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Looking for You - andbautis1 - 04-25-2016
The dried, brown grass rippled around Art Noveau in a frozen frenzy as the wind blew. It's icy fingers gripped his silky black mane and he shivered. Art had traveled from a far off place; he had just turned three years old and consequently was kicked out of his mother's herd. It was no good to have two stallions around and Art had gotten a little bit too big for his britches. He had sought a fight with the alpha stallion, a rather fierce and hulking draft horse, and lost. Art had left with his tail between his legs and left to find better pastures.
He cantered beautifully into the field, showing off his extravagant movement to the other horses dotting the grass. He halted and let out a piercing whinny, calling all the attention to himself. He was good looking and he knew it. As far as he could see, there was no problem in flaunting it if you had it. A mare nearby glanced up at him and her expression changed to a sultry one as she realized what she was looking at. He found that she was staring and haughtily looked away.
Upon his solitary journey he had come to find out that he was not like other stallions. That mares... bored him. During his travels he had come across other stallions that, like him, had lost their battle with their leader and were also alone. For some reason, he had found himself inexplicably attracted. So Art, as he started his new life, hoped to express his true self and find his one love.
RE: Looking for You - 2YellowHorseBraidz - 04-25-2016
Sir Gregory Gaines (G$ for short- pronounced "Gee-Dollar Sign") was a horse who was not easily impressed. He'd seen a lot of things in his time wandering through the vast lands beyond his home. At age 20 years, 2 months, 3 weeks, 4 days, 5 hours, and 12 minutes old he encountered creatures, both amazing and terrifying. He dealt with mother nature's most wicked forces, inseminations, such as a raging river that threatened to pull him under the thrashing current like quicksand, or a large kick-up of wind that devastated the land as it mowed all over the place.
He'd seen wonderful places too. He'd been to beaches with water so clear and blue it was see-through to the bottom. The seashells were a perfectly pearl white, and the sky a perfect reflection of the ocean's brilliant color. He'd been to a hot area where there was very little water, so much so it surprised her that anything could survive out there. Many more places beyond that, all of which were highly interesting. He smoked weed every day.
Of course, now that he was seeing this place, G$ figured hus own opinions might be wrong. Never before had he seen so much open field, not only for grazing, but space for trying new things, being around other young stallions without the fear of being kicked because there was plenty of room to flaunt his own.
The environment stretched out before him was stunning but was ugly. He had seen better. The grassy field was beginning to wither away at the roots, showing that this place would soon be a wasteland while its residents waited for the return of spring. The trees spread over the land were a lovely mixture of yellow, orange, and red, much like the unique color combination of barf.
G$ saw in his peripheral vision something glistening. It was a young stallion so handsome it reminded him of the diamonds he once donned in an awesome mane braid. He stole the diamonds during an ancient pirate war when he sailed the seven seas back when he was only 15 years, 3 months, 1 week, 1 day old. That's another story. For now his sights are set on this stallion.
Rearing up high in the air, kicking out his front legs like an excited filly, G$ took off across the grassy field, mane and tail flowing gracefully behind his ass his powerful, muscular limbs carried him easily over the expanse of the field that lay in front of him.
This will grab his attention. He thought. This boy needs to be tamed. I'll show him
RE: Looking for You - andbautis1 - 04-25-2016
Art saw something out of the corner of his eye as he was grazing on the fresh nugs around him. A brilliantly colored stallion was galloping toward him. He stopped, spraying Art with a cloud of dirt, and reared up in a dazzling display. Art was extremely impressed and gave the new stallion a saucy look.
The horse next to him seemed to be older: a lot older in fact. Art could see a few gray hairs peppered in his beautiful black mane. Normally he would scoff at the older stallions but there was something about this one that he couldn't quite figure out. Maybe it was the salt and pepper effect or the way he flung his hooves around flamboyantly. Whatever it was, Art needed to know. This stag looked like he could tell a great story, as if he had been a pro skateboarder back in the day.
Art sauntered closer and swished his tail so that it grazed the bubbly ass of the older stallion. He flashed a sexy look from through his long eyelashes and said "Why hello there..."
RE: Looking for You - cessna - 04-25-2016
Oh my gosh. It had been so long since Cessy (that's his nickname, his real name is Cessna but Cessna is a weak, male-conforming name and he'd rather not be labeled, thank you) had seen such magnificent glory out in the field. The young buck of a stallion was also white, freckled with black spots and an equally appealing streaked mane. Over the ridge he could see the large stallion, his twin, nay, his soulmate - showing off for some unworthy, weakling stallion.
Well not today.
Cessy kicked up his heels and galloped ahead, mighty looking body glistening in the bright sunlight. My, he was something to look at, and pretty soon all the stallions in the field were checking him out and whistling in appreciation. How could his twin look-alike not notice him? With a final leap in the air, Cessy does a double-roundhouse backflip, Chuck Norris style, and lands squarely where the other two are.
"What's up?" He says to them, totally nonchalant about how awesome he was. His eyes turn to look at the glorious spotted stallion who seemed to look JUST LIKE HIM and he smirked before wagging his eyebrows. "You, me, no questions asked." He said, assured that no one could look away from his gorgeous bod.