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Post by Ventriloquist on Jan 18, 2011 8:27:30 GMT -5
Nymph With the daintiness of a doe, Nymph moved towards her knew home. Edging forward, her breath was taken from her. I It was beautiful; The stones, bleached white, were sparkling in the midday light. Waves crashed and eroded the ones closest to the shore, turning them black and worn. Grass edged the stones, wider in some areas and thinner in others. Something the Miniature noticed was the lack of trees of any kind. Interesting, Nymph's mind whispered. She had always been amongst trees, so it was a suprise to see so few. The only ones were saplings that fought to breath in crags. Flicking her chestnut ears back, Nymph turned to look behind her at Freckles. She moved back to the speckled mare, and nickered, "It is so beautiful." |
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Post by racechick on Jan 27, 2011 14:50:14 GMT -5
Freckles Garnet sprinkled columns beat rhythmically against the turf, salt infused oxygen numbed the sensitive cilia within her nasal passages, harks swiveling alertly for Nymph. A grin twisted onto her velvet muzzle, her mind picturing the paint splattered peachy chestnut mare. A nicker crinkled her kissers, the cooled updrafts pulling it through her terra, auds antisipating the delicate song of Nymph's voice. Pillars diminished to a steady pace trot, extending her compact limbs, dropping her crown so the short emerald blades tickled her muzzle. Hazel globes caught the distant silhouette of Nymph, the mare's ground covering pace brought her to the patchworked side of her first member. "Well thanks." She replied, admiring the beauty of her terrian. Auburn pools closed, a comfortable smile on her velveteens, glistening orbs dissolving the world again.
It really was gorgeous here, she had gotten lucky finding the unclaimed teausure. Spotted doe let a warm smirk twist onto her profile, "I'm glad you like it... I think it would be more beautiful if there were more mares that called this paradise home." She stated, disappointed that she had found only a single mare to join her herd. It was still early though, Freckles shaking her crania and snorting, optics gleaming as she looked at the graceful doe. |
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Post by Ventriloquist on Jan 27, 2011 19:41:42 GMT -5
Nymph Craning her delicate neck, Nymph looked to her hooves. Glancing back up through her forelock, the mare bobbed her head, "Yes, it would look even nicer if there were more of us."
A thought suddenly hit Nymph. How would there be foals, if there were only mares? The pretty Tobiano knew that she wanted a foal, a baby to call her own and to care for. How could this happen here?
"Freckles . . ." She began nervously, scuffling her dainty hooves, "How will we have foals? That is, if we are all mares." Curiously, Nymph watched for a reaction . |
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Post by racechick on Jan 30, 2011 0:32:43 GMT -5
Freckles Spotted fae inhaled deeply, salt coating each cilia within he racute nares, Nymph's frieghting sing song voice striking her auds next. Freckles snorted, shaking her crown, she knew this would be coming. "I have it handled... If you don't mine staying here by yourself for a short time..." Freckles stated, hinting that she needed to leave. She didn't want to leave her first herd member alone, but she needed someone to protect her land, just incase newcomers came about Miniature Island and tried to take her terra. Freckles' orbs flickered, rolling her glassy pools as she started tracking her way toward a certain terra in mind... The Ferhus Golden Field. "I'll be back soon hun." She nickered sweetly to Nymph. |
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Post by Ventriloquist on Jan 30, 2011 14:08:26 GMT -5
Nymph As soon as the older mare said she was leaving, Nymph's ears pinned back in fright. Freckles was leaving so soon?
The tiny paint's eyes were wide as she nickered with a tremble, "Wh-where are you going?" Where was Freckles going to find a way for foals here?
Nymph bit back her worried behavior. She wanted a foal, did she not? Dropping her delicate muzzle the doe-like mare nodded in consent. |
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Post by racechick on Jan 31, 2011 17:53:37 GMT -5
Freckles Pillars stretched as far as her small frame would allow, harks pinned against her skull as she galloped into her terra, the familiar scents settling within her thin-walled nares. An excited nicker erupted from deep within her chest, vibrating her entire mass as she swiftly raced across the land. The blurry shape of Nymph came into view, the jubuliant fae slowing, boa filmed with sweat. Haunches fell inches about the bleached sand, sliding a foot or so become stopping completely, taking a few steps before coming to rest next to Nymph. "I found a stallion." She stated plainly, dropping her crown to nibble at the strands of salt tainted olive. Lifting her attic, globes locking with Nymph's as she flirtily wiggled a brow. A hollow chuckle escaped her plump kissers, harks swiveling as she wondered as to when the paint splattered brute would arrive. |
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Post by Ventriloquist on Jan 31, 2011 18:18:54 GMT -5
Nymph Nymph grazed quietly on the green grass nestled between the rocky crags. Her tail swung behind her, flying like a banner. After the Freckles had gone in search for whatever she was looking for, the tiny mare had been just dozing and munching.
The sound of hooves on stone started the Miniature. Liifting the delicate head from her meal, the extremely reserved Nymph let out a squeal of exitement when she saw her lead. Trotting forward, the flaxen met the appaloosa half-way.
"Freckles!" Whickered Nymph, banner tail now thrown around by both the wind and joy. After nosing at the afformentioned mare, the younger froze. Freckles had announced that she had "Found a stallion".
Where was he, wondered Nymph, as she swung her head around to search. Nothing. Not another horse in sight. Tilting her head, Nymph sniffed at Freckles.
A slightly different smell from the lead's own hit Nymph's flaring ebony nostrils. A stallion and a mare, it seemed. Blinking her wide eyes as she stared at Freckles', Nymph asked, "Where is he?" |
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Post by racechick on Jan 31, 2011 21:39:16 GMT -5
Oakie Dos Dainty round hooves impacted the turf like bullets, the rhythmic echo of his trot soon muffled once he stepped into the powdered beach, icy sky globes scanning the land for Freckles and her herd. His well muscled pillars pushed him in the direction of a small crest, spotting the mares as he reached it's butte, a low nicker erupting from his pettie yet stout chest. Setting into a effortless trot, the cow reached the mares quickly, dipping his crown in respect as he halted before them. "Hello, I am Oakie Dos." He introduced himself to the other mare, paint like himself though much differently hued. He didn't want to be pushy, but he longed to return to Foxx, even if they hadn't been apart long. "Shall we begin?" He asked, flicking his harks before heading in the direction of the crest. It was more private beyond the mound, the mare left by the open ocean wouldn't have a direct view, easing Oakie a bit. b Freckles No sooner than the melody had passed her kissers, did the sound of Oakie's nicker assualt her sensitive harks. "There he is now." She replied, turning to watch the handsome ebony and ivory brute graciously jog toward them. "This is Nymph, and we shall. Nymph, would you like to go first?" She questioned, offering a delicate smile to the fae. Freckles knew this probably wasn't what Nymph was expecting when she agreed to join Freckles, but this would be the only way the herd would ever thrive, and she hoped that the painted fae understood that. |
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Post by Ventriloquist on Jan 31, 2011 22:03:11 GMT -5
Nymph Eyes wide in shock, the young mare practically gaped in suprise at the handsome stallion. Dropping her pretty head (a habit of her's, it seemed), Nymph answered his introduction with her own name, "I am Nymph."
When he asked if they should "begin", the paint swung her head to look imploringly to Freckles. Was this really what was to be asked of Nymph?
After being asked to go first, the dainty horse swelled up her chest - Not to be threatening, but to give her more air so that she could clear her head. Bobbing her head, Nymph murmured, "Alright." |
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Post by racechick on Feb 1, 2011 0:58:13 GMT -5
Freckles The speckled mare saw the hesitation in the mare's answer, then the murmur proved her theory, Nymph wasn't ready. Lipping a strand of her creamy tawny highlighted banner, pulling it slightly, as to stop her. "Nymph, you don't have to go if you're not ready." She told her, not wanting to force the young and fragile fae to do anything she didn't want. Harks flickered toward the stallion, he was patiently waiting because she didn't hear a peep from his directions, her optics focused on Nymph. "Dear, you only have to do this if you want to." She assured her, nuzzling her boa lightly. "I'll go, when I get back, if you really... And I mean really want to, you can." She told her, nodding her crown to the fae, optics holding a warm and caring glow.
Freckles crossed her fore right pillar over her left, trotting in the direction of the handsome cow. Her face stayed straight, not giving any hint of excitement or possible enjoyment from the experience. Freckles swung her rump toward the stallion, harks pinned slightly, pillars tense as she prepared herself for his weight. Lifting her whipcord, she laid it toward the side, as she felt his weight on her back. Oakie Dos The stag waited for one of the mares to arrive over the crest, Nymph had been nominated to go first, but he soon saw Freckles making her way toward him. A flirty smirk cover his maw as her rump settled in front of his face, his muzzle tenderly touching her dock. He mounted her quickly, a quick thrust and he was hard at work, though he didn't take his take. He spread his seeds quickly, not wearing himself out, he had two mares to breed back to back. The cow dismounted, bumping her rump, then watched her return to her abode over the crest. Freckles The stag finished quickly, Freckles nodding a thanks before heading back toward Nymph, her dainty legs covering the distance quickly. "Have you made a decision hun?" She questioned, once within about a foot of the fae. Freckles halted, thingying a hind pillar, waiting for Nymph to make a choose. |
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Post by Ventriloquist on Feb 1, 2011 12:59:57 GMT -5
Nymph
Watching Freckles leave over the crest, Nymph thought to herself in the time she was gone. Scuffling her small hooves, the dainty mare knew what she wanted.
When Freckles returned, a musky scent hung over her. Flicking her backs, Nymph bobbed her head in greeting. Then she took off over the crest, following the appy's trail without a word.
Spotting the stallion, the paint nickered a nervous little greeting.
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Post by racechick on Feb 6, 2011 17:35:56 GMT -5
Oakie Dos Duel- colored harks flickered forward as the apricot patchwork fae steadily made her way to him, her nicker revealing her nervousness. Oakie felt torn that he had to breed the mare, because he felt as though she really didn't want to, but Freckles and Foxx had made a pact and he was part of it now. Gulping, the brute smiling, walking around to her rump, her scent teasing the acute follicles that lined his nare walls. A short huff escaped his nares, she was a pretty little thing, shy though. Without anymore hesitation, the brute mounted the patient doe, rubbing his thick jowls along her crest; He didn't have a thirst for blood, but his molars lightly gripped her boa, helping to balance his atop her petite frame.
Oakie set to work, just like he had with Freckles, letting his seedlings settle into the mare before dismounting. A cute, yet handsome, smile plastered his kissers, "You tell Freckles Foxx and I will see her soon, please?" The stud asked politely, nudging Nymph's thin crane before bolting in the direction of home. Freckles She was slightly surprised to see the paint splashed mare move in the direction of the stallion, Freckles smiling lightly, muzzle meeting the earth again to trim the grasses. She wondered who would have what, and who would be giving up their foal. Freckles didn't want Nymph's to know what would be happening once the foals didn't need them anymore, but she knew that she would have to face it sooner or later. She decided that once Nymph returned, she would explain the terms of the alliance, and hopefully all would work out for the best. |
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