savannauni
Bachelor Herd 
Do what you want to do. Keep building it up higher, keep burning it down.
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Post by savannauni on Nov 16, 2014 9:42:48 GMT -5
Elesette and Savannauni's characters only.
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Aragon looked up at the sky, it was colorless and dull as if it was bored of watching them all. The small arabian mare watched as the horses filed off to start sparing. Aragon looked around and noticed the King stood alone. She pushed past any horse that would try to spar with her till she reached Vasska. She offered a polightly dip of her head. "King Vassaka it seemed you have no partner to spar with." She said being on her best behavior. She was not born into the exile herd and as far as she knew her mother was from the Olde herd, her mother had never even joined the exiles, plus Aragon joined at age four. "And neither do I." She said. "So Vasska, if I may adress you by your first name, would you like to spar?"
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Post by elesette on Nov 17, 2014 20:09:55 GMT -5
Vasska walked slowly around the horses he knew as his underlings, his followers, his herd. They had all found someone to spar with, someone to practice their skills and see who would come out on top. As he walked he noticed one off in the distance, perhaps too timid to join the rough sparing that was going on, or perhaps to lazy to find a partner. He didn’t know which but he wasn’t going to let anyone strong enough to fight sit this out. No one was just going to slip through the cracks and evade the war, not if he could help it.
His eyes flittered slowly over the herd, and the king was so intent on his observation that he hardly noticed the paint mare appear in front of him. He frowned.
At first he assumed that maybe he didn't recognize her because the olde herd was, well, rather large and it was impossible to know the faces of each and every horse. However, by the burnt reek coming off her coat and the forwardness of her actions, it wasn't long before he realized her true affiliations. She was indeed a member of the Exile herd. His eyes creased into slants and he studied her smaller figure. Exile, what did she think she was doing even talking to him? He snorted before he replied.
"We can" He responded, making sure not to elude that he wanted to spar with her. He didn't like being in an Exile's presence at all. He had a slight inkling she thought perhaps she could befriend him and gain his trust like this. Only instead of friendship, he was thinking virus. The mare and the rest of the exiles were a virus indeed and he would not stand to let his herd be infested by the sickness of evil that rotted throughout their blood. He would not see his herd destroyed by impurity.
"Shall we?"
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savannauni
Bachelor Herd
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Post by savannauni on Nov 17, 2014 23:55:37 GMT -5
Aragon smiled sweetly back, something that was hard for her to pull off. "Let's." She said. She studied Vasska for a moment taking the time to sort out some details on him for instance his height and what breed he probably was. 'He claimed to be a unicorn..' She thought as she saw the scar.
Aragon started moving first she took a few steps to her right and watched what he did, then turned so she faced him and got her haunches squared up under herself and sprang into action and nipped his shoulder with only enough force to let him know she had made a 'hit' on the stallion. The mare quickly tried to create space between them again and asked "so King Vasska, is that how you would like to be addressed?" She asked taking a few steps to the left.
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Post by elesette on Nov 22, 2014 22:42:56 GMT -5
Vasska didn't like exiles. He had been taught that in his younger years, but now he liked them less. If this mare was a good example of what her herd was - none of them would becoming out of the battle clean. She was far too cocky for the unicorns to protect her. Her arrogance was a sin. She lunged at him and he felt staggered. It had happened so quickly, and to him the simple shall we had not been enough ceremony for the occasion. What were their rules? Would they draw blood now? He wasn't sure what had the mare acting so urgently. He could only assume it was the bad exile blood that ran through their veins. As she nipped him, the stallion stopped in his tracks.
He wasn't expecting the pain, however lightly it graced him. Vasska was thrown off from the beginning, but he wasn't loosing a training session to a mere exile. He turned on his haunches lunging in the direction she had left him in. He was now prepared to make his own attack in return. The well built, muscular stallion lurched into her, slamming his bodily force into her shoulder. He hoped now she was staggered as she had left him. It was time for him to try and bite - he opened his maw and prepared to close his jaws lightly on her withers. The bite was stronger than he expected, but no blood was spilled.
He leaped away - in hopes he'd make distance before she attempted to attack him. This battling was so new to him, nothing felt right about it and his chest clenched.
If only the unicorns could guide him. He looked out briefly to the sea, he wondered if they were out there watching them now.
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savannauni
Bachelor Herd
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Post by savannauni on Nov 23, 2014 1:00:41 GMT -5
Aragon watched Vasska. Even though Aragon was young she could tell he was thinking of something, not sure what it was though she left the idea. The young exile got a little side tracked as some of her mane tickled the side of her neck. 'I've gotta rub this off.' She thought and realized what had happened.
First she felt the force, it felt like a bolder had hit the arabian, then she felt jaws clamp down on her withers. It shocked her and send a jolt of pain down her body. The pain made her gasp, once she was freed from Vasska's grip she made sure there was space between the two. She had noticed how he to had moved to create space. She guessed that he must have liked having room, after all he was tall around 3 hands taller than her. She smirked, with a crazy idea in mind now.
The roan mare galloped straight at the stallion, hoping to surprise him from her boldness. She didn't have enough force to hit him and cause him to stumble unless she picked up steam but there want enough room for that. She stopped and inch from him and swung her hind quarters around so they crashed into his side most likely causing him to take a small step to the side to catch himself, and quickly she grabbed some of his long mane and tugged down hand enough so he would have to let his neck down a little so she wouldn't pull the hair out. As soon as that was done Aragon quickly hurried away from him not wanting to get cow kicked or trampled by him.
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