following her out onto her own turf was enough to create the butterfly effect within her chest. By that point most turned around to return to their herds yet this one did not.

Was it his intelligence level or was it purely wanted. Stepping over a few fallen limbs, her legs carrying her gracefully over any obstacle that had come in her way, it wasn't long until she had paused in a clearing. The clearing was beautiful as the sun glimmered down through the protection of the trees. It was the only spot within the forest that had obtained such a beautiful spot to linger though danger could be lurking around the corner. "Either way, the sun has nothing to be jealous of. I am just a wondering travel looking for some purpose of my life." She continued to speak out against the silence of the forest before turning to face the direction in which Slab was traveling in. "I cannot be compared to something so grand and high." With that being said and her forelock sweeping over the right side of her face, the mare simply stood there adoring the site before her. The proud round stallion whom had dared follow her every move. It was almost flattering.

ooc: internet is problematic but this is cute!

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