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Post by Seabiscuit on Feb 11, 2009 21:41:44 GMT -5
The bay mare limped along, blood dripping down her sides from fang marks and there was a long gash in her back left leg. Her white markings had turned pink and the snow sizzled underneath her as the hot blood touched it.
Arashi lifted her head tiredly, looking around and terror shot through her. She'd outrun a lone wolf that had attacked her and lost a lot of blood, and ended up somewhere worse.
The place where mares went to be claimed by stallions. She feared stallions more than anything else on earth, she turned, looking wildly for a place to hide. She was too exhausted to go any farther but she didn't want to be noticed.
The problem was her scent would probably lure any stallion in the area, she was in heat. |
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Post by Halo on Feb 11, 2009 22:35:32 GMT -5
Jynxed Halo is always on the lookout for those who need his help and the scent of blood yanks on his heartstrings so that he goes to investigate. But all his experience tells him that he should approach cautiously and slowly; a lot of mares he had met here have been wary of him as a stallion and he doesn’t want to frighten her. What makes things difficult on him is that when he gets close enough the aroma of her heat hits him like a bulldozer through the stench of blood. It knocks back his good judgment and he has to stop for several minutes to try to shake it off. “Stop it, Halo! You’re supposed to be different, not like the others.”
When he thinks he has himself back under control, he starts forward again, getting close enough to see her, within earshot. Stretching out his neck, he whinnies softly to her. He stays where he’s put, trying to push away the hormonal fog trying to cloud his mind.
~Jynxed halo |
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Post by Seabiscuit on Feb 13, 2009 20:13:58 GMT -5
Arashi realized a stallion was approaching and she bolted, throwing her head up wildly. She tried so hard to get away, instead ended up falling heavily to her knees at the base of the first tree she came to, maybe fifty strides away.
Her blood dripped down on the roots and she tore the skin on her knees. She nickered softly, praying he wouldn't hear and wouldn't follow. She just wanted to be alone, or as far away from any males as possible. Being in a herd of mares wouldn't be bad... It'd be wonderful actually. She wouldn't be alone and she wouldn't be scared. |
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Post by Halo on Feb 13, 2009 23:38:19 GMT -5
The brute can't help but to feel concern, overwhelming actually so that he feels compelled to follow. He just wants to help, but it seems that he might not get a chance to explain that. And if he did, she's so scared of him that it might not even matter in the long run. It would be a pity, yet he doesn't allow the fear of failure to stop him. He'll only quit when he's positive that she's positive that she doesn't want him around. Again, he approaches slowly, ears and neck and tail in a relaxed position and all sudden movements banished for collected and thought out actions. He has to prove himself harmless.
"Are you okay?" he asks softly, coming around to her front and to stop two body lengths away from her. He lowers his head slighlty to get a glimpse of her face, wanting to make eye contact. "You're hurt," he muses out loud, "mountain lion? No, wolf, right? That's not the work of a foul cat." The perlino stag lifts his head to motion towards his shoulder and flank where scars remain where a cougar had tried to make a meal out of him. "It hurts, I know it does. Will you be okay on your own?"
~Jynxed Halo |
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