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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 10:49 pm
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The dark stallion shook out his wild mane, the feathers fluttering and falling back down. A part of him, the part that his father had suppressed, worried for his sister and his niece. He was sure that his sister was dead by now; Duskai had always been a little too quiet for his liking. And Kaidus... well, nothing could be said for her. She hated him, and he knew that part of his mind his father had suppressed, she was very valid in her hatred.
That part, however, was not ruling Dradneos this stormy night. He was out looking for a pretty little girl to woo, a wench persay. The dark stallion almost blended in with the darkness, except for the white marks covering him. He stepped lively, but not gingerly; there was almost a predatory aspect to his movements.
He smelled the mare before he properly saw her. She was on the ground, probably to wait out the storm, with almost ivory white hair. White hair... like Duskai... like his mother. His father's voice came into his ears, saying that white manes were not a good things, but he ignored them. This mare reminded him of his sister.
She would do nicely.
Dradneos stood over the mare some what, to block some of the rain. "Lost, are we, Little Mouse?" he said smoothly, his grey eyes sparking in the lightning.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 7:16 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 7:12 pm
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Ah fear.
It was one of those little changes in scent and change and stance that turned Dradneos into a more predatory stallion. There were two possibilities for what could happen: 1. the mare could run and Dradneos would have the thrill of the hunt, or 2. she could freeze in place, like she was, and he could get to her much easier.
He hoped for the second possilibility. It was raining and he really didn't want to have to get her all muddy running.
The stallion chuckled softly and slowly started to circle her. "Yes, Little Mouse. I wouldn't think one such as you would be sleeping in the rain... You might get cornered by a Kalona, or one of those vicious pelted horses, or someone like us, but just as nasty," he said, his voice loud enough for her to hear, but with a touch of something else and smooth. He chuckled to himself; he most definately was not the one she was going to want to meet in a dark forest again. He wouldn't hurt her, just play with his 'Little Mouse' a bit.
The mare was a fine specimen, by his eye. Not a lot of markings to get in the way of his own, and just enough variation in the coat for some rather interesting young, so long as they looked like him, of course.
He smiled at her. Get the wench comfortable with you then claim her. They usually didn't like it if it went the other way. He paused, grey eyes sparking, and inclinding his head in greeting.
"I apologize, I was terribly rude. I haven't even introduced myself yet. I am Dradneos," he said with true eloquency, but no real respect behind it. This mare was going to be his for a long as she would produce good heirs for him. After that... He believed the two legger frase was "S.O.L."?
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 7:56 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 7:39 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 7:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 8:35 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 11:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 4:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 9:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 7:11 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 2:30 am
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What did he want? Oh what indeed. That stallion smiled down at her, sensing her giving in, his job done. He had, effectively, tamed the mare from running from him, and she was giving in. While not the most exciting way to go about the process, it was indeed the safest.
In a completely sincere voice, with no freaky stalker tones or anything, he said, "You are a fine specimen of a mare, Little Mouse. Your pelt is not too over cluttered with markings, and your hair, while it is white, is not overly colorful. You have spunk as well, something I like in a mare." He looked down at her, and caught her eyes with his, the sincerity showing through them.
"The truth is, I want you to be the mother of my foals. I must have my markings live on, you see, for my father bedded my mother for the same reason. If you produce me good heirs, which I highly suspect you will for you are a fine mare, I will stay with you," he said to her. Dradneos may be a twisted, crazy stallion, but he meant what he said. Any threatening presence was gone for the stallion, leaving on a desire old as time, and a question in the air.
"I will be good to you, Little Mouse, even if I give off the impression I won't. That is just... how I am."
A warning hung in the air however, silently unspoken: "If you do not produce me good heirs, wench, I will leave you."
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 5:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 6:55 pm
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