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 Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 3:05 pm
(short starter post is short) 
Morning continued to cling with dewy fingers in the misty forest, where an aged, dark mutant worked on finishing his morning stretches, easing out the last of the ache of sleep in his bones, getting himself limber for the day. He took a deep, long, slow breath as he lifted his nose, breathing the humid air to fill his lungs with the rich scent of the thick pine air, enjoying the fact that the air was remaining damp so long. He knew by noon the woods would have released the fog from the nights rain, but for now it was a pleasure to breath it in.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 3:56 pm
 The calm of morning, serene and peaceful, rested in the woods for only a few moments longer before a chorus of alarmed bird squawks ripped through the air. Their wings shook away the little dew drops that had collected upon the soft feathers as a disturbance sent the creatures flying into the sky.
Smaller, weaker, and thinner saplings from one direction creaked and cried as a body rushed through them. It was as if the morning had sensed the intruder in it's evergreen hideaway and began to shatter from within to be rid of the virus. The barks and howls of four-legged fiends announced to the sunrise that they were on the tail of whoever dared interrupt the coming of day.
Not too far from the old knight the bushes lost their leaves in a sudden burst as the form of a young mare trampled through. Although she dared not make a sound her wide and frightened eyes were proof that those who bellowed the wolfish sounds had made her their target.
Purple orbs caught sight of the creature not too far from her and immediately the hooves turned and seemed to fly her over to him, taking shelter behind his burly form. Whether she intended to use him as a shield or a baited distraction was another story.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 4:12 pm
On high alert at the sounds, his ears twitched as the noises approached, creaking and crying through the forest. Skinwalkers? No, no not skinwalkers, Feral dogs, perhaps.. Wolves. A small pack of them, hunting something for sport, the silent stallion stood strong, taking a deep breath. They were heading in his direction, but not in a manor that hinted they had scented him. The wind was wrong, he could smell them, About four.. Perhaps five. Hunting something of a good size..
Whatever they were chasing was a bit further ahead, and he moved a few steps further forwards. However as the mare charged through the woods, and quickly swerved to use him for protection, he shot her a meaningful look, stating quite clearly despite his lack of words to stay back.
He then charged forwards, meeting the dogs at the edge of the shrubs, catching one off guard with a slash of the sharp blades on his face, hurling the animal over his shoulder and hard into a tree with a sickening crack.
It was enough to make the other hounds hesitate, their attention no longer on the young mare they had been chasing, but rather focused cautiously on the stallion before them.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 4:16 pm
The day a stallion was shielding her from harm was a sight this particular mare was not expecting. After all the closest she was to having a protector was Genesis, and the few times she had found herself in need of assistance from the specimen he turned a blind eye or begrudgingly dragged her along.
But the stoic expression on his face as he learned to her settled the lass's shaking for a moment before the tremors began again as the creatures sprang from the dense woods. Why did research always lead her into some kind of danger? Whether the stallion won or loss the fight Owl didn't care. Time was of the essence and as he leapt forth into battle the mud-soaked wild child saw her chance to flee. But as she turned tail and was ready to run, her ears flicking to the left and right as they listened to the cries of the terrible creatures, the full form of the being caught her attention.
So much for running from her life. When she was in a panicked state the mare hadn't noticed just how rare the stallion was but as he reared back and took on the challenge the snarling beasts bestowed upon him he was absolutely radiating. Mushrooms and horns that glimmered and were as thin as sheet crystal...the odd traits had stopped the young miss in her tracks.
Her problem with oddities was rearing it's ugly head again...this attitude being the entire reason why she was being chased in the first place. But the worry and fear was shelved in the researcher's mental study as her eyes darted this way and that to catch every bit of the stallion's form. What exactly was he? How was he this way? Was a mutation? Was he even a soquili? The mushrooms didn't seem to have a soul thus no individual personalities like Genesis's flowers possessed. Inanimate objects...but did they rely on the hero's life force to survive or did he rely on them? As the several questions boiled and stewed in Owl's brain she barely recalled it would be in her best interest to duck out of the hurled wolf's way.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 4:29 pm
He paused, but not hesitated, making sure the feral dogs were still aggressive, assessing which one was the dominant one. Snarling, it revealed itself, and the green haired stallion quickly charged as it lept for his throat, head held low as he slammed his shoulder into it and pinned it to a tree, crushing as he stuck it. Another tried to n** his rump and got a mouth full of hoof, losing a few teeth and nearly breaking the bone.
The surviving three, including the now partially toothless canines, turned with their tails tucked firmly between their legs. The stallion snorted, pawing the ground and stomping twice.
Singeri then turned his attention toward the mare, his face softening to be reassuring, eyes warm in a kind, concerned manor. He moved a little closer, but kept his distance, bowing deep as he stretched one leg out and knelt on bended knee with the other, head dipped down till his horns lightly brushed the ground.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 4:47 pm
Owl watched the grisly demise of the wolves with only a few flinches. She certainly wasn't one of those delicate mares who would cringe or grow ill at such a sight due to the recent stallion she had been studying. Yet even with all the bloodshed she witnessed while following Genesis the lass still looked away as the unknown stallion finished off the last brave wolf before the rest fled back into the grove. She may have become more tolerant of violence and gore but the young mare had yet to turn into a complete thick-skinned individual as much as she liked to think otherwise.
When the mongrels disappeared and their cries drifted into the seemingly endless wood the land became still. If no corpses littered the ground one could have assumed that nothing had taken place just a few breaths ago. Owl inhaled a great deal of air before she finally looked at her saviour in the eyes. Sure she may have been dissecting him from a distance but during his heroic deeds there certainly had not been enough time to look longingly into his eyes or whatever crap females her age did when meeting an older stallion.
"Um..." She huffed and shrugged her shoulders in an effort to regain some kind of composure. Before she could even say a simple 'Thank you' the hero gallantly lowered himself. Was he...bowing? Owl arched her brow at the showing of pride, dignity, and chivalry. Well..that was certainly unexpected. A little shiver down her spine reminded the blue mare that she must have been showing her confusion clearly so ever so quickly she gathered herself up and followed him.
Bowing herself in a similar manner but without going so low for the unnecessary old lady fear of being unable to get back up. "Thank you..." Owl finally remembered to say as she shakily stood, not used to straightening up after being in such a awkward pose. "You really saved my tail." She murmured, emphasizing her remark by swishing her bushy and wild tail. "I didn't know there were heroes in these woods."
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 5:48 pm
A chuckle escaped the stallions lips as he smiled, shrugging slightly as if to say it wasn't an issue or perhaps just dismissing being called a hero, glowing teal eyes squinting slightly from the dripping blood of the feral cur he killed from his chipped and ragged blade-like horns, which stood at attention in an even row, the shortest midway down his muzzle, with the tallest in the center of his forehead.
He shook his head, snorting a bit as it went down his muzzle, trying to get into a nostril, action restrained as to not want to flick blood at another individual. Blinking, he dipped his head slightly, expression apologetic, lips clamped shut to prevent the blood from entering his mouth, and motioned with his head that the blue mare should follow -- her chase likely exhausted her, and he knew where there was a stream she could drink from and wash the salt and mud that clung to her body.
His body language was friendly, though, and non-threatening now that the wild dogs were gone, relaxed as he walked silently into the woods towards the waterfall grotto, fed by cold mountain filtered water from a granite spring, that he often mediated from and drank heartily, a gift from the spirits of the land.
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