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Post by chanceheart on May 1, 2009 13:59:00 GMT -5
~Roll The Dice~
Gamble tore into the land called Untamable Bliss, his muscles rippling tightly under his dark chocolate coat. It was a perfect place for a spirited stallion like him. He explored for a few moments, then reared up on his haunches, slicing through the air with his strong forelegs. "I, Roll The Dice, claim these lands. They are my home now, and soon will be home to a grand herd. They shall be mine until my last breath, and no one shall change that." His ink-colored mane whipped around in the wind, and his thick tail blew back behind him. He took in the beauty, then turned in pursuit of only the most elite mares for his herd.
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Post by MeMyself&I on May 3, 2009 14:18:03 GMT -5
Sandy trotted through the untamable land. She smile, her arabian banner folling in the wind. Her untamable beauty was more then eye catching. Her fiery eyes showed were she belong but a few scar that marred her pelt showed her past. She was young but willing to learn and smart as could get.
The flecks tat covered her coat wouldconfuse most. And arbian that had the color of an appaloosa. How odd but it made her unique and special. Her owners had thougt it was a bad omen, and omen of her fiery temperment. Well that was true. She was untmable in every way. You could never tell her no. It was no use she would go and do watver you told her not to do anyway
She heard hoof beat and reard her hooves slashing the air. She threw her head back and whinnied.
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Post by chanceheart on May 5, 2009 19:50:49 GMT -5
~Roll The Dice~
An unfamiliar scent entered his land; it was sweet and drew him in; a mare. The dark stallion loped toward the scent, head low, and found it belonged to a beautiful fae, one that took the breath from his body. One that took the ground from under his feet. She was of arabian heritage; her long, dainty legs and delicate structure showed him that, as well as her beautifully etched face. Her color struck him as a surprise; she was spotted---strange for such a mare as her. It just drew him in more.
Dark bay stag approached the beauty and bowed to one knee, "Hello m'love, I am Roll The Dice, also known as Gamble," He rose up again and winked at her, flashing a stunning look. "May I ask what you are doing here?" He loved her, and wanted her to feel the same. Wind hit his handsome head, brushing his forelock from his face and revealing eyes of glimmering liquid mahogany, that twinkled from the lovestruck state he was in. He once thought his heart could not ever be tamed, but this mare may change that...
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Post by MeMyself&I on May 5, 2009 19:58:20 GMT -5
She smiled. Her smiled had a dare and a touch of wildness to it. She looked him ovr. He was a hansome stag. But could he take her one. She had more fire in her then a wild fire. More untamable then nature it's self. Her eyes flickered witht the same dare. But what was it? Catch me fi you can? Try and tme me? It was hard to read but intoxicating
She halfed reared sending dirt up into the air. "I am Sandiango" she said in a thick arabian accent. Her pose was elegant and relaxed. Her silk mane laid across her spotted neck, while her banner waved in the air like a flag.
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Post by chanceheart on May 5, 2009 20:10:10 GMT -5
~Roll The Dice~
Sandiango, he thought, what a beautiful name, it suits her well. Her next movement made his heart skip a beat; she reared. He had an untamable soul, and it looked as though she did as well. Her beauty caught his orbs' attention, and they were glued on the goddess of a mare.
"A fine name, love." He said as he pranced closer to her, "Now, what are your intentions here? Do you have a herd, dare I ask?" His bulky, muscular frame was a tower over her dainty structure. They were a perfect match, and somehow she had become such a neccesity to his well-being; a drug he needed to survive.
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Post by MeMyself&I on May 5, 2009 20:19:18 GMT -5
"No I do not have a herd. No stallion can tame me though many have treid" she said. Her eyes danced. The unknown dare hidden within them. She held her head proud and tall next to him. She had since become wary of stallions. Last stallion in another land had become to pushy and trid to force breed her.
Of course she had rejected and lft her mark on him with one kick. She had been to young to carry a foal then. But now she was 4, Breeding age
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Post by chanceheart on May 5, 2009 20:29:02 GMT -5
~Roll The Dice~
"I shall not try to 'tame' you my love, for you deserve to be free. I would like to ask you if you would want to call my lands your home, though. I shall offer you the position of being my lead mare, if you would like to join my family, though. You are very beautiful, body and soul, and I would be honoured for you to live in my land, whether you be in my family or not."
The stag could only hope that Sandiango would become his lead mare. She was strong, elegant, and free; everything he loved and more. He would never find another like her.
His muscles rippled under his sleek, chocolate coat. His heart beat strong and free, though part was stolen by the mare called Sandiango.
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Post by MeMyself&I on May 5, 2009 20:33:07 GMT -5
She smiled again "I would love to join you. I would be just as honored to be your lead mare" I said. He was the perfect stag for me. If he kept his word true I would stay. I liked him. I could feel the fire running through his veins like mine.
I pranced inplace and muzzled his neck. I was hot blooded for sure in more ways then one
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Post by chanceheart on May 5, 2009 20:47:41 GMT -5
~Roll The Dice~
He reared in joy, his black mane whipping behind him as his knees flashed out and sent his hooves slashing into the air. He looked down and winked at her, then took off running, hoping her heart would will her to follow. He loved to run, and could tell she did as well. Thier hearts now beat as one; the free spirited pair were the perfect leaders of Untamable Bliss.
He thought of a foal, but wasn't sure if she would be ready, so he just stretched his legs and they extended farther over the earth, barely touching the ground. He was a dark blur across the horizon, with his true love by his side.
He turned back, skidding to a stop. "I love you, I will always, whether you stay or leave you will always have a place in my heart," He looked into her eyes; dazed and in love.
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Post by MeMyself&I on May 5, 2009 20:51:54 GMT -5
She reared along with him and nuzzled him softly. The fire in her touch sizzled down to his core. "As I you" she said. She threw her head and whinnied.
She had to thought of a foal but was unsure. She was young and inexperianced as a mother. She worried she would not care for the foal well. Her heart swelled up as she saw her new stallion. The fire inside her danced wildy wanting to escap more and more
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Post by MeMyself&I on May 5, 2009 20:55:45 GMT -5
OOC: UGH! I gotta go to bed night guys ttyt
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Post by chanceheart on May 5, 2009 21:02:34 GMT -5
~Roll The Dice~
Her touch made his whole body tingle. She was a mystery, and it made their love even stronger and their flame burned brighter. He could sense her longing to be unleashed, and so he said, "Do as you wish, my love, I will be content as long as you are happy." He pawed the ground, and sparks flew from him, his spirit was calling out.
The thought of a foal had passed by him completely, he just wanted to spend s long as he could with Sandiango.
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Post by MeMyself&I on May 6, 2009 8:15:19 GMT -5
She smiled at him.She shook her mane and bobbed her head. Her sikly mane flying. Her forelock ladning on the side showing her chestnut eyes. She nipped him playfully and dashed off across the land. Her head and banner held high, her mane flowing in the wind.
She felt the sand on her legs and smiled. It felt like home. Gamble felt like home. A breath of fresh air
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Post by chanceheart on May 8, 2009 22:42:57 GMT -5
Gamble laughed when Sandiango nipped him and took off. He took off right after her, his strong, dark legs stretching to their limits; his feet barely hitting the ground. He felt completely happy, and couldn't be better, as long as Sandy was with him.
He kept running and admired her from behind. "Nice butt!" He laughed out between breaths, joking with the beautiful mare. He felt like a colt saying that, but hopefully she would catch his sense of humor. The stag almost felt unworthy of the mare, she was so perfect he couldn't understand why she even chose to stay with him. He loved her with all his heart, and couldn't understand. He had never expected he would really 'love' a mare, but whenever he was with Sandy his heart flipped into his throat and he felt like flying.
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Post by MeMyself&I on May 9, 2009 16:48:29 GMT -5
Sandy smiled and laughed along with him. She bucked and kicked jumping in the air playfully. She had never been known to love or to be loving to anyone. Even her own parents.
"Thanks" she whinnied as she ran. Her silken brown streaked mane flowing behind her. She whinnied loudly and turned around to run next to him. She easily gallloped next to him. He was fast over short burst she was an endurance horse. She smiled as she thought of the family they could have.
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