04-27-2017, 08:16 PM
ORION'S BELT
Old man winter's bite was nipping at the heels of autumn. Waiting to unleash its fury upon the lands of Beqanna. As the foilage dried and trees turned bare, the first signs of what was to come. He had prepared the best he could. His coat thickened and weight gained. Hopefully the coastal land of which he resided offered some shelter from what lie ahead in the coming months...
As he stood before the mare awaiting her acknowledgment of him he viewed her sleek form. Not being too large nor too small she seemed a suitable fit for life in Nerine. More so even at the events that unfolded before him. A smallish spotted mare slid quickly past him. Offering a nod of a greeting, which he returns, then onto boldly approaching the other and questioning her. Content on listening to what was said and the others reaction. It wasn't much longer when another arrived. Sky blue eyes watched as another stallion came stalking up from behind her. Once forward ears pressed firmly to his skull as his head raised. He watched the mares reaction to the spotted stallions advance. Tensions rising as the gathering was becoming a crowd. Nares flared as he motioned to step forward but halted as she began to speak. Her name simple, but her words full of strength. A simple life would not satisfy her. A grin pulled at his pale lips. He did not offer a simple life...
He saw his moment, his opportunity. His gaze slid to the purple-spotted stallion as a step was now taken toward the speckled cream mare. Large head tucked to his deep chest as he moved with purpose. Heavy frame caused imprints in even the dried packed dirt that a many had traveled upon. He placed himself beside the spotted mare but a step ahead. Not giving her a glance. His focus slipping from the other stallion to the one he seeked to entertain. His voice was deep and rough naturally. This time he did not try to soften it as he purposed an offer, "If ye wish to be apart of a great kingdom join us in Nerine. Ruled by our Queen Nayl, protected by those who have proven their worth. 'Tis not a land for thy meek." Blue eyes held her own gaze, waiting for any signs of interest. Surely if he misread her and she wished for simplicity he would turn and leave without hesitation. Nerine was far from simple and only the strong would survive...
As he stood before the mare awaiting her acknowledgment of him he viewed her sleek form. Not being too large nor too small she seemed a suitable fit for life in Nerine. More so even at the events that unfolded before him. A smallish spotted mare slid quickly past him. Offering a nod of a greeting, which he returns, then onto boldly approaching the other and questioning her. Content on listening to what was said and the others reaction. It wasn't much longer when another arrived. Sky blue eyes watched as another stallion came stalking up from behind her. Once forward ears pressed firmly to his skull as his head raised. He watched the mares reaction to the spotted stallions advance. Tensions rising as the gathering was becoming a crowd. Nares flared as he motioned to step forward but halted as she began to speak. Her name simple, but her words full of strength. A simple life would not satisfy her. A grin pulled at his pale lips. He did not offer a simple life...
He saw his moment, his opportunity. His gaze slid to the purple-spotted stallion as a step was now taken toward the speckled cream mare. Large head tucked to his deep chest as he moved with purpose. Heavy frame caused imprints in even the dried packed dirt that a many had traveled upon. He placed himself beside the spotted mare but a step ahead. Not giving her a glance. His focus slipping from the other stallion to the one he seeked to entertain. His voice was deep and rough naturally. This time he did not try to soften it as he purposed an offer, "If ye wish to be apart of a great kingdom join us in Nerine. Ruled by our Queen Nayl, protected by those who have proven their worth. 'Tis not a land for thy meek." Blue eyes held her own gaze, waiting for any signs of interest. Surely if he misread her and she wished for simplicity he would turn and leave without hesitation. Nerine was far from simple and only the strong would survive...
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