A new start

[Ray]

S E L I N E

A soft and chilling breeze fluttered past the creamy colored mare. Her long banner was flushed into the air, and her tassels tossed back and forth. It was the long season of winter in the land, as if appeared. The soft feeling of the snow below her flints was a welcome the dirt. It was soft, and felt cussioning, it was a feeling that was welcomed. The only current problem facing the wench, was that food seemed to be more scarce here. She was only merely passing by, but her stomach was a constant reminder of who long it had been since she had last eaten. It cold air, didn't make her tense, more like made her relax. Her guard was down, a rather rare thing for this devine lady. Her soft brown eyes were peering up ahead, but she was reluctant to remember to scent the air. A poor choice on her part, but she would have to live with it for now. Your typical palomino mare, generally was know to be light, or neutral, with some mare that didn't seem to fir. Seline, on the other hand, was a pure dark, rebellious, and unpredicatable as the wind. Who could easily change course at a momentss notice, and it would always surpise you with a sudden breeze, or a chillin gust.

Coming here, joining a herd had not even crossed her mind. She honestly, was new the all of the surrounding terra, a wench that most of the horses here would not have ever seen before. Her long creamy tail was lightly skiming the soft ground, snow building up at its tip. A thing that could have easily been shaken off. Her soft eyes turned her attention to what lay ahead of her. It was a calm day, and Seline felt generally, calm. Her guard was down, and she almost had a lost apperence. Sure she didn't know where she was, but what did it matter? She had no real destination, to lost wasn't a real term to her at the moment. Her flints were leaving some freash tracks in a long trail behind her. Making it easily for anyone to have been following her. In Seline's past, she never really fit into the one other herd that she had been in. Her rebellious behavior wa not favored, but then again, it was her mistake to have even been in that dreaded terra. But lets keep that snipit of info to outselves.

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[Halo]

Joker is running just to run, his violet bod a streak in the air as he pushes his muscles to give him greater speeds as he rushes across the snow covered terrain. His breath steams before his face with every enthused pant, his ears pointed forward with excitement and his head and tail held high with exhilaration. He makes a break through the forest of crystal trees, dodging and ducking around trunks and low branches and making tracks behind him. A log is before him, but, bunching his muscles, he clears it in a bound and lands firmly upon the ground with no hassle.

The dark king whinnies out a shriek and arches his back, turning his sprint into a buck, all four hooves leaving the ground as he does. His mane thrashes through the air and against his thick neck, his tail swishing with energy as he comes back to earth with a quiet thud of heavy flints. His heaves a big breath of air and huffs it out before setting to breathing heavily as his lungs return to their normal work order.

But what’s this? He notes a long line of footprints in one direction and as he follows them with his eyes he notes the golden being not far from where he stands now. To hell with catching his breath! His pistons strike the ground as they pick him into a trot and then into a fluid lope. He passes the fae and then turns to throw his head and call to her in a whinny, returning towards her with an added kick of his hinds into the air. “Hello, femme,” he greets as his bobs his head once more in her direction. “What brings you to my lands of Darkened Frost here in the Highlands?”
~Joker

(OOC: Sorry…not so good)

[Ray]

Long gloden mane was blowing with a slight bit more of force at the moment. Her golden tassels wavering across her face. She bent her neck, letting her muzzle skim the snow lightly. It sent a icy shiver down her spine, for the skin around her nose was not as durable aganst the cold. Obviously, no food was to be found here. It must be somewhere else. She could easily tell that at least a few horses came to this area regularly, for in some areas, the snow was no as the thick, and some very faint hoof print were found. They looked to be rather old, curous as to why they had not been ingulfed by snow already. Standing in a backdrop of pure white, her golden coat should not have been that hard to spot. With her guard being as low as it was, she was completly oblivious to the stag who was a bit to close for her not to have noticed yet.

A quick gust of wind rushed past her, but quickley settle, and then there was no breeze what so ever. A bit nerving in Seline's opinion. She gave her mane a quick shack, not to rid herself of flies as it normally would have, proboley just because it was habbit, but not a very continues one. One thing that made this place appealing to her, was the face was that it was to cold for flies to liver here, so staying here would have if benifits. A sudden figure rushed past her, giving her a bit of a startle to be honest. She looked up, seeing the stag coming up to her. He appeared to be broud, and masculine, in her standards anyways. His coat was a violet color, with a unigue appearnce. All over all, she would have to say he did look like he would take on anyone who crossed his path. But what she didn't know, was that he was a Lead Stag.

She seemed to have overlook the factor that he he said 'my' when speaking of the lands. So, of course, she was adressing him as an equil, possibley as someone lower than her if that was what she thought, which may not work out in her favor. Darkened Forest? Well, she had never heard of it, or of Joker for that matter. Of course, with her personailty usually varying between Spunky, Flirty and Rebellious, those were bound to be what she was like around him. "Whats it to you?" she asked, spunkness obviouslly being what overtook her. But she was yet to realize, she made a mistake, one that she may, or may not regret in the future, depending on the stags reaction. She tossed her mane in a elegant and almost flirty manner. What a strange wench now huh?

[Halo]

Joker’s green orbs narrow aggressively, ears folding back to prove his mood, at the impudence of the wench standing before him with her arrogant attitude displayed high and mighty. He stomps his foot hard on the ground, stamping the snow into a compact disk beneath his dagger. Such disrespect just doesn’t go well with the lead stag, like an aggravating stroke against the grain of his pelt. It’s under his skin now, biting and gnawing at his nerves and begging to be addressed.

“I believe when addressing the Lord of a land you are supposed to be carrying a different note on that tune you’re singing,” he growls and takes an authoritive step forward. He is not this mare’s equal and he will make sure she knows that one way or the other. Oh, he’d prefer just to command it naturally, but he’s willing to go at lengths to get it. Judging by the prettiness of this vixen, he’d rather just gain it without force, but it isn’t beyond him to mar a lovely pelt.
~Joker

(OOC: Sorry…blah…)

[Ray]

Lord? Oh shoot. Well, whats said was said. Her long golden tail flicked, settling at the side. She tossed her mane, her tassels were picked up by the wind and reminded in mid air, for just a moment there. Her golden coat was scarless, for now that is, by the way of her attitude, she was lucky not to have one yet. But whenever she could tense a beating coming, she would just talk her wya out of it. So, she is talking to a lord huh? Definate change of mood knowing his statis over the lands. If she angered him to greatly, troulbe would be a possible outcome. She took a brief pause, think of what she should say to a....lord. She was not the type who would treat someone high and mighty, and gravel at their feet for what she said earlier.

Finally, she spoke in a sweet, seductive sounding ton. A lord huh? Well now, thats quite a title you have. she said lightly. She did a small side step, and got a better view of the stag. From a new view, he did appear more....large she she knew she was. Her frame was more delicat and elegant, while his was brod and masculine. Yeah, best not to pick a fight with him.

((Bleh...lol Lack of muse, but not to bad of a past =3))

[Halo]

Joker can tell that she is sizing him up when she side-steps to a position where she can get a better look at him. Despite the small hint of expression that manifests itself on her visage he is proud not to change his expression. The Lord does not want to make the impression upon this mare that he is so easily moved from one mood to the next just by a little bit of flattery or flirty words. No, he’s solid and is not easily toppled. So he simply snorts aggressively at her lyrics.

“I suppose so,” he remarks, appearing unfazed by her attempt to sweet talk her way out of his bad mood. “So, what is your intentions on my lands, dear?” he repeats himself, taking further steps forward until he is about face to face with her. He resists the urge to reach out and touch her, instead holding his pose high and proud, not wanting to brook no argument about who is actually in charge here.
~Joker

(OOC: Sorry, my post stinks…)

[Ray]

His expression hadn't changed a bit, a small factor that did tend to worry her. He was so...so stern. She tossed her mane lightly, and at the slow pace of a walk, circled around him once, her eyes didn't appear to be hard, but thats just the beauty of thing, how she can just mask the devilish gleam that was hidden. She slolwy closed her eyes when she had heard him snort. Well now, she may have to try and soften up this stag. He needed to lighten up a bit, and relax. Her smooth, and still flirty vocals sounded, shattering the utter silence. My intentions? Well now, let's see. she said pausing, not quite in thought. She looked up at him, Well, I supose I'm just drifting. she said in a cool, relaxed, and yet flirty voice. If you knew anything about her, you would know by now, that she is paractically always talking in a flirty suductive ton.

She tossed her banner to the side. When she looked back at him, she realized that he was partically up in her face. Clearly an act of showing his domoniance over her. Instead of pinning her ears back like a mare would usually do, her perked forward. He stance was so high, and proud. He must be a good lead, from Seline's point of view at least. But he didn't need to act like that around her, she was no idiot, but she always would push her weight around. She felt a bit uncertian of what it is that she should say to him, so she remained silent. She had a distinct feeling as though he was one of those stag, who would not left you leave after he caught to tresspassing on his lands.

[Halo]

“Drifting, huh?” he speaks, eyes watching her for a moment before his pillars carry him in a circle around her, brushing his pelt against hers as he goes until he comes up shoulder to shoulder with her. Faintly he touches her neck, running his maw down its pretty length. He breathes heavily against her nape, stirring the strands of her mane and warming the skin beneath her fine golden coat. Joker allows himself to relax a little on the outside. He can be a fun, good-time loving guy, and maybe it’ll work for his benefit if she knows that.

With a light nip he shrugs his powerful shoulders and rotates his rump around to be perpendicular to her, a grin dazzling up his violet features as a gold forelock hangs over the one side of his face. “But why drift when you can settle down in one of those places you drift through?” he asks, hinting. “Stick around here and Joker will take mighty good care of you.” He refers to himself in the third person with a chuckle threatening to burst in on his level of ‘cool’.
~Joker

(BLAH! Sorry…muse is fading in and out.)