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[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Snow dipped. A simple vanilla. Purity. Many words could describe the hue of the fae I puppet. But none of these work. I have been her puppeteer for her long 8 winters, and have seen her through everyone's eyes, including her own. This was not her first attempt at a home, and most likely would not be her last. You see, a fae of simple wishes she was. But those simple wishes were hard to bear. She had dropped no foals in her years, and she wished to one day foal one. It would be harder to greet a young'n this late in life. Conception you see, got harder and harder as the fae's age increased.

Her bodes was small, slim yet well muscled. A sight too many she was. Her coat the purest of whites; her orbs a soft milk chocolate. Her silken tresses stayed unfrayed, hanging well below the bottom edge of her curved nape. Mellow she was, with a hint of spaziness if you came a steppe to close. She carried her frame with pride, she was a phenom, and she knew it. Her mother, a doting one, had made sure of that from the start of her existence. Her star, Serendipity was. The center of the universe. The queen had doted upon her first borne daughter.

At three the young fae had been sent to live with an ally's son. They had bickered and quarreled mightily, but cared for each other with an intensity that was hard to match. Every season they tried for an heir to their thrown. And at Serendipity's inability to throw a colt, or a foal at all, she became ashamed, the stag, not angry, just worried. Another fae, a beautiful golden mustang she was, threw a healthy colt the last year before Serendipity left. And that had been the last straw for the king. He took the mustang as a replacement queen, so Serendipity in her humiliation left. So here she was now.

She had somehow brought herself to the lands of the claiming. She had never been to one, so not knowing what to expect, she entered. And this m'dears is where are story begins.

She entered the lands with an uncertainty of a filly, but the sure footedness of a queen. Her crest was high, but her boa rounded at a significant curve. Her intelligent orbs surveyed the land for a spot worthy of her presence. Nares flared pink around the core as she took in the smells of the other equines. Yes, there were the disgusting heaven kissers, speaking of love above all else, and this and that. And then there were the demons, thinking they knew of hardships, saying that they could not love. But you see, Serendipity had knowledge beyond most. There was no such thing as Love and Hatred in her mind. Only those who chose to take sides.

Her orbs settled upon a gaggling brook. And at that moment she realized how parched her drinker was. Her muscles tensed as she picked up a silent two beat, moving through the well lit land, towards the place of aqua. Upon reaching it, her flints dug softly into the dirt, allowing her small frame to cease movement. Dial was lowered to the water, nares huffing out, hoping that the water was that of safety. Kissers parted, allowing the soothing liquid to dribble down her long drinker. It took many minutes before the fae's tiara was raised, droplets of water dripping to the ground.

Auds shot forward as she surveyed the land. Now that her thirst was plentished, she sought the sight of a stallion worthy of her time and effort. Yes, she put effort forth into a herd. Something not many brutes expected of their faes. A small flip flop of her stomach made her realize the intensity of the situation. Her tail clamped down suddenly. In an effort to squelch the fears, her flint was raised high, digging into the moist terrain with what seemed as a deep resentment, yet was just a diversion effect.

Small zephyr whipped through the earthen, lifting the snowy white tassels of the maiden. Her haunches silkens began to dance, flirting with that of the light wind. Creating a soft frame to the faes elegance. She lowered her dial to the vegetation. She was not hungry, yet was using the excuse as a way to take her mind of the topic it was seemingly leeched upon. Ivorns were slightly discolored from her long years upon the biome. They bore themselves to the lush green vegi's, cutting the vegetation from the base, lipping them up with her kissers, sending them to the back of her maw to be crushed, and then sent down to her stomach for digestion. Most took it for granted, their eating processes, that is. It was actually an excruciatingly long and difficult procedure. But that was a little off subject.

Faes nares flared, a small, low nicker escaping her being, tiara rising to meet the sky. Hoping and praying that the one that would entertain her in his home would approach.

[BH]

.i. myself had not known there were any near by. The Realm didnt have many here that werent with some one else already. I was day dreaming, yet I couldnt help it. I was thinking about next year. I was hoping by then to I would have my herd all fixed up and going agian, myself, happy as can be, with a few foals about yes, or not, it wasnt my choice really. I pictured atleast one of my foals, myself coming back. Cisco maybe? Or Summer, it didnt matter, both would be great to have back. I sighed. I was at a slow walk, looking about the lands before me. It was later in the day, the cool wind was picking up slightly, and the leaves scattered about. I was happy to be here.

.i. made my way, the short way, back to the lands, straight through the forest. I felt safer going this way as dusk came upon me fast. Auds flickered back and forth, I wasnt scared, I was alert, ready for anything, well maybe not every thing. I turned a few trees. Before seeing what was ahead I bumped into one. My reaction was embarrassing. I flipped my head up and backed my butt up to a tree. Orbs looking apon what was infront me.

.a. mare. I felt stupid for my actions. Dial lowered. Ready to give my apolige.
"I am sorry M'lady. How stupid of myself. I wasnt paying attention to where i was going."
It might
have sounded corny, but I was in a happy mood. I also was in a might of a rush to get home to my love and my mares.


ooc. ick its so short! museless for Kry, Cisco and Summer are his folas from a way other site lol I brought them all into one bare with me!

[Red♥]

The red roan frame could be seen pawing at the snow, snow covered his maw. Rasing his aerials he caught the sound of a femmora's call. He moved off towards the direction. A simple look upon his maw. He trotted threw the snow slipping lightly. He came down the side of a hill, sliding all the way down. His ebony pools gazed around the clearing for the femmora. He spotted her but she wasnt alone.

Stilts carried the mustang roan at a swift walk. He stoepd as he neard the two, nodding to the brute he droped into a eleagant bow towards the femmora. Just as he had seen his father do to new mares he meet. He raised up shakeing the snow from his pelt. He whickered a greeting softly.

Salutation's Fair Madian,Sir, I am Red Raven, Call me Red for short if ya wish. What are your callings?

red smiled softly, his ebony tainted pools gazeing softly at the fem, He tossed his dial as his forlock fell infront of his visuals. Sighing softly he watched his breath disapper into thin air. His whipcord flicked lightly. snow covered all his pillars and he had shaken it from his maw. A smile played with his maw. He held himself up but not as if he was higher then the others for he wasnt. Red was here for one simple thing. For love.

Red was tired of constantly being on the move. He was tired of being a loner. He wanted something diffrent. He wanted to feel the feeling of being in love agian. He wanted to settle down and start a herd for sure. And he wouldnt let anything happen to his mares like he did with Secret. It had been a simple accident but one he would never forgive himself for.

If i hadnt been of flirting i might've been able to save her from my brother. The sad but what he thought to be true thoughts dashed around his cranium. He tossed it softly pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind. he wouldnt think about it now. no he had to move on with his life. THe pain of loseing Secret was finally ebbing away. But would it truely fade compeltly.

Red hope not for the pain of losing Secret was gonna keep him consantly on alert hopefully. He couldnt deal with that pain agian. And he had put Kahlil threw so much by leaving her. And that hurt him worse. He snorted softly as he zoned back in to the present.

[xavier.]

xavier.

The worn path of the claimence moutian was slowly becoming more familar to the braw brute. He had travled the road along it many times, always the same, red earth staining his talons dusty, the sun always beating down apon his strong, young back. He had one fae this time, and a haream, but it had always been his, and always would be. It was something of a wonder though, how this young stag could penitrate so many hearts. He made his mark so far, or at least he thought he did, for many others respected him. He wasn't an idiot, he felt the stares, it was disturbing sometimes, so he kept to himself, only venturing away from the haream to see istas, or to respond to the call of a seeming intelligent fae.

Auditives flicked forth apon his mohagony brainpan as he moved apon the terraine, dusty onyx pools looked apon and around the topography, having a feeling of deja vu, depressed lightly that this place had some to be like a second home. His iron pillars carried his lean, but muscled bodic forth, sweat coming in places that rubbed, or were beat down apon by the sun. A cool breaze flicked passed him, a sure sign that it was the last of spring, and that summer would soon take over. Xavier silently longed for those cold, playful ddays of winter. He hated the warmth. Just like he hated the sun, he loved the night. Nobody said the young stag was normal, but he did have the capacity to love, at least he had that going for him. A nicker sent out as he drew nearer, his auds swivling apon his crest.

Onyx pools caught sight of an alabastor femme, sweet, kind, she looked like both of those. She seemed to have been kissed by some sort of heavenly being, for her coat was pure, untouched. Her vocals were of the same, kind of like angelic.

[not done.]

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

bumpppehhh.

[Ransom]

<sub>Orbs took in the sight of a group of horses, stags, all standing around a single wrench. On and on they went. Did they ever shut up with this damned ' what is your call, m'love? ' stuff? Silhouette danced deep in the shadows. He moved quickly, gathering himself and raising his head high. Galloping silently past them, his large shadow washed over each of them like the dark cloud of vengence.

He had no particular fate sorted out for these stags, whom he had never met. But he did have one for their kind, and that was all he needed. Atleast as far as he was concerned. They had him out numbered, he'd give them that. But what would that matter, for they had no mind of knowing where he was. Opticals watched the wrench closely. THough she could not see him, he felt sure she could feel his presence, his eyes burning a hole in her with fire straight from hell. He stayed silent.</sub>

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Solar flaring ball was lowering itself beneath the horizontal barrier.
Light was diminishing within the lands.
It eyes beginning to appear upon the darkened canvas.

White fae blanently ignored the young idiot that approached.
Yes, she was not a dark.
But not a light neither.
And she wished not for a young idiot to go home with.

Maturity was her key.
For her elder frame was in nice shape.
For she was only 8 seasons.
But she wanted not someone young enough to be her spawn.

Darkened shadow swept upon the stag and herself.
She turned away.
Her paperthins flaring, in and out, in and out.
Taking in the scent of one she did not know.

Boa was snaked out.
Hiss admitted, warning the brujo to show himself.
Her occules scanned around, finding not a soul other than the young one standing by.

Ivorns bared upon the lush loam, eating away at its flesh.
Her snow flavored coat was pure, spotless.
Her ivory tail had strands of ebon upon it.
Unnoticable to the untrained occ.


S W E E T l i k e S U G A R; D E A D L Y l i k e S I N

[Ransom]

<sub>Watching the three stallions shift in nervousness and clear there throat, he found his chance. Before he lunged from the darkness, his mind once again reeled on about that danged out claiming process. He didn't see anything wrong with; i kicked your butt, now your mind; way.

Emerging quick as a bullet from the darkness, he sank his stained ivories into her rump. He was careful to stay to her side when he grabbed, so she couldn't have an angle at which to fight back. With a pleased smile, he tasted the blood in his teeth. Lunging for her neck, he attempted to turn her, knowing that her natural reaction would be to rear and pivot away.

All his movements were swift, giving little or no time to think, and even less to react. It gave the appearance of a fluient, well practiced routine. Just gives you the chills, huh?</sub>

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Arched boa was flung upwards, attempting to knock the brute with her tiara.
How dare he?
A grunt escaped her maw as she spun softly.
The bite hadnt hurt.
A buck was released.
Her snowy figure was surprised at the quick motions of the dappled stag.

What is this? And who the hell are you?

Her maw realeased hissing tones.
Her ivorns snapping at the stag in anger.
The three around her were blantently ignored, as they had been.

||sucked, sorry||

[Ransom]

<sub>Her questions were to be left unanswered for now, as were any others that the stags might try to throw at him. As she tried to hit at him with her pistons, he became annoyed. Alright wrench, he thought, never deviating from his goal. Focusing a hard kick towards the front half of her barrel, a surge of strength sent his hard daggers into her body to, if nothing else, knock the wind from her.

Grabbing as much pelt as his maw would allow, he twisted it and pulled, just enough to put a nice little rip in it. He was subconciously careful to stay out of her reach. Releasing after he figured he had placed atleast a little damage, he once again sunk his red stained ivories into her rump, beginning to drive her atleast a little away from the group, towards the shadows he knew so well.</sub>

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

||watch PowerPlaying ;-p||

Wripping from the hellions grip.
She evaded his hoof, all though a small gash was left upon her barrel.
A scar, im sure.
She spun, facing the stag.
Her listeners laced within her tresses.
Her left dagger was lifted, digging into the earth in anger.
What was he up too?

||wow, im sucking||

[Ransom]

<sub>OOC; whoa, i am getting dangerously close. thank you.

At that he stooped what he was doing. Looking at her standing there, blood dripped from several places in her body and he was sure he'd obtained a few new trophys along his back also. Taking in the moment a deep laugh escaped him. It was mean and dark sounding, but what should keep it from sounding like that? After his breif pause, he reared, aiming to come down straight ontop of her if she didn't move towards those shadows. He had his ways, or so they say.

The sky was darkening and he was being drained of patience like a creek drying up in a drought. Light flashed somewhere in the distance, the only thing lighting his clouded face. Thunder rolled shortly after. It seemed to be giving a sound off, throwing its anger upon earth in long, loud blasts. Someone was having a bad day.</sub>

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Blantantly the femme sidestepped, avoiding the claws of the darkly dappled brute.
Her whipcords were let loose, flipping angrily outwards.
Backing up she hit the shadows.
It was obvious.
He was force claiming her.
What a damned ass.
Throwing her dial she spun, aiming her small flint at his chest, he was still in the air.
She should hit him square on.

Grunting the faes screach reached through the air.
Sure, her past was not great.
But treatment as such?
She deserved naught.
His marks already covered her bod.
It was done.
She was his.

[Ransom]

<sub>He snorted, standing in the air. She came up and hit him across the chest. It left a nice little gash. He lowered himself quickly. Noting the blood upon her knives, a smug smile drifted across his face. Yes, this might not be so bad. Potentail is the amo for success. And he was going to make this a success. Pinning his auds, he flicked his nose, pointing her in the direction he wanted her to go; Storm Cliff.

The sky was turning a deep red. How he hated that. Even after breif rains during the day, they would wake up tomorrow to a clear sky. He grunted in the displeasure of the thought. Ah, well, perhaps the Cliff would still get a storm. It was odd that way. Keeping them moving, or atleast trying to, at a steady trot his shoulder stayed square with her right him. This gave him an advantage over her speed and direction.

Thoughts, for the most part, stayed square on his tasks. Getting the wrench to his hell. They moved quickly through the shadows, daggers drumming on hell's roof. Towers were alert, but still flat against his cranium. Every now and then, part of his thinker would look towards what was to be done; summer was coming, there'd be foals to steal, a challenge on bloodshed cliff to fight, among countless others. And to think he ever thought this land boring. He was just out of place when his pillars first carried him here.</sub>

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

x.xS W E E T L I K E S U G A Rx.x

Alabaster wench's listeners were laced deep within her tresses. Boa snaking out, Ivorns bared, attempting to take a chunk out of the stags deeply dappled blade. Angry noise was made within the throat. Larynx hissing. Where were they going? Who was this stag? She knew not anything about him. Or where they were going. Only that she would hate it. Hate was a strong word, used lightly by many, but not by Serendipity. Her cocoa optives were narrowed, lenses leaving only a slit to let any one see. Bloodied flints touched the ground tentatively, waiting for the right moment to spin away from the stag. But none such presented themselves. Her whipcords were held harshly against her rump. No, she would not be bred by this ignorant fool. They had by now left the claiming grounds. Moving through a dimly lit forest. Shadows slivered upon the ground like shattered glass. Hiss once more escaped larynx. Warning him not to try anything. She was a site to see still after her pelt was matted with blood from the stags force claiming. Whipcords were streaked with red, clotting, making tangles that were impossible to get out, or so it seemed. Her dial was held high. So, she did not reach the height of the devil beside her. But she sure was more elegant.

x.xD E A D L Y A S S I Nx.x