being worthy ;

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[~♥Dakota♥~]

~*Romeo*~



These lands were quite deserted. (*tumbleweed rolls past) It looked like I was the only one here. The fog was very thick. It stuck to my pelt like sweat. I didn't like that feel. It was starting to get creepy, just walking along, my hoof beats the only sound throughout the whole canyon. It was just weird. All the other stags were headed off to the mare's claiming place. I wasn't like that. I wouldn't go there. Yet. I might go there some other time, but if one wanted their dignity, they would stick to the gathering and homeless lands. It didn't always work, but sometimes it did.

The wind howled like a lone wolf howling in a canyon. I heard the thunder, and counted in my head. 3... 2... 1... The rain started to fall, soaking all inhabitants of the area. I was going to find shelter, but gave up. It was barren out here. I walked along awhile, the rain finally calming down. I came across a huge tree. I shrugged, and stepped forward into the wind.My nares flared. A fae. Not to far away either. Stags don't always treat a fae good 'round here. There is always the darks who tease their prey, and then force breed them. I wasn't like that.

I stepped forward, finally spotting her. Small she was, but she looked very strong for her size. My orbs were low as I stepped out of the brush. I dipped my head politely, not catching her eye. My mind raced at why she might be here. A friendly chat with stags? No, she looked to wise for that. I hated flirty faes. They were so disgusting, hanging over every word a stag said. And they always had that innocent look of their face.

'Lo, m'dear.

My voice was kind of raspy, for I hadn't seen an equine in a very long time. I cleared my throat. I showed that I meant to harm. My orbs were low, and I stepped back, leaving a possible escape route if it made her feel safer. Everything revolved around the fae, and most stags respected that. I sure did. I treated everyone with respect.

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[/i] Istas whispered to herself.

The tiny frame of hers stepped forward; Her right pillar stepped out and pointed into the silent air, and then It struck the ground as She snorted in patience. What would happen if the wrong stag came? Istas was doomed for good, but maybe the heavens would protect her. The great great great great great great grandfather of hers was surely watching over Istas.

The smell of spring was still in the air; and A scent came across Istas's nares, and Her auds perked forward, and then swirveled back til She found the sound. Dagger beats poking against the earth's surface- Istas took a deep breathe, and caught eye of the stallion she smelt coming. A moment of embrace as Istas prepared for the best, and forgot the worst. The raspy voice from the stallion startled the young one at first; Her auds perked up once again, and then She followed along a process of many others. Bowing; The art of welcoming. Tresses brushed into the wind, and a snow covered spalshed crown bent forward and then rose back up. Nares seemed to take in his scent; and Then her kissers parted to speak in a soft tone- Angelic.

"Hello"

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[YOU GET TO BE THE KING OF RAINBOW VALLEY.]

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_{haha really now? Not sure how much this will help but =P worth a try.}

JUST LIKE THE CHANGE OF SEASONS

Was it really worth it? He had just gotten here days ago, this was no time to go running after some mare. But in a place so empty and alone...what else was there to do? Besides it couldn't hurt to just go meet her. She wasn't some flashy arabian mare with a silky white pelt, or an andalusian with a flowing mane and tail. But somehow - she was beautiful. But Sol wasn't a sucker for mares. He took his time, waited it out. In time, he'd know when to act. Sun rays touched gold, and warmed his pelt as the clouds moved from its veiw. For some reason Sol liked the sunlight, he really didn't get overheated easily, or hot at that matter. Unless he was running around insanely. But thats a different story. He was even born in mid summer in the scorching heat, thats how he got his name...sol is danish for sun.

Optics watched intently, intensive and bright they always peered at the world with dignity lighting the way. The days passed so lazily it seemed, but when you spend them here, grazing and aimlessly roaming you really can't expect much. There wasn't a huge population either..he saw very few others since he'd gotten here. So the land was new? Thats okay, its a place to make history, a place to make home. But so far he was just trying to survive, yes he would one day make a herd, and claim a territory but he wouldn't just rush to it like a fool. Time was precious, and he didn't spend every moment fretting, rushing, stressing. Instead he took time, and spent it to its fullest, for it seems so limited to motal eyes.

He had to wonder....Whats a mare doing here? In a low place like this too. It didn't add up. Plus look at the dangers. As much as he admired bravery you got to be one hell of a dare devil to come here alone, and as a mare. There could be a good reason though. Ivorns politely ripped the green helpless blades from the earth munching them as softly as he could. He had manners, didn't always use then but - they were there though. Usually Sol wasn't very rude, actually he had a easy-going attitude, but it didn't take all too much for him to show his bad side. Today was a good day though, hopefully it would stay that way. Auds perked he caught a word from their conversation...but it wasn't much just 'hello'. He was too far away to make out any others words.

But now it caught his eye, with the other there as competition it just seemed more appealing. He wasn't one to be very agressive around other stallions, unless they were a threat of course. If they weren't bothering him why should he care? But he just felt like the waiting was over and before they got into deeper conversation he knew it would be better to interupt now. Crown raised as he swallowed the last blades. Pistons took the task of carrying him at a steady trot, taking him closer to the two. His movements seemed so easily made, like he wasn't even trying to make them perfect they just came and went that way. Just like how the days come and end. He wasn't long, within minutes he was standing a good bit of space from the mare, but close enough for a reasonable conversation

YOU'LL BE BACK AGAIN

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JUST LIKE THE CHANGE OF SEASONS

Greetings

His vocals seemed different than most, they weren't very low but still masculine and not childish. But they came so smooth and charming, almost as if he were singing them instead of just speaking. Hers seemed much better though, like a melody from heaven broken down into a mere phrase.He felt stupid for not speaking first, it would have been much more polite of him but guess he just wasn't thinking straight. He had seen mares before...talked to them, courted them, even almost loved one. This one though was different, and for some reason - special. Like there was a reason to bow at her feet. But he couldn't see what it was that gave her this essence. Sol had no real feeling to him, some said he reminded them of light, of heat...But that was just the golden glow he seemed to have - that vibrant pelt stretched over his features. It always seemed to get attention.

He flash a small grin, only to seem alittle more alive than just standing there..look like he wanted to be here. And he did, sometimes he just lacked with expressions. His eyes always changed though, at time they shimmered like diamonds and other times seemed so unpredictable and bleak, never keeping a true signiture to them. They were probably another one of his more noticable traits. Looks aren't everything, they only come in handy some days but two things do count...Mind and soul. His heart was quite empty...Not broken but not whole. Just there - pumping life into his veins. Sometimes it caught up with him, sending the loneliness to his nerves to torture him, to break him. And he couldn't always push it away. His mind kept him going though, preparing sly plots and storing them away. He could get his way out of anything it seemed. But it also kept him awake at night, as thoughts and memories haunted him dreambox constantly.

The clouds rolled overhead, lazily claiming the skies as their own. Covering them to make sure the day would be deprived of clearness. But even when the sun was blanketed, Sol didn't fade. He still stood out like a lit light bulb in a dark room. Now, what were his intentions? Well sadly he wasn't here for a friendly meeting but yet something alittle more complex. What do all stud's do when they meet a new mare. Do they come for power? Or do they come for relationships? Sol probably didn't even know the ture reason he came, but he felt the need to and took it. What he would get out of it he didn't know. Chances were others would come and he'd be pushed away. Or maybe things would have a turn for the better. We can always find out..

Name's Sol.

YOU'LL BE BACK AGAIN

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[Nordance']

^{ooc; Is this thread still open to anybody?}

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yeah

[~♥Dakota♥~]

((Sorry, holidays have made my schedule crazy.))

~*Romeo*~

My orbs turned toward the other stag. I showed no emotion, though I was getting nervous inside. It was like a lion, stalking it's prey. You never know when it's going to pounce and then be taken away. I didn't study the stud, but I did dip my dial in his direction. My lyrics were calm.

Lo, m'king.

No stag was called, "Lord" or anything like that. There was one Lord, and names shouldn't be tested. I watched the fae, still standing strong. I was hoping for a conversation to strike, yet I felt like the duty was on me. I don't know why, but the other steed didn't speak up from the exception of his introductions. My voice was not raspy anymore, for at last words had been uttered.

Dear, what be your calling?

My voice was not nosy, nor frilly. It was normal. The way I liked it. I was still wondering why she was here, but I didn't want to push into her business. My orbs were raised to her brilliant eyes. I was always shy at first, but I could still be courageous sometimes. Right now I had a lot of spunk. Once I get to know you, I have no problem at all.

((Blah. Horrible post))

[Nordance']

We die whenever, we live forever

It's a phenomenon that can't be stopped

Life is Ironic. One day you're a noble prince, the next, you're mate has run off and you're back to square one. Just a typical stallion looking for some direction in your life. Life sucks. We all know it. Some of us just understand the concept more than others. Nordance does. He'd had some hard times in his life and like most equines with a bad past, he was bitter and out for revenge. Even though he was a born dark, Nordance had always been fairly civil to others. He had the dark belief, but with a neutral type of personality. He chose to lay low and let things pass him by. He didn't like to interfere with the lives of others. Leave him alone and he was perfectly fine. Now, I must admit, my poor Nordance grows lonely every once in a while. But really, who doesn't? The equine race only has one goal. To find a mate and raise a family. Thats pretty much it. Nordance had never really thought about it, though. Sure, he had a mate, but It was arranged. A perfect pair to give him the optimum power. After all, once she became his queen he would own all the dark lands in his old home. He'd be the most powerful ruler. Optimus prime. And that sounds wonderful, does it not? He thought it was great. For he had a different goal than those other equines. He wanted domination. He wanted power. Now, understand that he isn't as power hungry as he was before. He's figured everything out and come to see the light, that its not all about power. Ah, but don't forget about it. For he still has that streak in him. To Nordance, rank will always be a huge factor. It was the way he was raised. From the moment he was born his parents fretted about alliances and friendships. Of course, none of them were real friendships. They were merely working their way up to a good social status so that someday their heir would rule the darks. Ha, good luck with that. Anyways, Nordance's story starts quite a ways back. When he was born, his dam and sire already knew the vix that would be his queen. She was a beautiful femme. But they didn't care about her looks or personality. Her father ruled half the dark lands. Nordance's father ruled the other half. It was only common sense that they create an alliance and bring together the two kingdoms. Of course, Nordance didn't think this was a too shabby idea. He'd be king of all the darks! But then the impossible happened. He fell in love with his soon-to-be queen. He began showing affection for her, and she was standoffish. Why? It wasn't because Nordance was a bad stallion...it was that she was having a secret love affair with another bronc just outside the terra limits. Right before they were to inherit the lands, she ran off with him, leaving Nordance all alone. This of course caused a small war between the two states at the broken alliance, and Nordance was forced to flee. So, here he was. He ran away from his old home and found himself here in the land of Galloping Free III. Now, he was just wandering. He wished not to claim a land quite yet. His life was in too much turmoil. First, he needed to figure things out. He hadn't a clue what his alliance was at the moment, so he figured he'd settle for neutral. However, he thought maybe, just maybe, he could be persuaded to join the light side. His parents had always drilled the dark way into his brain, so it was like he just wanted to rebel against them, to do the thing they would last want him to do. He thought that maybe someday, when he got his affairs in order, he could become a light.

Nordance wasn't yet ready to claim a terra, so he decided not to even bother with claiming a vixen. He'd just head straight to Brute's Landing and relax for a moment. After all, he had been running the whole day from his previous home. But he was finally ready to settle down and think about it. He strode into brute's landing, feeling a bit out of touch with the place. He passed a few broncs. They all looked so comfortable, like they had been in Galloping Free all their life. But Nordance was so out of place. He felt very insecure. He was never one to put on airs and be all high and mighty. No, he left that to his father. Nordance may have been the heir of the darks, but all the fame went straight to his father. But that was alright with Nor. He didn't like attention brought to himself. Wow, he's sounding more and more light as the day goes on! Perhaps he would make a wonderful luce horse...and his parents would hate it. That was the biggest plus. He finally found a fairly secluded place. He halted beneath a large willow tree just as a small spattering of rain began to come down. It drenched his bay coat, making his hue a deep chocolate brown. His long tresses fell limply against his crest and his forelock was matted against his orbs. Not exactly attractive. Actually, he looked like a pitiful little dog that had been sprayed with hose. Poor Nordance. He heaved a great sigh and rolled his eyes. Just his luck. As the thunder clapped and the lightening streaked across the sky, he knew he wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight. Oh well, he supposed he wasn't too tired anyways. He had been running on adrenaline for the past few hours. So what else was there to do but explore? He moved from his hiding spot within the branches of the willow and ventured outward. He found a small cleared path where many had walked before. He walked for a few minutes, then something caught his attention.

A sweet melody rang out over the whole land. His auds perked forward and his orbs searched for the source of it. How strange, a vixen in the brute's land? But that doesn't really matter. Nordance began to follow the sweet song that lifted the foggy day with its lyrics. As much as he hated to admit it, it was good to hear the voice of another equine. He quickened his pace ever so slightly, but still stayed at a simple walk. He pushed through a bit of brush and finally came upon three other equines. Two were masculine, surely respected stallions who could easily make Nordance inferior. But he payed no heed to them, for there was a lady present. She was a small thing. She probably didn't even exceed the height of a large pony. As he glanced at her, his mind raced to take note of the situation. Her conformation was petite and simple, but Nordance knew that conformation anywhere. She was obviously a true mustang, just like himself. He was never one to drool over the beautiful Arabians and elegant thoroughbreds. He couldn't even appreciate the chassis of a well formed quarter horse. It was mustang or nothing else, for they were the true american wild horse. Breeding was great and everything, but in the past few days Nordance had learned that it mattered not. It was the content of the equine's heart and character that really made who they were. He wished he had known that sooner.

He strode a bit closer, coming even with the other broncs. He was too insecure to go further towards the vix than they did, so he would be fine just doing what they did. He hadn't any experience with claiming a mare. He'd never done it in his life, actually. His queen had been arranged for him, remember? The only mare he had ever really interacted with was his relatives and his old mate, Annabella. But he pushed any thought of her from his mind. Thats what he ran away to escape, wasn't it? He smiled at the petite little vix. His smile was a cute one. It was soft and not all toothy. It was crooked, giving him the look of a young colt. Well, he still was young, I guess. He could still be considered a colt...for he was yet to reach his fifth birthday. He listened to the equines exchange simple words before he dared to speak.

"Hello."

His voice was hesitant, and he stuttered ever so slightly. His words were aimed towards each of the equines, not just the femme. He dipped his tiara to each one in turn.

"I'm Nordance.."

It's monumental at the end of the day

So come what may

But it's a wonder that will never fade

A marvel that will tickle the mind

It's unaccountable in actual time

But when we're free

They will see what we were destined to be

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[Damn, Great I have to write alot now. I will try to reply with in this weekend to this. I am sorry I am taking forever. I just don't have much muse for a happy horse or anything. Sorry for taking so long.]

[Nordance']

^{ooc; haha, thats okay. Take your time!}

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I'm just going to put maybe a poll up, or something. I can't rp for awhile, But I'd like someone to help me with Rainbow valley.

ps. If you want to know Why I can't, I posted it in talk?