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Post by fallen on Jun 29, 2012 19:41:45 GMT -4
D I A B L O Joy was out and about looking for a home for the black stallion, and she had let him lose. His tall stature stood 17hh and he was of pure fresian blood. Feathered fetlocks rose and fell steadily as he moved further and further from the ranches. He was now on the outskirts and the only human scent he could find was the trace of Joy on him. The massive hellion snorted and threw his skull high, the summer breeze whipping his tassles from his dark vision.
Muscular yet lean bodice moved beautifully, his steps were high as was his head. Scarred pelt rippled with muscule as the sun gleamed off of his jet black coat, illuminating the outline of his muscules and scars. Broad chest puffed out as his ribs expanded, taking in air and scents. Diablo would be coming here often, whenever Joy let him be. Diablo smiled at the thought of his friend. She was not his owner liek many would think. Well, in human terms she was, but Diablo knew different. Joy loved him, as he loved her. Diablo would return to her no matter how far, or how long they would be apart.
The massive stallion came to a halt as he heard a sound come from the trees. His massive skull rose adn arched. His harks laying flat within his tendrils. Dark nasals flared as he stood tall. Dark visions were narrow and his entire bod was intimidating as he stood there waiting.
ooc; anyone can come! Diablo is a 'tame' horse though so no capturing him please! He just wanders off into the wild every so often
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Post by elsewere on Jun 29, 2012 22:07:21 GMT -4
Ni'ihau & Kaho'olawe
The two Lustiano brutes were rather out of their element, appearing rather strange amongst the leaves and twigs that scattered the ground. Their hooves beat the ground in a rhythmic pattern of one two one two and perhapes three and four because there were two of them. Being the more curious of the two, Ni'ihau pulled the small band forward weaving through the trees with a certain grace. Kaho'olawe remained behind thinking about why Andy had let them be for such a long period of time. It wasn't like him to get caught up with things, well he was a little bit of a slacker but he never really had to spend extra time on something. Andy left the two studs in a back pasture and eventualy Ni'ihau got bored and being a good brother Kaho'olawe went with him on his rediculous adventure no matter how weird it seemed.
The twigs cracked under the two brutes weight, they were not lacky creatures more of strong, thick. Sunlight trickled through the trees reflecting off the cremello and black hides that hid in secret under the trees. Kaho'olawe's ears flicked back when the wind blew nearest his ebony narse. Another stallion had come around these parts and in a hope to clear his brothers boredom, cantered a few strides ahead to stop in front of the charging Ni'ihau. Ni'ihau halted in urgence and tested the air as well picking up on his twin brothers idea. "Wonder who it is." Ni'ihau spoke to his brother and in response Kaho'olawe just turnned and started them off again but this time he lead.
The two soon saw a rather large frisian brute standing alone in a small grass clearing looking in their direction. Through blue orbs Ni'ihau saw him first then alerted Kaho'olawe to his discovery. They stopped and trunned to the stallion remaining in the trees, they weren't stupid. They however were not scared of the stallion, they weren't scared of much just weary. With a glance to each other they emerged out of the trees with ears pricked forward and a slight display of their power aproched the 17 hh stud. It was funny the similaritys between the two stallions were clearly visible in the sunlight. Kaho'olawe spoke first in his dark deep voice but not threatening in tone. "Hi there."
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Post by fallen on Jun 29, 2012 22:55:30 GMT -4
D I A B L O
The old stud was getting somewhat impatient. His large iron stomped at the terra as his massive skull tilted slightly to give his dark visions easier sight. AS he did, the black stud was surprised to see two younger stallions. IT wasn't so much that they were stallions that bothered the older brute, it was that they were young stallions. Diablo's skull straightened out and he studied the pair. They scented fimiliar as well looked to be of the same breeding. The little display they showed didn't go unnoticed.
Ebony hide twitched in irritance, Diablo wasn't the most sociable stallion out there. He was much more the leading type and the lone type. AS one of the brothers approached him, he didn't move. The only thing that broke his image of stillness was the subtle flick of his well kept flag. The wavy mass of hair settled between his hocks and a few inches from the ground. "Greetings." His voice was deep and cold. His scar ridden bodice twitching, in his own silent display of his experiance and power. Diablo was a wise stallion but a cruel and harsh one by nature. Diablo's thick skull rose up a bit more as he looked over each young stud.. he couldn't tell exactly how old the brothers were but Diablo was no fool. he was a bit over his prime at 12 years, but even then it wasn't a good idea to take on two younger brutes. Despite the obvious lack of experiance they would have, based on years.
The dark mogul gave a slight, attempt at a smile. It would seem more like a sinister, and crooked twitch of the lips. Feathered irons shifted his weight then as he figured he might as well inquire about the stallions if he was to be coming back often. "I am Diablo.. who might you young ones be." Diablo questioned, his right hark remaing in its sea of black and the left rising just slightly to alert the duo that they had his attention.
ooc; blah sorry, Diablo is an old grump.
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Post by elsewere on Jun 30, 2012 21:07:47 GMT -4
Ni'ihau & Kaho'olawe
Being the first to speak, Kaho'olawe was also the first to hear the black stallions "greetings". His words were not cruel but rather cold, harsh even. Kaho didn't pay any mind to his nature as he knew from his "mother" that a horse was either impacted to become that way or just born that way and couldn't exactly help it. From the looks of this stallion as well, he was handsom but past the time of what a horse would consider prime. Humans were a different story. Once a horse reached about 12 or 15 years of age they, to humans are considered the perfect age because the trianing is done and they "mellow out" to some significance. Ni'i tilted his head some at the stallions over all apperance, he was of the freisian race but taller than those Ni'i or Kaho had ever met. They thought it was rather nice, a type of rare sight.
UNFINISHED; sorry.
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