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there was still about half an hour before the sun made its exit. but under this thick foliage, it didn't matter much. sure, every now and then a ray might bounce off charcoal hide, but it was so quick and so meager that no real damage was done. every minute that passed the mare moved nearer to the treeline. she was not in search for companionship or to explore at the moment. for once, she was to mind her own business. but that quickly got boring, so she kept mind busy by picking at the meager greenery. and as we all know, where there is sunlight, there is grass.

she didn't move fast - and as the shadows fell she was quickly becoming one. only her markings shared the secret. twin towers were relaxed and not paying much mind to her surroundings. winter had long since arrived, and the remaining stalks were almost bitter. the taste seemed odd on palate after the spring and summer grasses, but they would have to do until those seasons arrived once more.

silhouette barely meandered along. she was nothing more than a grazing horse. but if one looked closely, eyes could not lie. the ooids could not contain the blazing fire - they had almost a hungry look to them. as if waiting to see who would approach, and how she could toy with them. not tease or mock, but just challenge herself. she tried on her acting shoes; let's see where they get her

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Scars tell the best stories...

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Leo's Scar
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arkness consumed the lands, concealing his ruby hued bodice within the shadows of the night, optics surveying the land as he moved about the timber. It was more thickly wooded than his own land, his desert hell only slightly disarrayed with trees, most of which he had used to block entrances and exits; leaving the main portal open to those who dared enter the inferno he now called home. Ivory plates picked their trail neatly, quietly drifting through the light layer of snow, careful not to disturb the still of the evening. Prowling the forest, Scar's nostrils flared, the flowery fragrance of a fae hit his senses like an oncoming freight train; plastering a smile to his kissers as he moved smoothly across the earth's debris. Dainty, jagged. hooves made nearly no sound as he approached, to the untrained eye a simple minded stallion would have stumbled right on past the mare of ink coloration, but Scar's years of training had taught him well. He was quiet first, watching her nibble on the fading grasses, knowing that they had little to no flavor but rich in nutriment for these chilled winter months. The moon kissed the blanketed ground, snow flakes glistening as the stars peeked from behind the granite colored clouds, Scar deciding how he was going to make his move. He would play it cool, collected, sweet, and caring, as he always had, he was a master of all disguises, portraying the honorable stallion almost as well as he executed his vindictive, blood thristy, persona; prepared cow stalking out from the tree line to greet the vixen.

"Hello fair maiden, I couldn't help but notice the absence of a stallion. I'm sure you can hold your own just find, but don't you think you shouldn't be along in the dark depths of the forest?" He hadn't quite expected the fatherlyness in the lyrics he spun, but they would work. Doe was charcoal in color, painted socks around her columns and a brush stroke down her profile, orbs as piercing as yellow sapphires; she would produce fine foals for his asylum. She'd seemed relaxed upon his arrival but greedy pools awaited a reaction, would she be frightened or would she hold her ground? Would her melody be soaked in honey or dripping with acid? Only time would tell he supposed, aptly bending his crown inward toward his chest, Scar peered at the lass through drapes of solid copper; studying her frame as his soldiers stood front and center awaiting the mare's song. [/center]

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enamels grabbed at the meager pickings; senses on alert for any movement in surroundings. there was a sparrow pitching a fit in the branches above - beside that ruckus the forest was rather quiet. banner flicked charcoal hide idly, waiting for something to happen. and, as if summoned, something did happen. he traveled relatively quiet. but Boudicca had been a solitary traveler for near whole life. not much escaped sharpened senses. crown remained lowered, content on their task of grazing while the crimson brute approached. when he began his spill, enamels stopped their gathering. after last syllable tiara returned to its normal altitude.

she was easily almost a hand taller than cherry stallion. but there was a hardness in his muscles that gave away his age. living by her lonesome for the better part of her six years she had come into contact with all sorts of strangers. never in that time had she belonged to a herd - she designated herself an outcast and preferred herself for company. most equines were idiots anyway, she had learned. fair speech could hide a foul heart, and a sharp tongue could cut one's throat. time would tell which variety this brute was. tongue moistened lips as vocals prepared themselves. voice was crisp, yet there was no sweetness nor bitterness to it. emotions always made themselves scarce when speaking, unless she felt the need to share feelings. she usually did not.

I've been alone my entire life - why should I change that habit now?

there wasn't any undertones in speech. if anything a sort of pride. and not in a rude manner, but the mare began to move off. in a slow ambling gait - she wanted to find some more morsels to chow on before nightfall. she was not unwelcoming, but if the beast wanted to be a socialite he could tag along.

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Scars tell the best stories...

Leo's Scar
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er words were plain, lacking emotion, she'd been alone; probably aware of every trick in the book plus some. This would require a little more effort than he thought, but he was up for the challenge, optics following her large mass as she sauntered slowly away; fae's trained kissers greedily pulling yellowish strands from the perishing lands. A grin plastered his maw, imagining just what he could and would do to her once she came to his land with him, stepping into a loose trot; circling around her to look her in the pools when he spoke. "Excuse my assumptions dear, I meant nothing by it, just that a mare should have the benefit of a stag if she wishes one." He kept very little distance, enough that she could breath comfortably, his muzzle aching to touch hers; to let her scent sink deeper into his memory. He restrained himself, muscles loose and relaxed, not waiting to show her any apprehension for the lingering time; he could wait forever but he preferred not to. "So tell me, if you'd be so kind, where have you traveled other than here?" Scar pressed her with a question, a simple one, but still a question; to take a look into her past. [/center]


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this hessian was a consistent one, she's give him that. he had his plans and was sticking to them. suppose that's better than having the attention span of a butterfly. scents of equines had become scant as of late - it was good odds that she was the first female he'd seen in a while. it was likewise, though this was by choice. other females almost always irritated the heck out of her. or whiny males. gawd, she couldn't stand them. mind was quickly brought back into focus when that pet name hit the atmosphere. jaw immediately stopped grinding, swallowing its' contents whether they had been fully grounded up or not. crown raised, and soldiers were pinned into graves for a few moments.

I am not your dear. Don't try to sugar coat your words in an attempt to warm me up to you. It will only piss me off

twin towers remained fiercely back, though within a minute gradually returned to a normal upright position. Boudicca wasn't angry, yet. she just loathed when males designated females with pet names when they didn't know her from the man in the moon. nasals then snorted and serpentine was tossed before lyrics again slid over vocal chords.

I find most equines to be intolerable, so am content with myself for company. And though it's none of your business... I've been on the move since I was a weanling. I haven't spent more than three nights in the same location. But not all who wander are lost, you know.

the information was all she cared to share with a stranger for the moment. she was no weeping maiden in need of comfort, and didn't need anyone's pity. tiara was kept at her constant height; this stallion clearly didn't intend on letting her graze in peace so may as well divert her attention to him for a bit. odd, piercing eyes looked at him, waiting to be given a hint of some variety as to what his ultimate intentions were

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Scars tell the best stories...

Leo's Scar
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is blood sizzled and heart raced as her tone got snappy, coal soldiers molded to her head, dopamine riddling his brain and about sending him over the edge; he could easily mount her and plant his seed, force her back with him. It could be that easy and yet here he was trying to play the goodboy role and ease her into his land before having his way with her. "Easy there hot stuff." He couldn't stop the chuckle that flowed after his words, he was going to have fun with her. "Well what would you like to be called then mare?" His lyrics carried rude, questioning tones. Raising a single brow to the mare as he waited for an answer, Scar stepped closer, "What's your name?" bouncing graciously into a two beat gait around the mare; letting his shoulder brush hers before he stopped and dropped his muzzle. Kissers ripped grasses from the earth's scalp, he could play this game too, pretend to have no interest in him; leaving himself hip to hip with the inky doe he listened. "How intolerable do you find me?" He asked the question but never turned to look at her, never gave her more than his minimal attention. Harks swiveled, not listening to the mare but to their surroundings, letting his mind wander till she disrupted him with her melody. [/center]


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obsidian silhouette was still for a few moments. when his return statement was captured in auds, a small half-smile found itself upon facade. really? he had to go there. she knew he chose those words with the intention of ruffling feathers, so she disregarded them. his following tone was rude, but she was not insulted by it. she had done the same to him; guess she was better about controlling herself. ha! that's a joke. if she had something to say, she'd speak her mind. it had gotten her into trouble on plenty of occasions, and she was sure those days were not behind her.

question, questions, this brute sure was chock full of them. when he went to graze and brought himself closer, she just gave him that unquestionably female look of 'really?'. she glared for a few moments more; he did not intimidate her. she may be younger but she was sure she could hold her own against him. after the allotted time had passed appendages pivoted on the forehand, so that the bodies were perpendicular to another. a smile returned to kissers as a thought crossed mind

If you're going to be two-faced, at least try to make one pretty

she laughed a smallish, light-hearted laugh. but it slowly vanished as thoughts returned to the situation. why couldn't he just make up his mind on the mask he wore? first it was a stately gentlemen, almost sweet to an extent. now words turned harsh and rude. what was his game? it only intrigued her.

If you care to actually address me as my birth-name, it's Boudicca. And intolerable wouldn't be the word I would have chosen there, boar.

Boudicca didn't mean it to translate as an insult, though it probably did. it was just in her nature. don't get short with her and she wouldn't get short with you. well, she might if you were annoying, but those situations just couldn't help themselves. though this stranger was... what's the word? it escaped thoughts. those delectable words from earlier had quickly vanished; had they been the everyday words of choice it would've been harder to perform such a 180 in tone. she did not trust this brute, though he did tug at curiosity.

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Scars tell the best stories...

Leo's Scar
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uds parked forward, Scar watched her move in his peripherals, her murky rump at his hip; testosterone flaring, urging the brute to get what he really wanted. No. I need mares for my asylum, but just my evil spawn running about these lands. She probably assumed he was weak by his burst in tone in his previous statement, but she had no idea the monster he controlled within himself that he had yet to let her experience in full force. He was calm as she spoke, picking the barren land clean of it's moribund sod, letting a single radar flicker to the side toward her; Boudicca huh. His lyrics came out smooth, casual, "What an ugly name for such a pretty horse." His reply was short, a cackle following his retort, the brute letting his foreleg cross the other; halting along side the vixen. Dragging grasses from beneath her belly, purposely rotating his towers, tips gently brushing her abdomen. "So tell me mare, what are you doing here? If you don't want a herd or a stallion, why would you be in a place where mares seek the companionship of a brute?" [/center]


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really, this was an interesting conversation they had going on. she packed a punch and he returned it. such fun. but then the stupid beast came much too near and tried to what, taunt her? she should've kicked that head in of his. I mean, come on he may as well have laid down on a bulls-eye in the center of a target. no amount of useless bragging would convince her that she would not have hit him. by the time you see something coming for your head that is only inches away - it's going to make contact. and this black ess was not known for her gentleness. she was tempted to mockingly strike at him, just to watch reflexes make him twitch.

couldn't help but notice he didn't return his own calling in exchange for her own. she hadn't asked, but one would take common courtesy into mind. if he didn't give a name she already had one in mind that she would address him as. more often than not she didn't use common courtesy - but she wasn't the one trying to get another to join their harem. Boudicca seriously doubted he had wandered out here for a chit-chat or some company. but then again, he had likely never met a mare quite like herself and so that's the probable cause of his array of strategies. it was in the dead of winter, and so she knew it was physically impossible for her to come into heat, much less conceive. otherwise she'd be more protective of her hind end. she'd go as far as plain sitting down. if he tried mounting her while standing she'd aim for the rib cage. sorry, but rape was non-existent in her book. at his next few remarks she almost wanted to roll those wolf eyes of hers. really, now?

Last I checked there stranger this was a damn forest.

sarcasm was included in voice, though wouldn't say it was dripping of it. but anyhow, the sun had all but fallen and there was hardly any color left in the blue yonder. she cast an aud at him, but nothing more. lithe limbs began to choreograph their way to the nearest cleaning; as she was growing thirsty and wished to soothe that desire. gait was a comfortable walk. would he tag along, meet her there, or give up on this stubborn vixen? the conversation was an entertaining one, though his lack of respect of space was starting to annoy her.

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Scars tell the best stories...

Leo's Scar
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e could feel her body growing hot with annoyance, he moved his cranial cavity, not for fear that she would land a well placed shot to it; though if she had, he would have given it to her, she couldn't land a shot like that even if she tried. A smirk coated his maw, a chuckle passed them next, "Oh dear, where are my manners." The tone was sarcastic and mocking, letting the lyrics that bore his name flow next. "My name is Leo's Scar, most call me Scar." He spoke his name with pride, though his sire had very little respect or pride for him and his ways. His father would have been turning under that mound of dirt, his old herd had persisted to put over him, if he could have seen the "awful" things Scar had done to his precious herd; the thought of his father's reaction filling his heart with joy that he had in fact done what was right. Leo had always been too easy on those useless old bags of bones and flesh, they contributed nothing, only used to pick the lands clean of all nourishment and to drop futile foals; most not even making it past the ripe age of one once Scar had taken over. The way he saw it, his father wanted him to run the herd the way he had, or else he wouldn't have left that morsel of land for him; right? "Yes mare I am aware it is a forest, but the land is rank with the scents of mares and stallion, telling me that most come here to find a mate." She enjoyed being difficult he noted, enjoying the bickering a little himself. When she ambled off Scar fought the urge to yell at or go after her, that was her game; it's what she wanted him to do. Keeping his head lower to nibble at the tasteless grass. She'd return, at least for her healths sake she'd better, Scar was being easy going for now, but if too many buttons were pushed by this mare; there would be hell to pay. Receivers pivoted forward, listening as the mare approached water, he couldn't see her in the dark but his other senses knew about where she was. Not far off, Scar tip toed closer to the watering hole but didn't go up to the mare, the grasses were tastier here since they had a water source close by. Scar waited to see if she returned, if not, the hunt would be on. [/center]


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torso meandered ever nearer to the water; the trees soon subsided and she entered the clearing. moonlight reflected off the surface and made the h2o quite easy to identify. twin towers noted that the beast was grazing nearby, but other than that no real reaction by herself. he was a grown man and could do as he well pleased. as was she; well, except for the man part. she was quite female. scythes brought frame to the water's edge, and labrums and innards were finally quenched. the water was cold, and so bit at stomach; but the already present grasses made the blow a little less harsh. maybe this winter she should go hang out around a beach? Boudicca had never been fond of this season and the way the piercing white blanketed the earth.

of course, she realized why he followed so intently. the beast wanted her as a member of his herd, or whatever he had going on. as much as she enjoyed this banter they had going on, she was a female at heart. there was a difference between standing your ground as a man and just plain being rude and start to irritate her. it'd be a cold day in hell before she followed him to wherever he may lead. if he treated strangers like this outside his home, one can only imagine how they'd be treated within his borders. now, if he wanted to go do something interesting like swimming or climbing, she may tag along just to exchange some more of this interesting conversation. but follow him directly? no, she'd meet him there. time had made her weary of strangers, albeit the reasons were many. some were idiots. some were clueless. some were pushovers. some were liars. Boudicca couldn't quite place this one. but she was not going to play some 'catch me if you can' typical mare game. she contemplated grazing some more or venturing off and exploring more unknown realms, or finding another to converse with. she didn't know what he was smelling; the stench of horse was not strong in these parts and it had been quite some time since she had even seen another beside himself.

lips were licked clean and poll was raised to its' full height. she refused to look at him, for she could feel his eyes on her; trying to decipher her next move. nope, she'd let the ball be in his court this once. if he wanted to make something happen - something smart, that is, she left a window of opportunity open. otherwise, she would take the door out and go find something to entertain herself with. silhouette was hard to spot in the darkness; all black horses possessed that skill. not that she tried to hide; she never had a need to in her life. 'twasn't in her nature. but golden eyes and alabaster markings were the tell-tale signs that she was still quite alive, in every essence of the word

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Scars tell the best stories...

Leo's Scar
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ecoming rather bored from the lack of interaction, Scar took determined strides toward the mare, passing her and letting his mouth land on the top of the agua; the frigid water assualting his esophagus on it's way down. Frame held steady as the burn nestled in his belly, kissers continuing to allow h2o in, his thirst finally satisfied. Boa lifting his neat profile, charcoal pools stared in the direction of his terra, wondering just how he'd get her back there. It would be warmer there, as his body temperature started to drop slightly lower, and the ocean would be a comfortable climate. "Well Miss. Boudicca, if you care to join me I'll be at my home in the coastal deserts, swimming most likely as it will be plenty warm for that there." Neck craning his crania in her direction, a welcoming smile on her maw. "Should I be expecting company?" He doubted she's tag along, but she'd know just where to find him once she arrived in the Coastal Deserts, the place wore his manly musk. Body tensed as a chilled updraft brushed passed his body, a quiet curse passing velvet lips, "I'm going to get out of this blasted cold. Head due west from here, you'll easily find my land if you wish to Boudicca." A nimble trot burst from his braces, carrying him slowly away from the mare, he wasn't giving up he was setting out the bait; she'd probably know it but it was worth a go. Most nothing else was going to work on this mare, but he knew he'd find more and quickly, if she didn't tag along. [/center]


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lol so did he leave? >.<

I was thinking of posting her in the Oasis. It's surely closer to his home and maybe they meet up again?

I mainly can't have her get 'tricked' or 'captured' because her daddy dearest would get most angry XD and I don't like bringing him in on her threads lol. So maybe eventually she'll just eventually follow him to his abode and be amused at him trying to boss her around? I don't know, just brainstorming here P:

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OOC- I could post him in the Oasis looking for mares and you could reply, that would please him =) And your idea could work, maybe he'll fall in love with her, and be kind and gentle and a little bit bossy with her. He'll have other mares that he treats like he did in his last herd, but Boudicca could be special to him.

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Alrighty! That would work since she's already planning on heading to the beach but never said so - then tada look whose already there! And daww the idea of Scar falling in love sounds so sweet lol