Dark orbs took in the site of rocky mountains, hidden by thick cloud cover and concealing the thick, green forest. It held a mystery about itself with the almost eerie quiet of the land. The chirping of birds could be heard but not seen, no small animals scurried through the lands. Was there something about his presence that startled the wildlife of the region? Was it his face? The jagged cuts that marred his face and nearly blinded him in his left eye, the vision in that eye blurry but not totally gone. He twitched his lips, feeling the scars pull with his skin. Said scars etched down his face, a few on his neck but they thickened in on his chest and laced backward on his shoulders and finally ending on his barrel and a few strayed down to his forelegs. Yes, that was probably it. They saw the scars and thought he ment to harm them. He smiled ruefully and shook his concave, moving forward on the rocky grasses.
His trot was lifted and high-kneed, showing his breeding in a beautiful way. He lifted his tag and his skull with it, his chocolate colored orbs a light with momentary joy of freedom, of being alive. But he knew he would fall from this high as soon as he stopped his trot. He loved this small sense of freedom though and he did it as many times as he could. He flared his pink nostrils and moved into a gallop them, bucking out in his youthful playfullness. He may be mature in mind but he loved to act a bit childish at times, it refreshed his muddled thoughts. A nicker burst from his kissers and he came to a stop right before the forest, his dark forelock falling over his orbs as he searched the area. This region was owned by another, someone had claimed it. He snorted, contemplating his options.
He could ask to join this region. It would give him benefits. Protection and a home. A place he could finally be at peace. He wasn't good at making friends, so this would be a good chance to do that. He snorted, yeah right, he would never have true friends. He didn't look like the others. Therefore he wouldn't be treated the same. That was how the world worked. He smirked at himself, his cold heart chilling his high thoughts and he steeled himself but kept his face kind. Like his mother thought him to.
He nickered aloud, his twin towers flickering here and there, moving about his poll, listening for any others. Surely someone heard him?
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06-15-2012, 04:02 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-15-2012, 04:14 PM by Evers.)
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The little blue roan roamed about his new land. He was musing about a great many things, his knowledgable mind thirsting for more as unanswered questions about the earth and magic appeared before him. Bugs were biting at his pelt and different kinds of foliage had managed to get entangled in every single one of his six horns either side of his neck. The owner of those horns didn't seem to have noticed however, mathmatical calculations wizzing through the scholars brain.
It was the scent of a newcomer that reluctantly brought Evers back to the present. The scholar approached the scent and layed eyes on the stallion before him as he nickered. He was a pretty thing but his face was marred with many scars that made Evers wonder what hardships he had been through. Not that the blue could talk, his family of misfits was nothing to brag about. Keeping a respectable distance Evers addressed the liver "hello, are you needing a new home?", his shy vocals rang out to the stallion. The little stag then stood and awkwardly waited for the others reply, glad to finally be of use to the herd.
Vicken turned his dark brown orbs to face the smaller stallion. His tone was quiet, reserved and seemed timid. The Hackney wondered why the stallion would be timid, he was the one with authority around here and Vick had learned quickly that size did not matter in the least. Everyone had their own advantages. He had also never seen a steed of such color and where those...horns? He snorted at the sight. But he had no room to talk, he could barely look at his reflection anymore.
He ran the blue male's words over and over in his brain, mulling over them. Why was he thinking this over? He was in need of a new home. He hadn't had one since he was three and he was now seven. Being a wanderer was growing tiring. The scarred stallion snorted, pawing a striped hoof across the rough ground.
' Aye. I am. '
His light German accent moving with the voluptuous breeze the blew through the mountains and through the trees. He closed his kissers, letting his twin towers twitch about, taking in the sounds around him while his tag flicked his flanks, waiting for a reply from the smaller male.
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06-15-2012, 09:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-15-2012, 09:46 PM by Varath.)
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In a flurry of gangly, charcoal legs, one of the son's of Paladin arrived on the scene where a newcomer approached. He would play a prank, but his brother was not here and his father had already yelled at him for speaking rudely to others. One more mad mark and it would be time out! And time out was the worst. He would have to stay glued to his mother's side all day. BORING.
A blue roan with awesome horns was there too, and the young colt trotted to where the two were speaking. The newcomer had an interesting accent too, and the colt grinned. Even though the chestnut did not have a horn, he seemed interesting. "You should live here! It's one of the only places that isn't burning up. Sucks to be in the desert now." His juvenile voice held arrogance and overconfidence, but soon enough he would be knocked over and the two settings would start back from the beginning.
Even though the land was shaded by the tall, beautiful mountains, the snow that capped their tops was melting quickly and a humid stillness settled between the massive pines. Varath did not like the hot, but having not ever seen a full year, he could not say much on the matter that was worthwhile. "What's your name? Why do you talk like that?" he asked.
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Evers watched the new stallion as he listened to the others short reply to his question. He spoke in an accent that Evers had never heard before. Intrigued, Evers was about to take the initiative before another approached. This colt was from the Foothills but the blue had never seen him before. Not that it was unusual, the herd seemed to be growing larger by day and Evers was a shy one.
The colt was a bold Evers thought, it made him wish he could remember his own childhood. Feel how it was to be that brave in the face of newcomers and friends alike. Alas! The small stallion lived for only one purpose as Mandrake's son. Smiling at Varath in greeting first, Evers turned to the chestnut once more "I am Evers of the the land you now stand. You are welcome to call this place home but..." He thought for a moment on how to phrase it, "no racism to other species is tolerated." It was the reason he and his brothers had been allowed here. They even accepted his mother which Evers found a feat, although how long they could put up with her was another question.
Evers waited for a response now, intrigued to know this odd speaking stallion's name. Just like Varath asked.
Hooves in the distance pulled the harks of the dark chestnut toward the source of the sound. Whatever it was the creature was bumbling and making quite a ruckus. This either meant that the equine in question was very comfortable in these lands, felt safe. Protected. The stag snorted, flaring his pink nostrils wide and taking in the different scents around him. The first one he smelt was the blue stallion across from him and then the foliage around them. Other horses were prominent as well and then then normal smell of a mountain valley. And then a newer smell, not entirely new to this land but to him, which all of the scents were but this one wasn't even a year tainted by smells.
Vicken turned his narrow skull to face the on coming gray streak. His chocolate orbs studied the small colt before him. His harks were pressed firmly towards the young gray colt. The colt was oddly colored. Sure, the gray was normal but the red tips on his mane and tail were a bit off to the stallion but he could not question this place. This could very well be his new home. The colt's questions were that of innocent, curious youth. He didn't anger at the young male but simply smiled lightly, making a few of the scars on his face curl and indent further into his facials.
' My name is Vicken. '
He said, stating to the young colt and simply shaking his skull at the second question. He was offended, it was normal for youngsters. His left aud shot toward the blue stallion as he voiced himself still present. Vicken blinked, turning his attention to the blue stallion once again and nodded his approval of the rule. As long as no one offended him, thought badly of him because of looks or hated him because of his accent, he would do the same. With that established, he turned back to the colt.
' Was how I was raised, youngster. May I ask your name? '
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Why was everyone smiling at him as if his existence was some great, cosmic joke? The colt frowned. No one ever smiled at his father like that. The blue roan with the awesomely curled horns said that there was no racism here. "Yeah!" Varath agreed. "My mom is an equine but my dad is a unicorn. Everyone likes my parents." Or so he thought. He wasn't overly fond of their dictatorship parenting style.
Apparently the horse's name was Vicken, and Varath grinned, dancing around excitedly and tossing his head. "My name is Varath! We both have names that start with a 'V'! My brother's name is Vadim. You should meet him too." When he said that the way he talked was how he was raised, Varath furrowed his brows. "I don't speak like my dad... My dad speaks too fancy."
Varath turned to Evers now and stomped his hooves excitedly. "Can Vicken live here too? What is your name? Are you a warrior?"
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