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| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 10 |
| Adoptable |
sorry that it took me sooo long to get this up, but I figured we could do a round or two more in the Threshold thread? I'm pretending Arabella gave her name, let me know if you want me to change that. <3
 Alan wasn't quiet about her thoughts, her ideals, her way of looking at things. Of course, she hadn't been lecturing little Arabella on it during the journey home, but a satisfaction had spread in her gut at the easy manner in which the odd spotted mare had accepted her offer. That, though, was just the cherry on top of it. The best part was that she'd barged in on her and a filthy skyrat, had snarled the white winged thing off, and thus, essentially, brought home this pretty girl right from under the vermin's pesky nose! All in all, it made for a happy Alan, and she'd set a brisk though not unreasonable pace towards home. Long charcoal legs had carried her swiftly across a terrain which gradually began to slope upwards, tail held proudly above the ground as she answered any questions the mare might have, or told her of nonsense things, like how pretty the Edge was.
Pretty mares like pretty things, no? At least, she hoped it was so. Sunlight was filtering down through the yellow-and-red leaves, though the patches of shadow were smaller than they had been. A carpet of newly fallen frondescence muffled the sounds of her hooves, and that of the spotted mare Arabella. The cry of a gull was carried in by the noon wind, bringing the scent of brine with it; they lived close by the sea, even if the weren't exactly on a beach. "Aaand we're home, sweetheart," she purred happily, leaping across one of the charred branches left by the various fires which had wrecked the Edge. Most trees had healed up well, though she guessed it'd take a few more years before it was perfect again. "What do you think so far, eh?"
And don't you say something negative! Fuh.
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[sorry i took so long to reply :$ and that's fine :3]
Arabella remained silent as she followed Alan back to The World's Edge. Back home . Many thought's rushed through her head and she trotted along. What does the Edge look like? Would they accept her? Are they friendly? Would there be stallion's in this herd like the violent ones who she'd met not a week ago?
She pulled her mind away from her thoughts and took in her surroundings. The sun shone through the gaps in the few pretty coloured leaves that were left, making Alan's coat become patched. The foliage beneath her masked the sound of footsteps, and emitted a musty odor which made her nostrils flare. She caught something else on the wind, the fresh, salty scent of the sea. The mare had seen it only once as a young foal but instantly recognized the smell. She wished to see it again some day.
Arabella flinched as a gull cawed loudly above, dragging her away from her day dream. Alan then proudly announced that they were home. "What do you think so far, eh?". Glancing around, Arabella decided that there was no other way to describe it. She thought that the edge was "Beautiful," she sighed "Very beautiful."
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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 2 years |
| Rover |
Little bronze hooves bore the prince over the fallen leaves as he trotted through the forest. He held his black, regal head high and on his back the lynx mantle moved smoothly with his body. The boy’s white tail held up the end of black spotted hide as it was raised in pride. He’d just mastered the skill of trotting without getting tangled in his long legs and he was so proud of this ability that he seldom walked anymore, he felt obligated to show the herd that their prince was making fast progress. He’d learned now that growing up wasn’t something that would happen overnight, it was something he had to work for, and even though the prince was a little bit of a bigwig already he wasn’t lazy - he would work hard to become what his mother wanted him to be. A great king.
Suddenly he caught the scent of his future minions. He stopped midstride, right foreleg held in the air, and tried to work out from where the scent was coming. When he couldn’t he just picked a direction and started trotting again. This time he was lucky because soon he saw two unicorns, one bay and one spotted. For a split second the foal thought the spotted one was his father, but he soon recognized them both as mares. He hadn’t met any of them and had he been a normal foal maybe he would have slowed down, started to chew and carefully approach them, but Tamlin was too certain of his own greatness, mostly because ever since the day he was born his mother, Lotus, had told him how important and special he was. He’d never learned to be submissive or how to show that he was inferior, but why should he learn that when he was royalty? When he was the one everybody else should bow down before?
"Good day." he said in a precocious voice. Now that he was close to them he could clearly distinguish the Edge-scent of the bay mare from the scent of the other. The spotted one must be new to the herd. "Who are you?" he asked them both.
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Permission to use violence and magic against Tamlin at all times granted
Before Alan had the chance to say anything else a small yet well built colt trotted over. Like Alan and herself, he was a unicorn, his ice tipped horn protruding from the middle of his head. The foal's coat was almost completely obsidian, apart from his rump and tail, which appeared to have been dusted in snow.
Though the foal was nice at first glance, there was something a little odd about his rather confident manner; any other foal, especially as young as this one seemed, would have been incredibly nervous to come and talk to two fully grown mares. Arabella was even more shocked at how proudly he announced himself, and snorted at the colt. How incredibly supercilious of him. Had his mother not taught him to show respect to his elders, especially ones he had just met?
She stepped a little closer to the foal, trying to show that she and Alan were superior here. "I," she paused and stretched her neck down, so she could be at head height with the colt "am Arabella" she replied. She stepped back in line with Alan and looked at her, to see what she had to say about the matter, Arabella was sure that she would have no problem speaking her mind.
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| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 10 |
| Adoptable |
sorry for the wait <3 was gone and then sick :<
A fierce grin, rather jovial despite its feral nature, split Alan's dark muzzle. Beautiful, eh? She wasn't sure about that. Well, in a sense, the Edge really was beautiful, it had green trees, mysterious fog, and the ocean sparkled below that cover of white if you stood by the Edge itself... but Alan wasn't one to stand and gawk at the scenery, she barely took it in except when regarding tactics - was the sun in her eyes, the soil underhoof muddy and clinging at you? Rabbit holes in the meadow? Perhaps she ought to spend more time just enjoying that which was around her, but... naahh. It wasn't really her thing. Still, she somehow had a soft spot in her black heart towards this mare, hence the grin and not a roll of her amber eyes. Hopefully Arabella would enjoy life here in the beautiful Edge.
But barely had she felt at a loss of words for long enough when Tamlin, the arrogant prince of the Edge, came toddling over. He was Mauja's get sure as hell, the snowy blanket across his hips a sign of that. Still, she'd only heard of him by the words that flew on the wind, and never met the brat herself - something she was quite certain she was lucky in, given the arrogance of his approach. Head high like the King himself, not even chewing. Did he not know that Alan could make kindling of his bones in a second if she wanted to? And, being quite the rude creature herself, there was no way she could take his "who are you?" in a kindly fashion. No matter how childish and pretty his voice, the phrasing was a demand in her ears and one a foal was not able to push her way. Ears fell back into the mess of her black mane as Arabella approached, giving her name, and then Alan herself jerked forth, trying to scare him back a step.
"You, punk," she began in a growl, wondering why on earth Mauja or someone else hadn't beat some sense into the prince. "Have no right whatsoever to demand anything of me until you can make me give it." To further prove her point she flung her head down, teeth snapping together as close to his face as she could without moving again or actually hurting him. Hell yeah, a kid trying to get her name by demanding it? Never going to happen, huh.
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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 2 years |
| Rover |
Both of them reacted not quite the same way he’d imagined. They seemed angry. But what had he done? He’d simply asked them to state their names and they’d refused, well he’d gotten one of the names, even if the spotted mare also seemed less than pleased with his question. A pang of fear had jolted through his body when Arabella leaned towards him, but he hadn’t yielded, however as the other mare lurched forward he winched. He squeezed his eyes shot when her teeth snapped together so close to his head, anticipating a pinch, but was too scared to be able to move away from it. Her teeth never grabbed his black hide though and the little colt slowly opened his hazel eye and then his blue one.
He found himself in a leaned back position, his rump almost touching the ground and head turned away from the bay mare. This was all so new, he was not used to being scolded, and he didn’t know how to react. His strong sense of superiority however didn’t leave his mind to easy. He straightened up and looked the bay right in the eye. A bit shaky on his voice he spoke back to her. "I am your prince, mare! Give me your name!"
The prince wasn’t all to certain of himself for the moment, but his pride forced him to stick to his demand. He glanced quickly at the knabstupper Arabella she didn’t feel quite as threatening as the bay, but he couldn’t trust that she too wouldn’t jump on him. Didn’t anyone here acknowledge the fact that he was Mauja’s son?! And not to mention Lotus’ son! Where was their respect for the royal blood than ran though his veins?
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Permission to use violence and magic against Tamlin at all times granted
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