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Post by dualls on Dec 11, 2014 7:39:05 GMT -6
Corabella
A delicate pink muzzle lipped that the grass that the little pinto mare could feel but not see. In the time since she had joined Slade's herd Cora had mainly kept to herself. Sure she knew who everybody was now and she was pretty sure that everyone knew her. She tended to stay near the outside of the herd, close but never right in with everyone else for she still found interaction a little challenging sometimes. Taking a break from her grazing the three year old raised her head. Her short sighted vision had deteriorated slightly more but seemed to have settled, giving her a general area of about ten yards in front of and around her that she could clearly see. Anything more than that and the little mare had to rely on her sense of hearing and her sense of smell, both of which had advanced slightly due to her optical disadvantage. Her copper ears flicked and did their best to observe the area around her, she couldn't deny it, she felt safer in this herd than she ever had before in her short life. Slade certainly seemed to do a good job with managing his herd and the news of Bones being pregnant excited Cora greatly, she hadn't really made an effort to play with Mouse for she was still worried about the others finding out about her vision but she loved listening to Hael's colt play and interact with the others. A soft sigh of contentment left her lips and she shook her pale form before wandering a little closer to the rest of the herd members.The weather had been turning and the cold air had caused her coat to thicken, somehow the longer white hair made her two small chestnut patches seem even smaller and the mare appeared almost completely white through the winter. Her tail however remained a rich fire like color, as did her forelock and ears. For the most part however she was well camouflaged and much safer through a winter. Her footfalls were steady as she worked her way closer, only coming to a halt when she worked out she must be about thirty yards away from everyone else. As she dropped her head to graze her ears flicked as she kept tabs on everyone else and a thought crossed her mind causing her to smile once more. Keep it up Cora, your doing fine, they all look out for each other here, you keep up the good work and you wont ever have to live alone again.
Words:427 Notes: Bit short I shall get better again Im a tad rusty xD
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Post by Fig on Dec 13, 2014 21:53:51 GMT -6
Friar
What with the announcement of Bones' elevated status and the presence of newcomers, Slade's paradise lands were becoming more and more active. Friar wasn't particularly against the near frantic occurrences, as it gave the stallion some time to himself. Hailing from a place where he was rarely, if ever, alone or even one-on-one with someone else, it was rewarding when he wasn't strung along with the hustle and bustle of herd life. After all, it was something that had taken some adjusting to.
A particularly chilly wind swept by him, but with the shire's newly filled-out winter coat, it fell flat in it's path. Friar wasn't too fond of winter, primarily because with more hair to brace against the cold, only added to his sheer size and girth. He hardly liked being the tallest and broadest, but adding to it gave him what could be equated with a size complex. Sighing at the upbringing of the troubling thought, he wandered away from the huddle of horses just a tad, so that he could still keep within shouting distance if he was needed, for whatever reason.
Apparently Cora had the same thought, he realized, as he finds himself approaching the pinto mare by extent. He spends several moments determining whether or not to actually greet her, and decides on the former.
"Apparently I'm not the only one who's a bit lost with all this activity," he commented flatly, aiming for satire and falling a little short. His expression was schooled into something equally as unexpressive, exuding stoicism and reflecting his dry sense of humor with his equally as gruff personality.
"Do you mind if I join you?" Lowering his head to shrink his size, he slowed his stride, giving the mare a good amount of time to process his words. He smiles, small, in greeting with a flick of his tail, wondering what the charming little pinto mare thought about it all. Perhaps he could pick her brain for a while.
Words: 339 | Tags: #dualls | Notes: I suppose I should bring back this big lug
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Post by dualls on Dec 17, 2014 9:24:09 GMT -6
Corabella
The three year old pinto mare had been a little lost with her thoughts, taking slightly longer than usual to pick up on the sound of someone approaching her. Silently cursing her lack of vision to herself once again the mares copper ears swivelled and she turned slightly so that she was facing a little more towards the herd member that was approaching. Scent told her that it was one of the male members of the herd which narrowed things down. Hearing, the sound of the footfalls that were coming closer tipped her off further. They were large feet, with a fairly steady gait, her guesswork lead to her coming to the conclusion that it must be Friar. Only his feet made that kind of noise on the ground, it was a unique sound that she had come to recognise. Soon enough she was rewarded with the sound of Friar's voice, she had been correct with her guess work. The large stallion was close, but not yet close enough for her incredibly short visual range to see. "Apparently I'm not the only one who's a bit lost with all this activity," The stallions gruff tones filled her ears and she smiled slightly, glad that she wasn't the only one that had become a little lost with the recent goings on in the herd. Listening to him also enabled her to work out exactly where he was and she turned herself accordingly to greet him, not wanting to be rude. She was sure that her slightly delayed reactions and her overly attentive stance must have seemed a little odd and she hoped that it wouldn't seem strange enough to convince Friar to leave again, she was liking the idea of having some company for a while. "Do you mind if I join you?" Once again she smiled, it seemed that she had managed to be normal enough for him to want to talk for a while, her complex meant that she thought she was much more abnormal than others found her, she wasn't the best at coping with the new and further decline in her vision. "Feel free to join me, I don't mind at all, and yes everything has been a little manic lately hasn't it ?" Her voice was quiet as she spoke but welcoming to her fellow herd member and senior, she had a great respect for anyone that had been in the herd longer than her and it showed in the way that she stood and acted. Finally she heard Friars footfalls stop and she glanced up, he was barely where she could see him, she could just about make out his shape but it was enough to give her something to look at and to enable her to talk too him rather than at him. "Its exciting though, foals being around and the promise of more new life soon, its refreshing." Again her tone was soft and her voice quiet, a gentle smile on her lips as she awaited the stallions response.
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Post by Fig on Dec 17, 2014 19:25:32 GMT -6
Friar
Friar smiled faintly at his fellow herd member, glad he wasn't the only one who felt out of place. Cora was a kind soul, he knew, but he'd had little to no real conversation with her in the past and suddenly felt guilty for not having welcomed her into the herd properly. Of course, she'd stayed, so it hadn't been a huge ordeal, but the thought was still nagging at the back of his mind. He approached her with calm disposition, dropping his head momentarily to pull at the few outstanding weeds left, since most of it was dying, already dreading the impending season.
When the large stallion lifted his head, he peered curiously over at Cora, whose gaze seemed a bit distant at this close. It wasn't terribly noticeable, and even Friar wasn't sure what exactly he was noticing after all. She seemed slightly more attentive than when he'd seen her previously, but he supposed it could be chalked up to the hectic activity lately. If something was bothering the mare, and the matter was grave, he was sure she'd have asked for help, or mentioned it at the very least. Whatever it was. He wasn't one to pry, and therefore didn't mention it.
At Cora's words, he smiled faintly. "I suppose so," he agreed, "but it's uncharted territory for me, I'm afraid." And it's very true, he's not been around children since he was back in the city, carting around human children and letting them pull at the feathers around his ankles. His chest rumbles softly in the nostalgic thought, wondering how long it had really been. He wasn't sure how many people even knew that he had been a cart horse for the humans, but here it wasn't necessarily common knowledge. In no situation had it been brought up, and he intended for the matter to remain the same until, well, it didn't.
"Were you in a herd before you came here?" He asks suddenly, voice plain in absent interest. "I have just realized that I don't know much about you at all," he adds in clarification, rolling his shoulder in a casual shrug. He quietly watches the mare as she responds, trying to pinpoint exactly what's been bothering him. Whatever it is isn't plainly obvious, and the unknown is beginning to wear on him.
Words: 403 | Tags: #dualls | Notes: Friar is a dork
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Post by dualls on Dec 20, 2014 9:24:54 GMT -6
Corabella
Her copper ears stayed fixed upon the draught built equine as he spoke to her and she was surprised to find herself at ease in his company, he was easy to talk too or so she was finding at any rate. She didn't know whether it was that the way the herd made her feel had allowed her confidence to grow but she wasn't so worried about making herself look a like a fool anymore. At the mention of children being uncharted territory she nodded, her mother had given birth to her younger brother when Cora had turned two years old but she hadn't really had much to do with him for that had been when she had decided to leave and find her own life. "It is a new thing for me also, I don't have any experience with equines younger than myself really, only my brother, but I left before he had turned a month old." She cocked a hind hoof as she relaxed and let her ears do a quick scan of her surroundings, her nostrils flaring slightly at the same time before she focused again as Friar's voice sounded. "Were you in a herd before you came here?". "I have just realized that I don't know much about you at all," The stallion sounded interested and though Cora wanted to chat she hesitated slightly, unsure about whether to explain everything. After a few small moment she smiled, deciding that it couldn't hurt, she didn't see a reason not to reply. "I was with my parents until I was two years old, not really a herd, just the three of us, they had both been domestic and had escaped but tended to stick around somewhere near human territory." She paused slightly before continuing, that slight shyness creeping back once again. "I left at two, just after my mother gave birth to my younger brother, I decided that there must be more to life than just standing around. I was alone for about a year, just exploring and such, up until I stumbled upon this herd. I was slightly concerned that I would never be accepted into a herd for my vision has been awful since birth, and only ever seems to get worse... I cant actually see you stood there." She paused and sighed lightly, her ears still fixed on his form. "Well I can see your shape.. but I cant make out anything more than that, my visual range now is about ten yards." As she finished her explanation Cora realised that it had been the first time she had ever told someone without the fear of getting rejected. A further thought crossed her mind, she knew very little about the equine in front of her, probably even less than he knew about her. "What about you?... If its not rude of me to ask, where you in a herd before this or have you always been here?" She spoke slightly more quietly once more, as if afraid of offending the seemingly friendly equine in front of her. A sharp and cold gust of wind ruffled the little paints paper white coat causing her to shiver slightly as she awaited Friar's response.
Words :536 Tags : Fig, Notes: Coras beginning to chill
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