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Post by anouk on May 22, 2012 22:10:31 GMT -5
ANOUK [/size][/font] Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother [/font][/right] Since when did the forest get so thick? She thought silently to herself. She sighed heavily as she leaped over a fallen tree. It had been so much more enjoyable making her routes when she was six, even when she was ten. But now it was getting difficult to move though the thick undergrowth and she wasn't as a nimble as she had once been. But she was still in prime condition, even if the years were beginning to catch up to her.
The golden matron broke into a canter, rocketing up a hill, the soft leaf litter giving way under her weight. Once she peaked the hill she came to a stop, taking a deep breath. She let the scents on the air rest in her throat, fill her nose. Her harks swiveled around, catching ever sound that filled her forest. This was her home and she did not take kindly to outsiders invading not only her privacy, but the privacy of her children.
The wind danced upon the leaves like a whisper. The swallows chirped out a sweet melody as the other woodland creatures called out to each other. This was her home and she would not trade it for the world. When she was sure that all was safe and began to move once more. She wove her way through the clusters of trees, back down to the waters. The forest may be home, but the other lands under her and her sects control had to be monitored too.
It was not required for her to make routes, checking for danger. But this is all she has really known and it kept her busy. Ever since her betrayal she has only wanted to be alone with her forest and her children. The trees began to thin and the bubbling of a stream tinkled through the air. Anouk came to a halt by its banks and dipped her crown. Her velvety muzzle dipped into the cool liquid and she drank her fill. The sun shown down through the canopy, casting a pattern of shadows across her tawny pelt.
She was the Queen of the Forest and Mother of the Vessay, and she didn't look any thing but powerful.
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Post by valentine on May 23, 2012 6:46:38 GMT -5
` let me be your bloody VALENTINE
She was not impressed by the way the forest blocked out practically all sunlight, the way the leaf litter was damp beneath her hooves, once again Valentine had found herself somewhere she disliked. It was just one horrible place to the next really wasn't it? Were there any open meadows to gallop and run? How was one supposed to escape with all these treacherous vines dangling down in all directions. She heaved an inaudible sigh, stalking through the forest silently. The forest must be coming to an end sometime soon, the birds were giving her one hell of a headache with their constant alarm calls. For some reason they saw the dapple grey as a threat, she was unwelcome here and Valentine knew it. Not that she gave a crap, why should she? She cared for nothing and no-one, it would take more than a 'scary' wolf or a territorial herd to flush her out.
Valentine blinked the sleep from her eyes, all this travelling was making her weary. Her tail swished a fly from her underbelly subconsciously, and her slender acoustics twitched at the slightest sound. The Arabian cross Mustang was always aware of her surroundings, nothing went unnoticed even in a place she had never been before. She spied the flutter of a small yellow bird to her right, she smelt the snowclouds high high above, she heard the snap of a twig behind her. Val stopped, narrowing her eyes and twisting her delicate muzzle to stare at the dark forest behind. She plastered her ears against her pretty skull and tossed it defiantly, if someone was following her then they may as well show themselves now. Val didn't get creeped out by anything.
Rolling her eyes, she carried on. Valentine was a beautiful mare in the normal feminine sense. Some prided themselves in being exotic, rare jewels that weren't like normal pretty girls. Val on the other hand was quite down to earth about her looks, she knew was beautiful sure but she knew that physically she was no different to any other mare. Her legs were long and elegant, carrying her across the land with infinite grace. Her neck, high and arched, flowed smoothly into her withers which was hidden beneath her gorgeous dark locks of cascading hair. Her tail was similarly dark, with streaks of silver and even a dark auburn which complimented her dashing eyes. Val's coat was a light ash grey overlapped with dashes of darker dapples, arrays of all shades of grey. No, it was what lay within her that made unquestionably better than everyone else.
Sliding beneath an overhanging branch, Valentine picked up a new scent. Equine, mare, not young, very near. The grey smiled and tossed her mane curiously, finally she had found another horse. Now don't be fooled by her seeming friendliness, if it was one thing Valentine was not, it was friendly. No, this would be her morning entertainment if you like. Trotting forward confidently, Val happened upon the golden girl. She was drinking, and hadn't noticed the daintier younger eight year old. Valentine smiled sweetly, cocked her hind leg and spoke. "Morning precious."
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Post by anouk on May 23, 2012 20:19:47 GMT -5
ANOUK [/size][/font] Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother [/font][/right] The golden mare lifted her head, cool liquid dripping from her damp muzzle. Her harks swilved forward as she listened to the wind whisper secrets through the canopy high above. Faintly, yet clear enough for the great matriarch to understand. She learned many things this way. Which animals were mating, which where near death, and who was near her. A sweet smell entered her nostrils, a sweet, delicate scent that only came with the presence of another female.
For a moment Anouk thought it might be one of her scouts, but she knew all the children in her scet by smell, even by the power of their foot falls upon the ground. The animal coming toward here wasn't hers. The scent was too sweet, the foot steps too light. But there was no doubt it was a female and all females where welcome here. They were welcomed with open arms.
Harks flicked back as the sounds of the approaching came closer, but she did not turn. She kept her eyes on the forest in front of her, looking for danger, for something out of the normal. Limbs snapped and the leaf litter squished slightly under the weight of mare. A sweet voice floated though the air and tawny mare turned to look at the new comer. “Greetings buja. How may I help you?” she asked politely.
The new mare was a tad bit taller, but certainly not as muscular as Anouk. She was fragile and dainty; it was a wonder the forest hadn't broken her. She turned to face the mare, looking her over. Anouk had a regal air about her. Not the elegance that surrounded the stormy filly before her, but she exuded respect and admiration. Mocha eyes looked at the mare, pericing her with a gaze that held the wisdom of the ages, waiting for the mare to answer her.
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