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Post by Alanna on Nov 11, 2007 18:10:47 GMT -5
A thunder on the earth. Weaving with the river in twists and curves. White feathered hooves moved at a easy quick pace. Nostrals flared trapping as much air as they could and letting it out with sharp snorts. Slowly the pressure on his mouth slowed the stallion. Trotting neck arched proudly as he got a pat on the neck and a mutter of compliments from his mistress.
Alanna looked around her and let a hand rest on the top of her sowrd and the other held the reins. After a bit of trotting she stopped him letting him drink from the water as she dismounted. Streaching with a sigh still looking around her.
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Post by Hamlet on Nov 11, 2007 18:28:05 GMT -5
"To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer." Hamlet spoke to himself. He sat atop his mount as he stares fowards. he had no reigns, no saddle, just his mare and himself. She walked along easily as he once more continues,"The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?" His mare's auds flipped back and forth each time he spoke but he paid no mind to her. Infact he was off in his own little world. Head high as his cape rested against his mares rump as he sat high as well. He was of royal blood though as it could be seen, from time to time.. he didn't even act it.
He was known as the mad prince of Von Maur. The young lad who was literally driving himself in to insanity. " To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end." He breaths in and lets his eyes move up towards the sky. Even his mind was like a wreck. Mostly revolving around that girl.. Julianne. Why was he having such a heart ach because of her? Because he dragged her into something he didn't mean to? Or.. because...-
No matter how mean he can be to her. Scare her out of her wits... she still wants to care. He lets his eyes wander back down to see that he and his mare were heading towards the stream. He guessed she wanted something to drink for truthfully he wasn't leading her. She was going on her own.. it was like she was going for a walk and he was just tagging along.. She moved down the hill andhe glances around seeing now they weren't alone... -
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Post by Alanna on Nov 11, 2007 18:40:25 GMT -5
Alanna crouched down on the bank and touched the cool water watching the fish under the surface for a long moment. Satan snorted in the water scaring the fish that swam near by. Alanna pushed his muzzle away with a scold. She stood with a sih looking about.
"What do you think old boy", she asked the horse. She often consalted the stallion like he could answer her. He smiply nudged her. Sighing she handed him the apple from her pocket she brought for him. He chewed it noisily. Dark eyes crossed over the other side.
A horse and rider spotted hand went to her sword as she watched silently. Satan snorted and lifted his head. A nicker was given before he got a gentle but firm hit to the rump making him shake his head and trot a few paces away from her with a small buck wjich she ignored attention on unknown horse and rider.
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Post by Hamlet on Nov 11, 2007 18:56:09 GMT -5
Darkend path was content on just walking down toward the rivers side but when she heard a nicker. auds went erect and head postioned high as head turns towards that direction. Head rose towards the sky and gave a whicker back. Hamlet looks down at his mare as she pulled to a stop and he looks that direction also. There was the other he had noticed. But he had said nothing. he climbed off his mare as her auds flicked back and forth but she went towards the river.
He moved from his mare towards a rock and leaned against it. His head down and leg propped up behind him on it. He wasn't a very social one and you couldn't really say he would walk up to some one and be like. Hi. I am Hamlet you are?
That wasn't his style. He doesn't approach first. It just seemed to always get him into trouble. such as the situation with him and Julianne.
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Post by Alanna on Nov 11, 2007 19:10:37 GMT -5
Alanna watched his movments. Satan of course seeing a mare was intreged. He troted to the river oppiste of the mare with another whicker. Mentally she cursed her horse.
Hand left the sword but picked a dagger which hide in her palms blade agaisnt her wrist flat as she moved to grab his reins. "Stallions. You all think the same. Come on you big brute", she growled. Grabbing for him her horse move out of reach causing her to curse and grab for him again which he avoided again. "D*mn you", she muttered. The other forgotten for the moment.
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Post by Hamlet on Nov 11, 2007 19:37:33 GMT -5
His mares head was down as she drank the water, tail flipped up as she drank at the water When she heard the whicker she rose her head. Water dripped from her muzzle as she watches the stallion. Harks twitched back and forth and softly she whickers back. She stepepd fowards, "Don't think about it Path." He murmmured. The mare stopped from where she stood and shook her mane as she steps back and moves from the water.
Hamlet watches his mare and starts towards her but noticing the young lass still having trouble with her stallion. He chuckles lighlty. His brow rose as he watches them. Wanting to speak out to them, but he held his tounge No he couldn't speak to her... He would cause that same re occurance of mishaps to happen again. His eyes eyes wander to his mare who watched the stallion and her mistress and she steps fowards again. "Path. NO." He said but she kept walking. Since he had no reigns or anything he couldn't very well pull her back, She moved towards the Stallion. Hamlet broke into a run to catch his mare...-
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Post by Alanna on Nov 11, 2007 19:41:55 GMT -5
Satan seemed to want to ake a game of it. He moved close and when she made to grab him he troted off with a snort. After a bit of it she sighed and sat down panting. Hearing the mar she looked around and raised a brow.
A hand ran threw her hair as she caught her breath. Menatlly she called all sorts of curses to her stallion. Satan whickered in victory and trotted past Alanna giving her a nudge and near the mare wanting to greet her. Alanna made to get up but sighed figuring it was pointless. "Your well named you", she snapped after her stallion.
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Post by Hamlet on Nov 11, 2007 19:54:02 GMT -5
He trips over his feet as he chases after his mare. The sonner he got up towards her rump she would speed up. "Path. Stop." he said but she kept going so he finally slowed down and she was already nose to nose with the stallion. "d**n Mares." he said.
She just absolutely has a mind of her own it seemed. From time to time she would listen and then... others like this time, he would say something and let it go in one ear and out the other. But he guessed it wouldn't do much harm in meeting some one. Even if he didn't want to. Light brown eyes wander upwards as he seen the stallions mistress coming and he grabbed his mare's mane. He didn't expct his mare to get all suddenly girly fied with some stud. She was never this crazy. He pulled on her mane and pretty much only her head moved to the side she wasn't budging. As small as a little mare she may be, she did hold some muscle... some muscle that no one single man could move if she didn't want to go.. and right now.. She wanted to meet this lovely stallion.
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Post by Alanna on Nov 11, 2007 20:00:35 GMT -5
Alanna slowly moved after the draft that was her's. Belting the dagger roughly. "I'm going to skin you alive and... and... and then ooo i don't know but I have half the mind to kill you", she snapped to the stallion. Glare that was set for the stallion went to the mare's master. Eyes took him in and her eyes narrowed. She had an idea who he was. Grabbing the stallion's reins.
Satan took deep breaths of the mare's scent with soft low whickers deep in his throat alomst from his chest to her. Feeling a harsh tug on his mouth he lifted a hind leg in warning ans the pressure was instantly gone as his mistress moved out of range of a kick and watched him set his large hoof down again.
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Post by Hamlet on Nov 11, 2007 20:17:33 GMT -5
The mare pressed her nose into his as she breaths in deeply or at lest until her head was pulled away. "Come on." He grunted lowly. But watches has his mistress came towards the stallion. The mare whickered happily as she flipped her tail, nipping at him gingerly.
Hamlet rolled his eyes. "oh no.. young lass... No your not." he grabbed her by the ear and moved her head to the side. which she moved willingly away from the stallion.
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Post by Alanna on Nov 11, 2007 20:28:09 GMT -5
Satan whickered head tossing at the nip. Alanna quickly grabbed him as the mares master made her move. She put her wieght in forcing him back. Not an easy feat with a prancing excited stallion his size. At last she grabbed his reins and sat down forcing his head down using her weight to keep it down.
Dark eyes steady on Hamlet though. Satan snorted harshly at her but calmed head being forced down. But she didn't let him haqve his head just yet.
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Post by Hamlet on Nov 11, 2007 20:36:30 GMT -5
His mare circled round as she snorts and tries to break free from his hold. But sense he had her delicate ear... she wasn't going no where. "I know I should have had the reigns... But then again i didn't expect you to get stallion happy either." He growled at her lowly. The mare pleaded her case with soft little snorts and finally she stayed put with a very pouty look on her face. He glares down at her and let go of her ear. She shook her head, black and white mane tossing side to side as she lowers her head and snorts at the ground. a Puff of dirt flying in every direction.
He looks towards the woman who he could just feel the eyes of burning into him. He stares back. Of course he wasn't afraid of what she could do. He had the natural ability to copy just by one quick move and he could match it perfectly. He had the agility of a ninja and the speed of a cobra. You could say he was pretty confident in himself but none the less he didn't want trouble. He had enough as it is. "Sorry about her." he was that he said. "I didn't expect we would run into some one and her getting boy crazy." he said once more. His eyes wandered to his mare he lifted her front hoof and stomp the ground as if saying 'not so'
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Post by Alanna on Nov 13, 2007 7:16:13 GMT -5
After a moment eyes shifted away from the young man. She let Satan go but eyed him as though daring him to try and run off. The stallion looked at her then the other horse as though considering running off but he just lowered his head and nipped at the grass.
Alanna looked at the male when he spoke she gave a grunt getting to her feet. "It's fine", she said gruffly,"He knows better than to disobey anyway" She shot a glare at the horse who flickered his tail as though ignoring her. Dark brown eyes rolled and she streached looking around to be sure of danger.
Pleased nothing snuck up while chasing her cursed mount she turned and put her attention to the issue at hand. He was not from Citadel and discriptions labled him perhaps royalty by the way he held him-self it was true. Arms crossed. Her stance was someone trying to figure out what to do wth a subject at hand. Alanna was a warrior the very build of her seemed to say so. Lean and agile.
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Post by Hamlet on Nov 17, 2007 15:09:27 GMT -5
Hamlet watches her for a second before his eyes went to his mare who kept her auds pinned back in complete anguish of him. he nods. "same.. She's usually well behaved." he turns his back on the lass and starts away. For once he wasn't feeling so snappy even with the tone she used. Usually his mind would start to reverse him back up into his psychotic ways.
Path pinned her ears back at him as she kept her head lowered towards the ground. Back leg raising up as tail whips against the back of her white legs. Such a vicious female she could be yet he wouldn't trade her for anything. Looking over his shoulder he says in a mild tone, nothing threatening pretty much.. Just... nothing. "names hamlet." he said looking at her.
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Post by Alanna on Nov 19, 2007 7:30:58 GMT -5
Alanna gave a nod at his words. When his back turned she unclipped her sword from her belt and put it on the saddle in its place less weight better off that way. Putting the reins around Satan's neck and making sure it gave him just enough room the graze.
His words made her turned her head and look at him. Studing him for a moment. "I figured as much. Alanna", she said simply. It wasn't her fault she had such horrible socail skills she just didn't get along well enough to gain any by conversing or anything with anyone. It was rare she had such a long conversation with a Von Maur without drawing blade on him or her. let alone a stranger. Those tend to find her rough and unwelcoming. Normaly go long before now.
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