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 Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 1:28 pm
 The dark stallion with bright markings moved across an open plain, the ground, softened by rain, molding to his steps as mud clung to the fur on his legs. Every now and then, he'd use his tail to swat at some foolish mosquito that had risked it's life for a tiny taste of his blood. Rain seemed to always bring the pests out.
His acidic green eyes lifted to the sky, eying the retreating dark clouds. Leaving behind the shining sun and a bright blue sky. This did nothing to lighten his sullen mood.
No, it wasn't sun that he needed. What he needed, was some company.
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 1:44 pm
However, fortune played it's role in combatting loneliness and dark moods. Where Zyanya grazed for the moments was the very field the dark stallion was in, and he was approaching her, even if he didn't know it, due to the small hills that blocked them from view of eachother. Without thought on having some rather abrupt company, Zyanya's careful grazing continued as she tried to get used to the muddyness of the new lands. She had never experienced mud until now, nor did she often feel rain in her mane. Strange, these lands are..
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 5:55 pm
The dark stallion began to climb a near by hill, cursing as his hooves slid in the mud and grass. He felt grimy, and dare he think it, unappealing with his mud stained legs. When his pelt was sleek and shiny, surely no mare could resist him. But like this, they'd probably see him as a child that took a romp in a mud puddle instead of stunning creature that he is.
Thankfully there was a creek nearby. He could splash off and then seek out a lovely mare for company. Maybe even...
As Hermes reached the top of the hill, his thoughts came to a screeching halt. His gaze instantly latching onto the slender, and obviously feminine, form that grazed down below.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 3:57 pm
Zyanya continued her idle grazing as the young stallion took glance of her. Zyanya herself, was turned the opposite way, and the hair covering one of her eyes, for whatever reason, was not helping her notice the stallion staring down at her. Despite this, the sun shining was making certain she was very distinct against the grass. Her light blue coat held no camoflague in such a green area, though back in the icelands it was perfect. Shiny, dark blue markings too, were no help in keeping her out of eyes way. In these places she practically stood out like a sore thumb.
To say the least, that hadn't helped Zyanya out very well before, particularily when she entered these strange lands, but she could not change the colors of her coat, the very coat she had inherited from the father she never knew. She couldn't take back the past, but then again, Zyanya wouldn't, even if she could. Was it strange to follow your heart in these new lands? Only time would tell.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 7:43 am
The mud that coated the stallion's legs was instantly forgotten the moment his acidic green eyes landed on the mare below. Black lips pulled back in a grin, showing a flash of white teeth, as he looked over what he could see from his position. She lacked all of the exquisite colors that made up his pelt, but blue was a nice color too.
As he began to make his way towards the mare, he switched on his usual charm, thinking that this would be like any of his other excursions with the ladies. He really did not know just what he was stepping into.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 1:24 pm
Zyanya lifted her head once she felt hoofbeats to the earth. While the vibrations were more prominent on the ice, Zyanya had gotten used to feeling them within the earth too. Sound made their way into her wary ears as she turned her one ocean eye toward the stallion that approached. Not even moments passed before she could tell his aim, and read his eyes. She was a target now, of a stallion seeking company, likely of the female variety, in a way Zyanya was mostly uninterested. Without a word, Zyanya simply returned to her grazing as the stallion continued, primarily uninterested, and not expecting anything. She got along fairly well with his type, though to say the least, she more often than not didn't meet their expectations in reaction.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 11:49 am
If Hermes had been paying attention, and not letting his ego cloud over his mind, he'd have noticed the lack of interest in the mare's gaze during the brief moment that she had watched him. That lack of spark always found in the eyes of the young mares that easily got caught up in his good looks, and then were swept by his pretty words. But he was to far gone in his world, a world where he was irresistible to all.
Flashing his best smile upon drawing closer, the stallion prepared to initiate his favorite dance. "Good afternoon."
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 8:42 am
Zyanya picked up her head lightly as the stallion spoke to her. Turning so her silver locks fell onto the other side of her neck, she replied in a simple tone, blinking her only visable eye. "Good afternoon to you too." A short harmony she had with the air. While Zyanya was not one for speech, she spoke as if she did everyday and naturally so. She was not to be rude, and spoke only out of being polite, fairly uninterested still in the stallion whom she could read so easily. Zyanya was interested in things she did not know, things that couldn't be tamed or controlled, such as the wind and the water. She gazed at the stallion quite blankly, waiting for him to continue, as she expected he would.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 12:04 pm
That was certainly not the kind of greeting Hermes had been expecting. Where was the flirty undertones? That seductive 'come hither?' Or the shy giggle and stutter?
Hermes' black ears pinned back out of bafflement as he eyed the mare like she was a foreign object. Perhaps she just hasn't gotten a good eye full yet...
"Quite a storm we had, wouldn't you agree?" He mentally chided himself for coming up with such a lame topic to start with. He could do better, he knew he could. "Though, you seem to have weathered it well. Much better than myself."
He lifted a mud covered leg for emphasis.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 3:06 pm
Zyanya stared idlely at the stallion as she saw the shock and baffled way Herme's acted after her greeting. The way he looked at her failed to faze her at all. Afterall, she was technically a foreign object. She had come from up north, and failed to know the traditions of these lands, but then again, her social behavior was foreign to plenty. "Indeed. I was protected by the forest nearby." She answered, her tone of voice still devoid of anything the stallion would probably expect from other mares. She had a completely neutral air to her, showing no real interest nor uninterest in the stallion, though it was a pretty polite sort of presence. Glancing down at the mud covered legs of the stallion's she nodded her head toward alittle further down the field. "There is a water source nearby you can wash up in that I visited earlier." She informed, blinking at the stallion, a slight curious glimmer in her eye as she tilted her head to the side abit.
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 7:26 pm
Still nothing. Hermes couldn't help but feel flabbergasted. Maybe she's not into stallions...
"Water source?" Why doesn't she just say lake or stream? He glanced in the direction that the mare had indicated. It wouldn't be a bad idea to wash off. The mud was beginning to dry, and it was beginning to feel real uncomfortable. "Alright, thanks."
Though he wanted to wash his legs, he didn't want to leave the mare's presence. He wasn't ready to give up on her just yet, not without a fight. And if he were to leave, there'd be no guarantee that she'd still be here upon his return.
"I'm not so good with directions at time," flashes one of his most charming smiles, "mind showing me the way?"
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