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Post by hfgsyrox on Mar 1, 2009 2:31:58 GMT -5
Misty walked into the claiming plains, she was new to greener pastures and was in need of a first herd. She whinnied calling any stallions around. After she walked over to a pond, she put her muzzle to the water and drank some of the refreshing water. She stepped out she walked over to a sunny patch and layed down to rest in the sun to wait for a stallion to come.
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Post by Captain Stumpy on Mar 1, 2009 5:42:05 GMT -5
 Spike when trotting over to the Love Creek, his father would kill him if he got a mare pregnant but the grass was so much better here than back home so he often wondered away. He grazed a small area just by some trees, then he snorted as a strange smell entered his nostrils, 'a mare?!' he thought to himself looking round the planes carefully. He soon spotted a coloured mare grazing on her own in the planes.
Spike trotted over, his head arched making his mane spike up slightly, his feathered legs making his gate look smoother and more flowing, as he got closer he neighed softly and stopped grandly his head held high. "your not from around here are you?" he asked nodding his head slightly as he spoke, waiting for an answer.
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Post by hfgsyrox on Mar 1, 2009 13:30:01 GMT -5
Misty stood up when she saw a horse coming, "your not from around here" he said, "No I am new here, I am just searching for a herd" she replied flicking her tail intently. He was a big stud much taller than her, but she wasn't scared, he seemed to be nice apart from his size.
OOC: Sorry no muse at the time
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Post by Captain Stumpy on Mar 1, 2009 14:48:26 GMT -5
Spike smiled rather crewdly and rather childish. His head was still slightly arched and his nose was flaring. "I'm Heir to the Ornate Plains Herd" he said proudly, "you could always come home with me" he said smiling. and pawing the grass slightly with his feathery hoof. Spike walked closer to greet her propery, he stick his nose out sniffing loudly as he planed to nuzzle her.
((thats okay I get like that))
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Post by &&. Rosie on Mar 1, 2009 19:09:49 GMT -5
Quarn snickered in the bush as he watched that guy 'Spike' talking to a filly. He held himself back, ready to rush and mount. But, he held back. He didn't want to start a fight with this 'heir'. Whoop-dee-do, he was gonna be a leader.
Quarn's palomino fur shone in the sun but was not noticable, thankfully. If his fur had been out of order...he didn't want to imagine. Let's just say, this stallion was a draft horse and he was a Quarter Horse...not a very good mix. This horse had feet the size of dinner plates! He was made for running and jumping, this one made for pulling large carts full of...humans. He rolled his eyes.
A sorry excuse for a horse.
Quarn manned up and pranced out of the bush. "Why, hello." he purred, trotting over to Misty and sniffing her. He completely ignored Spike, not noticing him at all.
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Post by hfgsyrox on Mar 1, 2009 22:53:42 GMT -5
"Hi?" Misty said, unsure of the stud who just randomly came out of the bushes and walked over. He sniffed her, she stepped away from the stud, she didn't trust him, at all. "who are you?" she asked reaching her head out and sniffing his muzzle, she pulled her head away unsure of his responce. She wasn't in heat any ways so she didn't have to worry much.
"I might come back with you, but I haven't even learned your name yet" Misty said looking back at the draft, but making sure that the other stud wasnt too close to her. She didn't want a fight with two stallion she didn't even know, over a little mare like her.......
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Post by &&. Rosie on Mar 2, 2009 6:21:05 GMT -5
Quarn paused, lowering his head into a bow. "Why, darling, I'm Quarn." he explained. "A loner in these parts." he eyed the filly mysteriously. A dun, with nice longlegs that faded to black. Her mane was shiny, like his, except black, as her tail. His attention swerved back to the draft horse behind him. "I'm willing to fight for this filly." he whinnied loudly, so everyone could hear. He paid more attention now. This draft horse had a chocolate brown coat and some white socks on his legs.
Quarn shrugged and turned back to the mare. "So, doll. If I win, your mine." he growled happily. Even if she wasn't in heat, when she was. BAM! She'd have a foal the following spring.
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Post by hfgsyrox on Mar 2, 2009 10:28:52 GMT -5
"I still have my choice, I am not in one of the forcing places, so if I dont want to go with you I dont have to" Misty said putting her small delicate head down to grab a bite of grass, she put her head back up unsure of the studs next move. If there was a fight then she would surely have to move back, just to make sure that she wouldnt get kicked.
OOC: I have no muse every second post, and this one is kinda cheesy sounding lol
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Post by &&. Rosie on Mar 2, 2009 10:35:47 GMT -5
Ooc.// Hehe..nice talent. Anyways, we should wait till Stumpy posts. I know she'd perfer if we wait.
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Post by hfgsyrox on Mar 2, 2009 10:36:33 GMT -5
OOC: ok
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Post by Captain Stumpy on Mar 2, 2009 13:00:14 GMT -5
((Sorry for the wait guys and thanks for waiting))
Spikes Nose flaired and snorted 'how dare this loner challenge the heir of the Ornate planes!?' He thought angryly to himself, "Alright!" He rawred rearing up onto his back legs, and boxing out with his front one towards Quarn threatningly before landing back on the ground tencing and arching his neck dancing towards Quarn standing in between him and Misty. He did a firey snort before standing still his neck still arched towards Quarn."you could always just run away, wimp!" Spike said sarcasticly his eyes not looking out of Quarns, He thuded the earth with his heavy feathered hooves challengingly, waiting on his opponents first move.
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Post by &&. Rosie on Mar 2, 2009 13:36:00 GMT -5
Quarn paused, turning around again to look at the bay horse. A fight he wanted, a fight he'd get. Quarn would kill for a mare like this. He wasn't a horse to say 'Oh my god! Your the heir to the Orante Plains herd!' Big whoop. Soon enough, he'd be the leader, not heir.
Quarn rolled his brown eyes, snorting out a laugh. "Son, I have killed for a mare." he growled, stepping forward and rearing to try and slam his forelegs onto Spike's back. It would...should take him down. He let out a wild whinny as he saw his hooves approaching the stallions...er...should he say gelding's back. His dark palomino coat shone in the hot sun as he neighed loudly.
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Post by Captain Stumpy on Mar 2, 2009 14:32:50 GMT -5
Quarn's hooves landed hard on Spikes back, a hollow thud echoed from the heavy horses belly. Spikes legs wobbled alittle as the blow was struck ans he soon felt blood trickle from the pain. His ears layed back to his head his eyes wild with rage. his neck raised and twisted as he flew his young teeth towards his opponants neck, whilst he kicked towards Quarn's whole body trying to get him off his back and hoping to get a good kick to his guts. a shill whinny of pain and anger came from his large head.
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Post by &&. Rosie on Mar 2, 2009 14:35:44 GMT -5
Quarn felt his wind bieng knocked out as a blow whipped his side. He coughed and sputtered before getting back up and nipping Spike before slamming his body onto his body roughly, wanting some damage to be done. "C'mon you little gelding." he snapped, taunting the stallion. This guy had no balls. |
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Post by Captain Stumpy on Mar 2, 2009 14:51:26 GMT -5
Spike spludered and was knocked off balance and Quarns body slams into his own body his back now aching and bleeding unplesently.
Spike though his head into the air adding momentom as his lifted his heavy body to the sky, he planed to strike out with his front hooves but found himself to close to Quarn ending up throwing his knees towards Quarns chest still slightly unbalenced. He stayed silent, thinking less on insults and more on a good blow.
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