"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
08-08-2016, 09:20 PM (This post was last modified: 08-08-2016, 09:20 PM by Zelena.)
The green mare plodded into the field, she has been in and out of the beqanna lands, she has birthed far more foals than she likes to admit. She scanned around the field, it was a bunch of young mares, barely older than four years of age. She gave a snort and rolled her eyes, the mare was at least three times as old as them, finally after all these years perhaps it was time to settle down and find a herd. She wasn't saying she would be controlled by any stallion, but have a place to call home, and someone to protect her should she ever need it. And honestly, she really enjoyed having foals, just the fun of conceiving, not as much as the raising part.
She was in the heart of the field now, her face matched the color of the surrounding pine trees and her body the same as the grass around them. She was certainly a unique one and pulled in a lot of attention, but attention isn't always good. She continued to take in her surroundings, watching the young stallions try to impress mares, trying to convince them to return with them. A gentle laugh parted her lips, she was a silly mare back when she was young and was easily seduced by the first stallion to give her attention. She was much wiser now, but a little companionship never hurt anyone. She gave a gentle sigh as a breeze blew past, lifting her dark black mane off her neck before gently laying it back in place. She lowered her neck to grab a mouthful of grass with hopes she could find the perfect suitor.
Zelena
I Call The Shots
@[Kristin]
OOC: Sorry sorta short and crappy but wanted to get something up!
Control; it is a thing that he lacks, he can no more control any of them than he can control the wind. They are as individual as the stars, and nearly as untouchable because he makes no effort to reach for them. He has long since given up on anything but the way his latest daughter looks at him (looks just like him in fact!), like he is the greatest thing on this earth and maybe for her, for right now, he is. Except he knows that he isn’t, the poison in his heart will be enough to drive even her away one day. For now, he leaves her sleeping in a private corner of the oasis he shares with the rest of the small herd he has somehow managed to accumulate. A strange thing that, him in possession of both land and mares, the natural currency of a stallion and as much as he wants to deny that it is simply a way of life for him, they are starting to get under his skin. None of them are close enough to pick apart the scar that is on his heart, but he has mellowed some.
Mandan did not realize that in the course of his wanderings, he had stumbled upon the field’s edge. He is taken aback by all the activity and snorts a little to himself, as he feels no reason to involve him the antics that go on. The stallion decides to take a much more direct route out of the field and back to his canyonlands, even as his dark eyes briefly scan the others gathering there for short stays of time. His gaze falls heavily upon a body that is black-haired and green-furred and his heart stirs in him, could it be? She had only left his side but a year ago, and it would make sense that his daughter would come here in search of her own life.
Despite his initial misgivings that it is Ceremony, the big bay stallion stalks her through the pine trees as she lowers her head to the grass. He is almost certain it is her, so much so, that he calls out her name softly - “Ceremony?” But a closer look reveals that the green is not right and is actually freckled, this is a roan! Not his big strapping green-bay daughter, and disappointment clouds the rough features of his face as he looks at her. “Sorry, you are not who I thought you were.” He is mumbling and downright rude, but do you think he cares? No, Mandan was fresh out of niceties ever since Ygritte stole his heart and spat all over it.
ooc: sorry no html but i made you wait so long for this piece of poop! lol
She was chomping away at the grass thats color matched her pelt when she heard the voice of another nearing her. Her head flicked up quickly to see the source of the one who called her 'Ceremony'. As she gazed the stallion had not only one, but two horns. She has seen plenty of unicorns, but not one who had horns similar to an antelope. Her eyes grew wide with amazement, he was certainly stunning to look at. She raised her head high in an attempt to maker herself look better, he apologized for mistaking her for someone else.
No, I'm not Ceremony she looked at him, and a gentle smile curled on her lips But my name is Zelena, and what can I call you? she stepped closer to the stallion who seemed to hold so many mysteries. She has been around Beqanna for quiet some years, how has has she never seen him around. He had the scent of many mares, and she could only imagine he had a herd of his own.
He realizes that he has interrupted her grazing, but he makes no apology for it - only for mistaking her from a distance for a daughter of his. She is lovely to look at; speckled green, like a bird’s egg though he has never seen one as green as she is. Her loveliness not dissimilar from that of his daughter’s but of an entirely different kind too, and he can see how her amazed eyes cannot keep from staring at him and he knows it is the two sharp tines that spiral up from his head that have made her look at him so. He is entirely too used to such looks to think much of them; they stare and stare and eventually, they realize he is nothing more than just a stallion with a pair of horns on his head, not altogether common but not all that unusual either.
“No, you are not her at all.”
Ceremony was his only daughter to take after him as far as size goes; she had little to no daintiness to her like Keeper and Berry did. She was a bold thing too, very brash with her mouth and he cannot help the way his own mouth crooks up in a little smile at thought of his sassy daughter.
The green roan mare steps closer, much closer than he anticipated her to and it is clear that she is quite taken with him. He cranes his neck towards her, nose close to her own as he inhales her scent then nips lightly at her muzzle. “Mandan,” is all that he answers her with before his nose makes a clear path across the green country of her neck, back further to her wither where he chomps down in a bite of claim. “Orange Country shall be your new home.” He doesn’t give her the option to contest that, giving her a nudge with his nose in the direction of his territory. It’s been entirely too quiet there, maybe she’ll spark some life in it.
He caught on to her gazing him over, surely he was used to such looks with such amazing horns. It wasn't long that they were in silence, he responded to her comment of Ceremony before falling quiet again. She gently flicked her tail every now and than to remove the insects that bit at her hind quarters. She was sure there conversation was over, but in an effort to continue it she stepped forward.
Apparently it was the correct move, the stallion seemed interested with her movement. He moved his neck, noses almost touching. She could feel his warm breath, a feeling she has had in some time, oh he was good, he pulled her in, wanting to know more. He nipped gently at her muzzle and she just allowed a shallow nicker to part her lips; he introduced himself as Mandan. A strong name for the strong stallion. She was about to speak but was distracted by the stallion who moved his head to trail across her neck, it sent tingles down her spine. The stallion stopped at her wither and he bit down on her, it wasn't hard in aggression yet more of a new stallion proudly selecting his first mare(surely Mandan was not new).
He in fact claimed her, Orange Country shall be your new home he says, a small smile grew on her maw, she had no objections. He nudged her and directed her to his lands, Well Mandan, Lead the way this time her nicker was louder, she playfully dipped her head before moving in the direction he suggested. She certainly never saw herself in a herd, but he seemed fun, and she was getting old.
Zelena
I Call The Shots
OOC: Not a problem! It was lovely:p You can post in the herd if you want?
