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Zaira

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’Zaira,’ a familiar voice echoed into her mind, beckoning to her with lyrics that mocked being sweet that it was sickening. The voice relentlessly called to her, slowly becoming more and more aggravated until it shouted to her, reverberating off of the confines of her mind and causing her eyelids to snap open. Groggy blue eyes settled upon what she feared most, a looming figure that smirked deviously down on her resting body. Eyes of a gleaming pink taunted her as they possessed such a menacing appeal. ’N-no,’ Zaira’s mind whispered as she shook her head firmly, watching the horse warp before its colors swirled together and diminished before her fearsome eyes. Shakily, Zaira conjured enough strength to haul herself to her hooves, eyes gleaming with mixed emotions. She shook her head again, reminding herself that her parents were long gone. Everything that she once knew and had experienced was far away from her and she was safe.

The red roan mare steadied herself, knees beginning to wobble as memories flashed vividly through her mind. She inhaled a breath, forcing it out and attempted to calm. She turned her stare towards the Deski plains, watching the greenery sway in an inviting fashion. The tall stalks wavered and trembled, bending to the wills of the breeze. A small smile flickered across her lips, watching the tranquility that played out before her. It was like gazing upon a sacred dance of intimacy and no one knew she was there. Before she could turn away, the wind had caught her by surprise, its fingers intertwining itself within the strands of her mane and tail, coaxing her further into the lands. Zaira took a step forwards, eyes gleaming with innocence only a child could obtain. A silent laugh slid from her lips and she rose onto her hindquarters, her front limbs striking out against the night sky. Once her hooves caressed solid ground, she took to the land without hesitation. Her power of speed ran through her like a mighty wave, causing her to surge forwards.

The white swirls on her coat came to life, rippling as her muscles stretched and flexed. Her lungs inhaled the air with ease as her legs greedily ate up the ground. She felt free, felt as though nothing could touch her, and at this very moment, nothing could. Zaira galloped wildly past the plains, and was nothing but a blur on the horizon as her power of speed kicked into full gear. She was as untamed as the wide open spaces she called home, and she cared not that the lands were beginning to look unfamiliar.

Her legs stretched in front of her, hitting the cracked surface of the wasteland she suddenly found herself entering. Somewhere along the way the vivid colors of lush lands slowly began to diminish and every stalk of grass was soon smashed into oblivion. She halted suddenly, hind quarters sinking deep into the dusty surface, coughing slightly as it clouded her vision and stung her lungs. Her eyes flickered with multiple emotions as she gazed out at the emptiness before her and this emptiness echoed soundly within her soul.

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[atrb=background, i48.tinypic.com/2s6x2eo.jpg] [scrolly:h(130),w(550),sy,c()] Heavy flints lumbered over the ground like boulders falling as he cantered up a rocky slope huffing. Dammit this was difficult with his short legs! Dragon often cursed his size compared to more horses in the north. Although he was still hardy enough to look like his mother it didn’t make a difference. He was still small compared to all of the other horses here. Most mares were taller than he was! Now that was certainly a problem his fifteen hand father had overcome somehow but he didn’t even know how! The little brute huff heavily as he trotted along the path that he often followed patrolling for his former training partner, current best friend, and king of the north. Ha! HellBorn! A King! The words still would never sound right out of his mouth. Dragon would never see that scrawny horse as a king! No matter how much he had grown and beefed up! HellBorn would always be that scrawny, chicken legged, knobby kneed little black horse that was barely his size. The brute was now one of the tallest in the entire land of Phoenixx. How the hell had that happened? He was going down the mountain again to make sure that the horses that were forced to live among the lower cliffs would be alright. They hadn’t been heard from in a while and well rock slides happened. It wasn’t unusual for horses around this hell to be killed in a fall or a rock slide. It was just an everyday part of life in this part of the land. He snorted softly and walked to where he knew the small group was only to find their hideaways abandoned. Great. Something must’ve happened but they weren’t here. He wasn’t foolish enough to begin bellowing away in fear of started a cascade of tumbling rocks to start falling off the mountain side. His hooves slid off of the more smooth rocks while they were gripped heavily by others that had a far rougher surface while he continued on his decent. The scent of an outsider tainted his nares as they began to flare annoyed with the smell of a lighter breed mare. Great. Something else he was going to have to chase away before she became trapped as a northern fuck toy. That wouldn’t be a life for some idiot outsider. He didn’t even want that life for someone. The faint cracks of rocks falling off into other small rocks as he made his way down, hidden with his color, echoed loudly and would hopefully make her take off. She seemed to be of a pretty red color and had white swirls one her body so she was defiantly from here though one might guess he wasn’t from this land. He had no markings other than his somewhat odd mottled color that couldn’t be really called a blue roan, but he couldn’t be called a grey, but he couldn’t be called much of anything he thought. But it did help among the rocks when he was trying to hide much like right now. ”What are you doing here common girl!” his deep voice growled out making his way down the rocks like a wolf. His eyes narrowed as he snorted, nares flaring, trying to assess the situation before anything was truly decided. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Black Dragon ll Gorg x Rijit ll eight years old ll 15.1 hh ll extra strength and echolocation plus ram ll dark blue eyes ll Born here Year 1 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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[Maya]

Zaira

No more [ g a z i n g ] across the wasted years[/center]

The lack of color flowed through Zaira’s gaze steadily, filling her mind with loss and abandon. Somehow this cracked and lonely land reminded her of herself, and she could relate to the barren destitute that stretched further into the horizon. Unsure limbs carried her forwards, forcing her deeper into the lands of the North that conflicted with her alliance. Her lightly colored blue eyes scanned the land, searching for some glimmer of life or a sign of hope. She spotted golden stalks of dried grass that wavered as she walked past and crumbled with the soft breath of air she had breathed. Fallen trees were overcome by rot and death, toppled over and caving in on themselves. Her mind whirred with uncertainty and urged her to leave the lands before something occurred but she couldn’t. She was so preoccupied with the stark differences of where she had come from to this very place that remained silent in its own death.

Dust billowed into the air, clouding her vision as winds made way into the lands. Her eyelids snapped shut as the dust flew over her back and swirled around her hooves. She waited for the breeze to settle and once it did, Zaira braced herself to take in the sights once more. Slowly her eyelids fluttered to the muted shades around her that was spared little light graced by the moon. It felt ominous here and eerie as though she had been the only one in years to visit this place. Awe had claimed her face, caressing it with its emotion as she was enamored by the stillness and the strange welcoming invitation it was extending. In the distance, she heard the clatter of pebbles skittering across the surface, followed by other counterparts. The sound became persistent and she halted herself, gazing towards the side where the sounds were coming from but spotted nothing but a blanket of dust that was soon beginning to settle. She shook her head softly before hesitantly looking away and preceding forwards.

A sudden voice called out to Zaira which made her jump. Her muscles tensed and she hurriedly moved away, stirring dust that caused her to cough miserably. The whites of her eyes grew as her rump was now pressed against the side of something unknown. She watched the dust settle and took in the sight of a horse scaling down the side of the rocks with a slight struggle. Fear seized her body and her heart bounded within her chest, fluttering around wildly as she tried to still it. Her breathing became labored and shallow as she swallowed the air around her rapidly to conjure up some sort relief from her evident fear. Her constricted esophagus managed to strain out a weak response, ”I-I-I’m s-sorry!”

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[atrb=background, i48.tinypic.com/2s6x2eo.jpg] [scrolly:h(130),w(550),sy,c()] She seemed to figure out that he was there when the skittering of the rocks echoed in this hollowed land but it wasn’t much more than that. The sudden sound of his voice appeared to have made the little lady jump just about out of her skin. The dust made the big brute huff and begin coughing slightly as he glared down at her. What was the dust all about? Like he needed his lungs to be inhaling a bunch of dust! Damn mare! He was already tired from working his way down the mountain side so he hoped that she would just be afraid and would not have to be involved in anything physical. Of course he could handle himself but that didn’t mean he really wanted to get into a fight. He wasn’t really so okay with that beating on the ladies thing that most northerns were. He didn’t think you needed to push mares around to get what you wanted. All that was really needed was a calm tone and patience. He looked down at her as she backed up and had her rump pressed against a large rock and a stump that was just bordering the mountain. She was officially now in northern territory; that meant any old brute could come along and claim her. That wouldn’t be good for her since she would probably be placed in the northern whores herd and used to just be a toy to the rest of the northern brutes. Of course she would have been forced to have foal after foal after foal until she became broken down; when that happened she would either be killed or forced into do another undesirable job. The north was certainly not a place for the soft hearted or those who were easily swayed by things other equines would say. That was one thing he had noticed was common up here in the north; it was like words travels so fast and often changed like you wouldn’t believe. That was one thing he had noticed was common up here in the north; it was like words travels so fast and often changed like you wouldn’t believe. The fear was evident in the young mare’s features but the brute stood there for a moment before beginning to slither his way down the rocks to be on solid ground. He stepped forward slowly knowing he was truly a small brute compared to many in the northern lands. He just stood three inches above that of a pony and that was certainly something among the giants of the northern lands. ”What are you doing here..girl. It is foolish to come into these lands; they aren’t the place for your kind.” He said in a gruff voice leaving his body language neutral for now. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Black Dragon ll Gorg x Rijit ll eight years old ll 15.1 hh ll extra strength and echolocation plus ram ll dark blue eyes ll Born here Year 1 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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[Maya]

Zaira

No more [ g a z i n g ] across the wasted years[/center]

Zaira’s ears flicked forwards uncertainly when she heard him coughing. She could feel his eyes upon her, absorbing all he could see of her through the cloud of dust. She cowered pathetically in his presence, fearing for her life but also her freedom. She had heard stories that the Northerns had the right to claim mares for their own, simply using them to burden their bellies with foals. That wasn’t the life she wanted for herself or for anyone. She wanted all the liberties of the world, especially all that she missed out on through the majority of her life. She didn’t want to go back to those times when all she knew was fear and abuse. She glanced up nervously at him, a meek and apologetic smile caressing her lips as she could no longer find her voice. She was trying her best to calm down but fear had seized her body like venom paralyzing its victim. She was frozen to the spot, and despite herself, she was trying to regain her composure.

Knowing she was cornered between a rock and some sturdy, yet decaying foliage, Zaira was almost accepting her fate of being shackled and bound in chains once more. She shifted her rump, which had only caused a hot searing pain to flash through her. The pain caused her body to jolt forwards and just as the stallion’s hooves touched solid ground; her head touched the flesh of the stallion before her. She scrambled backwards once more, rump firmly pressed against the rock once more as she tried to steady herself and to ignore the pain that was tingling within the back of her mind. The scars on her body seemed to burn with reminder that if the rock somehow cut her, it’d be another addition to her coat. Zaira didn’t care, her mind more so focused on the fact that she had accidentally touched the broad chest of this Northerner. She swallowed the lump in her throat with urgency, trying to look somewhat calm before she just outright burst into tears with all the emotions surging through her.

His voice reached her ears again, this time it wasn’t as loud as she was expecting. She braced herself, muscles coiling and growing tense beneath her coat. Even if he remained in a neutral body position, Zaira was still on edge as paranoia had sunk in without care. Her mind had already told her that her sweet freedom was long gone and there was nothing she could do about it. Her ears moved forwards and backwards in an unsure manner before she was able to answer him. ”I-I was o-out for a run and e-ended up h-here,” she managed to speak out, her voice soft and nearly loud enough for others to hear. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust her rear elsewhere but to no avail. A pained wince flickered across her features before Zaira quickly pulled it under to disguise it.


Ooc: I have a plot idea! (: So, he claims her and brings her back to his lands, she hates him, he somehow manages to breed her, yadda yadda yadda. Then after getting to know him for a while, she sorta falls for him, she confesses this to him, and at that point he either does but says he doesn’t and “sets her free,” or something along those lines? Feel free to add things or take out things! (: It’s all just a thought. : D

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[atrb=background, i48.tinypic.com/2s6x2eo.jpg] [scrolly:h(130),w(550),sy,c()] The little femme in front of him seemed to cower like a beaten dog though he didn’t bring it up. Last thing he needed was to frighten her more; she seemed to be terrified enough as it was. He sighed heavily and just rolled his eyes as she smiled like she was just an idiot making him snort in annoyance. His whipcord swished down at his hocks lazily as a chill worked its way down from the mountain to the pair of them. He couldn’t help but notice how frozen the common lady was but that didn’t mean he would do anything; well depending on what she did when she finally snapped out of it. He was really waiting for the dumb creature to fall over she was so frozen in shock. Maybe she had a heart attack or something. That would make things much easily for sure when it came to telling HellBorn about it. That or he could just not tell his friend. That always worked. She seemed to jolt forward at one point, which he assumed was charging, and braced himself only to find that she must have cut herself or something on the old splintery wood. Her touching his flesh just barely reminded him of the contact with others. That was something he hadn’t felt in a long long time. He kept to himself mostly and it wasn’t part of his routine to just jump on the northern mares. He rarely had contact, or at least physical, unless he was fighting in battle. Of course that wasn’t any kind of good contact. His skin twitch from where her touch had been as he watched her seem to become more paranoid as time with him was spent. ”Relax you wench! Are you in any danger yet? Have I caused you any harm? The only one causing harm to you is yourself!” he snapped at her in a low tone shaking his big head in disbelief of the mare’s silliness. She really couldn’t be this weird! He sighed heavily and rolled his eyes as she began to speak. ”Well you ended in the wrong place girl.” he told her with a snort and a flick of his tail. ”This isn’t the place for your kind. Believe me..” he told her shaking his neck to rid himself of one of the few remaining insects that were trying to bite. He grunted and snorted in annoyance. ”Oh you silly girl! If I had wanted to breed you I would have! Don’t both protecting your precious virtue from me!” ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Black Dragon ll Gorg x Rijit ll eight years old ll 15.1 hh ll extra strength and echolocation plus ram ll dark blue eyes ll Born here Year 1 Character Log;; click! Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; He isn’t the kind to really just up and claim a mare. He values freedom to much. Which is sort of weird to say for a northern. But either way he will probably chat with her a while and try and get her to calm down. I’m sure at some point they can fall in love. Even if it gets her calm enough maybe he can convince her to come home with him at least. Credits;; Table by ME; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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