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 Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 4:16 pm
Javera didn't believe in destiny, fate or coincidence. She believed that everything had a reason, a purpose, and a time. Today was quite simply a lovely day, probably one of the last nice fall days before winter, and likely that was the reason all these others and herself were here, today.
Javera waited patiently. Waited for the giant grey to speak. Waited while trying not to feel rather intimidated by the rather sharp, unfriendly glare of the other black. Her muscles twitched with something akin to fear and she forced herself not to show it. She would not allow herself to be seen as weak by any of the others. She would not be cowed, even if she wasn't the bravest of mares, she still had her own pride.
She had to strain her ears to hear the soft response of the grey. He was so shy, even those few words seemed almost painful. She had to laugh softly though.
"M'am? No, I'm far to young to be a m'am. It's just Javera. And it's nice to meet you Szad."
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 6:21 pm
It was rather interesting to watch them all, and to get a feel as to what exactly was going on with this strange gathering. Though it seemed, to her at least, that these mustangs must not have known each other very well. If at all. For if they had, certainly this much tension wouldn't be in the air. The flaxen-maned mare gave a flick of one of her ears, truely uncarring to this fact, especially since none of them seemed to be intent on chasing each other off. Therefore, the gathering wasn't a hostile situation, at least not from afar.
This theory was confirmed by the fact as the dark stallion cantered toward the others, closing the gap between them. Either way she looked at it, Spook had no reason to abandon her urge to meet with them, to be part of the gathering herself. With both ears flicked forward again, the muscled mare pressed onward, at a brisk trot to join their ranks.
As she drew closer, the mare couldn't help but study all that attended the gathering, the three stallions and one mare that had caught her attention. And likely the attention of most anyone in the area. For it wasn't often mustangs came together so spontaniously and in such numbers, not unless they were already a part of the Plains' vast herds. But this fact mattered not, it had happened, and thus, Spook saw no reason not to be apart of it.
Upon getting within earshot, Spook slowed and eventually came to a full halt. "Greetings", she offered, her voice full and open, despite the proud and tall way she carried herself.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 6:57 pm
Siska turned as the flaxen-maned mare came near, watching her with keen eyes. She was definitely strong, and full of pride--the sort of mustang he tended to avoid, lest he become hostile and get into a useless fight. But he held a slight admiration for her, that she was able to approach them so full of dignity, without the slightest care. She was, in a small definition, beautiful. However, Siska was not one for passion--what he felt was there in a flash, and gone even faster.
He stepped forward, coming close to the black mare. He could sense her uneasiness, and though he was not evil, he felt a sort of elation in it. He was one to be respected, and would take nothing else. He observed her closely, his defined muscles still as stone. Then raised his eyes to hers, and in his deep, strong voice, said, "I see that the day has brought many together. It is strange, though, to see so many in one place." He paused, his gaze flitting to the larger stallion, the one who smelled of raw fear. What an oaf! Did he not realize that he could easily trample any of them? Or any other predator, for that matter? What was his problem, then? It irritated Siska to no end.
He turned back to the black mare. "I am Siska. And you are?" He turned then, letting his gaze fall on every mustang present. His words were meant for all, and his eyes demanded an answer.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 9:05 pm
Tensing as the other black drew close, Javera was prepared to retreat if he proved aggressive. But any illusions she might have had as to what he might be like were shattered when he opened his mouth and spoke, in what seemed to her to be a haughty, demanding tone. If she'd had hackles, this would no doubt have caused them to be raised. But as it was, she was a polite mare, and manners dictated she respond, no matter what she thought of the other.
And also hearing the other mare speak up, well, it seemed it was time she addressed the rest of the mustangs as well. Not just the two she'd first met. Head held proudly and with dignity, she decided to answer the male first, get it over with so she could safely ignore him without it being a lapse of the manners that were drilled into her as a foal.
"My name is Javera." She hesitated a moment before adding grudgingly, "how do you do?"
Duty done in observing her manners she turned to the only other mare present. "Greetings and good day to you as well. I am Javera. What is your name?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 7:15 am
It was much easier to sate her curiousity up close than it had been from afar, the flaxen-maned mare was certain of that. Although she noticed the chestnut stallion and the large, uneasy gray stallion, her attention was focused on the two blacks nearest her. Ears still trained forward and at attention she couldn't help but compare the stallion to the mare. One obviously held strength to their build and muscle to back it up, while the other seemed more delicate and true to grace. Of course this was nature of such things, for stallions and mares that is. Either way though, they were both interesting, seeing as how they were close to the same color, and yet two completely different shades and tones. To say the least, it was fascinating.
Upon hearing the stallion speak first, Spook swiveled an ear and her whole head in his direction, catching the subtle, and not so subtle, messages behind such a voice. Of course none of what he said was meant for her, she dully noted, and thus responding wasn't expected of her. About to dismiss her attention from the black stallion to study the others, she happened to catch his introduction and inquiry, as well as his demanding gaze. Had she have been of haughty or sinfully prideful temperment, no doubt that would have irked her into action. As it was though, the flaxen remained indifferent except for her obvious curiousity, the same curiousity that had driven her to seek out this strange gathering.
Of course, it was the black mare's, Javera's, turn to speak up, and she did in such a tone Spook couldn't help but wonder. What had bothered her? No matter, it wasn't to be brought up, as it was not the flaxen's business to pry at such things. "My name's Spook", she addressed them both, for they had each asked the same question. To Javera, "Indeed, and good day as well."
Pleasantries taken care of, the flaxen settled into a more comfortable stance, relaxing her defined muscles; despite tensions still being ripe. Not that she cared, they could sort that out themselves. "Pardon the intrusion, I just had to see for my own eyes the influx of mustangs in the area. Its not very often I come across such numbers unless they already apart of a herd," she spoke, addressing both and neither one in particular at the same time. She didn't think she needed to explain further, after all, being a lone mare and encountering another's herd was never pleasant. Especially if she had no desire to join their ranks, as it was always such a hastle. Indeed, Spook had often fantasized about joining a newly formed group, one she could settle right into from the begining.
What about this group? Well, haha, she didn't quite think that's what these fellows were up to. In fact she was almost certain this little gathering had been an accident, judging by who all were present.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 7:07 pm
Szad blushed at the mare's response. He bowed his head lightly, his tensed muscles slowing his movement and making it machine like. "Err...sorry..."
Bringing his head back his eyes darted to the hill on which the newest mustang was standing. The mare moved with pride, holding herself firmly. She was strong. Then his eyes jumped over to the black stallion, glaring down at the scene. Szad's spine tingled. This stallion was the real threat. Szad's back legs moved closed to the forest behind him. He wanted to run. his mind was telling him that he had to run.
He began to shake even more. These two mustangs were now proceeding down towards him. One trotting, the other in a very brutish fashion. He seemed disgusted by something. Szad's fear grew. What was he doing? why was he staying? He was obeying his two-legger no more. He was trying to become the black mare's friend. But now she was responding to the two strangers. He could tell by her tone to the other dark stallion that she does not see him as a friend. He clenched his teeth even harder. Almost to a breaking point. His body was about to snap.
Stay.
He commanded himself. He will stay. Not just to be loyal to his bonder, but also because he did not trust this dark stallion. He was trouble. Szad could sense it. And he would not leave these horses, they could be in danger. Szad knew that even though he was not trained in combat, he was still strong. Whether it came down to sheer size, he seemed to be the strongest here. If he had to. he would fight.
But was this just bold thinking.
"Errr...excuse...me...."
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 12:38 pm
Siska gave a brisk nod as the mustangs in the group gave their introductions. Of course, the grey stallion hadn't said much of anything, but Siska trusted that he would speak in his time.
Seeing as the two mares were strong willed, and how they would not back down despite his sternness, Siska felt a willingness to relax, if only a little. Yes, he was one to be strict and cold, but he was not past being socialistic, even if it was not his nature. As long as the other horses didn't give him reason to, he would not act hostile.
"Javera," he murmured, letting the name roll over his tongue. "I am quite fine, I think."
Then he turned to the other mare, his eyes locking on hers. "Spook? A strange name, if I should say. But it is my pleasure to meet you."
Then he watched the grey stallion, his eyes falling on the quivering muscles. He seemed to be struggling with something inside, yet his fear-struck eyes remained on the other horses. Siska laughed quietly, entertained by the fact that the strongest among them was, indeed, the weakest.
"And your name, boy? Do you have one?" he inquired sharply, a slight humor to his tone. He took a step towards the other stallion, taunting him.
"Go on. Speak."
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 1:32 pm
Javera was being forced to re-evaluate her first impressions of each of the other mustangs- the black, Siska, especially. But she knew that no matter how far off her thoughts were on him, she would be very hard-pressed to find it in her to actually like him. That decided within her mind, Vera was torn between just whom she needed to pay attention to- there were no rules of manner that dictated how one should act in a situation such as this.
Unsure, she guessed it would probably be best to speak with Spook while still staying where she was to act as a sort of buffer between Szad and Siska. It was far too lovely a day for what little peace that could be found here to be shattered by one stallion's ego.
"Yes, it is rather unusual to find so many wanderers in a single place. I would hazard that it is the warmth of the day that prompts such." A wistful look crossed her face for a fleeting moment. "This seems to be a neutral area, void of herds. That is why I, at least, am here. What is your story, Spook?"
Yes, though she was fond of the peace that came from being a lone mare, there were times Javera longed for the comfort and safety of a herd. The social aspects too, but that was why she was determined to make the most of this rather rare gathering.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 10:15 pm
Figures, some of their first comments would be about her name, now wouldn't it? Spook's eerie yellow eyes continued to gaze forward, unphased even when Siska had them locked. She was a lone mare after all, capable of handling herself and not at all easily intimitated. "And my pleasure as well, Siska," she responded, shifting her weight and cocking a hind hoof in relaxation. "As for the name, my dam spooked the first time she saw me, and the name stuck." But that's enough about the past, as the flaxen offered no other information about the subject.
One ear swiveled toward the large gray's direction as she happened to catch that quiet voice of his, but for the most part Spook's attention stayed on Siska. The stallion's reaction to the mere presence of the gray giant shouldn't have caught her off-guard, after all he was a male, and male's tended to be about as dense-headed and ego-struck as a sun polished rock. Speaking from experiance, of course. Either way, Spook, fully turned to attention to the only other mare. Whatever problems arose from Siska's taunting, they'd need to deal with it on their own. Even as she thought this, a slight voice in the back of her head told her this wasn't true. She was likely to get involved whether the rational part of her mind liked it or not.
For the first time in the encounter, Spook flicked the corners of her lips upward into a make shift smile. "The warmth of the day, you say? I'd wadger that had something to do about it." Indeed, feeling the sun's ray warm her back and the cool wind tease her mane was enough to make her muscles twitch under her hide. Today was a good day for a run or tussle. "Ah, for me though, I've been in the area off and on through out the season. Curiousity got the best of me when the scents of strangers came wafting by, and I just had to check it out." That was true enough, but what she didn't say was her true reason for even being in the area for so long. That should be kept private, she thought.
The flaxen mare gave a shake of her mane then, to loosen up, followed by a friendly nudge to Javera's shoulder. Spook rather liked this black mare. "To say the least, its been interesting. Don't you think?" Now hopefully the situation wouldn't esculate between the stallions, as it would do no good to end such a rare occasion on a sour note, but she would be lying if she said some action wouldn't kill her. After all, the need to run, play, or spar was growing inside her, and the mare's twitching muscles certainly gave that away to anyone else who knew the feeling.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 5:22 pm
Szad's muscles began to relax more in his face. enough for him to open his mouth and speak much clearer, and much louder than he had previously. He wanted to seem bold. Maybe not bold, but stronger. He could see that every mustang that surrounded him, he could see it in their eyes. They thought he was weak. He was not weak. He was just shy. Terribly shy. Shy, a loner, but not weak. He was independent. He had to be. He was a lone horse. And like a lone wolf, he had to fend for himself at times. He had to know how to remain safe. He opened his mouth. His eyes sharp, focused, and glued to the black stallion.
"Szad. My name is Szad." He said with a strong voice. his real voice. Which was much bolder and louder than his shy mumble. He looked Siska straight in thee eye. His mind was still begging him to run. But he would not. He had decided. He would stand. Tall and firm. As strong as he could.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 9:30 pm
Javera was pleasantly surprised to hear the grey speak up. His voice seemed somewhat stronger than when he'd spoken to her not a moment before. Letting out a soft sigh, Javera greatfully moved closer to the other mare. It didn't seem as likely for a fight to break out, with her needing to involve herself directly. Which was a good thing. If there was one thing that Javera abhorred, it was fighting. But that wasn't to say she didn't know how to defend herself or others when needed, no. It just meant she preferred to use her wit and words to diffuse such situations, before resorting to tooth and hoof.
Curiousity was one thing she well understood, and was a constant friend. She could sense that there was more to the other mare's story than she was letting on, but she also knew it was better to let it alone and not pry. After all, she had her own scars and secrets she wasn't willing to share.
Not having many friends or being used to such gestures, 'Vera nearly startled when the other mare gave a friendly nudge to her shoulder. Muscles tensed and nearly jumped right out of her skin.
The day was nice, the tense situation was slowly diffusing, and she got a sudden urge to play. Seeing a slight tension in the other mare that spoke more to a need for action rather than anything else, a slightly devious smile crossed her face for a second. Reaching her neck out ever so slightly, she nipped Spook's shoulder and bolted.
"Tag, you're it"
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 9:53 pm
Siska was taken aback by the sudden boldness in the other stallion, and despite himself, he took a step backwards, his ears pinned back on his neck. However, the strength that it must have taken the grey to speak in such a strong voice won it's place in Siska's eyes, and his rude jaunts ceased.
"Szad. The name sounds... distant. You are not from around here..." Siska murmured, his eyes narrowed, yet not completely judging. There was now a slight curiosity in his voice, yet he still demanded his answers. However, before he found time to say anything else, the black mare, Javera, darted in front of him, making his head snap aside to follow her movements. Was there a predator? A fight? No... a game! The incompetents were playing a game!
He watched as the black mare darted away, shaking his head in disapproval. "Games are for children," he growled, rolling his eyes.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 12:19 am
Spook couldn't help but chuckle at Javera's startled reaction, but admitedly the sudden movement had made her jump as well; for she pulled her nose back almost as suddenly.
And then, as if the wind had suddenly decided to bite back against a particularly foul odor, an almost completely new sounding voice spoke up. This was not a voice she had heard before from the group, and it snagged the flaxen mare's attention. Both ears pricked as she raised her head away from the friendly black mare and turned it in the direction of the grey giant, yellow eyes fully studying him for the first time. My, my... wasn't he a looker. Not quite like any mustang she had seen before, and though his body was definatly strong, she got a certain 'gentle' feeling about him. This made her smile, a pleasant, genuinely relaxed smile. "Greetings Szad", she tossed his way, before returning her attention to Javera.
Boy! Was she in time to catch the tail-end of a devious look, before a n** came to her shoulder. Dancing backwards on light hooves and high steps, Spook watched as the other mare bolted away. Tagged?! Oh really! She'd definately get Javera back for that sneak attack! Just as she lurched forward to give chase, Siska's voice reached her now pricked ears.
A sharp, singular pitch of laughter left her lips as Spook flung her head high and lashed her tail into a flag; long, purposeful strides reaching out into an extended, playful trot. Siska's words seemed to flow right over her, for the flaxen surely held her indifference with every striking stride. "Learn to live a little" the mare commented as smoothly as her gait, "Or you might as well already be dead." With that she tore off after her dark friend, intent on tagging the tagger; ears pricked, head held high, and tail flagged in spirit.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 9:35 am
Szad straightened his neck. Lifting his head above any others. He may have been the largest, but there was still a part, that would never be able to use his strength to hurt. Only to help. He was a gentle creature. Not one to seek out a fight. And up until now, Szad had judged Siska as one to pick a fight. But now he was re-thinking his view. He could hear the curiosity in his voice. He wanted to learn more. In a peaceful way. Szad's muscles began to relax with the atmosphere. Szad let his face turn into a small smile.
"No. I am afraid that...I...I am no..not. I came from...far awa...away.." His voice was no longer strong and bold. But neither was it a shy muter. It was just a quiet stumble. It was all he could muster. He was still filled with fear. And the darting mare in front of his nose did not help. His head shot backwards, out of the way. And his front legs tripped into each other as they tried to avoid collision to the other mustang. He blushed lightly after the mare had passed by. He felt silly for being caught so off-guard. His ears flicked toward the brown mare. he looked her over. She was proudly built, and carried herself boldly. She did not intimidate him, more she made him jealous. He did not posses such strength and bravery. But it was her words that made her respect her. His eyes widened. Those were the words...he had heard them before....mother.....
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 6:03 pm
 Chocolate was grazing.She understood that soon the dry grass will soon die completely and she should be happy with what she had.However,she much preferred juicy grass.She snorted and continue on into the meadow,for she heard a whisper of conversation later on.
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