Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Moonlight Madness
Aᵍᵉ :: Thirteen
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Annoyed
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Poseidon, Zebra
Tick tick tick. The bomb was ready to go off. Every second of these stallions bickering was driving her mad. How would either one knew what a lady liked? After all, neither had one of their own, so both were virtually clueless. "A true lady would geld you before you got the chance to reproduce, colt." She spat at Zebra, ears flat to her skull, teeth bared in a most menacing manner. "And you." Now her glare was focused on the other male, her former stallion. "How dare you abandon me? Abandon me and not bother to turn up until this nuisance shows up." Of course, she was referring to the other stallion as the pest. She was angry with both stallions, honestly, she hated them at the current moment and wouldn't dare trust one so soon. "If either of you pests want a shot with me, you damn well better prove yourselves." And with that, the pretty paint snapped her teeth together, before swiftly trotting off to the side. They could settle this however. Displays of dominance, attempts to impress her... truthfully, she'd love to see some blood spill. It'd amuse her and put her in a better mood. Though, she did appreciate being referred to as a 'Queen'. What a perfect title for her. Queen. Royal, regal, honored. "If I am your Queen--" she begins, casting a glance to either stallion, "Then prove it! Fight for me like I'm your Queen, show your loyalty and woo me." She was a prize worth fighting for, no?
Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Box of Sin
Aᵍᵉ :: Nine
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Appaled
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Lucifer's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Lucifer, Death, etc
Of course her body was subject to all, but her soul was bound to Lucifer's, by the deal they'd struck earlier. But oh how quickly said binding fled her mind, the second this handsome black stallion had appeared. He wasn't quite like her darling, Luci. While her beloved demon was a dark dapple gray with smouldering eyes, Death was... hot. He was a sleek black color, with the ideal Arabian face, and a muscular, toned body. And then he looked at her, and she felt her breath hitch in her throat. By god, what that body could do... and then he did it. The most insulting thing anyone had ever dared to do. He turned away from her, deeming himself 'too good' for the temptress. And she stood there, mouth agape, as she stared wide-eyed at him. How dare he? How. Dare. HE! Too good for the magnificent Pandora, as if! Rather than show her anger, she merely rolled her eyes and gave a careless flip of her tail, before returning to her darling Lucifer. She cast a glance at the painted mare who'd decided to stay, and then the fire-colored mare who stood alone at the top of the hill. Both were pretty, sure, but nowhere near as exquisite as she. With her dark gray bodice, black points, auburn-colored mane... hell, Death was the real loser here, rejecting her how he did. She cast him a glance, only to see some ratty-looking chestnut mare approach him with a colt at her side. He chose that over her?! How disgusting. He must have pitied the poor thing. Yes. He pities her. And he didn't ant me because she'd feel bad. Oh yes, clever boy. Pandora really would do anything to convince herself that she was the fairest maiden of them all. No matter, Lucifer had claimed her as his own, and never would she think to leave him... unless the new stud was hotter and older. Maybe more muscular even. Anyways, the mare glanced over the ladies her stallion had his sights set on and smirked. They were in for quite the treat. Rather than try and flaunt herself merely for the fun of it, the sinful girl dipped her head to graze. Hind turned to Death, of course.
Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Lune de Miel & Vengeance
Aᵍᵉ :: Eleven & newborn
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare & Colt
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Wary & Tired
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Death's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Death, Luci, etc
It didn't take long for her to find her herd. Nowhere near as long as she'd expected it to, actually. They hadn't even really moved. They were just outside the forest where she'd birthed her son, and there was another group only meters away. Honey was, of course, cautious when stepping out into the open, with her young baby boy at her side. Her ears were flattened to her skull, threatening anyone who even thought to try something on her and Ven. Sure she was typically the kind, soft-spoken girl, but she wouldn't dare put her son in danger. His safety was her current priority, until they got back to Death. Which of course, only took a few more minutes. Honey kept her colt close to her side, never letting him drift more than a few inches away. She was very vigilant, glancing over these strange horses and giving them death-stares, warning them all to stay exactly where they were. And soon, she was at her beloved's side, and was calm once more. "My love--" and she was cut off when a young paint mare came flying to Death, begging. The poor thing looked frightened, and Honey immediately felt sorry for her. She stepped forward, pushing her son safely behind her, and offered a small smile. "Don't you fret, dear. You're safe with us." And she nuzzled Death, knowing he would take good care of Jess. Behind her, Vengeance was yawning, his eyelids dropping, legs threatening to buckle beneath him. The poor colt was tired, tired and cold. So he sideled up next to his mother, and laid down, deciding the perfect place to sleep was beneath her. Honey glanced towards her baby, and chuckled, taking precaution not to suddenly move her hooves, lest she harm her newborn. Now that she and her son were settled, she took this chance to observe the other herd, quickly picking out three lovely mares; one ruby-colored girl (very pretty young thing), a painted girl much like the one before her (striking similarities, also lovely), and then a mouse-gray mare... gorgeous, yes, but she seemed... arrogant. Vain. Self-centered. All of the synonyms that relate to the aforementioned terms, she deemed the Arabian temptress. No matter, though. She was the other stallion's problem, not hers (thankfully.)
Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Tsunami
Aᵍᵉ :: Five
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Anxious
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Death's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Death, Luci, etc
No matter how strong she was, no matter how intelligent, Nami would never grasp onto the enjoyment of being surrounded by others. She hated large groups, hated crowds. They made her feel small and insignificant, and unimportant. It was like being back in Mystic Falls, with the large hoards of insane horses, all shuffling about in their own hazy minds. There she was ignored by her own mother. She never knew her birth father, nor did she interact with her birth herd aside from Raid. She was small and insignificant then, not even her own mother cared for her. Never did she want to experience such feelings again, they hurt her. And hurting was the one emotion Nami could feel. Sure she could feel anger and sadness, but those left aches, thus hurting her. The only real feeling she knows is pain, and she despises it. Really, she hated feeling. It was bizarre to her, growing up with horses who didn't give a damn about one thing or another. Emotions were not part of her being. So when there were crowds like this, closing her in and making her feel like a tiny, helpless foal, she tends to panic. And panic she does, as she shuffles nervously beside Death, wanting to be as far away from the devious-looking stallion and his "perfect princess" of a mare. "Death." She murmurs softly, nudging the stallion. "We should go. Soon. Something doesn't feel right about him... about this..." No, she couldn't exactly recall Lucifer as she was just a babe when she first encountered him, but she definitely recognized him as a "bad omen" and did not want to be around for any of his shenanigans. But just as she spoke, Honey returned with a baby at her side, and Nami felt even more anxious than before. The last thing they needed now was to be so close to another band, especially with a young colt in tow. All thoughts of Raid had left her mind, and she was now focused on getting the herd out of there. She hoped and prayed Honey would soon resume her leading duties, and push the herd away. But it seemed that the golden mare saw no real threats, as she allowed her foal to collapse beneath her. Without much else to say or do, Nami grumbled, "This is all Raid's fault for being an idiot...", under her breath, before assisting Honey in guarding the new colt.
Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Dante's Inferno
Aᵍᵉ :: Seven
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Defeated
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Anloric's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Anloric, Halo
She didn't want to believe it. She couldn't. But Halo couldn't move on her own. It was just too much for her. Even if she tried, the chances of her keeping up with the two adults were slim. And Dante, as desperately as she wanted to save the filly, she wasn't sure she could. Even with the coyotes distracted at the moment, they would easily turn if they sensed another easy meal coming their way. I.E: A worn mare with a badly beaten and exhausted filly on her shoulders. The sorrel mare couldn't find a way out of this, and felt a lump form in her throat. What could they do? How were they supposed to escape? She'd promised Nati that she'd save her baby... and now she wasn't sure she could keep that promise. Dante was ready to give up. Lay down her own life, and let Anloric escape with Halo. She didn't need to live. Halo did. She had the genes of a strong lead mare. Looks, charm, and intelligence. She needed to live out her life and continue to pass on her genes. Dante? Hah. The mare was nothing but a raggedy-looking mustang. She was a common herd mare; she speaks when spoken to, and rarely acts out of line. She listens to commands given by higher authority, and obeys without hesitation. The world didn't need her, as much as it needed Halo. "Sweetheart--" And the mare stopped herself, feeling the tears in her eyes. She was ready to die. The only thing that mattered was Halo. But she couldn't just give up on the poor girl. She'd already lost her 'real' mom, did she need to lose her other? Rather than continue her sentence with, "Go with your daddy. Never forget me," she sucked in a breath and forced a brave face. "Let's get you out of here." And the mustang thrust her hardy neck beneath the injured filly, and hoisted her back onto her shoulders. It wasn't an easy task, but she managed. "Anloric." The mare stated lowly, not wanting to alert the blood-thirsty hounds. "Stay beside me so she doesn't fall. We'll walk slow. No sudden movements, no loud noises. We can't alert them, or they'll all come after us for seconds. If we head towards the forest, we should be fine."
Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Gladiator
Aᵍᵉ :: Eleven
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Stallion
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Calm
Hᵉʳᵈ :: None
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Cerberus, Jokull, Nakiah
The girl was quirky indeed, but said quirkiness certainly made her intriguing to the long-time bachelor. He'd liked her immediately, and was hoping she had planned to stick around for more than a few moments. While she limited herself to only a few words, he could see she was holding back. The large stallion could observe her with ease, considering his height, and found himself pondering over what it was she wanted to say. She bit her lip like she wanted to blurt out every last thing she'd done, and her constant wandering eyes confirmed it. This girl had so much to say, but wasn't quite comfortable with their little group to do so. Gator decided that if he had a few moments alone with her, he'd certainly inquire. For now, though, he enjoyed her soft giggles and savored the words she allowed herself to speak. Her voice was so soft, so engaging. It soothed his broken heart and calmed his all-too tense nerves. A pretty lady with a sweet personality. That was all he'd needed to feel a million times better since he'd lost his herd. Perhaps he'd been too caught up in admiring this little blessing from above {quite literally}, as he noticed an awkward silence settling in, and quickly cleared his throat to break it. "Aye. Cerberus. What a dangerous name for such a lovely lass." And then he glanced over to Jokull and his lady-friend, noticing them both staring... not really involving themselves. "I don't believe so. I'm pretty sure the girl doesn't quite trust me, even though I'm in an alliance with Jokull." He muttered to the spotted girl, a slight tone of annoyance biting the last few words spoken. Gator couldn't understand why Nakiah distrusted him so much. He hadn't made a single move in her direction, let alone display himself as a threat. Since she'd showed up, he'd remained as docile and quiet as ever, minus perhaps his earlier introductions. Why did she seem to hostile around him?
Nᵃᵐᵉ :: Phantom of the Opera
Aᵍᵉ :: Eight
Gᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ :: Mare
Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :: Annoyed
Hᵉʳᵈ :: Thunder's
Tᵃᵍˢ :: Thunder, Grim
In the back of her mind, she should have known escapsing this dastardly place wouldn't be an easy task. Not with so many goons lingering around, anyways. Even though she'd managed to convince Thunder into leaving, she'd forgotten that Grim was Pan's most loyal subject, and certainly would catch on if a stallion and mare went missing. So when the dapple gray stallion rushed in between them, her ears immediately flattened to her skull. As Thunder stuttered out an explanation, the mare felt a pang of guilt in her heart. The last thing she wanted to do was put him into harms way and cause him any trouble. Hell, she wasn't worth him getting his tail kicked by the big-bad gang of stallions. "I wanted to leave." She spoke quickly, glancing up to Grim, before looking to Thunder and motioning for him to stay quiet. Phantom wasn't going to let him take the fall for her. "And I wanted Thunder to come because I trust him to protect me. He's been watching over me anyways. Pan's too busy, I doubt he'd really care if I went missing." Now she felt another set of eyes on her, and dared to turn her head, only to see her beloved friend, Paige, watching the three of them. How could she forget Paige? How could she even think to leave her best friend? Guilt was flooding through her body, and she felt pain all over. "It's not his fault, Grim. I'm just tired of this. I mean, this herd is madness! Pan parades around like he's the king, when reality is, it's you boys who decide to follow him and protect his empire. You do all the work without any reward, and dammit, I don't want to be a part of some massive empire. I want to be in a normal herd, with one stallion to love and a few mare friends to chat it up with. I can't take this." And now her head hung low, as she shook it side to side rather sadly. "Just, don't blame Thunder. Please." Phantom wasn't sure what punishment she would recieve for 'treason', but she was certain she couldn't be executed. Not when she carried their damn king's foal. A foal which had grown large in size, and caused her to have quite the swollen stomach. It was clear this foal would be due within weeks, and once born, they could punish her. She didn't care anymore. As much as she loved Paige and appreciated Thunder, she simply couldn't lead this life anymore.
{{ Has Reaper been active lately? I was going to make Ghost's reply, but I'm not sure they've been around... If so, I'll post Ghost later. If not, he's open for young ladies~ }}
by azhefa. » Wed Jan 07, 2015 2:30 pm 
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