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 Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2014 1:36 pm
 For a moment, she wasn't certain what she was going to do. She huffed irritably at everything around her. This was absolutely boring. The world in general. She flicked her tail behind her, her ears swiveling slightly. What was the point of this? Everything around her was boring, and the last person she had tried to claim as her own had been a total flake. They didn't even last the first week! She ruffled her fur slightly, before moving forward and up the mountains again. Her hooves brushed rocks, and pushed herself forward and up farther into the mountains. She wove between the rocks, eventually getting onto a more flat surface, her tail giving another flick. Sometimes it was a good thing being very mountain goat like. Her fur seemed to blow slightly in the wind.
The mare paused when she thought she heard something. Her ears swiveled, and she paused to paw at the ground for a moment. It didn't take her long to take notice of the trees not to far from her location. So she wasn't high enough up to hit the treeline. She shook out her fur, before moving forward and toward the trees. She moved cautiously, before finally getting into the trees. She leaned her head up, sniffing at the plants, before leaning up and nibbling at some of the leaves before dropping back down. She glanced around cautiously, her eyes frantically tracing the area.
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 7:25 am
 The stallion yawned. He was stretched out on a small rocky outcrop, the sun warming his brown pelt. He turned his head this way and that, scraping his antlers against the rocky behind him, his stubby tail gently swishing as he did so. The noise from the scraping of the antlers echoed around him, but as he thought he was alone he didn't mind it much.
He settled again, then flicked an ear, and then lazily snapped at the fly that he had dislodged from his ear as it flew across his face. His ear itched now and so with a head tilted downwards, he raised one of his hind, cloven hooves and scratched away at it like a big dog. That done, he settled again, yawning once more. It was a nice day for a nap, and the sun was making him sleepy, he shut his eyes, attempting to take a sleep.
Kuusamo's eyes were only shut for a moment before he thought he heard something, and as they slid open again, he looked around, trying to see what it was he had heard. Possibly the leaves of the nearby trees moving in the wind? he thought to himself, trying to see through the branches for any signs of movement that couldn't be blamed on the wind.
He couldn't see anything for definate, but despite wanting to know if there was anyone there, he was very comfortable and instead called out;
'Hello?'
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 6:44 pm
Taisiya, for lack of a better term, did not enjoy this at all. She did not enjoy the fact that she was alone, nor the fact that the treeline was so thick. It was rather frustrating, and she was beginning to lose what little patience she had left. The Talbuk frowned, her ears laying black flat against her skull as she glared around the mountain terrain. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She breathed out a sigh, the movement like a breath of warm air in the cool of the mountain top. She needed to figure out just what she was going to do with the rest of her life. If she was just going to linger up on mountains and scare off potential "lovers" then.. well... she would need to figure out a way to at least get what she wanted out of them, right? The mare glanced up some at the thick trees, staring some before letting out a frustrated snort. No. No she couldn't just sit here. She needed to find someone that she could "settle down" with. Someone that she could have as her own treasured stallion and flaunt just how perfect he was. And if that meant weaseling her way in, then she would do it! She stomped a hoof into the ground, hearing the loud crack when it hit stone. Yes. She would.
And then she heard something. A voice? This high up the mountain?
Taisiya paused in her internal rant, her head swiveling to face the direction the voice had come. Her ears perked up, pointing and shifting slowly to try and decipher where it had come from. Perhaps she was hearing things on the wind; birds cries carried a long way up here. But she could have swore it said "Hello". And birds didn't just speak hello to the wind, now did they? She tilted her head slowly, and then started to move back down the mountain; cloven hooves pressing rocks and grass down in her way. Golden orbs narrowed slightly as she walked, trying to see farther ahead than she was able in case it was some form of danger. But no, no it wasn't. And when she saw the stallion, she couldn't help but gawk slightly. He was perfect. Very much so perfect. An actual buck in the mountains! Not some wanna be small Soquili with a passion for mountain flowers. No. He was a buck and he had been sharpening his horns ( or that is what she thought, anyways ). Her eyes flickered over him for a moment longer, before she breathed out a small gasp, and took a few quiet steps forward. She didn't want to startle the buck, after all. And some would be startled by the small crack of a branch. "Hello to you as well!" She called in an almost sing song voice. May as well act sweet, right?
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