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Post by Hud on Nov 22, 2011 23:09:25 GMT -5
Oh to be Sloane. A lonely, disgraceful existence did he live. Full of absolute nothingness.
To top all of it off, he resided currently in the Freelands, of all places. With no leader, the Freelands he considered to be the most uneventful - the perfect place for Sloane. He was of few words and few intentions, to say the very least.
Perhaps it was jealousy that sent the poor stallion into such a lazy stupor. His brother had been born with all of the know-how and determination and poor Sloane had been left with an unwillingness to be much more than a bump on a log. He wasn't sorry for himself, he was just put out by his brother. Raylan was not all what he was cracked up to be. Sloane could only wait for others to find that out - he certainly had.
The stallion was a handsome vegetable, if nothing else. He stood beside a young tree facing Kalf Lake as he waited for an interruption. He was thin, though defined. Again, his brother had reaped the benefits of their father's genes while Sloane had left them unactivated in his case. He had the frame of a monster, though not the bulk of one. His head hung rather low as he watched the perimeter of the lake, unable to fall asleep as he would like...
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Post by Padfoot on Nov 25, 2011 17:26:10 GMT -5
A I D E N; "Ugh." The mare muttered in disgust, lifting her striped hooves high above the mess of rotting yellow grass circling the lake. The incessant rain had struck an extreme blow to the food supply of the homeland, leaving all of the herbivores a little thinner than usual, and this mare a little more ill-tempered, as the grass that survived on the higher lands was slowly eaten away and the main source of food became what could be foraged from the trees. It was like winter, but wetter. Much wetter. The great puddles of stagnant water not only killed the grass, but also put horses at risk of infected hooves from the constant dampness of the ground; she'd already seen plenty of horses with cracked hooves or swelling frogs, and normally avoided the puddles where she could. However, this was the only way to get to the lake, and it was unwise to drink the still puddle water.
The mare was so preoccupied with the muck beneath her feet that she was hardly paying attention where she was going, and consequentially nearly walked right into a stallion that had stood silently as she approached. She gave a small noise of general surprise and recoiled from him--he was taller than her, forcing her to look up to meet his eye, and a tan-gray in color, with white splashed liberally over his frame.
"Hello." The mare recovered herself quickly, embarrassed by her inattentiveness when she was normally so alert.
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Post by Hud on Nov 27, 2011 12:29:08 GMT -5
The one who had interrupted his slow day was not exactly welcome, though not a totally unwelcome presence. What would Sloane have done with his day had he not been interrupted?
The red and white mare was not altogether unattractive - the first thing the stallion saw in a female. Her blue eyes interested him particularly. It was a common fetish to have among the lesser sex and Sloane was no exception. He had one of his own, in fact. Though, having one's own blue eye meant nothing since one could not see it.
Her greeting was a common one - nothing too out-of-the-ordinary. He supposed such a "hello" required a response of equal or lesser value. He chose the lesser value and remained silent, though not without response in his expression. His brows rose and furrowed as he pulled his head back, his ears following. Sloane's constant frown remained prominent.
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Post by Padfoot on Nov 28, 2011 16:56:02 GMT -5
A I D E N; Her greeting was met with nothing but a lacing of the ears, and the persistence of an unfriendly scowl. How does one respond to something like that? Well, of course, a normal mare might have been intimidated, but the red roan mare simply mirrored his expression--her ears turned back against her skull, and she frowned at him. "You know," The mare told him testily, with a hint of a challenge in her voice. The fact that he towered over her seemed to have little effect; she scarcely would have noticed had she not had to look up to meet his eyes, an act that was the bane of her existence. "It's common courtesy to say a 'hello' when someone greets you."
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Post by Hud on Dec 12, 2011 20:47:51 GMT -5
"And what makes you think a stranger like me has any courtesy at all, let alone that of commoners?" he spat. Sloane was not to be toyed with. Despite his slight build, his frame was to be respected. The stallion stood tall and serious - as a tree. His perpetual scowl did not leave his interrupter's mug as he breathed. The short mare was no threat to him and so he decided not to treat her as one. Though she was rather stunning, his immediate response was to rid himself of her. Such a clumsy mare was no use to him, let alone affection - she could just as easily tempt a tortoise.
OOC: SHORT POST TIME. 
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Post by Padfoot on Dec 19, 2011 11:40:30 GMT -5
A I D E N; The mare was quickly becoming irritated by the stallion's arrogant indifference; indeed, if there was one thing that drove her positively insane, it was anyone thinking she was better than her. Her own frowned deepened, until the two looked like they were in a very serious staring contest. After a few moments, she looked away with a disdainful snort. "Commoners?" She asked. She couldn't remember anyone ever using that word before, and it sounded hollow to her. She suspected he had used it in an attempt to impress. "I highly doubt you're a prince, so stop acting like an especially stupid one."
ooc Always fine with me. xP
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Post by Hud on Jan 4, 2012 10:03:58 GMT -5
The mare's response made Sloane's ears fall back as his brows furrowed. His frown intensified as he looked the mare up and down. Who did she think he was? She had no business infuriating a strange stallion. In fact, it was certainly in her best interest not to. He could be a charlatan just waiting for a chance to do the worst to her. Luckily for her he had no intention of doing anything of the sort - not today anyway. Sloane was feeling rather classy today.
"Have you ever met a prince? How would you know if I was a 'stupid one' as you say if you've never met one?"
OOC: LATE. D8
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Post by Padfoot on Jan 13, 2012 22:51:45 GMT -5
A I D E N; "But how do you know I haven't met one?" The question was a clever sidestep, pulled off beautifully by a seasoned actress; a smirk played on her face as she stared him down. Not her best, but she had learned to make all but the most outrageous lie seem true to the right horse. "I daresay you know nothing about me; or at least I hope you don't. I could be northern royalty, or..." Her imagination raced ahead, and her smirk widened slightly as she lighted upon her story. "An island princess cheated from her rightful throne." She tossed her mane proudly and took a step back, planting all four feet squarely on the ground. "So shame on you for your disrespect."
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