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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2014 21:25:17 GMT -6
WICKED CLOWN* down with the wicked clowns Daggers beat over the terrain with a loud thundering sound. Orbs dancing from one place to the other as he adventured over the place in wanders of just what this stallion was planning on doing as he cantered over the terrain. Flickering his thorns about on his head as he began to slow his dagger. Snorting loudly as his eyes found the sight of water near him. Motioning forwards as he dropped his massive head down towards the water below. Taking in a deep breath before he began to feel the smooth taste of the water sliding down his throat.
Shifting his weight as he walked into it some to where his front daggers held him in the water. Taking in a deep breath of air as he seemed to enjoy this type of weather at this very moment. Grinning as he was so ready to find out just what type of equine might come and walk into his direction for him to care for. . . well talking wise. He just wanted some kind of company at this point in time and could yet find that one equine that would be able to fill the empty pit that was going in his skull that seemed to be making him bored of standing in this place.
Snorting as he reared into the air and started charging over the land. His massive eighteen hand figure crashing over the terrain before he sled to a halt and through his figure up into the air. Finding himself under an apple tree that was starting to have pretty flowers upon it. Wishing that it had apples on it and not the flowers that were upon it. With that he let out a loud snort which sent one of the flowers off of the tree and making his figure begin to buck.
Cantering a tad bit over the land before he calmed himself and tried to relax. seeing that the little bit of energy that appeared quickly went away as fast as it had appeared to him. Gazing around as he waited to see if anyone was coming and yet there was no other equine not coming into his presents just yet.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2014 17:05:03 GMT -6
The young fae sighed, her dark orbs blinking open quietly. Stretching out, Fayebelle groaned and slowly rose to her height of sixteen and a half hands. Shaking her pelt out., the horse yawned heavily before looking up to the clear skies. It was sunny., but not too hot, and there were little sprouts of grass poppingbup everywhere. Looking around the vacated clearing, Faye sighed softly and the stepped up to a small spring that ended in a small pool. Lowering her muzzle to the cold water, Fayebelle drank greedily for a few moments and shook her head in the water. Her actions caused water to splash onto her dark face, and the fae whinnied quietly, but happily.
Flickering her twin towers around on her crown gently, the young mare then sighed and sniffed the air. She smelled something.. Someone. Another horse..? Maybe.. Trotting off slowly, Faye began to look around, her tail flicked back and forth over her rump gently, swatting at early spring flies.
Soon, Fayebelle's ears came upon a sound; a crashing sound, much like a heavier horse was running or playing. She also smelled a horse; just a single one. Kicking herself into a slow trot., Faye began to let her eyes look straight ahead only, instead of everywhere around her. Dark orbs glancing around, the fae spotted a horse by a blooming apple tree and slowed her pace; shyness over coming the pretty mare. She stepped forward a bit and looked curiously at the heavy built horse before stopping and just standing tere, her head tilted slightly in an adorable manner.
Afraid the horse would not want her to intrude on his playing, Fayebelle just stood there lightly, her hooves stomping lightly occaisionally.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2014 20:56:19 GMT -6
WICKED CLOWN* down with the wicked clowns Wicked was unsure of just who might come into his direction. Flickering his banner about on his head before he turned and looked to see the sight of another equine coming towards him. Gazing at her for a moment. Grinning softly as she looked at him. Letting his head drop lightly as he looked in her direction.
"Hello there."
He said calmly as his daggers slowly carried him over there. His figure very much towering over the tiny mare, but of course Wicked was a bit of a soft hearted stallion when it came to mares. He just loved being around him and she seemed to have come at the right time as he looked for company of some kind.
His mug giving her a soft smile as he halted near her with thorns perked and his body remaining calm as he gazed into her orbs. Head still lowered so that she would not feel as if he was towering her on propose. Though of course if he did that to her he would not have meant it at all. Since he really wanted company and was sick of standing around with no one to talk to at this point in time.
"My name is Wicked Clown, but you may call me Wicked for short if you'd like."
Yes, his words were a bit stretched out, but of course he wanted to make it easy so that the mare would not seem put to much on the spot and would have enough room to speak when it came time for her to do so.
"What brings you here all by yours? These loner lands seem to be a bit rough since all alliances seem to be wandering around this place without a herd."
Words remaining soft and gentle as he gazed at her with a soft smile Thorns twisting around for a moment to make sure no one was coming and when he noticed no one was there. Than his focus went right back onto her. Making sure to keep her in his view so that his mind would not have him running off and trying to play like he had done before this point. [div align="center"][div style="width:500px;background-color:#000000;padding:10px;border-top:11px solid #d600ff;"][div style="float:left;width:205px;height:350px;font-size:8.5px;font-family:arial;"][div style="border:5px solid #00ff0a;height:195px;"][img src="http://i57.tinypic.com/9gdp1e.jpgg" style="max-width:100%;"][/div]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2014 15:25:28 GMT -6
Fayebelle smiled gently, thinking. What if he wants to join a herd, maybe he could help me find one, and join it, aswell.. she thought to herself, tilting her elegantly shaped head to the side gently. It would be nice to talk to someone, or just have a friend or someone to stay with and have company; and the Lord knew that Fayebelle had been on her own too long. She could be seen talking to herself sometimes.
The young fae sighed gently, shaking her head after a moment. A small, shy smile spread across her lips gently, seeing the male had noticed her. "Hi there yourself.," she murmured gently, looking up to him until he had lowered his massive head down to her. Fayebelle felt small, really small next to him, but held her head high and nodded to the announcement of his name. Wicked Clown.. That's cool. - Faye thought to herself. "I'm Fayebelle., but you may call me Faye, Fa, or Belle."
Looking around, the young mare sighed contently and reached her nares to sniff a sweet apple blossom. The tree was pretty with the pink buds., and Faye closed her dark orbs, her throns pricked forward lightly as she inhaled the sweet arome. It was a shame that that there were no apple on it, but that didn't matter. Spring was beautiful, Fall and Summer were; winter was too cold for her to enjoy, though the snow was sometimes fun to play in. The mare loved Spring and Summer because of the foals that were born.
Lowering her head slowly, Fayebelle looked back to Wicked. It would be nice to talk to someone, and she had a feeling that Wicked would be an interesting horse to talk to. The fae smiled once more, her dark eyes vurious as she glanced over the male's huge figure once again. Even though Fayebelle herself was part draft, it didn't show that much, only a bit.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2014 16:04:11 GMT -6
WICKED CLOWN* down with the wicked clowns Wicked gazed at the mare. Her body was definitely small and tiny to his massive figure, but of course he would not harm this mare. He had no intentions of doing so. Seeing that she seemed a bit of shy towards him kind of made him grin and like being with this mare. Something about her kind of kept his mind at ease. Like she was something he needed within his life to make him feel happy and relaxed. Though Wicked would definitely need someone like her to be near as a friend or maybe even more than that. That though would only be told by time that would come between them with what might just happen. Then again they just met so who knows just what might happen between the massive stud to the tiny dam.
He was happy though to see that she was not shy to talk to him. Her words came out sweet and smooth like into his thorns. Something he did long for. Seeing that her head stayed tall and strong as she spoke. Not allowing herself to be lower than him, but then as Wicked listened to her words. He felt like he did stand to tall to her and let his front end lean forwards and pillars drop him to the ground slowly. An now he was shorter than her, but was also continuing to show her that he meant no harm to the mare. He was just here to talk and see what the others around here were like.
"You have such a beautiful name. It does really match it's owner greatly. Seeing that I have a very beautiful mare before me. Though I don't mean for the height against you. I must say my parents were definitely drafts."
His words were saying every bit of truth that Wicked thought about the mare before him. She was beautiful From the tip of her nose all the way back. His eyes seemed to melt into her and his mind seemed to be settled. He truly wanted to just curl up with this mare and let his mind go wild with thoughts of her all in it, but of course he was unsure of just what she thought. She could probably thinking, 'Why am I talking to this beast? He is way to much to be around.' The thought of those words kind of broke Wicked's heart, but of course he hid it pretty well for no one to be able to see when he thought such a thing.
Globes drifting away for a moment before he turned and looked back up to the mare. Watching as her skull drifted up to the flowers that hung over their heads. Oh how she amazed him so much that he did not know what to do, but the only thing that concerned him was the fact she was alone in these lands. He hated a lonely mare. He believed that mares needed to take their loving figures and rest within a herd. To be protected by someone that was not like Wicked. Seeing how he had some hyper tendencys and could not help with the things he does. It was just who he was.
"Do you wander this place alone yourself? I hope not. I would not want a mare like yourself getting hurt. There are a lot of Envious' that wander these lands and would take advantage of a pretty thing as yourself."
He said not meaning to seem like he was harsh, but it was all the truth and he just wanted her safe and sound. With no harm done to her. Almost like he wanted to go and wander with her. To make sure that no harm came to her at all and that he could keep her happy. |
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