So Not Lost (open :D)

[simplydexterous]

[bg=lightyellow][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,400,table] Black Snow The brute slid around the lands, looking smugly pleased with himself. For once, his coat looked pristine, if not a little long. His grounds had treated him well and he constantly lazed about, washing his canvas in the loftily drifting waters, grazing on the tender shoots that came with early summer, and enjoying the blazing sun under the shade of a tree. He hadn't felt quite so content in a very long time, if ever. Furrowing his brow, he tried to recall when indeed he had felt so... Pampered, and deemed that it had to be in the womb of his mother. Stretching out his lithe form, and glints of deep brown hit his otherwise pure ebony colouring, an aspect that came with intense summer sun. The white splash that dazzled his rump was a soft cream, unmarked with earth. He looked like a pretty boy, something he was both un-use to, and thought was slightly derogatory. The stallion was a dark beast, and he seemed to be slowly loosing his edge. Not only did he need something to liven him up, he also needed a good fight. However, he seemed to have little competition here. The grey stallion seemed to have disappeared, at least for the time being, and even then he wouldn't have been much of an enemy. Too much of a baby boy, too soft on the mares, of what he had witnessed. Black Snow could be a charmer and normally preferred to have vixens follow him rather than having to force them to come back to his lands, but he liked to get the thrill of being dominant... When he could be bothered. And of late, he simply couldn't be. Snorting and extending his neck to shake his skull back and forwards, he suddenly picked up his tail, holding it like a peace-offering flag, and bolted towards the looming of trees. The pines brought memories to him in full force, and he continued, deeper, eyes darting everywhere. He nickered softly, hoping for someone familiar, someone for simple pleasurably company. OOC//: Gahh, rushed D:

[Dove]

Moss, as was her nature, was in a particularly bad mood today. Nothing was bothering her, in particular, and yet, everything was. The annoying song birds basked in sunlight and tweeted and twitted their hearts away. The sunshine was glaring and nice, but, it annoyed Moss as well. There was slight summer breeze but that was just ruffling her now short summer coat. She stood trying to determine the source of all this irritability.

She screamed loudly, as a horse sometimes will do and trotted from the meadow she had been laying in to the nearby forest. The trees were relatively small compared to the towering pines of the Pine Forest and there was a lot of flora and fauna to trip over, as the plants sat there, without telling you and the squirrels and small critters galloped about under your feet.

She bobbed her head, trying to discern what was making her have a day like this, on a day like this. Maybe it was because Sienna hadn't been anywhere to be seen and Moss was worried? Or perhaps she hadn't had a good fight with someone, with her mouting off and being the sarcastic grump she was? Maybe she had an access of area to explore and no where to go? She stamped her hooves while thinking about what was missing.

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[bg=lightyellow][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,400,table] Black Snow Shaking his elegant head, he snorted, rolling his eyes as the sun heated his carcass. It was lovely and warm, and half of him just wanted to laze around alone. He yawned comically at the thought of just returning to his lands and swimming. However, it was an interesting proposal and he was certain to do it if he didn't have any company. However, he continued to wander, dun hooves sinking gently into the earth, his nostrils flared as he gently took in all the scents about. Everything about his new home lands was... fresh. New. As if it had been born from the world only recently, and he liked that the area wasn't crowded. Sure, he would be fine, if not somewhat happy, if the lands were crowded with mares, but with stallions? He shuddered, but resisted the impulse to grin. Horses, foals, ponies of his own gender he never could be bothered with. It always ended in fights, possibly the one good thing that brutes were good for. Finally the mostly thoroughbred animal caught a whiff of equine- deliciously feminine. Immediately he wanted to head off at a gallop and stretch his limbs a little more, but held back, setting off at an extended trot. He loved to fully extend himself, feel the pull of muscles, and knew he looked impressive when he did so with is big moving paces. He bucked, anxious to see the mare who's scent was clear in his way. It was familiar, but he couldn't quite bring it to mind. Soon enough he caught sight of his newly found company, and eagerly whinnied a greeting, rearing classically like a stallion, tossing his fine cut head in the light breeze before setting off towards her at an exuberant trot. He could put the stench to the pretty face now- A little exotic bay mare who had, in her own way, flirted with him earlier. Smiling with delight, he moved forwards, cantering in a very collected way to meet the vixen. Black Snow stepped in to muzzle her, tried to breath into her nostrils, a friendly, if a little bit passionate, greeting. Then he skittered around her, nipping once at her rump before darting back to face her with zeal in his eyes. "Madam Moss! How lovely to see you so soon again. What is a beautiful mare like yourself doing about?" He grinned, ears flickering as he waited for a reply, legs far behind him in a classically Morgan pose. OOC//: Ehh.... Needs to get better.

[Dove]

The stallion trotted with purpose and drive into her little clearing. He reared up showing his beautiful coat off and his muscled body. She looked up and smiled, Ah yes, Black Snow, quite the charmer.

"Madam Moss! How lovely to see you so soon again. What is a beautiful mare like yourself doing about?"

"Flattery will get you everywhere." She snorted somewhat distractedly.

Her eyes were somewhat unfocused and her attention was spot lighted on the little niggling thing in the back of her mind that was making her have such an irritable mood. She forced herself to come back to reality and smiled and her new companion.

"Me? I'm not sure beautiful is the word, irritable maybe? I'm just wandering around, no place really in mind. Although it's quite nice to see your handsom self again." Moss smiled in full now, her problem put aside for the moment. She reverted back to her habit of pawing at the ground, tearing it and scoring it again and again.

"So, what are you doing in this forest?" She flicked her black mane and cocked her ears, listening to the little twerps and twits of birds around them.

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[bg=lightyellow][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,400,table] Black Snow He tossed his head majestically and watched her appraise him. Well, she kind of had to when he intruded so much into her personal space. She smiled in a shrewd, humoured way, and he batted his long ebony lashes at her in return. He was feeling very gentle and persuasive today, and immediately went to step closer to the pretty little bay mare and be affectionate. Stepping forwards he rubbed his muzzle over her face, familiarizing her already familiar scent, and cheekily licked her lips, before retreating to look her over and smile gently. He sort of wanted to move his way around to her rump- but somehow guessed he would get a good kick and wanted her company anyhow. And he also wasn't in the mood to force it. Instead, he whickered to her and flicked his ears forwards, making him look very fine, show quality. "Flattery will get you everywhere." She spoke, and he remembered that it was something the little thing had said to him before. Before, she hadn't given him a chance to speak, but now he opened his kissers and addressed her. " My Moss, it seems to do just that for me." He bowed, nimbly reaching over with his neck to kiss her anywhere he could, before chuckling and diving backwards. He trotted quickly in circles, finding it hard to relax when there was a nagging of something, perhaps lust, was tugging at him. Still, he could contain it and cantered in tight rings in front of her. It had been to long since he had taken a mare, and he was going to go crazy if he was calm for any much more time. "Me? I'm not sure beautiful is the word, irritable maybe? I'm just wandering around, no place really in mind. Although it's quite nice to see your handsom self again." His invisible brows furrowed over his dark eyes. "Ah, my delicous Moss. Are you trying to play hard to get?" He strode forwards, ears pricked and expression sympathetic. He landed a kiss on her muzzle, before walking a very tight circle around her, nibbling at her rump, neck and a few strands of her tail. "My lovely Moss. You must stop playing with me." He tutted, shaking his head and allowing a cascade of ebony to fall across his head. "But-" He smiled again- "I agree with your second statement. I am handsome. " He had withdrawn from being so close to her, but was within distance of being able to breath in her nostrils. He watched with humour as his prize pawed at the ground- a rather interesting habit. He wondered how often, and how much she did it, but was promptly interrupted when she spoke again. "So, what are you doing in this forest?" He pondered for a second, gnawing his lip, before he leaned forwards and spoke in her face, grinning with his sharp pearls. "Me, Darling? I was waiting for you. What are you waiting for is a much better question!" Word Count:// 520 OOC//: Sorry D; Muse//: Bad

[Dove]

Moss tap, tap, tapped her hooves tearing the grass away from the soil in which it so desperately held. She snorted, Hard to get? Now considering I'm just standing here taking your little loving nips and kisses instead of ripping your vocal cords from the throat in which these tempting words come out of and kicking your barrel so I can be alone like I so love to be, I don't think I'm being hard to get at all, not that I would be so violent as to rip out your throat, maybe just kick it too, then no blood'll get on me. Yeah, that'd be easier.

Moss paused in her ground scrapping and stood still, Where are these violent and mean thoughts coming from? Why am I in such a, um, how do you say, cruel and viscous mood? She shrugged in an un-horse like fashion and came back to reality just in time to register Black Snow speaking again.

Handsome? Well, yes he is. "Ha, yes that may be true but, that's no way to go on about it, complimenting yourself just makes you seem conceited, but, I guess everyone is." Moss snorted again and wondered why she was feeling so talkative, what was this feeling in her stomach, she almost felt, happy? No, that's not it something deeper, more passionate. She had just met this horse for the second time and she felt lust for him, of course just for company, right?

She stamped her hove on that thought, squashing it like a bug, she wanted nothing to do with the male population. She flicked her tail and snapped out at him right as he moved away. That puzzled her, why did he just leave, oh yes, it might be because I snapped at him...

"Me, Darling? I was waiting for you. What are you waiting for is a much better question!"

Hmmm, what was I waiting for? She cocked her head, distracted again from her brief anger, she was still fiered up and ready to snap, but, she was caught off guard by a very simple question. "I wasn't waiting, I was exploring, there are differences. But, of course, tis' not matter. It's a stupid thing waiting, doing nothing, and yet so much more enjoyable then the company of those jacked up males I talk to, oh, no offense of course!" Moss knew what she was saying and did it purposefully, she needed to see how he would respond, she needed to see proof he wasn't just trying to get his way with her and dump her off for the vultures.

Moss reared tossing her head, she needed to stretch out her muscles, they'd only been chatting for moments, a few minutes at most and she had been so tensed the whole time, she just needed to relax, not to much, she mustn't loose her guard, but, just enough so her back didn't die of soreness.

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[bg=lightyellow][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,400,table] Black Snow (his picture) He was getting a little nervous and anxious as he strolled back and forth in front of his mare. She seemed very temperamental, and as he looked her over he realized for the first time that she was taller than he was. The bay pretty seemed almost vicious, as if she would love to kill him and get back to being alone. She seemed like the kind of mare who would actually but... He snorted, shaking his elegant head and pushed the topic to the back of his mind. His head seemed to be constantly filled with pestering questions, things that he knew he could not answer, like if there was life after death, if he could keep his land active, if another stallion would come and annoy him soon, and he put it down to having to much spare time on his hands. He wanted his lands to be filled with pretty females eager for stallions and eager for him. He only wanted brutes that were his offspring in his terra, maybe a second in command. In fact, he made up his mind that he would find a stallion willing to be his second, as soon as possible... He shuddered. Having another stag co-own, or at least have some control, over his land was a hard proposition for Black Snow, but it was better than to have some odd stallion running around his lands, thinking he could claim somewhere else. Snarling, he turned to stare at the proof that he was indeed very attractive, a pretty bay mare who was less than gentle and eager for him. Grinning cheekily, staring around at the trees that surrounded them. In many ways they reminded him of the Black Forest, his previous haunt, and so he would quite possibly use this land a fair but. Half rearing and rolling his eyes, he whipped his tail against his rump, landing his forelegs just in front of his new mare. Even as he did that, he could sense something was wrong with his prize. The air around her was tense, anxious, and he suddenly picked up why. She was getting very grumpy, and he smirked. Immediately a strange feeling enveloped him, one he realised was guilt. Guilt? What was that for? More of the questions he refused to answer poured into his thinking space and he hastily shook them away. Her ears weren't pinned but she looked slightly angry. His smile left his face, and he turned to face her head on. Her words came with a curious tone, amused, and he grew excited, skittering on his long stilts, and throwing his skull. "Ha, yes that may be true but, that's no way to go on about it, complimenting yourself just makes you seem conceited, but, I guess everyone is." He nodded, looking delighted, before opening his onyx kissers to purr out in his liquid voice. "Moss, are you conceited? With your beauty, you truly should be more vain then i am." Stepping forwards, he brushed his muzzle against hers, across her golden jaw, down the side of her neck, and across her spine, he was basically petting her in a non-platonic fashion. Brief nips on her skin, soft kisses, trying to calm her. He tugged gently at her mane, willing her to step forwards, but not yet forcing her. He guessed that his sweet little mare would turn nasty and stubborn if he tried anything she did not like, and knew he was correct as he caught the glimmer in her eye. Raising a brow, he snorted, stepping around to her rump, softly shoving her with his head with barely any force. She was such a pretty little thing he really didn't want to damage her. He wanted her to go to his lands, but wasn't about to drag her. he darted away, careful of flying hooves, turned to face her with a slightly steely look in his eye and once again spoke. He did his own impersonation of big puppy dog eyes, sort of pleading, reassuring, and mostly gentle but very firm. His vixen seemed a little preoccupied, and as if to prove his point that she was away with the fairies, she titled her head with confused before she answered his previous question. "I wasn't waiting, I was exploring, there are differences. But, of course, tis' not matter. It's a stupid thing waiting, doing nothing, and yet so much more enjoyable then the company of those jacked up males I talk to, oh, no offense of course!" He shook his head, and followed her lead as she reared, balancing his weight on his powerful white splashed quarters. "You really would like my lands... I would be so kind to you, promise." He called, flicking his skull back in the air, the white of his eyes showing. It was a challenge for her to speak in such a manner, and rear soon after that, and he accepted. He nipped while still in the air, his forelegs scrapping at nothing. " I only ask for company my dear Moss!" He echoed, not willing to go back to four legs before she did. Word Count:// 876 OOC//: He's a crazzzyy nutter Muse//: Alright

[Dove]

Her hooves slammed onto the ground again and she flicked her mane. "Be nice to me? Oh how... nice." Moss said bitterly. Now, why are you being such a sour apple? Hmmm, why am I being such a sour apple? Oh yeah because I am a sour apple.

She snapped at him again, her maw closed on thin air inches from his shiny coal pelt and she paced agitatedly away, Where was Sienna? I hope she is okay... Moss stamped her hooves as she watched him with a faraway expression. That's probably what's bugging me, the fact that these two horse popped into my life, the make me worried about someone that isn't myself. She sighed and came back, once again, to reality.

"Company is what made me like this! They rip you apart secretly and talk about you behind your back, which is always so much fun to hear." Moss spit out, she was angry, which was obvious, but, she shouldn't necessarily be angry at him. He hasn't done anything yet.

But, alas males were a despicable race. Only wanting other for their own amusement, and they had oh-so many ways to torture the faes all about. He's probably one of those types, like they all are.

"I'm sorry if I may be upsetting you. But grow up, not all the fems' are going to fall into your ready lap and go 'happily ever after.' Moss said with a condescending tone. She was playing with fire here, tempting the already somewhat offended and uneasy horse into being the brute Moss thought he was. Maybe she should calm down and be a little nicer... Ha, as if!