Encore
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Post by Encore on Apr 13, 2008 18:42:22 GMT -8
Crimson splattered with alabaster frame felt compelled to... well, move. perhaps it was his earlier prodding. perhaps she was feeling her youth. or, deep down -and as much as she hated to think about it- she felt the shift in her organs. felt what mother nature had created to allow her to well, procreate. soon, though not yet arrived, this minx would be coming into season. down to two choices; either find that Romeo or slip into a little personal exile for a bit. snorting quite loudly, she ignored his question by answering it with a snap at his unblemished sun-kissed hide.
Catch me if you can
And pistons dug into the earth, sending this female flying straight away. he was a bit taller, with longer legs that would beat her no doubt. but she had quarter horse in her mutt lines, so took to the trees. darting in and out every so often so that the golden stag could never get too close, she released a loud whinny urging him to come and play[/sup]
**[ooc; had to start something 0.o and yes, she isnt acting very mature but oh wells]**
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Post by King Charlemagne on Apr 15, 2008 9:17:09 GMT -8
A grin stretched over Charlemagne's horsey muzzle as he emitted a high squeal and charged after his mare in pure delight that she at last was going to act the part of a fool with him. His golden legs temporarily were level with his brown eye as he twisted part of his body sideways, playing in his golden wood. As he brought them back down to the ground there was a miniature earthquake which shook the ground only beneath his feet.
He put his proud head down and charged after her, throwing a few bucks in the air as he did so. He had never been terribly dignified, he preferred to be more childlike, juvenile as the weaning, free the constrictive behaviors of more dignified stallions. She had never answered his question, but who cared about their conversation now that they were acting like idiots, which, in Charlemagne's opinion, was much more entertaining.
"Oi, Encore!" He called as he powered up to meet her. "Since when can you outrun me?" He knew she must be an American horse of some kind and he had been told the Quarter Horse was the fastest horse for a quarter of a mile, thus giving it its name, but knowledge did not stop him from being a rude jerk. As a Warmblood, he was blood of being one of the largest and tallest horses around. He was, perhaps, more skilled at jumping them the American horses, but he had never seen a Quarter shoot off like an bullet is shot from a rifle, seemingly weightless. He didn't know how one from the breed could whip around a corner, their bodies leaning to one side and still stay on their feet.
((Immaturity is fine by me and Charlemange...lol. XD))
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Encore
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Post by Encore on Apr 16, 2008 16:42:17 GMT -8
Ears swiveled in their locations, reversing as they picked up the resonating beats of Charlemagne. ah, so he engaged in the chase. not surprising in the least, of course, but there was a small pleasantness within the fact he had joined in her romp. a snort emerged from muzzle, as she refreshed lungs. head was lowered, so set the tip of her lips grazed her chest. listeners pricked forward as limbs quickened their pace. extended? nay; get into a stretch and the golden stallion would fast be upon her. instead, the chestnut mare swerved an almost unbelievable right hand turn. on top of that, she performed yet another 90 degree turn. near hidden behind a wall of golden trees, pace quickened until was in a fast, yet short-strided gallop. if Charlemagne thought he was getting close enough to taste her dust he was in for a surprise. this chase would last long enough to prove to him a little lesson... and until she had all the fresh out, of course.[/color]
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Post by King Charlemagne on Apr 17, 2008 12:10:18 GMT -8
"And so, M'lady, I accept your challenge." Charlemagne muttered as he gathered his legs underneath himself and went after her. Speed was not the gift of his breed, yet he could keep up at a fair pace, or, so he thought.
His fantasy was most rudely interrupted by the cold, hard truth that she was faster than he. A lot faster. She turned with the radius of a of a small bird. Compared to her turns, Charlemagne could take a year and a day to get around a corner and he would have to do it carefully, cautiously. More then once his great hooves slipped on the carpeting of golden leaves and wobbled over a few loose branches.
His alabaster mane streamed out behind him and his nostrils widened each time he took a lung-full of live giving air. His golden goat rippled over his conditioned muscles, or at least he thought them conditioned. He considered himself to be a god. True eye candy and to some degree he was, but a lot of his mass was mental. The mirror through which he grazed at himself lied frequently to satisfy his vain image. There was no denying he was a gorgeous specimen, but he wasn't as gorgeous as he imaged himself to be. This race was on and King Charlemagne was already lagging.
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Encore
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Post by Encore on Apr 20, 2008 17:52:46 GMT -8
Chestnut mare still galloped on, twisting her course every few random strides to add to her trail's difficulty. since stocking-ladened limbs were taking fast, quick strides; when any fallen branches blocked her way she was able to leap them without fault. she continued on like this for a few moments, before realizing how unfair she was being. perhaps Charlemagne could out-strip her over a long distance, and clearly he could out-leap her. but this scenario? there was no way he would ever catch her. but out of spite and for the pure fun of it, she continued this path for another few minutes.
Seeing a small clearing upon her, hinds near came under her frame as Encore performed a near flawless sliding stop. too bad he wouldn't see it; it had been near perfected through practice and the caramel brute might've appreciated it. too late for that now. turning once again she trotted under a clump of trees. hiding? you could call it that. but nostrils were relatively calm and she was breathing easily. hazel eyes watched the trail for her lord to approach. long burgandy tail flicked to and fro, the beginnings of heat irritating it.[/color]
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Post by King Charlemagne on Apr 22, 2008 20:43:24 GMT -8
The palomino lost sight of the Quarter horse mare as he charged through the woods, keeping a steady, but delighted pace as he charged through the trees. After about a minute of not seeing her, he cast a worried glance over her shoulder, checking to see if she had somehow fallen behind him, but not completely registering how she could have done that anyway.
The backward glance had been his downfall, for a moment later, he was suddenly entering a clearing he had not foreseen and he was still traveling at breakneck speed. Unfortunately for him, he could not plant his legs underneath him and slide to a graceful stop like the slide he had not seen Encore perform. Throwing his weight awkwardly, he managed to slow himself and finally used an old, half rotten tree to halt himself. Clumsily, he forced his weight back into its balanced proportions once again. The Swedish Warmblood looked up at his mare with something like embarrassment at his out-of-control performance. He must have looked majorly stupid.
"That was graceful of me." He stated, implying sarcasm.
((Ugh,, low muse, sorry))
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Encore
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Post by Encore on Apr 27, 2008 17:34:48 GMT -8
She had been content for a short while; the leaves casting a golden shadow over her broad back. a gentle breeze caressed every corner of her, and bright mocha eyes searched the terrian for the oncoming stallion while ears riveted to catch his foot falls. it did not take long before she heard his approach, and gaze was cast in the general direction. vision focused on him long enough to witness his... special moment. a small grin formed upon her muzzle, and the paint took a step forward the sun-kissed stud
Takes practice
**[ooc; I have no muse to speak of :/]**
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Post by King Charlemagne on May 2, 2008 14:44:31 GMT -8
”Oh how hilarious! Charlemagne runs straight into a tree, let’s all roll onto our backs and start howling at the moon in laughter!” The palomino ranted, although not that much anger made its way into his silky voice. When he turned to face the mare a huge grin was plastered over his handsome features, even though they hurt from the face plant he had just experienced. Shaking his golden head so that his alabaster forelock and mane fluttered around him, he noticed that fragments of rotten bark, twigs, and decomposing leaves fell from his front end.
”What?” He asked of Encore, who was looking him with that, that…expression on her face. If he had been human, he would have raised his eyebrows, but as he was an equine, he merely snorted, sneezing and causing the leaves to flutter as his breath hit them.
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Post by Encore on May 5, 2008 18:05:33 GMT -8
A stray breeze disturbed the mane that rested upon finely muscled curvature. its shifted long hock-kisser in its wake, and irritated vision. but soon enough the wind has died down and surroundings returned to normal. a soft toss to the poll was given, and lithe appendages meandered at restlessness. the fresh was gone, but the inborn fondness of chasing the wind and witnessing freedom remained intact.
Auditives caught the caramel's words, pivoting in sockets to make sure had absorbed every syllable. gentle laugh emerged from muzzle, and once more cranium was shaken, though with less force. soon enough jaws moved and own lyrics pierced the atmosphere; low and calm, yet with an underlying tone of both -somehow- danger and intrique
I do not recall rolling on my back laughing at your misfortune
Another smile tugged at labrums, as if the words urged laughter
And I have said nothing
The smile broke through, yet did not remain gazing at the golden brute. torso moved and began to sniff the earth for anything tempting her appetite. yet heart was not really in it, and a single lobe remained keened at Charlemagne
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