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Post by TobyMacFreak on Jul 15, 2008 20:30:00 GMT -5
The sound of the waves lapping on the shore was a calming to sound, to everyone who heard it. The lapping was constant in the land, and were was the wonders of the land that happened everyday. The day was cool, and everything was out and moving around, including the leader of the herd, and the second in command.
The liver-chestnut female walked beside the dark bay stallion, toward the ocean. Their hoof-beats were barely heard as they walked on the very short grass that was near the sand. The liver-chestnut turned her gaze toward the bay beside her and she began to speak. "Chester?" She started. "Yes?" He answered her. "Do, you ever think that war will come between the two valleys? Do you think God wants that?" She asked her second in command.
As they walked the bay stallion thought of the question that his leader had asked him. He took a deep breath before answering, knowing his leader had a very strong faith in her God. "I don't think God wants there to be war, but can He stop it?" He knew his answer to her question was wrong, when she stopped and looked him sharply in the eye. "I know God can stop anything if He wishes it not to happen." She told him, her voice stern. He nodded to his leader. They began to walk again, but in silence.
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Post by • katiekins. on Jul 15, 2008 22:37:33 GMT -5
Large, feathered hooves lumbered lazily across the earth, leaving in their wake equally large prints for anyone to follow. The warm sun beat down heavily onto the donna's painted canvas, causing tiny beads of sweat to cling and glisten as she moved. Truthfully? She had no idea where she was or where she was going, but none of that really mattered to the Gypsy. She went where she wanted, when she wanted, and almost always stirred up trouble of some sort at the same time. In this instance, it was no different, except that she hadn't found trouble - yet.
Onyx and ivory build weaved through the gathering of swaying palms, careful not to her massive barrel stuck between the tight spaces. That was the only drawback to being large, you had the tendency to either get stuck or to destroy things. The former wasn't so pleasant, and the latter was to soon horrible and to some a pastime. At the moment, it seemed she was doing the latter, though most of it was unintentional. Sticks and underbrush cracked beneath her steps, giving way to the monster as she sullenly moved out into the dunes.
Pausing, she eyed the large stretch of beach that merged into ocean, squinting slightly against the bright sunlight. At first, nothing caught her eye, only the muffled crashing of waves filling the void in her pinned sonars. Then, a pair of equine figures came into view, moving out onto the beach and seeming quite engaged in conversation. Brow quirked, a smirk playing across her velvets as sturdy limbs easily slid into another lazy amble. Indifferent motions finally brought her closer to the pair, but she didn't speak, nor did she stop to do so, merely carried on beside them as if she had known them her whole life.
-------------------- notes -- still getting used to her. ^_^
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Post by TobyMacFreak on Jul 16, 2008 10:54:39 GMT -5
The tall stallion turned his gaze toward the palm trees when he heard a noise. His brown eyes scanned the area, but he saw nothing. Over there the shadows were large, and any dark colored equine could hide. He snorted and then sniffed the air, catching a sent. He nickered softly to the female beside him and he watched as she turned her pretty head.
The liver-chestnut said nothing as they kept walking, and as the two watched the new equine walk over to them. She turned her gaze back to the ocean when the black overo came closer to them. She said nothing to the equine as she and her stallion stopped on the edge of the sand, hoping this new equine would as well.
Chester looked over Kapu-Lewa's back and over to the new equine. He was quite a bit taller than her, and so was his leader, but that didn't matter. He felt the sting of his leader's tail on his backside and he turned his head to look out toward the ocean, feeling stupid for staring at the new equine.
Kapu-Lewa began to speak, but she didn't look at the equine next to her, just out toward the ocean. "I am Kapu-Lewa. The leader of this herd, and queen of the entire Wahine Valley. I welcome you." Her words were loud in the quite land, because the breeze had stopped for a moment and the only sound had been her voice and the crashing of the waves. As soon as she was done speaking, the breeze started up again.
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Post by • katiekins. on Jul 16, 2008 20:16:44 GMT -5
Sauntering by the female's side, painted tiara was held aloft, almost pridefully, but not quite. But the two stopped shortly, and after a quick debate, so did the Vanner. Feathered hooves planted themselves firmly in the dune grass littering the edge of the pearly grains, quickly adopting a comfortable stance. She wasn't going anywhere, despite the fact that the mare beside her still hadn't given her a glance. But the bay seemed rather curious, dark sienna lanterns catching his movement out of the corner of her eye. Lifting large skull, the donna offered him a devious smirk, flashing an almost imperceptible wink before returning to her study of the ocean.
They both had a height advantage, which while it felt odd to be shorter then them, didn't bother her too much. She of course, had the girth and weight to beat the two. The salty breeze had reached a lull, in which the auburn bella had chosen the time to speak, of all things. It was something Cruella hated the most, and yet at the same time she loved it. It was a odd sort of balance, one that confused most. Not bothering to hold back the yawn that showed off stained dentals, she gave a slight shake to her crown, tossing the bothersome, ivory locks from her view. Lurking in suspenseful silence, she eventually sucked in a sufficiant breath to begin her retort.
Queen, eh? Should I call you "Majesty"? Low voice drawled, thingying a brow as she eyed the female with another smirk. Snorting gently, tones began to rumble on, caring little if they caused any damage along the way. The name's Cruella De Vil. And how about the boy, does he happen to have a name and title as well? Arching thick boa, she glanced over the back of the self-acclaimed queen to stare outright at the mahogany masculine. This was going to be fun, if she had anything to say about it.
------------------ notes -- dun take anything she says personally, she's just nasty. =P
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Post by TobyMacFreak on Jul 16, 2008 22:27:02 GMT -5
The breeze blew a little harder as the new equine began to speak, sending the manes of the liver-chestnut and the bay back toward the palm trees. The stallion closed his brown orbs as he felt the breeze pull his mane back. He loved the feel of the wind in his mane, even if he was standing still. He opened his orbs when he heard the new equine begin to speak. He listened to her first words and he snorted at what she said to the queen. He felt a light hit of her tail, telling him that everything was fine. He nodded to her and then looked out toward the ocean.
The liver-chestnut listened to what the equine had to say, after she bashed the queen of the land. The female already didn't like the black over equine standing next to her, but she knew she had to get her herd rank up. She stamped a hoof into the grass and left a print. She turned her gaze to look at the female now and she began to speak. "The name his mother gave him is, Chester. I call him Mea Himeni. That is his Hawaiian name." She told the new equine, keeping her cool as she did.
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Post by • katiekins. on Jul 16, 2008 23:14:59 GMT -5
Apparently, anything she said or did that was even remotely rude would only be ignored by the two equine in her company. Letting a small scowl crease her already wrinkled brow, she sullenly glared at the foaming waves, watching them crash and leap toward the beach as if churned by her own emotions. A cool breeze wrapped about her long threads, curling them about her neck and blowing them across her face once more. Still the male hadn't spoken, which only further infuriated her and piqued her curiosity. Could he be mute? Oh the fun. Endless torrents of sarcasm and snippy remarks and none back. Now wouldn't that be something.
Catching the motion of the chestnut mare, the Vanner again eyed her dubiously, giving a small, heartless chuckle at the outward display of frustration. Ah, so her words had created some sort of reaction after all. Checking her mirth as the leader began to speak, she soon learned that the stomping of a hoof was the only reaction. No mention of her comment was said, not even a hint of hearing her former words. Lobes pinned against her skull, disappearing beneath the mass of thick locks adorning it. Her temper was never something to awaken, and unfortunately, it took very little to do so.
Since you're so fond of Hawaiian names, what would you call me? A sneer replaced the scowl, turning to fake an innocent expression that was mixed horribly. Must you speak for the little guy? Let him have a chance to stand up for himself. Paper-thins expelled another large whuff of carbon, stocky limbs moving her build away from the two as she further surveyed the land. Continuing to creep down the beach, she glanced first this way, then that way, is if inspecting it for sale. It was lovely, yes, thought she wasn't about to admit that.
Turning, she angled back to the pair, only this time shuffling her muscular frame over to stand next to the bay masculine. He towered a good hand above her, though it didn't deter Cruella in the least. Save for the fact that had to tilt her crania up just a bit to be able to catch his stoic gaze. C'mon. Talk. Chester, was it? Or would you rather I call you Mea Himeni as well? Deep voice, uncharacteristic for a female, drawled out. Heavy barrel swayed, leaning far enough out to bump against his build before recoiling to await a response.
-------------------- notes -- no notes, really. don't like this post, but it's here.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on Jul 16, 2008 23:45:10 GMT -5
The liver-chestnut watched as the painted equine darted out into the sand. She snorted in surprise in the action of the female. She shifted on her hooves, getting ready to take off if the large equine would get lost in the waves. Her hazel eyes watched the paint for a while before she saw the female coming back to her. She rolled her orbs, but only after she threw her light colored forelock over her orbs. She listened to what the female had to say, and she said nothing. She heard what the female had said about Hawaiian names and she smirked and thought quickly for a name for the new member of her herd, if she could be called a member. "Your Hawaiian name would be Limu." She told the black overo, with a smirk on her face.
The stallion smirked when he heard the name that his queen had given the new equine. He tired to keep his laughter back, but some slipped out of his maw and out into the open air. The breeze pushed his laughter around the land and out into the open sea, making it sound twice as loud as it really was. He blinked and looked down on the black overo, and watched her move around him. He threw his ears back when she said his name and he held back a snort when she said his Hawaiian name. His Hawaiian name was a special name, and should only be used when being addressed by someone special, and this female was not special. He stamped a hoof into the ground as his leader did before. When he felt her touch on his barrel he snorted loudly in her face and walked out from in between his queen and this new female.
He turned to look at her, his brown eyes blazing now. "Just call me by the name my mother has given me, Chester." He told her, his tone cold. He looked over to his queen and got an idea. He smirked at her and she picked up on the hint and gave him a single nod. He turned his blazing gaze back to the new equine and began to speak. "Would you like to race, for the prize of calling me what-ever name you want?" He couldn't think of any better stakes, but he thought they were good ones. He locked eyes with the evil and mean mare before him, waiting for an answer.
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Post by • katiekins. on Jul 18, 2008 21:05:21 GMT -5
If it could be possible, the contessa's scowl had deepened, thoroughly wrinkling her features and looking rather unbecoming. Lobes were no longer visible, having been shoved far beneath the locks on her skull. Despite her sick enjoyment of getting a rise out of others, she often lost her temper before they did. On second thought, she shouldn't have asked about names, seeing as she was quite ignorant of all things foreign. When the chestnut mare spoke, she didn't have a clue as to what "Limu" meant, only that they were most definitely insulting her. The suspicions were only confirmed when the masculine beside her let a laugh slip, only infuriating Cruella further.
But she had little time to throw out an icy response, this Chester who was now situated by her side raising his own flint to pound into the ground. What was it with these stomps? Surely they didn't want to damage their pretty little patch of so called "heaven". Suddenly, the mahogany bodice that had been towering above the Vanne slipped away, whirling to face her with a rather unhappy expression. A small prick of satisfaction cut through her anger, molding her frown into a haughty smirk. And then his chilly baritones weaseled their way into her flattened ears, somehow getting past all blocking them and seeping into her thinker.
Paper-thins dilated, blowing a aggravated snort in his general direction. But then, velvets parted, letting sour words flash back in retort. Well, lookie here. You can speak after all. Chuckling darkly, her muscled build shifted closed to him yet again, tiara craning up to glare defiantly at him through the curtain of locks that partially obscured her vision. Hmm, pretty boy, your offer is tempting. But I will call you what I want, regardless of winning a race or not. Besides, I wouldn't want to make a fool of you. Truth be told, she wasn't willing to lose, which would probably be the most likely outcome. She had strength, no doubt, but it was not in running, or racing for that matter. It was brute force. And her feathered hooves paired with stocky legs would stand little chance to his agile, and speedy skeleton.
Holding his glare for a moment more, she then turned her attention to the queen, recalling to mind the unknown name granted. Don't think I would let you off the hook that easily, dear. If you think insulting me is a good idea, I would have to say, think again. With each word, she angled her frame closer, until she was now close enough to feel the gentle warmth radiating from the doll's canvas. Already low voice had been dropped even more, turning into an almost growl as she finished speaking. At the time, she hadn't resorted to physical things, though the urge to place a well deserved nip on the taunting flesh was tempting. Instead, she settled for the glare, continuing to shoot daggers at the pair of them.
-------------------- notes -- lawl. i liked the name you picked to call cruella. xD oooh, she's mad now, though.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on Jul 19, 2008 22:19:06 GMT -5
The faithful queen took a deep breath and watched the black overo. She knew this female needed help, and all she was doing was pushing the female away. She had been taught to try and help helpless souls, and she wasn't going to let her training go to waist. She knew she hadn't done any real damage with the name she had picked for the new overo, but she didn't want to make it worse. She watched as the female came closer and closer to her, and her words didn't effect the queen at all. She tossed her mane before she took a step away from the angry mare. She knew that she could get hurt with this mare being so angry. She took one more step back before she looked at Chester, who was leaving her alone with the crazed female.
The bay stallion walked down the beach, leaving his queen alone with the black overo. He snorted to himself and said, "Well, at least her name fits her well. Her mother must have know what kind of mare her daughter would turn out to be." His words were quite and the wind was blowing, so he didn't think that the overo had heard, but he wasn't too sure. He looked back once, running his brown orbs over the paint's stocky, yet nice, frame. He turned his gaze away from the two females and pushed himself into a trot, getting as far away as possible.
Kapu-Lewa looked back to the overo before her and took a deep breath. "Look, I'm sorry for wanting you to race against Mea Himeni. He does have a full head sometimes. Anyway, would you like to talk about being a part of my herd?" The queen's tone was soft and calm, making sure she wasn't going to upset the over anymore than she already was. She tossed a glance over to the bay stallion. She saw him trotting along the beach, leaving a trail of hoof-prints behind. She turned her gaze back to the overo and waited for an answer from her. She expected something mean to come from the mare, but she wouldn't take it to heart.
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