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 Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 8:21 am
׺°”˜`”°º× ׺°”˜`”°º× A twist of dizziness conquered the onyx mare, her head span in circles, the world was a mixture of colours, blurs so much that she could not make out what was around her. It was light here, that's all she knew as she swayed on her feet, stumbling in to tree's and god know's what else, it must have been a bush or she must have been seriously tripping. It looked like a giant mushroom however her mind failed to believe that it was actually that, no mushroom was THAT big and no mushroom would ever be that big. A sigh escaped her lips, sighing in defeat she leaned against a thick tree stump hoping to regain sight. She must have hit her head when she fell down that hole. What was even more wierd and complex was that before she fell down here, stars had glittered the purple skies and the moon was only short of a cloud.
She waited as the vision before her became clear although she felt it was a mistake. There were indeed GIANT mushrooms scattered across the ground with fireflies hovering only lightly above the tops of them and in a twist like magic, the sky was crimson and the earth glowed like it was on fire. The mare was confused, she felt like she was in a dream, a world made up by her terrible fall and she would wake up sometime soon... she hoped. Or was she dead? Her ears twitched at the faint sound of a stream, head turning to the direction. She was tempted but not half as tempted as following the short break of light at the other end of the forest where she stood. One hoof after another and her walking pattern soon arranged itself in to her normal hip-sway that she tip toed a long with.
What the exit to the forest showed around the last bend of trees was one she indeed did not expect. Her eye whites largened and in her marvelous blue eyes were a stretch of rose bushes. Their beautiful therapuetic scent filled her nostrils, and she closed her eyes letting it lead her closer. She didn't think of the danger or who the garden belonged to all she knew was that it was gorgeous and romantic at best! She couldn't turn down the chance to investigate further and snuffle her nose in to beautiful set of flowers.
It had to be a dream, no where in the land she had come from could ever smell this good!׺°”˜`”°º× ׺°”˜`”°º×
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 9:04 am
 Blood Dupre, King of the Roses, Prince of Heartland, also known as the stallion who wore the funny hat. The white male walked elegantly through his gardens, his head held high and his posture unquestionable. He had been raised to be everything that a future leader was meant to be. His was charismatic, well groomed and very handsome.Growing up he had done everything his father wanted and lived a life full of luxury and promise. Being a mob boss's son was a life he would not trade for the world. Yet his life was about to change very drastically indeed, soon he would be the head of the organisation and he father had started to pressure him into finding a mate. Blood was always surrounded by beautiful women, sometimes he took advantage of this. However that is what they where, pretty faces for him to play with. Nothing distinguishing one form the other.
He had never really thought he needed a mate, his father never did but for some reason he wished it more than anything for his son. Maybe he wanted him to have something he missed out on. Either way if it was what he wanted ten Blood would comply. After all he had never swayed him wrong before. The teenage stallion snorted and flicked his head, his eyes drifting over his beautiful roses, he tended for them like a father would tend to his child. However today his garden was different, his eyes lifted to see another figure alongside the roses. He paused to look at her, a elegant black frame, ribbons in her hair. It seemed like a little fairy had been attracted to the sent of his precious flowers, he would usually be very protective of them however he did not see how he could be angry at such a lovely young lady.
He had not seen her around these parts before, nor did he really care. A small smirk appeared on his face and he made his way over to her. Are you okay miss?" He asked as he came to stand next to her. The gentle wind blowing at his strands of hair.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 9:19 am
׺°”˜`”°º× ׺°”˜`”°º×
Dice gently nuzzled her black muzzle in to the delicate petals of a rose, it's sweet scent smothering and addicting, she pulled back slowly fearing she would never do so if she didn't now, opening her eyes to the flowers before her letting out a hum in satisfaction. These roses were well cared for, better than any flower she had ever seen or come across and it made her wonder who they belonged to for them to be so well treated. If they treat flowers in such a way, how would they treat her? A small, warm smile filled her lips and no sooner did her thoughts pass that a voice sounded in her ears. It made her shiver the voice was so smooth and charming. Turning her head slowly to the owner of the voice, it became obvious that the voice could not belong to anyone else more fitting. The ivory male was handsome, very handsome. In fact, he was so stunning it left her speechless staring for some time before a light blush came to her cheeks.
She realized she had been staring and more so, she was embarrassed that the fine stallion had caught her rummaging so hungrily in to the flowers for their scent. She watched as the dark bangs of his mane swayed letting her eyes follow them before her own reached his darker blue eyes. He was also covered in the precious roses, from his hat to his tail, companied by blood red feathers. He gave the aura of someone trully well off. She dipped her head shyly to him, so her hair fell over one eye and her other looked up at him brightly, not short of a cute smile.
"I'm fine." She chuckled. "Sorry, this must be your garden. Their scent hit me when I reached the border of the forest and I couldn't help but smell them. They're trully beautiful." She looked back at them for a moment, tail swaying softly behind her before she stepped back and turned to face him.
"I really couldn't imagine a more fitting owner for them, just as well kept." she cooed gently, tilting her head as her eyes ran savoringly across his frame and markings. He had so many elegant materials decorating his body, one had to wonder how he could of obtained such items.׺°”˜`”°º× ׺°”˜`”°º×
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