Re: A Stallion's Search {Reposted, ALL WELCOME. M/E}

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Fantazcha watched Phoenix, she bobbed her head, thrusting it from side-to-side. She snorted, pawing the earth roughly, flignign up dirt. She stopped and circled around Athair before she was soon resting beside him. She took in a deep breath, flicking her tail for Phoenix to meet her side. She looked over at Athair, " Shall we be on our way?" She asked with her velvet voice ringing. Her electric blue eyes blazing into his, as she awaited an answer. Her muscles shifting, popping out of her shinny black coat. Her body seemed to sway as she stood still.

[• Echo]

Athair was still, his tall, lean body a dark statue amid the sparkling emerald green fields. His eyes were the only things that moved; dark orbs filled with ease and content. They danced with amusement as they followed the tow dancing mares, although he felt no inclination to join in with their follies. For now, he was content to just watch them dance.

Phoenix sidled up beside him, her flaxen colored coat in stark contrast to his pitch black, ebony body. Athair dipped his head forward, his heavy forelock falling down his long nose. As she began to prance around him, he seemed to come back alive, lifting one heavy yet sleek foreleg and striking at the ground, flinging up bits of dirt and grass. The muscles in his shoulders rippled with power from years of galloping through the desert. As Phoenix moved away from him, he came forward, snapping his legs up high, his nose tucked in, tail flagged. He moved with masculine power and grace, a noble, proud creature that had seen years of life when many had fallen at ages much younger than his own. Although he looked Friesian, he also carried Thoroughbred blood, as well as Arabian and other desert breeds, which was where his height and sleeker build came from. But his Friesian lines were dominant, accounting for his thickness, his feathered legs, his heavy mane and tail, and his signature pure black colouring with no markings.

Tossing his head, he took off in a slow, thudding canter, stretching his neck out more before him. It felt good to run again, the grass muffling the sound of his hoofbeats. His gait was long and smooth, and with little sound emitted from his movements, it seemed more like he was floating. Turning his head slightly to eye the mares, he whickered to them.

[• Echo]

( I was thinking of making a topic in Whispering Flats for the herd, and we could just continue there..? )

[Guest]

(Sounds God to me) Merra watched them smiling And gigling but she didn't join, she was a horrible dancer in her opain. She watched their graceful elagent strides timpted to join them as they strode along And watched Athire as he started a gallop with such power And grace at his whinny she couldn't hold back And reared shaking her main And landed with a sort of hard thud moving her head in a werried way before galloping forward towards him quickly powerful limbs moving fast till by his side

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Fantazcha let out a fierce neigh, striking down her front feathered hoof. She bobbed her head, turning away from the crew. She jumped up over a log and burst out into the sunlight, wanting to race down the moorland towards home. She bucked out with powerful legs, that rippled with strength was muscline build. She snorted roughly, landing heavily on all fours when she pounced high up in the air. She jerked herself around, thrusting forward with such grave-strong force. Fantazcha twisted her head in a circle and bringing it up in the air, she let out a neigh of thrumiph. Fantazcha trotted to a jog and haulted, lifting her head high to let the wind beat upon her slender form. She wanted to race, like back in the days when she would race with the wind. Desert all around her, and others to compete with. But there was soemthing missing, a human. Once a human rode on her back, she was a strong and elegent mare. With graceful movements and styles. It was like she had wings that carried her with blazing speed, like a tramendus machine. Fantazcha was a mix breed between, Friesian and Throughbred-the strongest bloodline of throughbreds-. That's how Fantazcha got her look and form from. Her slender balance and graceful beats of movements, also the speed and stamina, the endurance that carried along the track towards the finish line.

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Phoenix

Her bronze coat shone in the sun as she dance on powerful legs, laughing as Athair thundered behind her. She knew she had triggered something inside of him while she has pranced about and around him. And as he and the other mares joined him on the far side of the clearing she dipped her head low and snorted before raising up in a small rear and trotting over to to the small herd. She stood before Athair, her breath quick and her wiry muscles rippling under her coat. She looked deep into his eyes and touched her nose to his quckly before racing off to join Fantazcha, a wide grin on her face all the while...

(Sooo r we playing in the Whispering Flats now??)

[Guest]

The pure Arabian had a look come apone her face that was like a smirk And usually made other look at her. Merra kicked up the paste her long Arabian legs lashing out quickly then returnimg to her barrle as she was quickly behind them then kept goimg not sweat her mane lashed backwards And she slowly pulled in front of the, slightly dhowimg off before she was way ahead of them And still going she finally stopped when they wher just three dots to her. She turned And reared whinnimg to them, "If I couldn't run I'd die." She then landed pawing her strong leg on the ground adrenalin rushing through her blood she was pumed now.

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Fantazcha grinned, glancing from side-to-side. For a moment she stood there, waiting. Then it was as if she had gathered all her energy below her and she sprinted off. Taking large lengths in sprints as she flashed down the moorland. It was as if she was invisible as she raced, driving forward, her neck out and she pumped her back legs forward quickly then leaped infront of them and now she was moving like a tramendus machine, surging down the meadow. She laughed and threw her head up, she haulted. Dust of dirt flying up as she did so, she began to dance around in the middle. Her gracefull movements reflecting her muscels as they shifted under her black coat. Fantazcha's head lowered to the ground, and hooves popping up and down as they beated upon the heavenly surface. Hooves criss-crossing, body leaning side ways as she moved. She arches in her head, allowing her silken midnight mane to flow freely around her as she does her tail. Her electric blue eyes stand out against her black coat like coal from the mines, as she danced with such passion and momentum. It was like a beautiful rythum of beats. She danced like a black lining that reflected in the bright sun, sand flinging up around her masculine body. The mare's coat shimmered with strenght as the sun shone off it, a flowing mane clothed on her back neck, tail held out high like an Arabian.

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Phoenix watched as Fantazcha suddenly took off with tremendus speed, thundering down the valley. The bronze mare whinnied after her and reared up high, her gloden legs striking out into the air, her flaxen mane wafting around her forehead and neck like it was pocessed. She brought her chest down low, keeping her forelegs from touching the ground before leaping foward, the muscles straining in her hindquaters as she took off after Fantazcha in the cloud of dust. Phoenix's legs pounded the ground rythemicly before she came to a sudden stop, and spun sidewards, so to create more dust.


And she to joined the black mare in dance, syncrenizing (lol i can't spell that ) her movements with hers. Gracefully menovering her long bronze legs, her neck arched out, nostrils flaired and her mane and tail floating through the air, glistening in the fadding sunlight. Phoenix looked sideways at Fantazcha and grinned, delighted and full of joy she called out for Athair to join them, raising her noble head high she let out an echoing neigh, before she bounded once and reared slightly again before moving up next to the black mares flank and continued their amazingly elegant and breath taking dance in the decreasing dust and fading light...

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Imia sw the herd take off and she cantered up on fast little legs, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she ran as fast as she could to catch up with them. The wooly winter coat on her hide fell off in tufts and her small feathery legs shed some of thh fur on them. Imia sighed a breath of relif as the last of her winter coat was shed and wind hit her body, running through her coat like fingers. Adrenaline reached her body and she caught up to The same length as Pheonix's rump.

[Guest]

As soon as they caught up with her Omerra didn't give them a chance to pass her And turned gallopimg neck to neck with Franz till she stopped to dance bit Merra kept running And running she had the need for speed. The bronze colered mare glinted in the sun as it headed down inch by inch. Merra didn't slow down till onve aging they where all dots. She then knowing they couldn't see her started to dance

[• Echo]

( Yes, we are, I'll make the topic then post the link here. )

[• Echo]

https://horseisland.rpg-board.net/t10336-under-the-sun-open-mature

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