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Post by The Kenren on Aug 25, 2011 21:21:13 GMT -5
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The night was cold. One of the coldest of the spring, to be sure, and probably the last one until fall. The earth had been warming lately, bringing life back to the land in its unending cycle, but the frost that was sure to come with the morning threatened to destroy all of the work that the warmth had done to date. The more delicate flowers would die, and and the buds on the trees would burn from the inside. It was a sad event, but one mother nature was used to handling; she would heal herself with time. However, those optimistic thoughts didn't help the cold seeping into Eiremni's skin, making him shiver. His winter coat was almost completely shed, so the cold struck him more than it normally would have. It had woken him from a restless sleep, his body urging him to move to keep warm. It's wasn't freezing, but it was an uncomfortable chill that caused an aching in his bones. The Badlands were a cold, empty place, even with the other stallions that lived there - he'd chosen to take a little midnight adventure to the Plains to keep himself moving.
The moon shone high above, lighting the slight mist that always seemed to cling to the landscape. He was in no hurry, walking at a leisurely pace, trying not to wake the mares sleeping under trees here and there. He wasn't sure why he was there; the cold on it's own was no good reason to travel. Maybe it was for company. Maybe it was just to warm up a little bit... A smile crossed the stallion's lips, a personal grin at his thought. One would think that he wasn't capable of seeing a mare and not thinking less-than-appropriate thoughts about them. But hey, he wasn't a complete animal. He could have conversations. The roan shivered again, but slowed to a stop, his breath puffing from his nostrils with barely-visible breaths. Maybe his trip was in vain, but maybe, just maybe, a little fun - and a little warmth - would come his way this night. One could only hope.
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Notes; I'M SO EXCITED /sets mood
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Post by Silver on Aug 26, 2011 19:01:33 GMT -5
Come and get me boys . . .
SANDRINE.
Great Mother it’s cold.
That was Sandrine’s first thought as the chill crept into her body and froze her bones. It was colder on this night than it had been in a while, and she wasn’t sure that she would live through it. Alright, that was an exaggeration, but it was dreadfully cold. The light-weight mare shivered and paced, trying to keep warm. The always present fog did nothing to ease the feeling of uneasiness that swept through her as she moved. Tonight seemed different, and that was saying a lot for a mare who didn’t usually notice much outside of herself and the things she wanted. Sandrine had stayed away from the Badlands ever since her last visit, which had been fine until she tried to find her way back to the border. There she had an unpleasant run in with some less than polite stallions. Stupid pricks, she thought to herself, still jogging to keep her body temperature up. It did nothing to lower her comfort around stallions, nor did it affect her taste for the games of wits with the opposite sex. The only problem was that she hadn’t run across any stallions for a while, and although there was plenty of company in the form of mares, she just couldn’t have the kind of playful banter with them that she could with males. Most of them thought she was either annoying or too immature to have anything to do with her, and so she kept to herself around them. It was at these times that she missed her half-brothers and the other foals that she had associated herself with when she was younger. Esa, the oldest of her brothers, had always shared in her love of flirting and the word play that went along with it. Neither of them had ever really thought about what might come of it; they both just enjoyed the thrust and parry of the game. Sandrine shook her head, clipping off the feelings of homesickness and loneliness that threatened to overtake her.
The pale mare wasn’t really paying attention to her surroundings, and so she was quite surprised to see a lone figure in the space close to her. Normally the mares that weren’t moving around would sleep in groups for protection, but this figure – moving, as she now noticed – was all alone and didn’t look to be in any hurry to find its fellows. Curious, (probably too much so for her own good), Sandrine changed her direction and jogged towards the figure. As she approached, she could see that it was indeed an equine, and a horse at that. What she didn’t realize until the smell reached her nose was that the figure wasn’t female. Stallion, she thought instantly. Her heart raced both in interest as well as surprise. What was a stallion doing in the Misty Plains at night? Lacking the wisdom that most other mares possessed, she called to him with an interrogative whinny. Her body shivered at a sudden breeze, and she pranced a little in place to keep herself from freezing.
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