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 Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 8:45 pm
These lands where strange indeed. The iced Stallion thought to himself. Though he could not see he could still hear and feel, smell and sense the world around him. The ground here was soft and placid. The air was clean and innocent. IT was...warm here to say the least. Warm in every sense, not what he was use to.
He could feet the cold trail he left behind him as his legs, covered in ice, forced themselves forward. Leaving the ground behind him frozen. Leaving perfectly shaped hoof prints behind him. Flickering his ears, and re positioning his tail as he walked through the row of trees. Isen breezed and snorted in a stallions’ manor as he continued on his way through the forest.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 11:40 pm
Having devoured the tiny critter in a matter of seconds, she rose her head up sharply, tossing her wild untamed blood red hair. She licked off the rabbit's blood that had been dripping from her lips - delicious. She grunted, as she did after every meal and looked around for a dessert. What shall it be today? Raccoon? Wolf? Fox? So many options, so many things to kill.
Homicide's ears perked. Being an excellent hunter, her senses were always at a high peak. It sounded like a snort - almost like it was returning the sound of her own grunt. She quickly looked around the area. Whatever it was, she knew she could handle it. She had yet to come across anything that made her in the slightest bit afraid. And then she saw him - a stallion with his face covered in ice, completely blinded. Oh, this was too easy. She wasn't going to eat him, but kill him? Sure. She saw no reason to let him live, there was no reason for anyone to live but herself. Survival of the fittest, its the name of the game and the one and only rule that she will ever live her life by.
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 2:44 pm
(( i was hoping you would use her for some reason ;D))
Stopping in mid stride the stallion again snorted as the air filled with a certain smell he was all too familiar with. The stench of the innocent rabbit’s blood filled the air, as well as its murderer. As Isen listened carefully, hearing so keen that he could pick up the breathing from the female kalona. Tossing his head he pawed the ground a bit, he breathed his very breaths where defined by the air, steam coming out of his nose with every breath let out. He could feel her murderous eyes on him, lifting his head and facing the direction he could best tell she was in. Bracing himself he lowered his head letting his horns lower, preparing himself in case the creature watching him would attack. Weather it was male or female he did not know or care at this point, right now it appeared that it would be survival that was important. Without a word, only a sound of his snort the stallion stood there, prepared for what ever may happen.
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