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Post by Romance on Jun 22, 2009 0:43:31 GMT -5
 Romance
Romance trotted into the land with grace and elegance. Her steps were high and her strides long. The dun danced and made her golden honey pelt shine like a thousand diamonds in the sun. She was a sight for sore eyes as she pranced around happily. She saw a wolf staring at her, and stopped almost immediatly. She turned and saw another other to her right, turned left and another one stood. She started to panic and she turned to run the other way, but a wolf blocked her exit. She was suddenly surrounded by the canines and squealed as one lunged at her. She took her chance and galloped away, but a wolf jumped on her rump. She squealed loudly and bucked, but it wouldn't let go. She reared and kicked out, bucking and jumping... nothing was working...
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Post by Areo on Jun 22, 2009 0:57:22 GMT -5
It wasn't often that Freedom ventured northward anymore. Really he wasn't even going that far north, just into the lands where the lone mares and batchalor stallions dwelled. It was time to start growing his herd and in all truth the Weathertop Plains had begun to grow lonesome when it was just him galloping around. Waiting for newcomers wasn't working so, perhaps going to the newcomers would? It was a thing worth trying though Freedom was very weary. The Commoner's Plain was the agreed upon neutral ground for lone equines and for years Free was glad to know the wolves had upheld the bargain. Wolves didn't cross the border if horses didn't cross.
Still, Free found himself wearily navigating the plains, giving everything a second glance before moving forward. His handsome fifteen point three hand buckskin bodice was well muscled and elegantly marked. Four black stockings and three white socks covered his legs, a mane and tail of ebony following in his wake and a slender blaze down is muzzle finishing off his look. Though not the tallest of stallions, Freedom had a regal look about him but at the same time a patient and humble look in his eyes, expressive but closed, attached but detached.
As he neared the northern most area of the Commoner's Plain, his steps faultered and he halted. Ears twitched, head raised. Nostrils flared and there it was. The smell of wolves and the growl of hunting wolves. Someone had been a fool and crossed the border, whether on purpose or accidentally.
Before he could decide to retreat or help, Freedom caught sight of a rich chestnut filly galloping, bucking and wheeling with a wolf on her flank and more closing in. Flaring his nostrils, Freedom let out a defiant snort and galloped forward. His hooves crashed on the ground as he gained speed, rearing and boxing the air with a shrill neigh of challenge to the wolves. They were breaking their own law, now on equine land and not on their own.
A wolf snarled, snapping its jaws at Free but he neatly kicked out, nearly clipping its head. The wolf whined and retreated as Freedom bore down on the mare and the wolf on her flank. Snorting, Free swung his head to the left and then sharply to the right, smacking his head against the wolf as hard as he could manage without knocking himself out. With a sharp yelp the wolf came dislodged, tumbling to the ground. Cantering a circle around the mare, Freedom tossed his head and neighed against, kicking up his heels and stomping his hooves. The wolves faltered, their golden eyes watching him, growls in their throats and fangs still bared.
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Post by Romance on Jun 22, 2009 1:15:01 GMT -5
Romance felt the wolf fly from her rump and saw it hit the ground. A blur of tawny coloration was all around her. The blur finally slowed down to reveal it was a handesome stallion. She watched him prance around her with her rich hazel orbs. She smiled at him. Thank you. she said. Then the ringing of snarling wolves filled her audits. She turned to see the wolves ready to lunge again. She decided to show them that she wasn't as weak as she looks. She mock charged the killers and they scattered, whining and yelping. Was it because Freedom mimiked her behind her back? Probably. Probably not. She wasn't sure. She turned to see the damage, cut wounds covered her flanks, and bite marks blanketed her rump. She saw the blood from the injuries trickling down the sides of her legs and down the back of them as well near her silky banner. How could this happen to her? Had God wanted to put her in pain? She wasn't sure about that either. She shook her silky mane and looked aat Freedom once more. Thank you sir... er... I don't think I caught your name. she said softly.
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Post by Areo on Jun 22, 2009 1:25:50 GMT -5
Freedom snorted and reared, shrieking to intimidate the wolves. Two of them shied. Black-stockinged legs boxed the air, hooves snapping down on a wolf that lunged too close. It crumpled, pulling back with a sharp whining yelp. The wolf he had hit turned and ran, its path zig-zagging and its steps unsteady. Others behind him took off with whines of panic and defeat but two more lurked around Freedom, reluctant to release their "prize". Freedom flung himself back onto his hind legs again, flailing his front hooves and standing as tall as he could manage without overbalancing. The wolves snarled, snapping their jaws in an attempt to intimidate him but it wasn't working. Dropping back to all fours, Free swung his head left and right, advancing with defined and purposeful steps. The wolves shrank back, snarling louder. Bunching his muscles, Freedom shot forward in a false lunge, coming up short but close enough that the wolves yelped and recoiled. Turning, the currs ran toward the border their packmates had gone after.
Snorting softly, breathing a little heavy, Free shook his mane. The black silk flared briefly before settling again against his sun-colored neck. Dark chocolate optics watched the wolves until he could no longer see them before he turned toward the chestnut filly he had saved. From her age, it appeared her crossing into wolf lands had been unintentional but the wolves had not been willing to stop and ask.
Swishing his black tail, Freedom faced her and glanced at the wounds on the filly's flank. They wouldn't be life threatening. Since she'd been moving it looked like most of them were shallow. The wolf hadn't gotten a good grip when she'd started flinging herself around. A smart move but also dangerous.
"My name is Freedom" Free informed her, bobbing his blazed head politely. "It seems the wolves are more watchful these days. It would be wise to stay away from their border. If that little display is anything to go by, staying very far away is even better."
Shaking his mane again and his coat as though to shake off the scent of wolf, Freedom glanced toward the border again. They were far enough away now to be safe but Free felt his weariness returning.
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Post by Romance on Jun 22, 2009 1:35:10 GMT -5
Romance looked at Freedom with her eyes wide and lit up. She was so happy to have met him. A less heart racing introduction would've been nice though. Audits flicked in all possible directions, picking up any and every sound made. Her rich hazel eyes looked at him with sudden security. She felt like she could trust this stallion. She stepped closer to him, flinching when she stepped with her left hind leg. She looked and saw a deep cut from one of the wolf's claws. She huffed at it and ignored the piling pain. Thank you sir Freedom. I am Romance. she said proudly. She loved her name, because in her previous herd, she was the infamous matchmaker. She thought back on the memories of her old herd, with her mother and father, and brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, grandmas and grandpas, cousins and friends. She loved them all, yet, she had to leave them all. She sighed at the thought, then concentrated on Freedom.
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Post by Areo on Jun 23, 2009 18:25:46 GMT -5
Romance. An unusual name indeed but Free had heard more unusual. His name had been given before he had actually made his bid for freedom and run away from his old herd. How this filly had gotten her name, he did not know nor did he particularly care. A name was a name and little more. Still, the lead stallion acknowledged Romance with a polite nod, noticing her wistful expression. Perhaps her name reminded her of whatever herd or family she had come from? Freedom knew that no herds formed in the Commoner's Plain unless they were small groups of twos and threes journeying for the herds or trying to escape the Amor Valley. Since Romance didn't smell like any other stallions or mares, Free could only assume the fem was alone and alone meant vulnerable since she obviously didn't know where the border between the equines and the wolves was.
"Stay clear of the north unless you'd like to meet the wolves again" Free advised, glancing toward the direction the wolves had fled. "There is safety in numbers on the Commoner's Plain, especially so close to the divide."
Lowering his head, Freedom nibbled a little on the grass before raising his handsome head again. He would need to return to his lands soon. Bachelor stallions tended to move in on territories when there was no one around to challenge them. Freedom had already had one fight today, he did not need another from one of his own kind. Shaking his mane, Freedom nodded again to Romance and cast the border one last suspicious glance. He hoped Romance would follow his advice and keep away from there from now on. It really would be a shame for a filly with such vibrency to meet her end at the jaws of filthy mongrel wolves.
Sidestepping the filly, Free started to walk slowly back southward toward his own lands. He moved at an easy pace, not in a hurry at all just to see how Romance would react. If she followed him or called out, Freedom would be glad to offer her sanctuary in his home but if she didn't he would simply assume she wanted to remain a loner or wasn't interested in company.
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