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Post by racechick on Jan 14, 2011 0:46:06 GMT -5
Oakie Dos Duel, neutral colors patchwork stag ambled into the forest, weaving firs, pines, oaks, and red woods; and picking his hooves up high over the vegetation. Oakie picked up a steady trot, arching his boa proudly, turquoise pools washing the land carefully. There was no one for miles, yet, they would soon all be gathering... Hopefully. Oakie halted once he entered a small meadow, emerald strands knee high on the small stallion. A nicker erupted from his petty chest, calling any faes that might wander in as well. |
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Post by SpotLover on Jan 14, 2011 1:58:47 GMT -5
 Foxx entered the Claiming Forest, as she was in search of a potential lead stallion, or herd members. Her dark black legs carried her across the ground smoothly, the forest covering some light as it Shawn through the gentle trees. She spotted a black and white stallion, he was very energetic, and extremely catchy looking. She trotted up to him, he was just stunning! Bowing her head she introduced herself, "I am Foxx, lead mare of Ferhus-Golden Field. May I ask who you are?". |
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Post by racechick on Jan 14, 2011 15:17:58 GMT -5
Oakie Dos Neatly curved auds swiveled, optics exploring the land once again, nothing. The soft rhythmic harmony of a well executed trot, she'd been quiet as a mouse; his nearly pristine harks missing every sign that she was coming. Turning on his hocks to face the approaching mare, a warm and welcoming smile on his duel colored kissers, optics widened, and his jaw almost dropped open. This mare was gorgeous! Aureate mass gleamed like a freshly cut yellow diamond it the sun's rays, silky ink dipped banner enveloped her boa preciously, while her whipcord blew gently in the breeze. Her honey coated words came next, ebony and ivory soldier standing curiously on the front lines of his crown, 'I am Foxx, lead mare of Ferhus-Golden Field. May I ask who you are?'
"Well hello there Foxx, my name is Oakie Dos. It's a pleasure to meet you." He replied, folding his stubby left fore leg under his mass; while tucking in his attic in a bow. Returning to standing position, the stag extended his crane, letting his muzzle hang inches from her's. Her aroma was sweet, like honey suckles in summer time, a quiver rushing down the stag's spine. He was in love. By now, the brute was speechless, muscle tissue contracting to arch his neck., he decided to let her do most of the talking. |
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Post by SpotLover on Jan 14, 2011 23:06:01 GMT -5
Foxx looked at the stallion, he looked completely love-struck the moment he saw her. Apparently she was really good looking! "It is all my pleasure, Okie Dos. That is quite a different name you have there!" she said, extending her muzzle to touch his, after all, it was a greeting, and she did not want to be one bit rude.
He was a stunning little brute, his ice blue eyes full of fun and curiosity. He was perfect! "Have you yet claimed a territory for yourself?" she added in, hoping that he had not. She was intending on making him the lead stallion of her territory, then claiming many mares and colts to increase the size in the herd, possibly having the strongest herd in the land. |
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Post by racechick on Jan 15, 2011 0:52:57 GMT -5
Oakie Dos She sounded somewhat happy to meet him as well, bumping his muzzle, icey pools of turquoise wide and goggling. The brute smiled wamly, trying to collect his thoughts, as the mare began her sweet song of words again. "Have you yet claimed a territory for yourself?" A twinge in his gut, shame, leaving an ache in his pride. He hadn't a land,a place to sweep this beautiful vixen again to... Nothing. Oakie attic dropped, optics dazing upwar d to Foxx. "Why no dear, I haven't a land to call my own." He hoped that she wouldn't mind, maybe they could claim one together... |
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Post by SpotLover on Jan 15, 2011 13:38:13 GMT -5
"Oh you poor sweet" Foxx said jokingly, "No worry, I believe I have claimed one of the best terras in the land. Would you want to join me and be lead stallion?". She hoped that the brute would accept her offer to be lead, he seemed fit to be the lead of her herd, plus, she fancied him a bit, and possibly hoped for a foal in the future from him.
He was of simple quality, the human-bred arabian-type Miniature, stunning dishy head, high held tail, of upmost quality and just sheer joy to watch. She was bred the same, her great great grandparents were ponies from which were brought to the island from humans. She did not know much about them, except they walked on 2 legs and had almost no hair, ugly buggers!
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Post by racechick on Jan 15, 2011 20:12:56 GMT -5
Oakie Dos The stallion chuckled, grinning, humored by her gesture. "I couldn't turn done such a gorgeous mare, though I wish this was under different circumstances..." The brute replied, nuzzling her glossy honey colored shoulder. Oakie grinned warmly at his queen, "Where is this land you own ma'lady?" He asked, ready to follow his maidan to their home; maybe finding a member or two on the way. Multi-duel colored stallion inched into her personal circle, arching his boa, kissers lipping her mane playfully. -------- OOC- Horrible post... Srry, no muse for him yet rlly... |
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Post by SpotLover on Jan 17, 2011 22:30:18 GMT -5
"I am the lead mare of Ferhus-Golden Field" Foxx responded to the stallion. Inside, she was overflowed with excitement due to him accepting her offer. "Shall we go now?" she asked, hoping that he would want to, possibly they could pick up some other mares on their way by to add to the herd.
Even after such a short time, she had gotten herself a perfect lead stallion, and possibly some mares to add to the herd. She was so excited, many things running through her mind.
OOC: Once we pick up some mares and go back to the terra could we do some breedings, increse MI's population? |
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Post by racechick on Jan 17, 2011 23:06:15 GMT -5
Oakie Dos "It sounds lovely my dear." He replied, smiling lovingly at her. They hadn't known each other long, but Oakie was in love with Foxx. Muscles tensing in his boa, collecting his attic inward to his chest, stepping into a prancy trot. "We shall." He agreed, heading in the direction of the terras. Moving his mass next to his gorgeous maidan's, Oakie playfully lipped her mane, tossing his crown before breaking into a quick paced canter. Turquoise optics washed the land, searching for mares worthy to serve under Foxx, their mistress. OOC- Yeppers =)) |
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Post by SpotLover on Jan 18, 2011 19:48:53 GMT -5
Foxx gave a playful nip at Oakie Dos' mane and pranced towards her lands. She hoped that on their way they would be able to pick up a few other fillies and colts to add to their newly started herd. Their herd was so small, and it there would not be much of a defense team against any threats.
OOC: Wanna post in Naiad's Call? |
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Post by racechick on Jan 19, 2011 11:44:48 GMT -5
OOC- Freckles claimed her...
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Post by SpotLover on Jan 22, 2011 16:57:27 GMT -5
OOC: Okay, let's just start a post in Foxx's land until there are more equines, then we can head back to the claiming ground and get more members for the herd.
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