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Post by SpotLover on Jan 23, 2011 20:58:20 GMT -5
 Foxx trotted into her lands, whinnying excitedly. She looked back, making sure that her new lead stallion, Okie Dos, had made it there safely. Her lands weren't too far from the Claiming Grounds, but they passed the Forcers, Rebels, and Bachelors, and she didn't want him to get caught up in any of those "herds". She pranced around, giving a small nicker to give the brute an idea of where she was. |
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Post by racechick on Jan 30, 2011 0:51:50 GMT -5
Oakie Dos Neutral, on duel sides of the spectrum, hued stallion trotted into the lush aureate field after his glistening tawny based fae with silky locks of ebony. Oakie smiled at his doe, his heart melting a bit more. Arching his boa, sapphire globe washings her gorgeous terrain, "It is so beautiful here my queen, though it is of little beauty compared to you." He flattered her, lightly nuzzling her glossy blond crane. Multi-colored soldiers stood curiously on the front lines, there was someone... Or something here. He was sure of that. Freckles Ivory plates tracked the mare into the flourishing plain of golden strands, optics locked forward, auds swiveling as she anticipated her approach on other horses. The rank musk of a brute had caught her attention on her journey to find a stag. She had one in mind... Sigaf. He was a vicious stallion, but he had hardy genetics and that is what their foals would need to survive and thrive as an all mare herd. Pillars thrusting her mass in a determined canter, Freckles caught a glimpse of a pair of miniatures. She swallowed hard, this was going to be the oddest thing she would ever have to ask another of her kind, an excited snort clearing her nares.
Freckles slowed to a halt as she came within about a foot of the horses, a sweet grin plastered on her maw. "Hello, my name is Freckles." She introduced, bending a column in a bow. Lifting her mass to a standing position, Freckles continued, "I come to ask a favor... And in return maybe we could be an alliance..." She negotiated, hazel pools lingering on the faces of the mare and stallion. "I need a stallion, presumably you, she said, looking at the patch-worked stag. to breed my herd of mares... So that we may thrive." She presented what she was here for, keeping her profile serious as she waited for their replies. |
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Post by SpotLover on Jan 30, 2011 15:14:59 GMT -5
Foxx watched as the appaloosa coloured mare walked up to herself and Oakie Dos. She listened quietly as the mare made her offer, she thought a moment before responding. "What sort of alliance? I may consider if Oakie Dos is willing, and we benifit from it." she said, looking over at the mare.
She smiled warmly at Oakie Dos when he nuzzled her. He was such a gentle stallion, and after some thought, she realized that if he bred Freckles' mares, then there would be many foals on the ground like him. |
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Post by racechick on Jan 31, 2011 13:01:59 GMT -5
Freckles "I'm sure we can come to terms with something. Oakie, your linage will be carried on for many years, which I'm sure will please you." She hadn't thought about the alliance in deepth really, but she had a feeling they would want more than just someone to come help defend them in battle. "What if, I have one of my mares bred by a different stallion and if it is a filly she will be the bind of our alliance... And I will personally deliver her." She suggested, wondering if they would take the bait. Crimson harks sat lazily on the front lines of her crown, sensitive hairs turning the vibrations to noise within her brain as the stag began to speak. Oakie Dos The brute listened to the mares, whirling at first, icy blue globes looking over the speckled mare. As Foxx finished the other mare began, trying to find a way to bind their alliance, kissers parting as the mare's lips hushed. "I am willing, as it would please me to have my spawn thrive through out these lands, but my queen is the one to make the final decision." He remarked, winking at his maiden. Oakie dropped his crania, take a mouthful of grass in his mouth, chewing it slowly as he awaited the mares to come to terms. |
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Post by SpotLover on Jan 31, 2011 16:38:02 GMT -5
Foxx thought about her options, it seemed that the mare was mostly set on having Oakie Dos as their herd sire, and of course the brute wanted to please herself, as she was the lead mare. "Oakie may go to your herd and breed your mares, as long as you insure he comes back safe, your mares better treat him well, he is very prized in my newly-started herd." she said, giving a playful look to Oakie Dos.
"Also, in return, I ask that one of the fillies from the breedings come back to our herd once she is of age. By then our herd will have grown larger." She hoped that this will have worked, the mare gets her free breedings, and she gets a guaranteed new member of the herd, plus some of those foals will be searching for herds once they are old enough to leave. |
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Post by racechick on Jan 31, 2011 17:41:28 GMT -5
Freckles Freckles nodded as she listened to the mare's serious tone, glancing at the painted brute, he was awfully handsome no wonder he was prized here. "Of course, she stated, dipping her crown to the mare, I will bring you the two foals for you to decide from once they are of age." She stated, arching her boa, globes washing his neutral mass again. He would blend lovely with Nymph, though she wasn't sure what they would get once he bred her. "The Cesto Rocky Edge sir." She informed him, gracefully lifting her fore columns as she spun around. Haunches tensed as she pushed herself into a gallop, heading for her land, she had to prepare Nymph for the arrival of the cow. Oakie Dos The ivory and obsidian cow nodded as the mares came to an agreement, barely catching the name of her terra before she was galloping away. Cesto's Rocky Ridge, sounded nice. Oakie turned to look at Foxx, "Good negotiating my dear." He commented, lipping a silky strand of her ink dipped banner. He wasn't sure if he should leave now or wait a few hours, the sun still high in the turquoise sea, making the valley shimmer. OOC- Srry i have no muse for Oakie rite now =(( |
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Post by SpotLover on Jan 31, 2011 20:19:47 GMT -5
Foxx watched quietly as the short mare took off at a gallop towards her lands. "Oakie, you are the lead stallion, you have no need to ask me for permission, you have just as much right as I do" she said to the brute, unsure of why he was questioning everything. She had chosen him to be a lead, he suited it perfectly, he just needed to realize that he was one now.
"Oakie you can go right now if you are wanting to, I will go search for some new herd members." |
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Post by racechick on Jan 31, 2011 20:46:27 GMT -5
Oakie Dos A snort rang through his nares, astonished slightly by her tone, it wasn't that he wanted to ask permission for everything he did; but it wasn't his land, just because she had choosen him as lead stallion didn't make it his, making him unsure of just how much control he should take. Letting his optics lock with her's for a moment, the brute nudged her before leaping into an extended canter in the direction of Freckles' land. A goodbye nicker erupted from his throat, though he knew he would be home with his maiden soon, and quite possibly another member. A smile cracked on his face, finally he had somewhere to call home. |
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