Beqanna - Gemstone Ridge

Spring Has Sprung (Njenyi)

Fri, 02 Sep 2016 04:34:44 +0000

Trechery had been looking round her new home after the introductions to the rest of the herd she wasn't to sure bout some of the mares and if they wanted to be friends but that didn't matter to her right now she was enjoying the herd land and looking it over.
Giving a snort she leaped into the air feeling a little spirited then the day she came to her new home. Dropping her head she made a circle and dropped to her side and proceded to roll enjoying the cool feeling it placed on her back and sides as she rolled side to side. "Ahh that feels good." She spoke to herself laying on her side for a few minutes she enjoyed the peacefulness of the land while it lasted for soon it would be filled with the sounds of foals and their worrysome mothers that babied them as they learned from day to day things.
Jumping up she sprinted off towards the cold liquid of the land reaching it she pawed at the waters edge, dropping her muzzle to water she took a drink. Lifting her muzzle from the water she looked around her giving a sigh she trotted off a distance no direction really just trotting around the land looking to avoid the moody new mothers.

(Not the best she's just wanting to be better friends with mister studly herd stallion lol)

Trechery

Blood Of Our Fathers

Forcing Two Into One -{Phaedrus Herd, Any,}

Fri, 02 Sep 2016 00:17:19 +0000

the words she knows the tune she hums

The Ebony mare remained silent, she followed in the middle of the herd ears pinned to her dome. She was betrayed by a stallion she loved, a stallion she foaled with, he promised to never leave her or let her be harmed. But as every stallion she met, he did not keep his word.

She gazed around her new 'home' if you could call it that. It was nice, it wasn't the Dale though, the Dale will always be her home, she would never allow another Kingdom to claim her. This stallion had plenty to prove, Zara was so broken and betrayed she would not come easy, she refused to be as willing as some of the mares. She would be strong for those who needed her, she left her blood daughter and adopted daughter in the Dale, she felt physically unable to continue.

She drooped her head as she looked about with emotional pain, the herd lands carried the scent of plenty of mares. Why did this stallion need more mares? He seemed to have just enough, why did he have to come to Phaedrus' herd, why not another stallions lands.

The questions ran through her mind, but the fact was, Phaedrus abandoned the herd, he was selfish and she was either to escape or adapt to her new life......with this stallion.

Zaravich

the tiny dancer

OOC: idk...thought id get sermfin up for the Phaedrus herd.

The best of the best; Njenyi, any

Thu, 01 Sep 2016 19:16:27 +0000

If I was you, I’d wanna be me too

The cliffs were what drew her to the ridge initially. The sudden drops and projecting stone meant good flying. Clary swooped across the boundary with wings spread. Each flap of the wing shoved air beneath her dainty frame. She flew with great elegance. After a simple twirl Clary landed. She had spotted multiple horses during her flight. Clearly there was a herd, and Clary wanted to momentarily join the ranks to simply show off her superior beauty.

The mare never experienced fear or shame. She never experienced anything but love and admiration. It was with her gift of empathic projection that Clary assured her place above everyone else. This land would be no different.

Clary

feeling sharing daughter of Carnage and Brinley

something old, something new {ANY/Njenyi}

Thu, 01 Sep 2016 16:11:27 +0000

damn all these beautiful girls
they only want to do your dirt
theyll have you suicidal
suicidal
when they say its over

Rustic

She looks for her sister, he twin, her true other half. They had been separated for a long time. She had followed her father around watching and learning all that she could. Now standing there quivering with shock she watches as the paths of her herd twist and turn, splitting off, creating new life, and changing her world forever. She watches as her sister runs off, she watches as her father disappears into the dark, she watches as the other set of twins make their way far from these plains. She just stands there and watches. For a moment she is torn, what to do what to say, who to follow. Part of her wishes to follow her sister, another part of her wishes to follow her father. Yet something reminds her of her mother. Nickering, seeking out the mare, Rustic finally finds her path. She would find her mother, she would take care of her, and help her settle into their new home.

Leaving the few that stayed, she couldn’t do it, they needed someone to stay with them, they needed something familiar in the face of this new twist in their lives. She looks to the new stallion as he busily begins to herd the remaining numbers towards his home. Rustic continued to call out for her mother, as much as she wanted to stay with her sister, she already had the feeling that they had grown too far apart to be anything more than “that’s my twin” to one another. Trying to renew a relationship between them just didn’t seem possible, their time together had been short, and no true connection had been formed before she had taken off to discover the world. Father hadn’t even been able to tell them apart, the fact that he said her sisters name struck a bitter cord within her. In a single moment jealousy and hate started to build within her, towards the stallion and towards her sister.

The first time he said one of their names, and it was Clarrise’s. She takes off through the brush and the trees, unsure of her mother’s location, ripping through the land until she arrives at the new herdland. Here she stops just short of the ledge, rocks tumble down the cliff echoing as they bounce off other rocks. She watches for a moment thinking of following them, but then something catches her eye and she cow hops in her surprise. One small hoof slips loosing more rocks to break and splinter their way down. She scrambles away from the edge her ears waffling to the sides and her head dropping to her knees.
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art by Selena Barnes on ArtStation

@[Njenyi]

New Arrival

Thu, 01 Sep 2016 06:35:58 +0000

Wild Hope arrived at Gemstone Ridge."My new home?"she snorted and started grazing.She liked the look of this place and she would like it even more in spring.All the little foals wouldn't be jumping about."Hello?"she was,puzzled why there was no one where there to greet her.

njenyi and any;

Thu, 01 Sep 2016 04:30:43 +0000

Uncle Boo has been absent; Catfish done gone and grown up in his absence.

The buckskin few-spot leopard mare climbs the cliffs because she can. Not because she knows better, but because she can. Oh sure, she smelled the stallion and his herd but she ignores them and trespasses anyway. She blames it on the sparklies in all the rocks around her. She can be heard saying, “Oh shiny!” more than once, as she moves between the gleaming cliffs. Catfish particularly likes the red ones, the blue ones, and the green ones. “Shine-e-e-e-y!” she can be heard exclaiming over one particular ruby-rich stone that dazzles the swamp-thing’s eyes. “My shiney,” she says, fawning over the red gem and still highly ignorant of the nearby stallion and his mares.

If only she had known he was stripey.

Except we all know that spots and stripes don’t mix…

It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah; any

Mon, 29 Aug 2016 19:34:56 +0000

no offense but my favorite hobby is staying hydrated and beautiful

Satire has been an extremely prolific stallion recently, with his progeny numbering in the actual digits, but for reasons he was never able to ascertain, the mares did not want to hang around and get married and form lasting relationships. It could have been his truly terrible conformation. Or his stories about the days of worshipping sand, or that time he declared himself king and absolutely no one listened. It could have been that his was part of some awful Beqanna-wide dare. It could have been because some people thought he was funny sometimes and wanted someone related to him in their closets – or wait, is that too meta?
We wouldn’t want that, no, not in a horse named ‘Satire’ written entirely in stream-of-consciousness and this lowkey sugar high.

Meta swept aside and under the rug to be swiftly forgotten (much like my first semester in grad school), here is Satire. Satire is black and white (onyx and ivory, if we indulge old roleplay dictionaries). And he is smiling, because this place looks like a great home, led by a rugged, handsome stallion and full of beautiful mares – basically, his favorite things ever.
(Satty is fluid in his sexuality, like the ocean. Also, he’s always wanted to be a housewife.)
He isn’t sure how he got here (mostly because I’m too tired to make up a reason), but he is, in all his queer glory (pun intended). He looks around and whinnies, and it’s really a bit shrill, and someone should stop him.
“Hey!” he says, to no one in particular, “this place is really radical.”
Because apparently Satty talks like a kid out of an 80s movie. Or whatever time period ‘radical’ was in as slang. Friendly reminder this is all stream of consciousness and, much like Donald Trump supporters (and the tiny-hnaded man himself) we don’t do crap like ‘research’ or ‘be factually correct.’

tl;dr: Satire is here!

trechery (and all herd)

Sun, 28 Aug 2016 18:28:50 +0000

Though the palomino mare had seemed somewhat aggravated, Njenyi is not concerned. She will relax once they’ve made it to the Ridge, he knows. It is a good herd land, with food to be found even in the dead of winter. The bunch of mares he has gathered are not the petty type that he’d feared, and he imagines that the palomino will find some company and friends among them.

“What’s your name?” He asks as they move toward the herd land. His expression is curious, even if his voice is rough and uneager. Njenyi has never quite mastered the art of conversation. He hadn’t needed to, not when he had grown up relying on his face and body language to communicate for him. Still, the horses of Beqanna do seem to enjoy talking, and he has managed to say a few words every now and again. He will never be the most verbose of stallions, but he is getting better.

They arrive just past noon, and the sun is shining off the shallow drifts of snow and making the gemlike stones in the cliff face sparkle brilliantly. It is nothing like the yellow grasses of home, but it is his. “Home,” He tells the palomino mare beside him. Then he raises his head, calling for the rest of the herd to come and meet their newest companion.

@[Trechery] @[Cryil] @[Ohio] @[Pot of Cream] @[Pot of Custard] @[Furrow]

winter - pot of cream (and others?)

Sun, 28 Aug 2016 18:23:24 +0000

The winter is growing long, but the high cliffs shield them from the truly deep snow. Still, Njenyi loathes this season more than he’d ever imagined he could. Spring cannot come soon enough.

His harem is growing, both in number and in width, and the striped stallion knows that with the spring will also come his children. He has a few on the savanna, but they are proper foals, black and white like their mothers (and his own). Perhaps these will be as wildly colorful as their dams – he will protect them regardless.

Pot of Cream has not had an easy time of her pregnancy, so the spotted horse begins to look for her one sunny winter afternoon. He whickers loudly, calling her, but trudges through the snow in case she is some distance away as well.

plus she good at charmin' cobras[any]

Thu, 25 Aug 2016 18:22:04 +0000

Goodness, he startled her. She wasn't expecting that at all, the nip on her rump and the shoving. Well, it was one way to find a home and suppose she hadn't specified how exactly she was going to get one. Ohio wasn't one to fight either, instead she jumped a little in shock, swinging her head around to look at the man. She wanted to see just who exactly had laid claim on her flashy rear-end and was now urging her to go somewhere.

She was suprised by what she found there too, a black and brown coat all spotty and fancy. Maybe that is why he liked her so much, they went together well in the sense of coat patterns she supposed.

A small half-hearted smile is given to the bay stallion that just stands there gawking, "Bye then," she says and begins to move forward. Nudge, nudge, push, push yes of course big guy here we go. "Yes, all right I'm going. Show the way then," she calls to him and then gives a whicker in the direction of her Mother but it is no doubt lost on the cold air the sweeps through the place. He leads she follows, just like a good herd mare should or so she's heard. Finally stopping when he does at lovely little spot where she can smell other ladies and him too, his scent clings heavily to the surroundings.

"Is this it then, my new home?" she asks with a smile, not at all disappointed with where they ended their walk.

O H I O

-but she aint the only one-

so bright, the flames burned in our hearts; njenyi, any

Tue, 23 Aug 2016 21:58:55 +0000

so bright, the flames burned in our hearts,
that we found each other in the dark.

It’s been so long since she last entered Beqanna.

Despite the years in-between herself and this place, the memories are as fresh as if they happened yesterday. The blood, the screaming …

And yet, somehow, she is always drawn back.

But never to there, never to the place it happens. Instead she wanders through the other herd lands, taking rest in the quiet, uninhabited places. She’s surprised that so many of the territories are claimed these days. Back when her father’s herd still existed, it was one of only two herds still left in all of Beqanna.

She walks and walks and walks until her legs tire and her feet begin to ache. Her mind is still restless, but her body needs rest, and so she settles down in a little cave on the edge of the nearest herdland. It is occupied - she can detect the fresh scents of the territory’s stallion and mares - but she doesn’t think they’ll pay her any mind. She is quiet and alone, and a rather slender mare - far from physically threatening. More likely than not they will ignore her, and then when she is well rested she can slip away and continue on her journey.

Furrow
Hakeem x Fold.

for Pot of Custard (and all herd!)

Tue, 23 Aug 2016 19:09:44 +0000

eIt doesn't take them long to make it to the Gemstone Ridge. Njenyi had kept a careful eye on the other spotted stallion, but he had made no threatening moves.

"Your name?" he asks the mare, his voice rough and deep. He prefers to remain silent, but knowing the name of the mare that is now carrying his foal is probably a useful thing.

When they arrive in the center of the herdland, he raises his head and calls out for the other two mares. Now the three of them can keep each other company, and Njenyi can resume normal herd stallion activities. He'll patrol the edges of the land and keep out danger, and keep in the mares. In only a matter of days he's managed to do what few zebra stallions can, and gathered a properly sized harem without having to spill a a single drop of blood to do

pump your veins with gushing gold; Njenyi, any

Tue, 23 Aug 2016 16:11:16 +0000

It not hard to find the Ridge. It stays nestled snug as a bug in the Valley's confines. Perhaps it's why Cryil is drawn there?

The leggy painted mare has caught wind of a new stallion looking to recruit some mares to his lands...and she being the kind of gal she is, thought to meet him instead of the old ways of just being bitten and driven back. Nope...not that kind of this for her.

She enters his home with a fluid trot before calling to the stallion. Green eyes look about with a slightly cocked brow as she surveys the land before a small smile drags across her lips. Cryil is rather enjoying the lay of the land, the way autumn colors blend.

Yes, this was rather lovely.

C R Y I L

bay tobiano fuck trophy of tatter and rishiri

it's short but I've been digging short posts lately. here you go, kahzie <3

Me myself and I.

Mon, 22 Aug 2016 18:21:10 +0000

Pot Of Cream trotted in to the area.Was this his place,she was sure it was.She laid down and was excited to be with a stallion and hopefully be having a foal with him.She looked around at the surroundings.Her Cremello colour glimmering in the sunlight.She rolled around in the dirt and let out a loud neigh.She then stopped and got up,she shook off the extra dirt and looked around for him.

claiming

Mon, 22 Aug 2016 12:05:20 +0000

with Pot of Cream