Possibly A Home?;;

[>.Darkeh [WEEEEE ;)]

I confess I'm a sinner
I've seen a vision of my life
And I wanna be delivered

Crani was lifted, as my inhalers flared, the scent of a masculine was sending my brain signals to be carefull of where I stepped. Appendages carried me steadily over the terrain. it seemed to spark my interest, and my curiosity made me wander farther into it. I knew many did not live here, and So probably the scent I had picked up earlier before, was of the lead. My roan coat shone against the sun, as it appeared to be rather fair weather. I knew I should rather get permission to live here, before I continued to wander, where I really shouldn't be wandering

My velvets parted to release a call, which seemed to carry for distances, my serpentine was arched, wich I rarely did, for that was simply for the pretty arabians. I mean I was actractive wasn't I? Do you think so? Here i go talking to myself again, sometimes I would do that. My tassels flowed steadly, honestly, I was nothing to look at

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Pupils dilated as his tapestry shaded his voids, darkening his view. The high-setting globe of the sun circulated an array of dousing light upon the terra. Pastels of light and darkened hue sustained the coloration of Rantec Valley. A given snort was exhibited through vents as they expanded and diluted to their normal flare. The vagabond accompanied an anchored step forth. Brain pan was elevated through the thick brush of Autumn’s seasoning. Another lengthened step was advanced as his embodiment emerged from the depths of the forestry enclosure. Rudder was whisked evidently over his sharply carved haunches, and briskly flaking away a few spectacles of dirt and grime. Serpentine coiled to the direction of his left; ripples forming elegantly along the curves of his nape. Behemoth Yet quickly exited the entrance of the forestry and came within the boundary of the valley. Eclipsed smile was imprinted over his lappets.

Warming given sight of the atmosphere about seemed to swell to Rohirrim as he valiantly took pride as his bifocals took a gander over the plantation. Roan exterior shimmered in the vacant rays as they came to sprawl over his canvas. Enlightening the graphics of his stature. Dominant pose was issued. A embroidered flinch of his shoulder muscle was flexed. The sahib then embarked forth at a medium tempo. Titanium’s striking the damp composition; churning the soil with each step. Yet nostrils expanded, lungs flooding with the freshly new oxygen of the evening grasp. Extensions associated within a trot as he wished so. A bouncy ferment was added to his stride. Bifocals soon elapsed upon another figure. Ligaments struck the terra-firma. Daggers imposing yet more crescents to the soil below. Facile remark was amended to a more inviting remark. A smile plastered to his lappets. His voids followed the movements of the Roan.

Attic was then tipped slightly, his mug coming to pierce against his chest cavity for a mere moment as he took a gasping breath for calming reasons. But yet brain pan was then jerked back to it’s original stature. Flints soon elevating from the surface of the geo below and grasping the air-scape ahead as he collaborated across the open valley. The soft pricks of the blades curved around his hocks. It bothered him not, as his concentration was more opposed onto the new equine. Every inch brought him closer even so he seemed more excited about this being more than any other. It was not just the similarity of color but yet she was a breath-taking sight to behold. At least in his mind. In a sheer moment he was 7 feet from the damsel. Haunches inclining to the motive of his daggers piercing the soil itself to halt him, and just making the motive apparent at the last second. Rohirrim implied a renovated grunt as halting,

[/size] “Ello’.”[/blockquote][/size]

[>.Darkeh [WEEEEE ;)]

This land sure was something. It seemed to swallow me whole. Like I was only a speck of dust, floating around, being carried everywhere the wind took me. Moments passed, seemed like hours, the lead did not show, but if travelers where coming, he sure would have to greet them, and welcome them to a home. Crania was lifted, as the caught the approuching of the other, my soft loving oculars gazed over the other, a simularity of his coat, sure did bring myself to alertness. My instincts kicked in, but being raised, surely, I did have to act polite to the masculine. Serpentine was lowered, as I managed a bow, my velvets parted "Greeting's my'lord" I had so much to ask, but all in good time.

My appendages shifted underneath me, as I tried to gain a more elegant stance, yet clearly, wasn't the type to be looking all fancy, and times, I would have to admit, I was sluggish. "Such a lovely Harem you have" I spoke, as I took a glance around, just to be sure, that was the truth, for I hadn't been able to look at everything just yet

Bifocals finally reached the bronc. I smile crossed my velvets, as I waited for his response. I wondered what his actions would be, as I showed him, I was not afraid, and believed he would not harm me

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Format was erected to a point, his bifocals arranged upon the damsel. Smile yet carved defiantly within a shadowed look. But yet his gaze was directed to the normality of the roan fatale. The given motions of her trying to look elegant seemed slightly unacceptable. Rohirrim yet made no comment upon her composure but remained silent until her first sentence of lyri was announced. And not only a second did it depart from his thoughts he curtly issued a dawning dip of his attic toward the xanthippe. Yet bifocals darted off toward his left as acoustic swiveled aside toward the same direction. Yet focus then returned upon the harlot as he grasped her features once more. It had only been the snow rabbit out in the woods that had taken his attention for a split second or more.

[/size] “Aye, thank you. I’m Rohirrim. The King of Neutrals. And you are?”[/size] Softened baritones were announced toward the belle in a subtle tone. His nostrils began to quiver tenderly. The aroma of another female yet tickled the insides of his capillaries. The stallion yet complied to a snort.[/blockquote][/size]

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The belle dipped her crania down to the earth, as her inhalers softly sniffed the ground, very veiw passer bys had gone through. She lifted her crania back up, as her acoustics caught the lyrics of Rohirrim. She smiled, feeling foolish, that she had not giving her name her velvets parted "Pleasure to meet you, Im Minx Poisen" coming to think of her name, she really didn't like it. But it seemed like she did not like herself at all, she smiled, as she spoke "I hope I did not disturb you of whatever you where attending to" she spoke, for well didn't leads have things to do? Like very important things, what about the leadess?

[[Sorry Souls Muse Dieeeeeed]]

[trista]

A soft grin was plastered splendidly. Yet bifocals remained sustained on the fatale’s features he could yet consider a thought of what she desired here. Even so he knew the answer of that. A home. As all equines wish for when coming to a new land, and yet wanting it for their own desire of owning something. For that’s what the same thing was what happened to Rohirrim.. But as not to tell his life story I’ll cut it short. The czar was raptured of the thought as the damsel came to conclude his last percept. Single pinnacle swiveled off to the edge of his attic. Charred locks descending off the courting fraction of the patron’s right lobe.

[/size] “Such a fancy name for a fine lady.”[/size] Gesture of a chorus was loaned into the circumference of air-scape. Yet not to be such a tantalizing gentle-man he took a reverse step. Grin yet broached evenly over his valid features. But yet the remark was recycled in a moment’s hesitance. The virile yet tremulously listening to the monotone of her lyrics at another verse was expired. A leant thought was forged as his voids came to divert off toward the scenery upon his left. Moment passing before his gaze returned over the dame,[/size] “Ah, well it is such not a big deal. The lands are yet growing and barely fertilized with the population of equines.”[/size] A grasp of oxygen was inhaled. Chords ringing once more,[/size] “But I always have time to show a mare like you around. If that’s what you wish.” [/blockquote][/size]

[>.Darkeh [WEEEEE ;)]

Minx listened to his words. He sure did know how to charm a lady. But of course, what Masculine didn't? Tostesterone(sp?) right? Her velvets parted for her to speak, "Sir you are too kind, but I would have to say, Rohirrim is a name, that suits a stallion like yourself very well" a smile was plastered on her lips, as she seemed to pick up the vocals of Rohirrim once again, she smiled, that was exactly what she would like. She smiled, "Would you? I mean that would be wonderful" she was really growing fond of him, but no need to rush, maybe he had other plans with another lady. Plus she barely knew him, I mean with his consent, why not learn about his past? Or things like that.

[trista]

Ashen cornet of his pools drowned over her vacant outline. Unable to displease himself in any courting manner the male merely distributed a grunt of satisfactory toward the damsel as his voids came to finally rest upon her facial features. So feminine and dark to the tempo of his own hide. Attic was tempted within a leisured nod of acknowledgement from the first-forth matters of her vocals. His own baritones came to replicate soon after,

[/size] “Thank you.”[/size] An occurring smile was sculpted over the features of the masculine, broadening. A mannered whisk of his chain was propelled over his flanks. Whips rummaging over the hardened core of his stern and yet coming to kiss his hocks. Auricles remained plastered to the point of his pallet. Nostrils quivering to the fatal aroma of the dove. Rohirrim yet shuffled his ligaments as embodiment was caught within a swift maneuver. Hind haunches swinging with the push of his hocks and foremost advocate of his canvas exchanging directions toward the dwelling path outwards into the unknown territory he had become fond with.[/size] “It is quite wonderful indeed. The views are magnificent to gaze upon. I’m sure you will enjoy it. But..”[/size] A quick inhale was drawn forth through vents,[/size] “What position within my harem would you like?” [/blockquote][/size]

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The belle listened to his words. Of course this place was amazing, and what not mare to want to be leadess? That was obviously to much to ask, and she had reached her breeding point. Crania was lifted, as velvets parted "Indeed It is wonderful" she spoke, appendages shifted underneath her, as she wondered, maybe some courting would be possible? for she did trust him, and she had grown fond of him. She tilted her crania slightly, as she spoke "You must exscuse me, but I had grown to a point where I trust you dearly Rohirrim, I have reached my breeding point, and was wondering, if I could carry your spawn." inhalers took a breath, as her velvets parted again "It may be to much to ask, but it's just my nature, and as I said before, I trust you" he could reject her offer, but he was the only brute that she had stumbled apon..and she simlpy would take the position of herd member...or beta..

Minx had other breeding points, but she never could find no one to concieve with, the fact being she was alone all the time. Her velvets once again parted "If you don't feel comefortable, you simply don't have to breed me." her lyrics where soft at that part, for she dearly wanted a foal. Once again, she tried to forget about what she said..and gazed at the scenery, but her oculars meet with his.

[trista]

Outlets infused the release of vapor. The cold Autumn air grasping it and fusing it into a mere shimmer of vapor swirling around the dusk of the evening. Yet the fatal gaze of Minx seemed to grasp the stallion himself as soon the rejection of her own lyrics were given. The straggle of a smile was sketched warily over his own delicate Mustang features. A permanent feeling to which he seemed warmed toward her. But still he wasn’t quite sure of her antics as of yet. But he was quite anxious for the reply of his last lumbering question that hovered within the brain pan of his. Unable to settle. Serpentine curved elegantly as his voids then diverted off into the scenery once more. The drafted willows of tree’s clamored the scene. The branches wafted in the tender breeze that soon followed within the silence between the duo. A crafted smile no longer replenished the façade of him. It was now dispersed and his facile was remorse over with a serious tone. Yet diagnostics rotated solemnly to the never ending noise making of the critters about the territory. A thought yet also hovered within his brain pan. But it was more than a thought, a somewhat dream of his. Created graphics began to dilate into his pupils describing his thought of what he could gain if more equines traveled to these lands. More equines, more spawn, which equaled tranquility amongst the harem and himself.

A sudden pop was leisured into the airwaves. Breaking him from the dream as he came to direct his focus upon the roan harlot once more as her lyri was traveling to his drums. A jolt of his nerve came to travel down his fore flint and dispersed. Only leaving him with a sudden chillness.

[/size] “Well Minx, we have only been met for a few minutes now. And even though what kindness I have I cannot fully expect you to trust me that considerably.”[/size] His tone was slightly trembling but yet deep like his usual monotone. Caudal whisked hardily over his stern as he tried to contemplate the associative matter that was now at hand. He had now the offer of having an heir, and maybe a bride. But still this was quite the contrary as he had only been with the dame for only a few matter of moments. Hind ligament came to disengage as he took a reverse step. Pallet was curved diagonally toward the advocate of the landscape. Yet another billowed grease of a zephyr triumphed a blow over his anatomy.

Threads were carried from the seams of where they pricked his flesh and lofted with the kind breeze as it took them. Daggers remained implanted to the molds they were struck forth to. His ‘brows’ coming to furrow as he thought. But the anticipation of the next note of hers seemed to take his chest and tear it. ‘I trust you..’. Still the sentence taunted him as he remembered the past dealings of which had become of him.[/size] “As I suppose it is your own feelings, and not of mine. So I suppose I cannot change your feelings for me. Although it is quite rational you think of me so.”[/size] Again monotone trembled but still clung strongly to keeping erect in his posture and title of King. Single ‘brow’ quirked as his voids traced to her own as he locked gazes. Another spread of altos was accurate through the drums of him. He had many options indeed. Yet bifocals then refrained back toward the landscape once more. The composition beneath him churning as fore ligament was smoothly rocked forward and back, his knee bent as he could do so. Charred locks descending over the shadowed façade of his, hiding the glamorous grin that now was crafted genuinely over his repealing lappets,[/size] “Well I know I don’t have to.. But it is truly up to you if you are really sure about your decision.”[/size]

WORDCOUNT; 666[/blockquote]

[>.Darkeh [WEEEEE ;)]

Minx listened with patience. She did not stir, and her emotions stayed the same. as he continued to speak, she was listening with all her consent. Her days where limited for season, but these things happened all the time. She had days. Velvets parted "Give it a day or so..other than that..im comfortable..but are you?" a slight smile was plastered against her lips, I mean couldn't she still flirt without being desperate? Her serpentine was stretched, as a playful soft nip was placed across his shoulder blade, as a snort was released, and appendages shifted into a springy trot. After covering a few meters of ground, she stopped abruptly, swinging her two front feet low from the ground and spinning expertly on tensed hind limbs to return her eyes to the brute. Carbon breath clouded before her muzzle as she spoke. Words came, light and fun from her parched lips as the mottled contessa murmured diligantly to herself; "Caught in a daydream." Minx smiled, recalling how Rohirrim had been Kind and soft greeting her, and very handsome and did she mention kind?


She raised her muzzle to the skies and let several cold gusts of cold air pepper her sensetive nose before withdrawing and rubbing her velvety nostrils along her extended fore-limb. She liked to test herself in this manner. She shook her head, sparse, black locks dashed from her shoulders in self-created wind. Through the tumbling strands of her mane, Minx caught movement from the corner of her keen, sapphire eyes. She raised her head and quickly scented the air, squinting enough to see a fawn appear from the treeline she had her oculars focused on. A grunt was exscaped, as she glanced back on Rohirrim, a toss of her crania indacated she was in a playful mood, trying to get to know him better. banner was tossed lightly to the side, as she came back to his side, nudging him, as she spoke softly "Please, show me the rest of your land"

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Anberlin gaze shattered as he came to fully recognize the seasonal changes within the favored movements of the belle before him. Empire was escalated further more to the natural height of the dominant sovereign. Roan bleached hide winced at the entitled nip the fatale encouraged over his shoulder blade. Serpentine arched slightly as his bifocals landed over to where she had nipped him. ‘Brow’ quirked slightly, he had never had anyone do that to him. Well at least since the time of his younger days. But it was quite odd she would act so excited around only the boring time of the evening. A soft tone grunt was exhibited through crescents as the sahib then contracted his attic back to the gouge of it’s natural place. Side-swept veils shaded over his twin pools, a slight jerk was elevated. Strands then fluttered across his façade and lofted over the side of his pate. Flint was extended forth as he ingressed a step. Voids remained plastered over the damsel. Lyri was forgiven and traced to his auricles. Masculine yet sent another jerk of his empire. Tendrils fastened and cascaded about his ample nape as he came to lurch into a stillness.

Deep deteriorating breaths were released through paper thins. Chest cavity rose and fell steadily to a rhythmic beat. Chain of ligaments were elevated into a high-step as the stallion yet drifted a few steps after Minx. Diagnostics rotated swiftly over his brain pan, unable to settle firmly.

[/size] “Yes, I am fine with you around Minx. But you have yet to tell me what rank you had in mind?”[/size] As the last note dropped his mind then clicked. Lappets re-opened for the departure of relevant lyrics,[/size] “But, I do not give out the Queen title so easily. I’ll have to learn a bit more about you. If that title is what you wanted.”[/size] Macaw was then tugged back. Plush lightly rendered at the point of his chassis and pinned lightly. Vents excluded to a flare as he inhaled the crisp oxygen. Swarthy tapestry yet descending down his curvature solemnly. Radiation of the golden globe filtered a warmth over the residence. Rohirrim passing a faded smile past the lappets of his toward Minx, although he seemed slightly flustered about the dame. Interest yet moved toward the belle as he stared luminously over her outline. Silence subdued.[/size]

WORDCOUNT; 396[/blockquote]

[>.Darkeh [WEEEEE ;)]

Flint's struck the ground softly, banner was carried high, a soft grunt exscaped, as she lifted her brainpan. she softly spoke "I completly understand, is it alright, if I take beta rank?" appendages carried her closer to him, noticing where his oculars where, if a horse could blush, she would have. Tassels flowed steadly, as she thought, if he wanted to know her better than sure, a slight smile crept up onto her velvets, as inhalers released a sigh, she was growing tired, for she had traveled very far to get here. Serpentine was lowered, for accesible access to nip at the vegetation that grew here. She spoke "Rohirrim tell me what you think of the word love" she was not trying to make him love her, just a simple question, because she wanted to know his definiton of love. Because curiosity always killed the cat didn't it? Might as well try to get to know him better.

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