Beqanna - Mourning Mountains

Sweet Candy Pink {Waylan-Any}

Wed, 25 May 2016 23:54:56 +0000

Think sweets, think pink, think me!

As soon as she calls out, he lets her know of his presence. A presence so menacing that she was quivering at just the mere thought. She missed Zayn, missed him with every part of her being. Yet he was not there, and as for him looking out for her. She is sure that, that was not the case. Not in the slightest, especially after the fairies had stolen her away, made her fall in love with a man so similar to him that even now the pain of being rejected still stung in her chest. Zayn was a jealous man, and since she had fornicated with another since his passing there was no reason for her to believe that he would protect her. No she deserved the punishment he would send. She is almost certain that it is through this stag bleeding on her withers. But that in itself was confusing. Zayn knew just how much she enjoyed the bruising love he showed her. why would he reward her? no there had to be a catch.
She lowers her head respectfully her eyes rest at his feet. When he offers her a choice her heart lurches, but then again it wasn’t really a choice now was it? She dares to look up for a moment, only to see another stag there. If she was shaking before, now she is sure that even the stallion in the distance could hear her knocking knees. She was surprised by how possessive this colt is of her. She was quite perplexed by this turn of events. She was sure that there was no room for a useless mare amongst his group. I’m sorry She whispers the words, her voice quivering with her muscles. He tells her to turn around and go back. Yet there is still a part of her, no matter how little and buried it was, still it is hoping for escape. Not from him, not from Zayn, but from herself. One last look and her hope dies out, this man had watched as the bloody stag bruised her. She is useless.
With a sigh she treads through the snow back to towards the path that she had taken to get here. Her head still hung, but when she reaches the border she turns to see him unsure if it was just the burn of his bite or if he still had his teeth there securing her in his grasp. She is silent on the way back. But when they arrive at the borders, she speaks up timidly, hoping he would understand her confusion. I didn’t mean to upset you, nor run away. I thought that I was of no use to you, and was disposing of myself rather than burdening you. It won’t be happening again I assure you. In the moment all she wants is a comforting shoulder to rest against. Part of her hoping that his soft tones were an indication of what could the start of a friendship or something between the two of them. She could only hope that he took after Zayn and would look upon her with kindness as his father had.

Nixie

Breeding Season (Mares In)

Thu, 12 May 2016 15:12:39 +0000

Waylan
Stallion
Becca x Zayn
Rocky Mountain Horse Hybrid
Dark Chocolate with Silver Dapples
Invisibility
tegteg[INVISIBILITY]

Have fun ladies if you do intend to breed with him please make a little post for him in the herd... He'd like to get to know his girls.

becca, dahling

Tue, 10 May 2016 22:10:51 +0000

Derp derp derp, over the hills he goes. He moves steady in the humid heat, noting the sudden breeze that comes into play once he crosses over the border into the Mountains. He knows his neighbor fairly well. First and only ally – it pays to be a bachelor buddy sometimes. And now Chem is here to collect on the first half of a delightful little arrangement they worked out long ago. Chem will take a mare now and in return he will give one back sometime down the road, presumably a daughter or grand daughter.

“Uhm..” He steps into the mid-day sunlight, the cicadas song reminding him just how warm it is in the full sun. Especially with that black coat. “Where are you you shit colored fucker?” he chuckles aloud as he spits out his joke, looking back and forth, snorting and giving out a loud whinny to echo across the vast mountains that serrate the landscape.

He was half excited and half scared about his blind gift. What if she's haggard and barren? What if she's insane or a half-wit? Diseased maybe? He begins to fret internally a wee bit.

chemdog

astra inclinant, sed non obligant.

@[Becca] @[Waylan]

Normal People Scare Me; ALL HERD

Wed, 04 May 2016 03:12:19 +0000

The dark chocolate stag strode through his herdland, he had yet to exactly meet his mares within his and and guessed it was about damn time to get to know them. Scaling up a rigid slope, the stallion eyed the view for a brief moment before considering the thought, he'll need recruit more mares and the fact that eventually he would have to breed. Thankfully he had already decided his mares would;d be free to go where they please. Might as well let them off their leashes?

Unlike his father Waylan wasn't going to play with his fathers whores, they could go where they pleased and of course leave if needed, not that they would want to of course. Lastly he wanted a name, not necessarily something that would scare his mares but, something that would be easy on the mouth and screamed protector of The Mourning Mountains Lineage. His Grandfather was the wolf, it was a menacing name mother used to speak of how equine in her past kingdom had been rescued from the menacing wolf. Then, it popped into his head. His gift his ability he could move as he pleased like a mist, No that's too lady like. Like a ghost. Thats it. A Ghost.

Cloaking himself Waylan stood on the cliff hailing the names of his mares,"Nixie, City....." and so on obviously his father had left a few. He stood quietly awaiting for them appear beneath him, waiting to view their expressions, fore their reaction when they appear in the presence of nothingness.Then flicking in sight would become a majestic build of a silver dappled stag flickering in and out of view. Once the few equine arrived he spoke, they were simple words but all he knew too well."As you all might know, my father, Zayn has been killed. From whom that I do not dare to name, but how; for the means of sacrifice to Carnage." He pauses for a moment,"We all cherished and loved my father dearly but, as you all know when an old king dies a young king shall arise." He chuckles softly, he wasn't even close to a king nor was his father but what the heck? Why not use formalities? "Zayn has passed me, Waylan his firstborn child gifted with invisibility to step up as the ruler of this land you call home. Now, you may call me Waylan but to all others outside of this herd you only speak of me as the Ghost." He licks his lips with satisfaction before continuing on,"You may leave and go as you may participate in kingdom affairs in the chamber, I honestly don't give a damn. You all belong to me, and loss of loyalty will not be acceptable and will of course result in death lovelys. Of course, there always is that one special mare of the bunch and I dare not speak what my father's special mare was but lets just say she has a bright pigmented coat." He chuckles glancing down at Nixie, he knew she was the only one his father loved, and truthfully he wondered why.

"Any questions ladies?" he ends quietly and mischievously expecting the group to speak and answer him.

WAYLAN

-NORMAL PEOPLE SCARE ME-

@[Nixie] @[City] @[Flamboyance]

HERD ACTIVITY CHECK

Mon, 25 Apr 2016 22:20:27 +0000

The Herd Board will be updated! Zayn is dead and Waylan will now rule! All Mares in please reply by May 8th to still be apart of this herd, all those related to Waylan will be automatically kicked out of the herd.

Corroded>

Mon, 25 Apr 2016 21:25:14 +0000

@[Corroded Love] Zayn is dead, the territory is all Waylan's!

Normal People Scare Me; Flamboyance, Any

Sun, 24 Apr 2016 16:29:49 +0000

Out of mere boredom the young boy calls out to the bastard filly,"Flamboyance?" He snorts chuckling a moment, before concealing himself. Cloaked and hidden for the sight of any equine, all that remains of him is the shuffling of steps quite head can be heard to the silent ear. He leaps through the rocky terrain of his future herdland looking for the little brat that he was gifted. Might as well just dump her with his friend Violence, she'll have more fun with the little brat than anyone else. A little possession and necromancy of animal bones should do the trick to scare the little mutt but, Waylan wasn't so sure if his friend was welcomed to the herdland. So he decided to leave her be and do the dirty work himself.

He overtraced his fathers words, submission, Shy away, Tick, Experiment. He knew his grandfather had experimented with equine, doing horrible things. Why not try that? A devilish smiled spread across his lips, as he revealed his dark chocolate body, flickering in and out of sight."Where are you?" He chimed to the girl, knowing she was deaf it wouldn't be any help, but still why not call her name out to torment her in means of using her disability in his use.

Speaking of her disability, why not experiment and rip out her ears? Hmmm... It might be worth his time, he hummed a little tune as he prowled through the herdland searching for his prey.

WAYLAN

-NORMAL PEOPLE SCARE ME-

Keep In Mind(BIRTHING); Zayn

Mon, 04 Apr 2016 02:58:01 +0000

You Should Keep In Mind, There Is Nothing Better I Do Than Revenge.

There she lay, within her cave. Her son's wandering about and probably having a ball in fact. While she lay with little pains that surged up her spine, little did she know that they contractions instead of little petite kicks.

Soon Becca found herself cleaning up a black and white blotched little girl, the birth was quick and almost to easy infact, her little girl shortly after birth rose effortlessly with little flaw onto all fours.

She was such a delicate little thing, pressed with grace quite like her mother. Soon Becca found herself beside her strong child, her patchwork of spots were cleverly constructed. A perfect white little face, with multiple little spots upon her body. She was so perfect, it was like God had finally answered her prayers.

All of her children were perfect in their ways, except for her son's. Invisibility plagued her first son along with wretched red eyes, her other son Oli was possibly mentally retarted due to the fact that she had little payed attention to him, and she not mothered him properly.

Finally she had her own little piece of innocence, the girl gently suckled as Becca awaited for the stallion to enter the cave. To approve of the child she had bore for him. Her burgundy muzzle, nuzzled her perfect daughter. Whispering in a sweet soothing tone,"I won't let anything happen to you sweetie." she nuzzles her child multiple times. Awaiting for the male to enter and bombard them.

becca

image © nathan walker
@[Zayn]

i got the fire in my soul [everyone]

Thu, 24 Mar 2016 13:18:57 +0000

It took her some time to muster up the want to heed the call that the mountains were howling. After a while the wake of autumn fades and a newborn winter spreads her alabaster magic across Beqanna. When Zayn met the mare she had a sleek and shiny coat of speckled gray (and the bloody shoulder mark), now as she arrives she adorns a thick winter coat, which is still shiny in case you're wondering. She finds a hidden path that has not been used since the snowfall began, one winds through the valleys and into the mountain range where she knows Zayn resides. Her tracks are lonely among the shadows of a dim morning and soon they will be covered by the flakes of cotton fluff that are tumbling down to the ground from a slate gray sky.

She arrives in silence at first. Her bright eyes shifting from north to east, and then west to south. She can smell the mares, she can smell him, but her dull vision is blocked by the veil of falling snow. She sends out a whinny, a bold and deep whinny, calling them all to her.

Summoning her new... family.

city

in the bleak midwinter

Little lies and butterflies; Zayn, any

Tue, 15 Mar 2016 23:56:29 +0000

Flamboyance blinked as she stepped out of the cave, and into the sunlight. Her mother, Raincloud, had never let her out of the cave in which she was born, because Raincloud never let her out. She had done this, not out of motherly love, but out of self-preservation. She knew that if Zayn saw Flamboyance's amber eyes, her appaloosa blanket, then she would be punished for breeding with Flamboyance's father, Below. But Flamboyance didn't know that. She only knew that her mother was keeping her from an amazing adventure; outside. She was currently playing with her new friend, the blue butterfly. She laughed and trotted along, having the most fun she ever had.

OOC: Sorry for taking so long. I think that Zayn should squish the butterfly so she hates him.

breeding season (mares in)

Tue, 15 Mar 2016 06:59:59 +0000

Breeding season is almost upon us again!

Zayn would probably encourage his ladies to have children, but I perfectly understand if you have too many characters on the go. He's already had children from all of them anyway, so he's likely to be a little more lenient too. Also, I would rather not play any of his children this season, as that is my current problem (too many characters on the go I mean, haha). If you want them to do the deed, but don't want a kid to play, I am also fine with people requesting stillborns. If you like, we could even plot so that perhaps Zayn (or even your mare) causes the stillborn intentionally.

Here are his stats if anyone is interested!

zayn
gryffen x fiasko
abstang hybrid stallion
palomino sabino (ee/aa/nCr/nSb)
red eyes

cotton candy BIRTHING {ZAYN/ANY}

Tue, 08 Mar 2016 01:19:16 +0000

Think sweets, think pink, think me!

Head bobs as lids flutter shut heavy from the droning of crickets. Echos of heated encounters could be heard in the back of the cave. Whispers of the claiming tainted the air. She was his now, bruises from his loving touches. Swelling of her barrel showed his possession of her. A flicker of something in her chest alerts her to the pleasure it had held for her.

He wasn't gentle with his lovings, but he was beautiful. He was warm, he was security, he was an anchor in her world of shame. He loved her coloring, he didn't see her as ugly. She didn't see any disgust in his red eyes. The agitation in his voice spoke of something darker that lurked inside of him. Against all better judgement she wanted to know what it was. Then she is bitten Did I speak out of turn Zayn? She had inquired of him. She didn't believe that he would do any such thing out of turn. She must have caused it.

Her muscles contort with pain. They writhe and buckle uder the bone searing heat that traveled up her joints. Everything was being pulled apart. She thought her body was going to be nothing but peices on the cave floor. Then its over.

It was a little bundle of pink and blonde. Her eyes, the creature at her feet had her eyes. But Zayns coat. It was beautiful a mix of them meshed together to create something beautiful. This was the sign of their belonging together. It was a colt, she licks it clean, each stroke full of love and pleasure. Zayn would be proud. She hoped to see him soon, ears flicking to the opening of the cave.

The pink mare nudged the boy to his hooves, nuzling him into her life giving nutrition. Prancing in place a little, her soreness didn't matter in the place of seeing Zayns response to their son for the first time. What should we name him? her teeth glinting in the weak light of peaking sun. She was a proud mama and her smile spoke of that.

Nixie

You Should Keep In Mind(Birthing); Zayn,Oli,Any

Fri, 04 Mar 2016 22:46:11 +0000

You Should Keep In Mind, There Is Nothing Better I Do Than Revenge.

The contraction began within the night, she was fast asleep when she felt them. Violent little kids quite like Waylan, she already knew that she had been expecting a little boy it was quite obvious when the kicks were harsh and painful unlike how her first child was like.

Instincts took over, as she lay on her side upon the stone floor of the cave. She cringed at each painful kick, causing her body to tremble with each coming contraction being worse and worse. Soon her urge to get the child out was mere panic, it had been about four hours now and the child hadn't been born.

That's when she knew something was wrong, ever so wrong. "Zayn...." her vocals trailed off as she croaked his name in the slightest hint of despair. Beads of sweat dripped down her swollen belly as she continued to follow through with instinct until it took every bit of her strength, only to find the child by her rump.

She lay there quietly her sides heaving, as she slowly lifted herself up. Her legs tucked under her body, she had little strength to even move herself even close to the child. In little triumph the dark chocolate mare shifted her body so she was facing the damp child, his legs sprawled about and ebony and white coat visible. He was a sabaino like his father of course, no red eyes for what she could tell the boy was ordinary thankfully.

Gently grooming his coat she awaited for the pale mane to show himself, for his beady red eyes to examine the child.

becca

Sundays are my Suicide Days - BIRTHING [Zayn]

Thu, 03 Mar 2016 07:01:57 +0000

Kodaline

Sundays are my suicide days

The contractions that ravaged her came every few minutes and gave her no mercy. She had been drinking from a creek not too far from the cave Zayn had presented her when they came, and hadn’t been expecting labor for another few weeks. At first they were only mild annoyances that made her grit her teeth and toss her head, but with each passing contraction the pain grew. And so she began to pick at the sparse vegetation that grew to try and take her mind off the pain. Her belly had swelled to twice the size of some of the other mares she had seen going about their day. During her pregnancy she had not put much thought into it, but now that it was nearing time to birth the youngster she was worried about the size of the foal that would be exiting her womb. Another contraction wracks her body and she decides that it would be best to head back to her cave with the view.

By the time she reaches the cavern entrance her legs are shaking and she is weak from the labor that has begun. The contractions are seemingly endless even as she lies down in a somewhat comfortable position on the loose fluffy dirt floor of the cave. A thin sheen of sweat covers her body and she heaves with every cramp that rattles her. Unknowing to her, her water had broken on the trek to her cave and the time to begin pushing now arrives.

For her first foal, the birth was surprisingly easy. With a few hard pushes the sun kissed colt was on the ground and collecting dirt on his wet golden fur. Koda is surprised at the size of the colt; she had expected him to be the size of a draft horse with the way her stomach had grown. She stares at her son in confusion when another contraction catches her off guard. The innocent maiden had not even thought of the possibility of twins, and so she grows anxious at the prospect of birthing a second foal.

Yet the filly she births is smaller than her brother, and so she comes even easier.
Kodaline take a moment to clean her children before really looking at them for the first time. They are both roans like their mother and sabinos like their father. Her firstborn, the colt, is the bigger of the two and has a thicker appearance than his delicate looking sister. When she looks back at her son, she notes how much he looks like Zayn with his golden sabino coat and blood red eyes. A smile touches her lips as she stands up and begins to encourage her kin to do the same. If luck would have it, it would not be long before Zayn made his appearance; and in the meantime the blue mare would ponder their names.

Mother to Freyr and Ferox (x.Zayn)

I'm an ugly mess; Raincloud

Wed, 24 Feb 2016 20:07:39 +0000

It's been quite a while since he last saw Raincloud. He's been giving her space since giving birth to their son, giving her time to recover and help their son grow. But, he is anxious to see her again (it is breeding season after all), and to see how their son has grown. He stands near her cave and lets out a low call, hoping that she will hear and be out soon.