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Post by Encore on Jan 22, 2008 19:16:06 GMT -8
Long legs that were slender yet excellently muscled carried her into these lands of... claiming? really, she did not like putting herself in a situation like this; it was when she was uncertain that she wasn't in complete control of her voice and actions. to make the most of it, she found a stream and took a sip from its cooling waters. a soft snort came from nostrils, and a few blades of grass were taken.
Continuing on, not entirely sure of where she was headed, she soon happened upon a large sycamore. Fancying it as good a place as any, the mare rested beneath it, readying herself for anything. if a male got too arrogant for his own good she would put him in his place, and this one wasn't exactly looking for some love-orientated male either. but to be honest, she didn't really knew what she wanted she she had never had
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Post by King Charlemagne on Jan 22, 2008 19:58:37 GMT -8
Across the green there came a stallion. His coat was golden as the sun on a pleasant summer's day and it shone like the glimmer of sunlight on water. His eyes were a deep brown but they had the most mischievous light in their depths. He was tall and powerfully built, like some great golden beast of beauty. His mane and tail were stirred by the wind and were the color of perfect white marble and his hooves were large and powerful, whole and symmetrical. No human iron ring had ever been nailed to them.
He raised his head in the air and raised his upper lip, performing flemen and scenting a mare not far away. A small smile curled his lips as he broke into a jaunty trot and started off after her. His hoof beats making a rhythmic thudding noise again the earth, like a drummer, beating a skin drum with all his strength and passion.
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Post by Encore on Jan 22, 2008 20:10:43 GMT -8
The mare had been slowly giving 'way to her drowziness; her eyelids had suddenly grown quite heavy. she rested a hind, and tossed her head without realizing it. yet, right before sleeps' lovely tenderness had taken hold, she was roused. at first she thought it to be some random creature about its daily chores, and proceeded to continue her attempt with a nap. but hazel eyes again popped open, as if instinct insisted she stay awake. at first the painted one was slightly irritated, before senses came alive again.
It was his scent that gave him away. not many horses had traveled through here, at least not in numbers she was used to, to one wavering, yet growing scent, stuck out like a sore thumb. from over which horizon he would come she could not be sure, though he was approaching at a faster-than-a-walk pace. snorting -really, she did not want to deal with a male, though it seemed to contradict her coming here-, she moved out to snatch a few blades of greenery. ears now alert and pricked, eyes shining, tail flicked idly as her long, ivory caressed legs carried her back to her post under the tree. let him come to her, she was no star-eyed filly. he was either about to meet his biggest mistake or his greatest achievement [/color][/size]
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Post by King Charlemagne on Jan 24, 2008 11:29:13 GMT -8
The, not far ahead, he saw her. A beautiful paint mare. To his eye, she looked strong and well-built, a good mare for his herd. With the smile increasing slightly, he trotted up the small rise until he was a few feet away from her, where he slowed to a walk. He walked right up to her, so she could not miss his rippling muscles and brilliant coat. First he began with the method of circling her, though all the while he kept his head turned toward her, so he could look at her and keep eye contact, which was essential in this process.
"Good evening, pretty mare." He began in his flirtatious voice. He was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking, but he biding his time, waiting for exactly fifteen seconds before posing a question. "Now what beats me is the reason why a pretty young mare such as yourself would be out this late, and all alone?" He had knew why he was doing this, but would his careful speech have the desired impact?
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Post by Encore on Jan 24, 2008 18:42:07 GMT -8
As soon as hazel eyes fell upon the golden male that approached, she could tell. How high he carried his head, how confidently and smoothly he moved, but above all, that gleam in his eye. this was a sure stud, almost too-sure. her own eyes watched warily, keeping a look out for those charismatic tricks sure to come. E n c o r e blinked in surprise at how very close he came - he didn't even know her; what if she had been a biter? rather, what if she was in a biting mood? he either needed a lesson in personal space, or had taken plenty on making a first impression. as much as she hated to admit it, he was a good... specimen of a stallion. only a blind man could miss those muscles and his sunburst of a coat. still, looks weren't everything, and as soon as the colt opened his mouth this proved true.
Really, he did not know this one at all. charm? maybe a little much. and as soon as the circling began ears were pinned, and ivory teeth were bared. in fact, a fore-leg was lifted high and struck out, though only as warning with no aim in it at all. that said, as soon as she regained all hooves, composure returned; mouth closed, ears perked in a semi-interested manner, and legs were still. she was not some trophy to be gawked at, nor some prize to be won in her eyes. even if his words came fluidly as water, he still needed to learn. not all mares were influenced this easily; some actions some spoke louder than any words. still, he had spoken and though she was tempted to remain silent and walk off just for him to have to add a chapter in his trick book, she did not. ears pinned momentarily before rising, before lips were parted and her own song rang
"Really brute, do not try to flatter me. Truth be told, I might be older than ye, colt, and am more than capable of keeping my hide intact."
The mare grew silent, nearly passive, but only for a moment. too be completely honest, this was entertaining. to term it correct, she had never been 'courted' by any male so this was a complete new experience for her. that said, she had more experience fighting, keeping herself alive, and thwarting danger than likely any mare here, and most of the stallions. then again, his attempts at flirting nearly brought a small smile to her face, though she knew real compliments could only come once you have known someone. they had only just met. neck was about to arch, as any female's natural reaction is when they meet an attractive male, but instinct was stopped. he needed to learn some respect, and he's be on his way to a perfect Romeo. not yet though, not in her book.
"And I would stop circling before it irritates me further; I wouldn't want to scar that pretty face of yours."
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Post by King Charlemagne on Jan 25, 2008 11:20:53 GMT -8
"I am no brute, my lady." Charlemagne said smoothly, "I am a studly stallion by the name of King Charlemagne, how could mock me so?" He asked lightly as if he was speaking to a very young naive mare. He laughed lightly, though his voice was smooth yet deepened. His eyes were not blue as soon palomino's were, but deep brown withe romantic light alit in them. He was rather tall, rising to 16.3 hands at his withers, and his sported four perfect white stocking and a long, befitting blaze down his nose. His palomino was coat was perfectly aligned, as if every hair had not fallen out of place for entire day and it was a golden as the a human coin, new and polished. His mane and tail were a bright, satin-like white color, like alabaster or albino marble.
He paid no heed to her warning and continued to circle her, still grinning in his flirtatious and rather shameful manner.
"Really? Scare of my pretty face?" His voice was almost taunting, as if he didn't believe she could. He was a first class flirt and quite a disrespectful stallion, or at least at that time he was. He believed himself king of all and in his mind he was. Sitting high upon his throne, overseeing the servants and dictating orders to equines ready to do his bidding and fulfill his every wish. Yet today the King was away from his courtroom, but he had good reason, he was off to seek a queen for his kingdom.
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Post by Encore on Jan 25, 2008 17:52:08 GMT -8
Honestly, it was as if her words went in one ear and out the other. Not only did he seem to ignore her warning, it was if he taunted her! Suppose you cannot blame him for never having come in contact or relations with one such as herself. And his name! Was it his true-blue birth name, as in his mother had such high expectations for her golden son? Or was it self-given, he had such high confidence levels? If it was the latter, he may soon see himself in a different light after spending some time with this overo.
But as in regard to his plain-out rude circling, she came up with her own solution. Teeth were again flashed and neck became snake-like, stretching out baring those teeth that came close to snatching at his unblemished coat. but they were withdrawn, and head tossed itself high, full of frustration. head then lowered, and legs with white well past her knees were sent flying. they were aimed at him purposely, though fell sort. regretable; she really should have gone through with it. upon landing, hind legs surged with 'move!' and she sent her entire body forward. once free from that circling grasp, head tossed itself again before shaking, and legs kicked up a trot.
She did not go far. she was anything but afraid of this one. consider her miss -though there had not been much of a strike- a warning. his last. she would not miss again; either she would just up and leave, tired of this, or would engage him. eye whites gleamed a bit, full of dull anger and... what was the word? not excitement, but rather a keener sense of things. turning to face him, a front leg tore at the earth.
" Dear King Charlemagne, I mock only when someone's foolishness calls for it. "
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Post by King Charlemagne on Jan 26, 2008 19:49:31 GMT -8
Two of the traits for which King Charlemagne was best known for were his foolishness and vanity. It was beyond him to comprehend that a mare didn't necessarily fall head over heals in love with him the instant she saw him. He was also quite vain concerning his physical characteristics, he greatly admired his golden coat and flowing alabaster mane, that foolish Narcissus. He had been raised in a spoiling manner, his parents both powerful lead horses of a powerful herd. He also never took anyone seriously, no matter who they were. He never heeded their warnings of death or injury, but plowed on with his original plan.
So, without thinking it through to any further extent, the palomino stallion started up a jaunty trot which, in no time, broke into a lively canter as he went after her, his ears pinned flat to his skull nd his teeth slightly barred, as if to remind everyone in the vicinity that he was a mature stallion capable of much. Sure, he was mature physically in his body, but his mind could be likened to that of a foolish yearling. Spoiled and rebellious.
"Really?" He questioned, "Why do you scorn me so? I am a beautiful stallion, what do you find so loathsome about me, pray tell?"
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Post by Encore on Jan 26, 2008 20:26:01 GMT -8
**ooc; warning; muse very low** Really, was this brute full of foolish surprises? was he being naive, ignorant? did he not know when to give up, when a female was tired of his antics? or was she underestimating herself? snorting, she pinned her own ears at the stallion, and bared her own teeth. he was really too full of myself and his confidence levels needed to come down a few notches.
" Stallion, you do not know when to lay off. You think you are irrestible and believe you know exactly what you are doing. The news, dear Charlemagne, is that your persistency is aggravating and you need to learn the meaning of quiet "
Snorting once more, she turned in the opposite direction, long stride carrying her smoothly and quickly over the terrian. running away? no; it might be aggravating but it was something to do. wouldn't describe it as leaving, just trying to teach him that somethings you have to work for, and nothing comes easily
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Post by King Charlemagne on Jan 29, 2008 11:13:13 GMT -8
But Charlemagne was not about to give up, especially not at the request of a mare. This stallion knew not how to heed warnings, nor did he know that he should heed warnings. The foolish palomino raised his powerful legs into a rhythmic canter and followed after, his white tail only swishing through the air in minor annoyance. He was following her, in his mind he would so whatever it took to claim this mare for his own. "Well of course I'm irresistible." He called from behind her in the same level, thingyy voice. "Everyone knows I have chivalrous manners and devilish good looks, how can you beat that?" He grinned, as if to emphasize his point. "I'm beautiful, just like you." Inwardly, he praised himself for his last audible remark, wondering how many mare could resist a comment such as that. He was sure that this mare was 'in the bad' as some would say. He quickened his pace, his strides eating up ground between him and her, reaching forward, his neck extending like a snake, he barred his surprisingly clean teeth and bit down, hoping that his teeth would connect with her rump, bitting her gently, and flirtatiously. ((It's fine about the muse ))
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Post by Encore on Jan 29, 2008 18:38:07 GMT -8
**[ooc; well, 'more than usual' my muse will be down; having benchmark exams at school and draining my head of any and all power 0.o]**
E n c o r e was planning on just leaving, though probably allowing the male to follow her. and in the end even, heck, she would probably go with him just to shut him up. so it was no surprise that, at first, the stallion followed her. heck, a small grin near appeared when he boasted about his good looks and charm; his naivity was amusing. she heard the compliment, and the only reason it helped him at all was that it made her hesitate. as soon as his incisors clenched her pelt, she was near infuriated. perhaps if they had been friends, perhaps if she had already agreed to be 'his', heck, even if the conversation hadn't gone this direction, she might've felt the need to 'play' back, and let it brush off her shoulder. but this?! he had just barked up the wrong tree.
The overo began to buck. hard. she didn't give it her all as felt it wasn't needed, but this was too rough for play. then, sliding to a stop so quickly her rump near touched the ground, she jumped back up and turned to face him. ears were near invisible, so deeply embedded in her mane they were. eye whites shone with their own brilliance, and her own teeth bared menancingly. he had gone too far; she would take no more. a for leg pawed at him, almost daring. just try with her, this was her last thread of patience. she hadn't just plain taken off because she did not run from her problems; she faced them. she did not bluntly attack because, as much as she hated to admit it, he was charming. still, he couldn't flirt his way out of this.
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Post by King Charlemagne on Jan 30, 2008 19:12:36 GMT -8
Charlemagne half reared as the mare’s front leg pawed the air in a challenge, as there was still a playful, but innocent look upon his face. As her teeth were barred in his direction, his grin merely became wider.
“What did I do?” He demanded, still grinning goofily. He took another step forced, prancing slightly, as if to show his self-confidence. He was beyond clueless; he didn’t know that it was a good time to stop flirting with this poor mare who had just been minding her own business. His own eyes shown in the darkness, but their glow was the glint of a lover-boy, an equine smitten with infatuation, and he was completely hopeless…completely.
Still clueless about his situation, he jumped around to the mare’s other side, though it was more of a crow hopping motion then anything else. Pinning his ears back in an innocent, playful way, he snaked his neck and nipped at her again, his face alight as if it was the most amusing thing to him in the world. Apparently, he interrupted her bucking as an invitation of some sort to join in a playful romp into the woods with her. Kicking his hooves up, he shot over the grass a short ways, snorting and whinnying a couple times. When he saw that she was not following him, he simply turned back around and began to circle her once again, attempting to nip her harmlessly now and again.
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Post by Encore on Feb 12, 2008 18:33:11 GMT -8
Anger seemed to swell veins on the point of bursting. ears had never been so embedded in her neck. teeth snapped at the still encircling gold stallion. again the overo reared, and for-limbs seemed to want to tear down the sky. upon arriving back upon the hard ground, haunches launched the painted body towards the animated stud. teeth aimed at withers; it would hurt and he would feel it, but such a bite could not do much damage. break the skin just slightly at best. if she had gotten a good grip. as teeth went for his unblemished sun-drenched hide, she could not be sure how hard she had bitten him. but made contact she was sure. after touching, she pushed heavily against his rear to make her way past him. she galloped for only a few strides, and since it was not fear but rather anger that whipped her on, she slowed to a steady lope. no response was given to him; he always stretched answers and seemed to respond strangely to her questions. she was leaving; she had had enough and didn't have the time nor the patience -now at least- to teach some youngster manners.
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Post by King Charlemagne on Feb 14, 2008 13:18:38 GMT -8
Charlemange's wide smirk vanished from his handsome face as he felt to two equine teeth sink into his golden skin. With a groan he tried to avoid them, but it was too late, the mare had broken his skin. For a moment the wound only stung, but then it began seep blood, a minimal amount of blood, but still blood, from the wound. The foolish palomino turned his head to look at the breeding bite in horror.
"Huh?" he muttered, puzzled to why she had bit him and caused him to bleed, but even violence did not register within his skull, as he collected himself and shot after her at a quick, effient canter. No mare was going to get away from with him after doing that, no mare was going to get away from him period, besides, who could resist him?
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Post by Encore on Feb 14, 2008 19:28:29 GMT -8
**ooc; muse kinda low** Ears swiveled and heard the hopeless stud come after her. while in moment, she snorted. she had every intention to continue, to never stop and never look back, to hopefully forget about this young, naively stubborn and hopeless colt. every intention, I swear. something changed her mind. perhaps it was his persistency. perhaps she had become soft. or even she just wanted to end this whole thing and move on. whatever the case, she slowed. not stopping; the golden male had more than proved he was light on his feet. the gait was quick jog, long tail switching at her hide. come on King Charlemagne, hurry up. I know those legs carry speed.
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