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Post by The Kenren on Aug 22, 2011 21:22:42 GMT -5
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How long had it been, since he'd first started wandering the Badlands? Since he'd left his childhood home? Two years, three..? The days often passed in a blur, and time over such a long period was lost on him. He hadn't been in the Badlands for all of that time; he'd wandered all over Hilzaria, just seeing the land, never settling in one place for too long. However, he seemed constantly drawn back to the Badlands, despite having no particular attachment to any equine and the fact that females were scarce. Any who knew Eiremni were aware how strange it was for him to live in a male-dominated society; he thrived on interaction with the other sex. However, there was something soothing about the semi-solitude he found there, even if the company was sometimes less-than-perfect.
As it was, that day was one of the days he found himself alone in the Badlands, wandering aimlessly despite the drizzle that was settling over the rather dry ground. It didn't bother him much; there was enough moisture to darken and dampen his coat, but not enough to interrupt his stroll. The tall roan was walking at a leisurely pace, head raised, ears pricked with mild interest at his surroundings. He didn't hold high hopes of seeing anyone of real interest, namely any female, on the land, but it didn't hurt to keep his wits about him just in case. The stallion sighed lightly in frustration as he walked. He'd been feeling a little restless lately; he didn't know if it was hormonal or mental, but it was installing an itch in him that he couldn't shake. The stallion stopped his movement, heedless of the fact he wasn't close to any shelter. Eiremni shook his body, water flying, blending in with the droplets still falling. Though his head remained alert, his body relaxed, content to stay in one place for the moment. He'd start up again soon. For now his mocha gaze scanned the horizon, wondering if entertainment would just show up on its own.
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Notes; WOOOOOOW, this is shit. I apologize. Hopefully it will get better >> /shot
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Post by Zenyatta on Aug 24, 2011 12:51:12 GMT -5
Just another day of drizzling. It didn't surprise Archer, but he was ready for the nice days of summer to arrive. Well, not the dead of summer because it was almost always an unbearable time in the Badlands for all of the bachelors since it practically turned into a desert. That was when Archer began wandering to better territories in order to escape the heat. He liked to think he could take on any horse that challenged him so once territories began getting claimed, he'd just continue to do the same exact thing as he had since he moved into the Badlands. That was the saying, wasn't it? Old habits die hard?
But for now, the stallion was content here so long as the temperatures stayed low enough and it didn't rain too much. Drizzles were fine. Archer didn't really get clean any other way from the dustiness that seemed to always coat him. Inhaling and exhaling, blowing water from his nostrils, he wandered about, wondering if he could find another horse that would possibly entertain him. Honestly he preferred to speak with those of the mare persuasion, but it wasn't common for them to just be wandering through the Badlands. He'd seen many a silly mare in his time walk across the border and instantly be flocked by testosterone-fueled, hormone-filled stallions that just want to get off and get a mare to follow them so they can move out of the bachelor lands. Usually, though, this just scared the daylights out of the mare and she went tearing back into the Misty Plains where she was safe. Kind of. It also wasn't uncommon for said bachelors to continue to chase the mare until other mares intercepted them and drove them out.
Archer never felt bad for any party when this occurred. It was the mare that started it in the first place. She just got what was coming to her. The thought brought a chuckle out of Archer as he slowly wandered, bending his head occasionally to clip some grass to chew as he walked. Eventually, though, the sight of another stallion caught his attention. Archer didn't immediately recognize him, but this was a large area with a lot of stallions so it wasn't like you knew everyone you passed no matter the day or the place.
Well, he'd been asking for this sort of thing to happen, so the least he could do was whinny a good loud greeting and pick up into a trot towards him.
{ooc} whoawhut? where did this come from xDD
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