Sands of Time {Claiming}

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[bg=54c471][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,540,table] Nautia snorted in the chill morning breeze as she watched the sun rise over the edge of the skyline. It was the anniversary of their deaths; her sire and her dam. They'd been so in love at the time of her death; she'd never imagined that someone could steal them from her. But the rogue brutes had stormed the cove so easily; the craggy cliffs that broke the ocean blocked escape and the dense forest on the northern edge of their lands had been smothered in snow; inhospitable to house horses. They'd no where to go when the raiders came. Nat's father and warriors had defended the land, alas they perished in doing so. Her dam had followed her love into battle and had met the same fate. Shaking her threads in the misty spray that rose from below her hooves, Nautia dared not look down. The femme was sickened by extreme heights but she adored the wild, free waters just past the edge of the sheer rock. Another huff of breath hung out over the ledge and the vixen watched it fade away; as her memories of her parents were. Flinging the sadness from her mind, the exquisite mare rose onto her hinds, striking out at the horizon line. Banner and tresses flying in the ocean mist. These lands are mine; as they were my father's before me, I lay claim to them. In remembrance of my sire I shall title them Nautilus Cliffs. From this day forward I will rule these lands with a firm and just power; the weak shall be defended, the sick shall be healed, and the homeless shall be given shelter. Lowering her ivory marked bodice, Nautia cried out a shrill summons to those who wished to join her herd. And when the virago was satisfied by the ringing echo of her call, she turned and trotted back to the band of ancient trees that formed a canopy from the weather. Although it was Spring, the air still clung to the frigidness of winter; like a lover refusing to leave her man's bed. Within the ring of trees she waited; looking forward to those would would call the area home with her and to meet those who ruled other lands. She was peaceful and wished to make alliances in the name of harmony. ooc;; stakin' a claim~~ playlist;; sweet dreams by annie lennox & the eurythmics {nautia | brindle blanket dun | dorsal & leg bands | amber | 17.2hh | wise, kind | 5yo}

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[atrb=background, img840.imageshack.us/img840/5238/middlt.jpg] The young brute trekked through the eastern half boldly as though he owned the place. Maybe it was brazen but he had nothing to lose. No friends or family cared for him; much less his alliance didn’t even recognize his existence. He was a loner among loners and burden among many. Life was less then pleasing. He lived off of what little vegetation grew at the top of the mountain. It was sparse; not to mention far and few between the clusters. It was a living hell in the coldest place in this land. The scent of the ocean hit his nares with it’s salty sting. A soft snort blew back out the misted salt water as his auds prick to hear the cry of a mare. It wasn’t a cry; it was a firm claim on the land he was now trodding on. Well he could always go and taunt the alpha who now called these lands her home. His auds pricked once more hearing the sound of the female’s shrill cry breaking the silence in the air. He snorted and broke at the tree line standing just on the hill to look at the femme. She was a strange color though she was pretty. A larger build to her suggesting she was a draft of some sort. Or that was what he assumed. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Grimmble ll quarter horse x mustang x friesian ll 2 years old ll 16.2 hh ll sniff ll light blue, pupiless, glow faintly ll Born here, YEAR 1, SPRING ll northern ll Character Log;; click! Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ME; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[bg=54c471][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,540,table] It wasn't long before someone came to her summons. Down from the mountainside she spied a marked black horse. From the distance her nares could not catch a scent and orbs could not define gender. Bending her crest in the manner a stallion would, she cantered towards him; the essa would brook no competition for her lands. If the other was here for trouble, she'd swiftly send them on their way. Heavy bodice slid to a halt not a stone's throw from the stranger, clumps of earth spewing from beneath her rounded daggers. Nautia reared, holding her forelimbs close to her bodice, banner fanned out. The posturing was for display only, as she'd never hurt another unless dire circumstances pushed her to it. Returning smoothly to the churned terran, she bowed her crown in proper greeting. I am Nautilusia, queen of the Cliffs. You may state you intentions or you may leave; friend or foe is your decision, traveler. Be you friend, I shall welcome you warmly to my lands. Be foe, and you will depart - peacebly or forcefully. Her large fore-hoof pawed the already broken surface before her, I brook no violence or disrespect. Nat could feel her nerves quivering in her breast; she'd said almost the exact words her sire had always used in formal greeting. The scent of the colt was brought to pale nares as morning winds shifted; he was a Northerner - perhaps by birth? It didn't matter to Nautia though; any who sought shelter could find it within her borders. Anywho were willing to obey her laws lestways. The choice was his to behave or depart. ooc;; playlist;; wind in the willows by blackmore's night words of wisdom {nautia | brindle blanket dun | dorsal & leg bands | amber | 17.2hh | wise, kind | 5yo}

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[atrb=background, img840.imageshack.us/img840/5238/middlt.jpg] The ebony colt snorted and glanced down at the oddly colored female. By the tone in her voice he knew she was, but she acted like a stallion, fit and ready to defend her land. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. His optics blinked while he watched her out of his good eye, the sightless one towards the forest. Great. She was coming up here! The brute snorted and sneered feeling dirt clods jump up and sting his coat. He snorted and stomped a back dagger into the dust as he watched her through his murky blue eyes. The constant questions of whom ever he met were always ‘are you blind?’ the answer was yes and no. In one eye he was in the other his vision was fine. Maybe a little blurry from time to time but better then the other one for damn sure. ”Just being nosey.” he stated gruffly with a snort as the femme finished her formal introduction to him. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Grimmble ll quarter horse x mustang x friesian ll 2 years old ll 16.2 hh ll sniff ll light blue, pupiless, glow faintly ll Born here, YEAR 1, SPRING ll northern ll Character Log;; click! Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; EXHAUSTION. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ME; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[bg=54c471][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,540,table] Nautia relaxed her posture at bit at his very colt-like reply. At least he was being honest to her. The essa extended her pale nares in an offering of a more informal greeting. Nat was no where near as strong as some of the other equines that roamed the lands. Her strength came more from beliefs and personality. As a healer, Nat knew that it was her duty to help those in need. Perhaps the colt needed shelter, but was too proud to ask for it? You may call me Nautia if you find it less of a mouthful. My dam was always very showy in her time; of course her extravagantly colored child needed an extravagant title to go with. The queen rolled her eyes in a girlish manner, attempting to relax the mood to a companionable tone. She didn't mind that he was younger; in fact Nat adored the youth of the world, they had such hope and promise. If only they thought of how to end the war instead of win it. She would always be firmly in the corner of peace. Maybe you'd like to explore the cliffs with me? Sometimes I go down to the shore to look for rare colored shells that wash up after storms. ooc;; bah nat's just a big softie xD playlist;; say you'll haunt me by stone sour words of wisdom {nautia | brindle blanket dun | dorsal & leg bands | amber | 17.2hh | wise, kind | 5yo}

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