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Hoof by care hoof, the stallion moved slowly and carefully through the new lands. He had came from far away, escaping his tyrannical father's reign. This new land that he found himself in, at least this part of it, was beautiful; far more beautiful that the snowy and barren land he had called his home for so many years. His pink nostrils flared as he took in the scents of life, brought around by the gurgling river he was following on his right. The grass smelled sweeter than anything he'd ever scented - except for perhaps a pretty mare. The water was clear, and it was enough to make a horse thirsty just looking at it. The wind was mild, a comfortable temperature, with the promise of heat behind it. Yes, spring had just begun but summer would not be far away either.
Finally, the dark stallion came to a stop where the river was very deep. His crystal gaze stared down into the dark blue abyss. This would be no place to bring a rowdy foal, even the greatest swimmers might find themselves dead at the bottom of that pool. But Asmodeus was not here to swim, he wasn't even really sure what he was here for. He needed to get away, and this land was where his hooves had brought him. He lowered his head, his ears flicking around to search for the sounds of any approaching beings. He sucked at the sweet water, cherishing it as his snaked down his throat. Water, it had been such a luxury in his old lands, but here it seemed plentiful.
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The woods were, by far, Thames' least favourite place to travel through. Not for any particular reason - he didn't feel closed-in by the trees or stifled by the darkness as others were; no, Thames hated them because they were so utterly boring. Even as he ambled down the narrow track between the spruces, he found himself cursing whatever made him think it was a good idea to head this way: there was nothing to see besides wood and plants, no creatures to chase, no equines to torment. Heaving a sigh, Thames entertained the idea of breaking into a gallop, watching the trees whip by as he ran, but the path was winding and uneven, and he wasn't willing to risk snapping a leg for the sake of entertainment. This route was, however, the shortest one, and he thought he could probably find his destination a few hours earlier than he would if he hadn't traveled this way. Nevertheless, he picked up his pace, daring a slow canter that crushed plants underfoot and kicked up clouds of golden dust.
Eventually, the stallion could glimpse light through the distant branches, and knew that his journey through the woods was coming to an end. He let himself slow, sides heaving and drawing his ribs into relief. Thames prided himself on his appearance - he knew how beautiful he was, and intended to flaunt it whenever possible. Lean muscle lay beneath a dark umber coat, glistening with vitality. His parents had raced before his birth, and he shared their long-legged stride and fine appearance. Breaking into the sunlight was a relief, and Thames raised his head to the sky, breathing in the warm air for a moment, allowing himself the small pleasure of a lungful of air that wasn't tainted by moss and musk. The spring was welcome, bringing with it sweet young grasses and soft earth, tendered by the melting snow. The winter hadn't been a particular struggle for the stallion; though the days and nights had been cold, it had never been difficult to find a mare - or, more rarely, stallion - who was willing to share their body-heat for a night. Without a herd, Thames more often found himself relying on the kindness of strangers; something he loathed. It wasn't that he was unfriendly, not entirely. Just that he required a kind of companionship that most others couldn't offer, and he had to resort to kind words and gentle actions in order to appeal to those who were so different from himself. He longed, someday, to find somebody like him, somebody with whom he could ravage the lands, torment the inhabitants. Alas, it seemed that no such creature existed for Thames, and he had to settle for the niceties that came with the average horse in these lands.
Peering around for a moment, allowing his eyes to adjust to the light, Thames noted the expanses of grass and forage, the wide river that bordered the fields. Thames supposed he could spend most of the day grazing - claim back what little weight the winter had taken, but the water looked so pure and inviting that he found himself, quite suddenly, parched. Striding to the waterside, he waded in until the water was up to his knees and dropped his head to drink from its surface. His dark eyes reflected the crystal waters, making them swim with brightness; he glanced about as he drank, saw a figure slightly upstream - black splashed with patches of white. Lifting his head, he considered himself for a moment; really he couldn't rationalize stopping to converse with a stranger, but it had been so long since he'd taken the time to know another equine; who knew, maybe this stallion could be a friend. A smile creeping onto his lips, he headed into the deeper waters, toward the other stallion. He came to pause a few meters away, and peered at him, head low and relaxed.
"A wonderful day, isn't it." He said, blinking languidly, his voice smooth. "It's not common to see another solitary equine on a spring day," That was not a lie - most stallions were heading to the breeding lands in the hopes of catching a female. Thames had no such interest. "So I assume you must be a traveler? Tired from your roaming and in need of rest?" He continued, a hint of humor rising in his voice; these lands seemed to act as a magnet for rogue equines. Thames himself had come here when he was four years old, and had seen newcomers arrive and disperse with the seasons. Some stayed, but most moved on. Thames looked away, back to the riverbank, where wild rabbits had arrived to graze on the plants in his absence. "I am Thames, if you wish to know me. If you do not, then feel free to take your leave."
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The stallion lifted his head slowly, water dripping from his pink lips. His blue eyes fixated on a large shape, slightly in the distance, that was heading toward him. Luckily for him, the other stallion was downwind, so he knew right away he wasn't going to be in the pleasant company of a mare. That was company he hadn't known since he started his journey almost seven months ago. He had tried to persuade Lilith to come with him, but the delicate thing was much too afraid of the punishment. He supposed it was better anyway. His father would barely notice his absence, but a mare's? He would have been looked for much more thoroughly.
The other stallion was upon him now, and Asmodeus took a moment to size him up. It was hard to tell who was taller, since the other stallion was in the water, but the other stallion's torso was definitely much longer than his. Asmodeus made no attempt to hide the fact that he was looking the brown stag over. It wasn't often that he was approached by another of his sex, and certainly not in such a friendly way. Even among herds, stallions who were friends were known to fight if a mare was involved. There were no mares around, though, and the other male was looking at him with a friendly expression on his face.
Asmodeus dipped his head in agreement to everything the other stag said. It was odd to see a stallion alone this time of year, most were trying their best to mate with at least one mare. But he didn't think he had much of a chance of that, not being a newcomer in such a strange land. "I come from the far north, where the sun rarely shines and the land is barren." He replied. He saw no harm in telling the strange stallion where he was from, because it was a long way off now. He was free from his father's tyrannical grip at last.
"It is good to meet you, Thames." He said, with a dip of his head and a small smile. "My name is Asmodeus, from my grandfather on my mother's side." He took a few steps backward, inviting the other to leave the water if he so desired.
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The black and white stallion shamelessly examined Thames upon his approach, and the thoroughbred returned the attention. The uneven ground left any difference in height unnoticeable, but the stallion had charming white markings and blue eyes that Thames caught for a moment before averting his gaze with a smirk. It took a moment for the other male to speak, and Thames flicked his tail against the flies that landed on his skin, waited for the other to speak, if he would at all. He dipped his head in apparent agreement, and spoke.
I come from the far north, where the sun rarely shines and the land is barren, he said, and Thames tilted his head curiously. He had never heard of a place such as the one the two-toned stranger described, but it sounded unpleasant. No wonder he decided to migrate to these lands, instead. Thames' own homeland had been damp, the grass struggling to grow past the moss on the ground, and the hay that his two-legged keeper occasionally dropped into the paddock rotted quickly in the humid air. It had been unpleasant, but he had survived better for experiencing it, he thought. He said none of this, as before long, the other horse was continuing. It is good to meet you, Thames. He smiled, and the bay horse returned it. Whilst this stallion didn't seem to share Thames' passion for cruelty, he was pleasant enough that Thames wouldn't mind spending a few minutes in his company. My name is Asmodeus, from my grandfather on my mother's side, he added, and Thames repeated the name in his mind, examining the sound of it. A strange name - Thames had yet to hear another like it, but he supposed he was named by humans, not equines. Perhaps there were differences in the names each species preferred to bestow upon their young.
"It is good to meet you, too, Asmodeus." He said, not stumbling over the stallion's name, though he was afraid that he might. Asmodeus stepped away, giving Thames' space to leave the river, but the stallion was still suffering his thirst from running the forest track, and so dropped his head to take a few languid mouthfuls of the cool water, before lifting his head with a low breath, jaw soaked with errant droplets. He then began to move, taking the short distance to the riverbank and climbing the rocky side. "The forest air is ever humid." He sighed to the stallion behind him. "Even running a short distance can leave one parched." The wild rabbits scattered as he mounted solid ground, and he watched them go. "I'm named for a river - just as my father and his father were." He said quietly, casually, almost to himself, eyes tracking the rabbits as they disappeared into the grass. "The largest river to grace an island across the sea, or so I've been told." He finally looked back to Asmodeus with a grin; he often found that the best way to win the attention of others was to engage them, and talking was one of the finest ways to do so. He paced forward into the long grasses and closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy the sun on his face. "Do you have a destination in mind, Asmodeus?" He asked, eyes still closed. "It seems odd to travel all the way from the north if you haven't a way to go."
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The other stallion, Thames, took his time in responding - as Asmodeus himself had done. The two stallions were shamelessly sizing each other up, but for what? It seemed very unlikely that a fight would break out between the two, but even still, you could never be too careful. Asmodeus didn't particularly enjoy fighting, but he would when the occasion called for it. Though he was a very gentle stag, he was known for taking things way too far when rage consumed him. But he didn't like to think of that, he tried his best to keep it from happening. He always found himself in a horrific state of regret afterwards. "It is good to meet you, too, Asmodeus." His name, which most horses seemed to stumble over, flowed smoothly across his new companion's tongue. This pleased him. Most horses would eventually try to shorten it, to make it easier on themselves. Mostly he was called 'Deus' by these types of horses, and while he disliked it, he didn't stop them either.
Thames drank several large mouthfuls from the river before climbing out and scattering some rabbits. Rabbits, prey animals. Asmodeus had always pitied them. They weren't like horses, who were big and strong enough to protect themselves against most predators, and even still they were very fast if they needed to be. The rabbits only had their speed to rely on, and while it was impressive, it failed them more often than not. The black stallion looked up as the other finally got up on level ground, slightly taller than him, but his barrel was thicker and more filled out than the other stallion's. Still yet, he wouldn't want to get into a fight with the bay brute.
"Even running a short distance can leave one parched." He nodded his understanding, listening as Thames went on to describe the origins of his own name. They were much more impressive than his, since he had just been named after his grandfather. Who knew where the name had originated from? Was he named after a river as well? A landmark? Perhaps a god? Asmodeus would never know, not that he really cared. The name would likely die with him, unless one of his offspring named their foals after them. "Yes, I find these lands to be rather humid myself. They are much hotter than where I originate." He said, "you name has some very impressive origins, I'm afraid the actual meaning of mine has been lost to the ages." He shoulders rose and fell, the origins of his name didn't matter much in the grand scheme of things.
"Do you have a destination in mind, Asmodeus?" Odd, was it odd to travel alone? He supposed it was, after all, most of his species liked to settle in herds. It was a natural longing. For the most part, you were safer in a big group. "Ehh," he began, "I was just wanting to get away, that was my only goal. Now that I have, I really don't know what to do with myself. Perhaps I'll claim some land, most of the stallions on my father and mother's side have lead herds. I'm really just wandering." He concluded, his mind feeling a bit muddle and confused. What were his goals? "And what of you, Thames?" He questioned, wanting to steer the conversation away from himself.
A whisper of foliage, a soft step upon loamy soil, and the attention was beckoned towards a new arrival to the scene just emerging from under the cover of trees and shadow. Sunlight, filtered through the leafy canopies overhead, tossed a dappled blanket of shade and brightness over her figure, but as she stepped out onto the riverbank it slipped from her shoulders like a cloak. Underneath, she wore a raiment of frosted silver, stretched taut over a lean frame, and set all brightly ablaze with fiery winks and glimmers in the full sunshine. The pale lady made no effort to conceal her arrival from the two stallions already occupying the area, nor did she move to interrupt their casual conversation. She merely strolled up to the edge of the water with a sinuous, gliding step that bespoke no fear of attention, and at first the only acknowledgment she gave of their presence was a lingering sideways look out the corner of her eye and a small swish of her tail as she lowered her lips to the water. The latter end of their dialogue filtered into her hearing as she drank from the cool stream, and her liquid dark gaze trailed nonchalantly from one stallion to the other, sizing them up mentally in ways known only to her.
At last, after taking her sweet time, the mare lifted her dished muzzle from the river and took a few steps forward, wading knee-deep into the current and letting the waters swirl and eddy around her legs. With them went the dust and grime of travel from her hooves, and the swift-flowing river tugged insistently at the trailing lengths of her white tail. Only then did she properly greet her companions, with a small smile upon her lips that could have been anything from insolent and mocking to perfectly sweet and friendly. "Afternoon, boys," she said, dulcet voice just almost slipping into a purr. She just so happened to be standing closer to the dark bay, a leggy stud of the tall, dark, and handsome variety who looked to come from racing heritage, but she spoke to the other one just as much, the slightly younger-looking paint with striking blue eyes visible even from where she stood. Both were rather easy on the eyes, that was for certain. Not that pretty boys and girls were worth much asides from eye candy though, if they didn't have the real goods to back it up. "Don't mind me; I'd hate to interrupt your... date? Manly heart-to-heart? Whatever this is."
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Your name has some very impressive origins, I'm afraid the actual meaning of mine has been lost to the ages, said the painted stag, and Thames turned to peer at him as he shrugged. It wasn't so impressive, truly. His mother and father called him by a different name when he was born, but the years had stolen the word from his mind. The title their human caretaker had given him, however, had stuck - it had so often been repeated to him at the fences to their paddock that he felt it was impossible to ever know himself as anything else. Nevertheless, he smiled softly, turning bodily toward the other stallion so not as to appear rude; it wouldn't do to chase off his new acquaintance with bad manners when he was doing so well otherwise. I was just wanting to get away, Asmodeus continued, that was my only goal. Now that I have, I really don't know what to do with myself. Ah, so Thames was similar to the other stallion in that respect. The thoroughbred had escaped his old life at the tender age of three, and was still trying to find a purpose, these years later. Perhaps I'll claim some land, most of the stallions on my father and mother's side have lead herds. I'm really just wandering. Thames nodded slightly in understanding. He would, too like to run a herd - he somehow doubted how many would follow him once his true nature became apparent, however.
And what of you, Thames? Ah; turning the subject away. Thames was almost offended for a moment - a fleeting itch of irritation at not getting his own way. Thames' liked to know things about the strangers he met: he seemed to have a talent for charming the secrets out of unfamiliar minds. It made him strong, gave him an edge if things ever turned sour. It was the exact reason he disliked sharing details of himself - anything important, anyway. He gave Asmodeus a wry smile, blinked leisurely at him, eyes blank and dark without the sun's light reflecting in their depths. "My goals are uninteresting; I've been roaming these lands for five years and have yet to achieve any of them." He spoke dismissively, quietly barring the subject from arising again, gaze flitting to the treeline where faint sounds could be heard. He watched, vaguely suspicious, as the sounds grew nearer, until another equine emerged from the boughs and branches.
The creature that stepped into the clearing was delicate; slate turning to silver as she emerged into the sunlight. She was smaller than both stallions, though only prettier for it, looking something like the desert horses Thames encountered during his time with the humans. She stepped toward the riverside, dropping her head to drink, and Thames watched with unveiled interest. She was beautiful, there was no question of that, and the combined sight of the lovely mare and Asmodeus; handsome in his own right, was quite a view. Thames allowed a smirk at the thought, eyes flicking briefly between the pair before settling back on the mare, who had waded into the river; the current plucking at the crystal strands of her tail. Thames was especially...choosy when it came to female companions. He simply couldn't stand a mare with a mouth; one who didn't know when to be silent or when to submit. He much preferred the quieter ones, the obedient ones. Hell, he'd go as far to say he would favour a mare who feared him over a mare who didn't. This mare seemed to exude an air of superiority and confidence, and Thames could feel his interest in her slowly slipping away.
The mare spoke, finally, smiling ambiguously enough to make Thames prickle; ears sliding back a touch. Afternoon, boys, she said, and Thames dipped his head to her in greeting, watching her through his dark lashes. Don't mind me; I'd hate to interrupt your... date? Manly heart-to-heart? Whatever this is. Oh, she was funny, too. Thames smiled slyly, cocking his head a little, tail whipping his sides to chase away the flies. He hid his irritation well - Asmodeus was at least tolerable, this mare was proving, so far, to be the opposite. Thames didn't know how far his good manners would stretch if this strange female continued in this vein of taunting. Dropping the thought, he spoke, voice low but not unkind. "It's no problem." He drew a breath, not quite letting it become a sigh. "We are barely more than strangers ourselves," He said, indicating the other stallion with a glance. "You're not interrupting much."
He glanced away, over the grasses that surrounded them. "Feel free to join us, if you're so inclined." He hoped that maybe she would refuse. "The sun is quite pleasant here."
800 Thames is a bit of a meanie underneath all that snark and charm. Hope this post is okay; sorry I kept you waiting so long!
In a flurry of moths and leaves a shy black tobiano mare stepped in the open. Her piercing blue eyes looking between each horse searching for a sign of threat but not finding any. She took light steps to the water and dipped her head in hearing bits and peices of there conversation wondering if they had mates. She lifted her head up and gazed at the mountains which layed behind the dark stallion and wondered if thats where he came from. She looked at the other stallion and could see right through him being a good observer, under his charm is rudeness. She then gazed at the beautiful blanket mare and saw how she also just came here. She swished her tail and shook her mane before continuing across the lake. She strided across glancing to the other 3 from time to time before coming to the other side. On stepping out her legs felt heavy and she shook off the water before grazing, getting her tummy full. She glanced at the 3 while grazing what are 2 stallions and a mare doing together? she asked herself. After, she went near the dark stallion wondering what they were doing "may i ask what two stallions and a mare are doing together?" she asked since she knew the law: stallions dont like each other whenever they meet it is over a mare or herd...
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