05-26-2015, 03:11 AM
She’s a skittish beast, he can tell that much.
The instant his hoofbeats thud through the thick grass, the mare is up and stumbling, scrambling to get a good look at him. He’s instantly glad that he had decided to take the charming approach - his appearance (17 hands of purest iron) can be alarming enough on its own. He actually needs to get the mare back to his herd before he can let his true personality show.
At least now he can get a better look at her. With her standing on her feet, he can get a better appreciation for her looks. She’s acceptably pretty - tall and white, with a powerful frame. Excellent for bearing his young, if it comes to that. Which remains to be seen - the mare is quite wary of him already. Pity.
He continues to lay on the polite persona however. Perhaps if he keeps it up long enough, she will warm up to him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Maira. And well, it depends upon which place you mean. This little territory we stand in is just called the Field. It’s where horses that do not have homes go to search for a home. The entire land we are in is called Beqanna however.” She must truly be a foreigner if she doesn’t even have an idea of the land itself. Hopefully that means she is all the more desperate for a place to stay. “As for myself, well, I’m trying to start a herd. But I need mares to start that herd!” He makes his smile brighten, and inserts a hopeful tone in his voice. “Would you at all be interested?”
He switches tact next. “What brings you to Beqanna? You must be from far away if you haven’t heard of it before!” Her caution makes him wonder if she’s running from something.
The instant his hoofbeats thud through the thick grass, the mare is up and stumbling, scrambling to get a good look at him. He’s instantly glad that he had decided to take the charming approach - his appearance (17 hands of purest iron) can be alarming enough on its own. He actually needs to get the mare back to his herd before he can let his true personality show.
At least now he can get a better look at her. With her standing on her feet, he can get a better appreciation for her looks. She’s acceptably pretty - tall and white, with a powerful frame. Excellent for bearing his young, if it comes to that. Which remains to be seen - the mare is quite wary of him already. Pity.
He continues to lay on the polite persona however. Perhaps if he keeps it up long enough, she will warm up to him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Maira. And well, it depends upon which place you mean. This little territory we stand in is just called the Field. It’s where horses that do not have homes go to search for a home. The entire land we are in is called Beqanna however.” She must truly be a foreigner if she doesn’t even have an idea of the land itself. Hopefully that means she is all the more desperate for a place to stay. “As for myself, well, I’m trying to start a herd. But I need mares to start that herd!” He makes his smile brighten, and inserts a hopeful tone in his voice. “Would you at all be interested?”
He switches tact next. “What brings you to Beqanna? You must be from far away if you haven’t heard of it before!” Her caution makes him wonder if she’s running from something.
K H A O S
iron son of carnage and oswyn
hell is empty and all the devils are here
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Hey! Welcome to Beqanna! Just so you know, the name Maira has already been used. If her name is actually spelled Maiara like you have on her joining post, feel free to just ignore this. xD