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 Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 10:41 am
 He was pretty secure with where he was. It was beautiful here, a nice little meadow and a ring of trees all beside the river. All his. He had never owned so much in his life, never had the bare necessities of living within such an easy reach. It still wasn't home, but it would certainly do. What was the saying? Tis better to be a king in Hell than to serve in Heaven? Well, he was a king, in a paradise no less. One day he'd get used to the heat, and one day this would be home.
Very few things came through the meadow, and that was really how he preferred it most of the time. Sometimes, though, even the antisocial wished for company. He was always dreaming of better things. Sergei was tired of talking to himself at this point, tired of hassling those intruders (usually rabbits) that dared stalk into his territory. Perhaps, he thought, he would play a gracious host for a little while. But even Sergei couldn't calculate how his temper would be anymore. Something he may embrace one moment could be scorned in the next.
But he was bored, very bored. He took his patrol up in the evening, trotting along the patch of forest he had marked as his own. A path was beginning to be worn there from his countless times of moving over it, stomping it down with his hooves. Silver eyes flickered here and there boredly, nostrils flared to take in the familiar scent of wood and rot.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 11:26 am
 Beldam isn't all that certain just how far she was from the "herd." Truth be told she isn't really all that concerned, either. She had humored the strange two-legged thing for a while in staying within close proximity. She had been glad for it as she got to play nursemaid to some young foals.
For all of one week.
The mare quickly lost interest as her wanderlust returned. Without telling anyone, she simply left. It wouldn't be the first time. It certainly wouldn't be the last. She wasn't certain how long she would be gone, if she was to even return at all. It had never been in her nature to stay put in one place for long. Still, there was something to be said about knowing you had somewhere to go back to.
Her thoughts soon shift to her new surroundings, unblinking button eyes taking in the sight of a meadow. Her tail flicked to and fro as she whickered softly to herself in delight over the prospect of seeing new sights or meeting new faces. Hopefully none that were too hostile for a strange appearance was never a guarantee in deterring danger.
Carefully, quietly, she drew closer to the meadow, eventually coming across the beginnings of a trail where- "Hello," she greeted softly when she came across a darkly colored stallion.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 12:13 pm
Dark ears would perk as he was hailed. Rather, he caught words he recognized. Sergei paused in his movements, setting all hooves on the ground while he turned to look at the mare. A blink was all she would receive at first as he took in his appearance. Her eyes... Perhaps it was the light, or lack thereof.
"Good evening," He would return smoothly enough, raising his head a little. He couldn't say he wasn't pleased after so long by himself. He was ready to tolerate about anything at this point. Despite what he suspected as strangeness in the mare, he began to approach her, showing a silent sort of confidence that should be expected of one of his stature. "I am Sergei, the holder of this land. And you are...?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 1:06 am
Beldam made no motion to draw nearer the stallion, instead planting her own four hooves on the ground. She gave no indication that she intended to run either. It has been a while since she last came across another of her own stature. Her neck is grateful for it as she meets his gaze without any strain or difficulty.
At his question she responds, "I am Beldam." With slight cant of her head she adds, "I hope I am not intruding on your land. I wasn't aware it belonged to anyone." While her tone was docile, it was not apologetic and her gaze didn't waver.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 6:17 pm
"Certainly not, Beldam. You are quite welcome here, in my humble abode." There was a slow smile on his muzzle, features that were much more accustomed to scowling. He didn't care if she lacked sincerity, the words were enough to placate him into being a little more pleasant. It had been a long while since he'd made use of a silver tongue, and so his mannerisms might have been a little rough. However, the mare didn't seem scared or discouraged like females tended to be around him. It wasn't like he was trying, though. Hmm.
"How far have you traveled, hm? The river runs just beyond this meadow if you're thirsty."
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 12:03 pm
((ooc: I'm so sorry it took ten million years for this reply @.@ Beldam's voice is so hard to pin down for some reason...))
"My, you must have quite grandiose standards if you consider this humble." It wasn't an insult, the smile on Beldam's muzzle was genuine and she was impressed that he had his own territory. Whether it came across as a back-handed compliment was entirely up to the stallion.
At Sergei's question, the mare looked thoughtful. How far has she traveled? "I don't normally keep track but I believe several days' worth," She responded simply, trying to recall how many times the sun had risen and set since she left. Up until she came across the two-legged creature, Beldam hasn't had a reason to track her journey. "Perhaps I ought to start? And thank you, I believe I'm a bit parched." She adds graciously.
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