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It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood (ANY) - Tashi - 05-18-2016

Sometimes she feels like feather; one that is carried along on a lofty and unpredictable breeze that drifts from place to place wherever the universe wills. For some time she had been a flighty little feather and she’d twirled around on a violent breeze in and out of various groups of other equines; and for a little time she had been a content little feather, at a standstill and nestled within whatever land or herd she found herself in.

The wind had stilled, for a little while.

But autumn was here again, and just as the vivid colors of the season intensified, so had her desire to fly. The wind stirred again.  She felt it awaken with the change of seasons; a small twinge within her, that grew quickly like a wildfire. She’d paced for hours along a creek side hoping to quell it, but she couldn’t. Denying the wanderlust within her soul was an impossible feat, like denying the very air she breathed.

So she let the cool breeze take her away.

The field is new to her but familiar still the same – nothing appeared entirely out of the ordinary.  She knew the brilliant fall colors that painted the trees and shrubs (reds, oranges, and yellows) and the smells of it too (flowers like the clumps of wild aster and damp, rain-soaked eath). She knows how the tall yellowing, grass hugs the curves of her slender body, and the feel of it beneath her rounded, heart-shaped hooves. But the skies are blue, and the air is fresh, not at all stifling.

Another cool breeze lifts off the field and wraps around the tawny dappled mare, twirling her lengthy black tresses in an almost caress against her.  The breeze smelled of dry foliage and curing grasses, and the Lusitano mare inhales deeply. For a moment she forgets how lost she is in the world; a stray feather drifting from place to place, a girl with no-name and no past. For a moment she forgets what it is to drift on the wind, and for a moment beneath the vaguely warm autumn sun, Tashi just is.

That is until an unfamiliar voice reaches her delicate ears and her attention is drawn unwillingly away from the simple joy of autumn and to the equines dotting the expansive field before her. The whinnying call had not been directed to her she did not think, but to another somewhere across the field.  Still it captured her interest and curiosity, as she steps forward with and airy and floating stride, fluted ears and bright eyes trained intently in the direction of the unknown caller.  Who were they? Why were they calling? It was a trivial matter, but puzzling all the same.

After just a moment, the Spanish-bred mare releases a breath and halts, now further out into the field than she’d realized.  Her ears twist and flick as she seems to lose interest in seeking out the other equine and she turns her attention the field immediately surrounding her, deep brown eyes wide as she glances keenly around and lets out a short, whinnying call of her own, calling for company.

RE: It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood (ANY) - Naga - 05-19-2016

The warm summer that was ever so loved had finally ebbed way to the orange hued season of Autumn. The leaves now turning color, the land slowly dying, making way for the frosty hold of winter.

Ah, her least favorite seasons.

The black Amazon woman had her dislike for the colder seasons, due to her being a rainforest dwelling creature. It was warm and comfortingly humid in her home all year round, it could be seen during these months , when other horses were developing a nice thick coat, her coat stayed the same short, sleek, and black. Luckily the panther shifter found that her feline form was much more forgiving when it came to dealing with the colder seasons for some reason.

The sun was setting, making more of the orange and reds of the land seem more intense, she had to admit, it was quite a sight, much more of a spectacle for her. Though this time of year was also the most dangerous.

Breeding season...

Naga hated coming to the field this time of year, but of course, she needed to. Our dark girl keeps her guard up as she roams the dying grasses of the field, making sure no sex driven stallions tried to take her by force. Though she was a force herself, she knew if she had to she could easily ward any stallion off with the change of her form and the flash of her claws. She scanned the mass of land carefully, watching the mares in heat and the cocky stallions strutting about, the smell of estrogen was heavy.. Naga's nostrils pulled back, she sneered. She hoped she would at least find one mare not being courted.

Alas, as she strode along, her compact body a dark silhouette in this world of color, a call reached her ears.

Her head shot up, dark tiny pointed ears swiveling to and fro, trying to establish where the call was coming from. Soon, she realized it was out further in the field. She picked up her pace. This was no place for a lone mare this time of year...unless she wanted a foal. The feminist diplomat's green eyes searched, and soon her gaze fell upon a golden mare, dipped in ebony. She looked strong yet delicate. A great candidate for the kingdom.

Naga found her way to the gold woman, she whinnied softly and reassuringly to her. Her deep sultry voice aimed toward the mare, words danced from her dark velveteen lips.

"Good evening. Quite a scene isn't it. Autumn is a very interesting season here. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Naga, diplomat of the Amazon jungle. Might I ask for your name, golden one?"

She is sincere, yet formal, trying to mature a little more. Going on eight now, she is trying her hardest to be a good example for her twin children, of whom are back in the Jungle, doing their own thing.. She hopes this mare would maybe come back with her, especially since this was no time to be in the presence of stallions, unless they were mature enough to contain their sexual urges. Naga was never a fan of stallions, the one she loved left her and their two beautiful twin daughters out of nowhere, so now she has come to resent them...though that was not important right now. Right now she had to focus on her goal. A successful recruit.

naga

the jungle panther of atrox and shadowmere



RE: It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood (ANY) - Archam - 05-23-2016

Archam





It was that time of the year again, his mares pregnant carrying his foals and he was ready to expand his herd. Many of his mares disappeared, leaving Beqanna perhaps forever, and he was ready to have his herd grow again. He stood in the field and gazed around, the leaves began to change to a yellow color and the flowers stayed bloomed. Although everything would soon die as winter was upon them, and the equines would stay within there herd/kingdom until the snow melted. Winter surely brought upon a lack of new conversations as all the mares stayed within there homes newly pregnant, and the stags guarded all there mares.

He was expecting two foals this season and hopeful to expand to more foals next season, as well as gain a new friend for the herd. As his head scanned the horizon with plenty of horses, still cooing over each other he stopped at the sight of a beautiful buckskin mare. He was instantly interested, noticing the second mare with an ebony pelt. He was curious to which one did not belong a kingdom yet, as he was sure one was out recruiting. He gave a shrug and bounded over to the two horses allowing a whinny to escape him, he stood a respectful distance between the two when neared.

He dipped his head in respect Hello Ladies, my name is Archam he spoke introducing himself. He easily picked up the smell of the amazon on the black mare, in fact her scent was still lingering in the Falls from a visit she made, that he missed. Curious to how far in there conversation they were, hopeful that the buckskin did not agree to join the amazon May I ask your names? he gave a small smile.


Lead Stallion of Cobblestone Creek


RE: It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood (ANY) - Tashi - 06-01-2016

Perhaps the season was what would explain Tashi’s burning interest and curiosity after the distant and still unknown caller that she’d heard earlier.  It was after all part of the experience for those of the female gender to feel a certain hormonal drive and instinct to pair with a capable, strong male this time of year.  And being a mare whom had never before paired with a stallion and bore a foal, well, that certainly did not help matters none.  She was a curious mare by nature and could not help but wonder what it'd be like if she did encounter a stallion who took an interest in her.

But that was something that the world did not seem to have planned for her just yet as the weather hinted at the approaching winter.  Tashi could not say that she was disappointed to hear a feminine voice reply to her call, because really she did not even know who or what she truly called for.  She only knew that she called for a friendly face, a companion, and possibly even a friend.

As ebony-tipped ears flick keenly upon her crown on thick locks, the Lusitano's attention swept over the brown grasses of the field.  The individual that approached her was the color of pitch - a color that in perhaps an hour or so would allow the mare disappear with frightening ease when the setting sun dipped beyond the horizon line.  Tashi, however, showed no sign whatsoever of being intimidated by this stranger and in fact was quite visibly intrigued by the lady and her friendly greeting.

"Evening... and it is!" The buckskin mare smiled, youthful voice earnest and warm chocolate eyes bright as she flicks her attention to the colorful autumn scenery at the black's reference.  It is only a few seconds before her focus returns to the mare again, ears flicking momentarily at her introduction and gaze widening slightly in surprise.  "That sounds like quite a herd to have their very own 'Diplomat'."  A bemused expression crossed the mare's dark-pointed face, aware that she likely sounded entirely naive on the subject, which in truth, she was.  "My name is Tashi."  She dipped her head in a light and acknowledging nod, maintaining the common courtesy of manners.

The approaching hoofbeats of another interrupted at that moment and Tashi raised her head abruptly, ears pressed forward with interest.  She half expected another mare - perhaps another lone female like herself or perhaps even a friend of Naga's.  Upon seeing the taller and muscular figure, the buckskin mare's surprise was clear as she did a quick double-take as if to make sure her eyes were not misleading her.  "Hi there."  She responded, a touch quieter than before and with a almost apprehensive smile.  Shifting her weight absently without thinking, the spanish-bred mare let her gaze trail appreciatively over the bay roan's figure and fleetingly met his gaze when he asked for their names.  "Tashi."  She returned a small, sheepish smile, sensing that the majority of the stallion's attention seemed to be resting on her.



(OOC: Sooo sorry for the delay, guys!  The holiday week/weekend really messed up my schedule!)