til i'm |s|h|a|t|t|e|r|e|d| [open]

[duskanddawn13]

How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can't define what I'm after

What had brought the dark mare here, of all places? It most certainly could not have been the season, as she wasn't affected by such things. It surely wasn't emotion, either- she loved no one, not even herself, whom she looked upon with a somewhat critical, judging eye.

For whatever reason, though, here she was, trudging along through the bright green forest, her cinnamon colored hide standing out like a bright flame amid the array of greens and browns. The sun was shining warmly, Demi, however, cared not for it. The sun was merely a nuisance, heating her chestnut coat until it became unbearable, and then she was forced to retreat to the shade and wait impatiently for the sun to sink below the horizon again. Demi, being a dark mare, normally stayed in the most barren of landscapes. That was home to her, not lush, creature filled forests.

She pinned her ears back in disgust as vines tangled around her hooves. Picking her way slowly along, she came across a thin, barely visible and very worn dirt trail.

"Probably deer," Demi murmured to herself, staring absently at it. She had no patience with other animals of any kind, and so probably had nor right to follow the path at all, but she did anyway, curiosity overwhelming her sole for once.

The day meandered on, and Demi's mind wandered. Insects buzzed in her ears and her coat shone with sweat as the afternoon arrived and the heat of the day peaked.

Finally, though, the sun began to slip, the air cooled and the insects floated away. A cool breeze stirred the leaves in the forest as the first twilight stars appeared in the sky on the clear night.

Demi lifted her head alertly as suddenly the path widened, displaying an open meadow before her. A stream trickled through, near a grove of willow trees. Forest surrounded the field on all sides.

Demi was instantly cautious as she stepped into the tall grass. This could be home to anyone, and Demi didn't want to be caught off-guard. She relaxed, however, when no one appeared. It seemed deserted.

Suddenly, a rabbit erupted from the bushes, spooking Demi into flight briefly. When she realized that it was only a small creature, anger showed in her tense muscles. "Damn thing," she muttered in an irritated tone. "I'd love to stomp it flat."

Still, the serene environment was taking it's toll on her. Demi couldn't stay angry for long, as the breeze ruffled her flaxen mane. Maybe someone would turn up here- and make things a little interesting.

Song; Shattered by O.A.R
Words; 441
Muse; It's slowly coming back
Info; open for anyone~

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He had some land and now all he needed were some pretty mares to share it with. He'd heard the willow trees were the best place to find wandering mares so that had been where he'd set out for. Of course it had been hard to leave his brand new piece of territory unguarded, but he wasn't patient enough to wait for a mare to just wander in. That was too boring and the chances of that were pretty small. If he wanted a family he'd have to search for one, not sit on his butt all day and just hope a mare happened wandered into the land.

He'd been traveling most of the day and had taken shelter under the large willows to munch on a bit of grass. He hadn't seen a sign of another horse yet, not a hoofprint or scent or anything. His hopes were quickly dimming. He was young and confident, but his confidence was not strong and easily wavered. He had already thought about going home, but had just gotten mad at himself for even considering the idea of leaving so soon. He'd probably get back just to leave again the next morning, determined not to give up so easily.

Dutch wasn't completely alone, thank goodness. A rabbit of munching on some grass a little ways away and there were birds singing their hearts out in the trees. He'd spotted a lizard sunbathing on a rock a little earlier. They weren't as good as the company of another horse but they took away the edge of his loneliness. Hearing another voice would have made him feel better. A small conversation, a bit about how nice the weather was, anything. He wasn't about to go talk to birds or that rabbit over there.

Then there was a voice, though. Lifting his head, Dutch wasn't sure if he'd been imagining it or not. Was the absence of another horse finally chipping away at his sanity? It sounded female, not too far off. Maybe his luck was finally turning. Good luck had graced him at last. Or it could still be his imagination. Still, it couldn't hurt to look. It would either confirm his worst fear or his hopes. Dutch hoped for the latter.

The young palomino was on the opposite side of the trees from where he'd heard the voice so he started heading to the other side. He hoped with all his heart there was a horse there and he really hadn't been imagining it. Maybe it had just been the wind in his ears or some bird that sounded like a horse. That would be quite odd, though.

Finally, he caught sight of the chestnut mare. He'd found another horse. He didn't know what to do though. He'd never met another mare other than his mother. he didn't know the first thing about courtship. His mother had told him he was supposed to dance and show off or something along those lines to try and impress her, but Dutch had no idea how to go about that. She looked older than him, more experienced, and Dutch didn't want to look like a fool in front of her. She probably wouldn't see him as anything more than a colt anyway.

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muse: doing better
ooc: meh <3

[duskanddawn13]

Demi scented the other horse before she caught sight of him. Her ears pricked uneasily, the breeze seemed to be carrying the smell directly towards her, however, she was wise enough to know that smart brutes could hide themselves and play foolery with your nose, especially at evening time like this, when the breeze could switch it's mind so quickly as to which direction it wished to travel.

Demi scanned the fields before she caught sight of the other horse. From his physic and demeanor Demi guessed that the horse was male, but it wasn't as if she, like some mares, flirted with every stud that came along. No, the only ones she had had contact with were her sire- and he had never payed much attention to her anyway, and that other; him, who's name she now refused to say. Demi would have much preferred it to slip into the past, slowly forgotten, but it was always... there.

Demi pricked her slim chestnut ears to their fullest, narrowing her field of vision to stare rather searchingly at the stranger. He seemed unsure to her- as if he didn't know what to make of the mare in front of him. She tried to appear self-confident, as was her usual demeanor, but for some reason Demi found this difficult. It was probably her height, she reasoned with herself; she was just 15.2 hands at the withers, much too short for her liking. But still, her stomach turned, making her queasy, and her head was not quite as high and her gaze not quite as sharp as she would have liked it to appear.

Her gaze drifted idly over the stallion's golden colt. Why was she so relaxed already? Dropping your guard, that's a stupid thing to do, her mind thundered, but for once not listening to her inner turmoil of emotion, she took a few steps forward, until the long grass swept over her cannon bones, hiding her fetlock-high white stockings.

Demi stopped with her head high once again, her gaze now piercing- she would wait for him to make the first move.


words; 361 was all I could squeeze out for now :/
muse; it'll come back, I hope.

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It was obvious she'd spotted him, Dutch wasn't all that hard to see. He was certainly no chameleon, that was for sure. He still didn't know what to do, though. The way of courtship and mares was a completely foreign language to him. Maybe he should have gone and run around with a bachelor herd or something to learn some tips. He'd been so eager to find some land and start a life. Maybe just a bit too eager, and now he was facing the consequences.

"Um, Hello." He said a bit shyly. A greeting was a good way to start. His mother had always taught him to start out with a polite greeting when meeting anyone. He also dipped his head toward her in a sort of bow, causing his blond mane to fall over his blue eyes quite dashingly. The fair threads were almost white except for some golden streaks and it matched well with his honey-colored coat. He'd always admired his mother's beauty and was glad he had inherited the same looks. Though her sock had failed to pass over the white star on his forehead was all her doing and he was grateful.

The stud couldn't help but admire this mare's beauty as well. The rich, warm-colored coat and matching locks was a nice contrast to her white socks and stripe. His mother had never told Dutch anything of his father, but he wondered if his sire had been as dark as she was. His strong legs and body came from his sire, his dam having been much more petite. Some of this mare's beauty came from age as well. She practically exuded experience and wisdom and he would have loved to hear the story she had to tell. Though four years old, Dutch still had a love for a great story and his mother could always tell the best. Some were from her history with humans and others were just pulled out of thin air. He'd also inherited her large imagination. Dutch was good at thinking outside the box.

He watched her come just a few steps closer and perked his ears curiously. She didn't seem too cautious, though there was definitely some hesitancy in her steps. Maybe he was over thinking things? Was it really that hard to woo a mare? Being his first time it probably would be without making a fool of himself. He probably wasn't the first stud to approach this mare. Dutch swallowed a little nervously and hoped it wouldn't come to ridicule. He'd didn't know how well his confidence would be able to bounce back from that.

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muse: getting there x3
notes: woo~