Eyes Set Fire

[jinxx]

M U Z I K

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The stallion had wandered through various territories, having found that none of them suited his liking well enough to keep him interested. Though now, after a bit of travel, a land of scrub and dust lay before his eyes, and though many horses would turn an eye of distaste to it, it drew his attention like butter to a knife. It was deserted, quiet, and peaceful. It looked to have been untouched in decades.
Muzik lifted his cranium to the sky, flaring nostrils wide, searching for all the scents the land could provide. Scenting no immediate threats, he lessened his caution and plunged deeper into the terra at an easy lope.

The sun was peaking now, making the temperature rise steadily the higher it climbed. The young stallion lessened his speed to a lifted trot, then to a moderate walk. Mahogany orbs continued to look around, familiarizing himself with the landscape. He knew this was no land in which to start a herd, no stallions would be coming to claim it anytime soon. It seemed a home for lone stallions and colts to live together. The Bachelor Lands.
Muzik was content with being a bachelor, he knew he would be no sort of leader. He often preferred to run from his problems, rather then confront them anyhow. Perhaps he would come across a few more rogue stallions to accompany him in these desolate lands.

[kays]

Tyr||22hh||Shire

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Despite his immense size, the shire’s presence had been surprisingly fleeting across the land of herdless stallions, quite inexplicably named “The Badlands”. But currently he was torn between visiting only two territories, the one in which he currently resided, though it was through no choice of his own, simply forceful allocation, and the Misty Plains, where the free mare’s spent their time.

The muscular black stag had ventured into the Misty Plains several times in hopes of inspiring some connection with a female or two so he could branch out into a more...desirable land that he could claim. Tyr was quite certain he would be not be lingering in these lands much longer with some luck, he was growing weary of the dismal setting and lacking company, many were not fond of approaching a stallion who only matched them in size when he was at a great distance.

Currently the sun beat down relentlessly and his black pelt and the lack of shade did little to ease his discomfort. Thankfully the random spattering of pools allowed for some relief as the large stag waded in the deepest of the pools he’d found, his mane and tail tacked wetly to his body as he trudged in lazy circles, the water swirling around his body, dragging away dust and grime from the dark fur.

It was from the corner of his eye he spotted the form of another picking their way through the shrubs, and he briefly considered letting him on his way. But company was sparse, and mayhaps another acquaintance would not be a bad thing. With that in mind Tyr lifted his vast head and curled back his lips, emitting a deep bray that echoed like thunder, coursing through the air with relentless persistence. He knew he would not go unheard,

[Zenyatta]

Just another early Spring day in the Badlands for all of the bachelors. Unlike others of his brethren who desired mares and eventual power, Howl was currently content with his life as a bachelor. He did not want to roam through the Misty Plains and claim random mares he met. He didn't really even have a desire for a family at the moment. For now he was happy to be among stallions and doing his own thing without complicating it by bringing a mare into his life.

Today he spent his time wandering, occasionally having a snack on some of the scrubby grasses here. It was a good life for Howl. No pressure to do anything, except there was also the fact that he could occasionally get into a state of sheer laziness with hardly any drive to move onto an area of better grazing. It could be too accommodating and at these points then Howl would need to find company to break him of this laziness and pal around with a few other stallions.

And today was Howl's day to go searching for companionship among his fellow bachelors. He'd been rolling in a dusty patch, coating himself in a nice layer of loose dirt until his roan coat was no longer blue but a dirty shade of a dull light brown-black. In short, he was definitely not looking as handsome as usual. Even his normally white tail was a light tan and every step he took shook large amounts of dust from his frame. Pausing, he gave a shake and it momentarily looked as if he'd just been through a dust storm, but then he leapt into a big trot, leaving a large cloud of dust in his wake. This was what being a bachelor was all about.

As he moved, he spotted an either very dark or just plain black. And not to mention huge. But Howl was not one to judge or make fun of those that were different so as he approached, he gave another good shake to rid more of the dust. But then he froze as a bellow from the larger stud startled him. For a minute Howl worried that it was a challenge but then saw the other stallion he was approaching and realized neither of them were tense or staring the other down so it had to have been just a small group forming. So Howl picked up his trot again and approached them with his own call, though significantly higher-pitched than the black stallion's call.

{ooc} just a warning to you guys to watch the wolfspeak. jinxx used "orbs" which is a definite no-no and "cranium" which isn't quite as bad but still counts. and kays used "stag". please say "eyes", "head", and "stallion" in the future :3

[jinxx]

The sable pelted stallion wandered the badlands aimlessly, looking for nothing and no one in particular. He lowered his head occasionally to pick at the coarse grasses but showed no real interest.

His hooves drug the ground like stones, and with head swaying low he suspected he looked much like a regular thug. Sure, he wasn't quite beefy enough to fit the image of the modern day punk, but one can imagine. The stallions eyes crinkled as a sudden dust cloud roared up in front of him, quickly causing him to jerk his head upward to avoid the particles.

Shortly after the cloud had settled, Muzik's ears pricked to the sound of a loud bellow. Although not naturally curious, he found himself feeling a small tinge of excitement and spun into a canter, letting loose a shrill cry of his own. His vocal chords did not match those of the initiator, but their volume was fairly close, with more a rumble.

An immense figure now loomed in the distance, from the looks, a large black shire. Slowing to a trot, he continued to approach. This was obviously another bachelor stallion; he had been wrong, the land was not completely deserted. Muzik was quite shocked when he saw another stallion come into the picture. This one was a blue roan with a shrill neigh.

Coming to a stop a few feet from the other two stallions, he proceeded to size them up. They were both massive in stature, the roan at least seventeen hands, though the draft looked to be over twenty. Providing an expression that appeared of interest, he thought a moment. Neither seemed hostile, both were calm so he wasn't worried. He nodded to them, providing a stallions' best line of introduction before speaking, "Hey there, I'm Muzik."

ooc - Sorry, totally forgot those are considered wolf-speak. I guess I'm still used to RPGs a year and some ago, lol =p

[kays]

ooc|| Stag is a wolf speak term? Oops, apologies, I've tended to use buck/stag in everything (par humans of course) Just cause I like the sound xD My bad.

[kays]

Tyr||22hh||Shire

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While Tyr had kept his eyes on the distant stallion whom had originally caught his attention, he hadn’t expected the arrival of another from a different direction. He snorted lightly, although it still had a gruff sounding quality, to clear the impending dust from his nostrils as the roan, who looked like he’d been rolling in the dirt by the state of him, drew to a halt at the side of his wading pool, a coiling cloud of dust tumbling after him into the water.

Probably time to get out, then. With a soft grunt, the hefty stallion placed both forehooves on the rim of the pool, and digging his hind feet deep into the sodden mud under the surface, he hauled himself out with water falling thick and heavy from every angle and curve of his large frame. His black fur seemed almost a raven blue with the sun catching the wet pelt, and he shook himself to try and get rid of most of the water that weighed him down, especially what clung the lengthy white feathers that encased his lower legs.

He lifted his head high, much higher than either stallion was capable of while keeping all four legs on the ground. His tail slapped wetly against his muscled flank and he nodded his head in greeting to the two stallions, one of whom had most recently introduced himself as Muzik.

“Hello, friends” he returned in kind, surveying each with interest. “I am Tyr” he replied simply enough. His interaction with stallions, whose minds were not set solely on fighting and sex, had been limited in this land, so it was no surprise his social prowess had suffered because of it. He looked to the last male to have joined them; “And what of you, friend?” he enquired.

[Zenyatta]

Noticing these two stallions being cordial and relaxed brought a smile to Howl's face and more of a spring to his step as he was the last to join them. However, noticing the large stallion stepping from the pool and realizing how dusty and dirty he was, he decided it would make a better first impression if he were clean. So with a quick nod to the two of them, he also slipped into the water, submerging as much as he could into the still very cold water. Emerging, Howl gave a hard shiver and shook free of the excess water, now wondering if it had been a good idea.

He shook again, his silvery-white tail flicking in every direction while his black mane and forelock whipped around, sticking to his face and neck. "You have a bit more mass to you to keep you warm in the water, don'cha think?" He smiled to the larger stallion, named Tyr. "But I thought I should look a bit less of a dustball when meeting new companions." He gave a barking laugh, amusing himself with his humor. No one could ever say Howl wasn't comfortable with himself and confident. "Th'name's Howl. Good ta meet'cha Muzik and Tyr."

[jinxx]

Mahogany eyes followed each stallion as they approached, holding in a chuckle as the draft came out of the water when the dusty roan stepped in. A slight breeze coming from the east ruffled his mane, sending it flying to his left. Muzik brought his head up a bit higher while stretching his neck slightly, he appeared to be enjoying the breeze, but was doing nothing short of a damn good job of adding height to his frame. Although he had no problem with being the shortest, he preferred to make his first impression properly.

The draft approached him now, body still soaked from his time in the pond. He seemed deliberate in his movements, much like a cougars' moving when in search of prey. Looking past him now while he finished his approach, Muzik turned his attention to that of the roan. He was now heaving out of the water, and preparing for a shake before his approach. He was glad to know he was not the only one that wanted to make a good first impression.

Muzik smiled as the black introduced himself as Tyr. It was quite suiting, actually. The roan seemed to be a very chipper individual, with a smile all around and confidence in his eyes. His laugh was loud, but he seemed to be someone Muzik could get along with; His name was Howl. He flashed a grin at the two, "Pleased to meet you two as well, what brings you to these lands?"

[Lioness]

It was taking Quicksilver longer than he’d imagined to adapt to his new life as a bachelor. He hadn’t expected to miss his birth herd as he did, and there were times, usually deep in the night, where the 2 year old half-considered going back, but he knew he couldn’t. Everyone had told him to wait a while longer; his mother had said he was too young and his father, showing an affection he usually kept firmly to himself, had even made it quite plain that he was welcome for a year or so longer, but Quicksilver hadn’t listened, and now his pride barred his way home; if he went now, he would surely be mocked by the other young horses.

Besides, it wasn’t like there was anything too unpleasant about being a bachelor. Sure, the badlands weren’t nearly as nice as the meadows he’d grown up in, but there was enough to eat if one looked hard enough and predators were scarce. What really got him down was the lack of company. He was social by nature, with dreams of one day starting a herd and family of his own, but he knew that he had to wait until his frame had fully filled-out with muscle before he could even think of claiming a mare.

At that time, he was grazing alone near a small pond, where the grass was a little sweeter. The scent of other lone males was in his nose, but all distant. It was the sudden deep bellow of a stallion quite nearby that drew his attention, and when a higher voice called out in answer, Silver looked up sharply and swivelled his ears, trying to pinpoint the sound. His first thought was that there was a fight about to occur, but the calls had sounded more like those of greeting than challenge. For a few moments he hesitated, then his curiosity got the better of him and he trotted off in the direction of the noise.

It didn’t take him long to spot the other stallions, and he was surprised to find a trio of them, rather than a pair. One of them, he couldn’t help but notice, was enormous, but he thought he’d probably be taller than the other two. Either way they all looked older than him, if not by much in the case of the sable one, and they were certainly all a lot tidier. Silver was a tatty looking thing in his adolescence; still a little lanky despite coming from a line of draught-type horses and with a coat half-way between the light bay he was born with and the white would apparently become, if his mother was to be believed. Nevertheless, the sight of other horses made him too happy to care much about what he looked like and he whickered to them excitedly; his voice still high and youthful.

He trotted up to them, making sure that his posture was friendly and un-challenging; the last thing he wanted was for these three to turn on him. “Hi all,” he said, trying to be polite but finding that his usual mode of friendly familiarity was hard to prevent, “Hope I’m not interrupting. My name’s Running Like Quicksilver.” He paused here, a little embarrassed, then added, “Just call me Silver’ Thinking that the long name might sound pretentious to someone who didn’t know it’s origin.