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Post by Bailey. on Dec 20, 2011 22:27:02 GMT -5
ZEPHYRUS.
The stud's multi-colored eyes flitted around into every crevice, corner and crack, hooves picking precariously close to smoldering edges and boiling pools. His ears flicked flat against his head, molding to his poll and disappearing into the thick, wild flurry of mixed up mane. He shook his neck, forelock flying free and blowing somewhere to the left of his face. Annoyance flickered in his expression at the much too long hair. It only got in the way.. it only got stuck, slowed you down, got ripped out. There was no use for it in exception to those God forsaken blood suckers, and they didn't even exist in the winter.
With an irritated sigh, he heaved his heavy body along, careful to avoid the scolding temperatures placed so wildly about. Zephyrus was an opinionated, devilish bloke with an heart cold as stone. He had one goal, to rule. He would be king, whether these know-nothing fools believed him or not. So what if his name didn't start with an L? He would be king. And another part of being king, would be needing a queen. This didn't mean he would necessarily like his queen, and the first mare or two he found didn't have to be his queen, but he needed someone who could carry on his bloodline. And it wouldn't be some ugly little brat. He was picky, and would be no less when it came to a mate.
A smirk played on his lips. Perhaps he could find a lovely little play thing in these parts? He hadn't thought that far ahead, caught up in his own little world which he ruled with an iron fist. He needed an heir, and now was he perfect time, considering he'd have time to teach the son his ways. Perhaps the colt could rule beside him for a time? God forbid it be a filly. The nasty little thing. He might as well kill them off if they themselves weren't already stillborn or frail enough to die on their own.. He would see. But he needed a worthy mare first. How would that work out? With a snort he grinned devilishly and tossed his noble head into the air and gave a loud whinny, announcing his presence, calling, so falsely innocent in his sound, to anyone- no, any mare- near enough to hear.
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Post by Hattie on Dec 21, 2011 22:35:16 GMT -5
Paloosa Springs, for some it held a sort of deadly beauty about it, tantalizing with its vivid colors yet possessing of so many hidden dangers that it was all but inhabitable, a trait Genevieve would have found most attractive had she not been overcome by the horrible stink that hung about the place in a literal fog. The overwhelming reek of rot combined with a strange metallic tang had turned the mare's delicate nostrils a vivid shade of red and set both her eye watering. Her only comfort was the knowledge that she would soon leave springs far behind.
Genevieve was headed for bigger and better things, back to her rightful home among the elite of Gaderian. She had lived there in her youth but as she grew the scorn of the harem had eventually become too much. They were fools, all of them. Certainly the mares and fillies of the late King's harem still held some power because of their connections, but it was that same shared blood that would now condemn them to a life of mediocrity. No one among them could ascend to the throne, their only hope for survival lay in the off chance that the new King felt some sentimental tie.
She would enjoy watching them fall.
At the moment though Genevieve would be happy just to make it out of Gavril.
She was picking her way carefully around the edge of the springs when a stallion's beckoning wafted to her through the wall of steam and fumes. Genevieve pause for a moment, mud dripping from a still suspended hoof. Her curiosity was piqued but she'd be damned if she was going any deeper into this sulfur pit, and instead offered a summons of her own in the form of a shrill whinny. If he chose to come to her, fine, and if not then she would continue on her way.
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