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Post by wishaway on Jan 27, 2010 19:22:17 GMT -5
Wishaway trotted steadily though Everwinter Valley. She'd just crossed some border markers, so she knew that there was some life here. Her ears were perked, her eyes alert for any sign of movement. She was stiff from head to hoof, keeping a watch out for Stallions especially.
She was in heat, it was breeding season after all and she knew that plently of males would try to take advantage of that. But if they tried that on this Bombshell, they'd be sorry.
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Post by Milchtüte on Jan 27, 2010 20:21:24 GMT -5
C H O G A N ; black bird The winter had been cold. That was an understatement. The winter had been brutal; its merciless winds had berated the valley and incessantly attacked it with thick sleet that would come down in swift spirals. One could barely even see what was ahead of them in the desolate place, but it was different now. Only one occupied the region so far as the spring finally rolled in. The one degree change in temperature did not altar the frozen wonderland of which was Everwinter Valley, but it was more welcoming with its baby-blue skies and sparkling snowdrifts. It was what that lone occupant called home, with his large form and black coat. The ravens and crows had stayed with him throughout the wretched season, and even the blackbirds had come back from their annual migrations to grace his presence once again. It filled him with a lot of hope for the new season, and he expected for a horse or two to come on their way and ask for shelter. It sounded like a good deal to him, and so he traipsed his landscape and other places in search of any submissive charges.
A brave crow, cawing raucously as if it was dying to get Chogan's attention, flew above the stallion's head and even threatened to alight on his back. The shire horse was amused by this, for he was fairly certain that any such attempt would end in embarrassment for the bird. He was moving too briskly, and his shoulder was just too thick for a bird's scrawny talons! His ears flicked back to the crow as it ascended, giving up on what it had previously wanted. His murder wasn't all too far behind, their black, smudged forms lingering a bit in the distance but still in sight. Chogan wondered why the bird had made the decision to visit him like that, but it was appreciated all the same. His bright eyes went to looking ahead as he slowed his pace. His large/thick hooves and legs pushed and scythed their way through the snow; it was tedious, yes, but it was nothing that a horse of his huge size could not handle. He came to a complete stop then, mane and tail tousled by the crisp breeze that nudged against his chest. It was a nice day. The sky was a dark blue with no clouds, and the ground was perfectly white and reflected sunlight like hell — better not look at it directly or else suffer temporary blindness. Distracted by his own musings, it took the constant crying of a crow or two that had again strayed from the murder to bring him out of it. Ears flicking every which way, he tilted his blunt head upwards to look at the black creatures.
A few were flying relatively low, maybe a horse-length or two above his head. Chogan could see the shine in their eyes, in fact. Soon after, more and more crows began to descend closer to the draft horse. Not sure of what they were going to do, Chogan watched them inquisitively as they went past him and flew ahead. He could not see; a rather large snowdrift was obstructing his vision, but apparently the crows had found something in that general direction. With loud cawing and bantering, the murder turned sharply and flew back to where they came and over his head once more. Kinking his tail, the stallion looked toward the snowdrift with cautiousness and curiosity both in his eyes. He was upwind, so he couldn't smell what ever it was. Also, because of the crows, he couldn't hear anything either. Deciding to investigate, Chogan shuffled up the mound, his mane and tail still flowing in the breeze. What he saw rather startled him, for a bit in the distance was a... What was it? A mare? He couldn't tell if it was a stallion, mare, jackrabbit, goose, or what from where he was. The murder was far above his head when he made the choice to get even closer. If it was a mare, then he better welcome her, and if it was a stallion, he needed to show him who was boss. He knew the season quite well; it was a time of breeding, which meant hostility and claiming. Chogan did not like having to throw his weight around, but it was necessary during this time.
He neared relatively fast. The stallion made out that it was indeed a she. A fairly attractive she, too. She was white and matched the snow perfectly. From what he could tell, she looked wary as well. He didn't blame her, and he hoped that his large stature wouldn't frighten her off. "'Allo," he called, his ears perked in two different directions, one toward the mare and another toward the murder forever approaching and staying near. Determining it best to go ahead and ask her a few questions, he started by introducing himself. "M' name's Chogan. Who are you and why are ya here?" His voice was calm and fairly melancholy. Chogan tended to always sound this way, but for the mare he was trying especially to be nice. As said before, he didn't want to scare her away. He was starting to get a bit lonely in the valley all by his lonesome, although he did have his dear birds to keep him company, gracious them.
OOC: N/A
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Post by wishaway on Jan 27, 2010 22:47:31 GMT -5
A gentle wind blew across Everwinter Valley, blowing up the snow that crunched under the hooves of the mare. Her lithe frame trotted swiftly across the valley, the cold wind chilling her to the bone. Then she heard cawing. She swept her gaze across the sky and locked it on a cloud of cawing black moving towards her. Bird. Quite stupid animals. she thought to herslef, still trotting.
Wishaway looked up again as the sound got nearer. She caught scent of a Stallion and trotted a little bit faster as the birds approched. She scaned the ground in the direction they'd came from and spotted a black form moving stedily towards her on the gorund. The white mare trotted faster and hoped she blended in.
She didn't blend in enough and she didn't trott fast enough becasue before she knew it, the black stallion was standing by her. She looked at him. He was HUGE! No fear showed in her eyes, but she recoiled instinctivly. She was protecting herself from him even if she didn't need to be afraid of him.
"I'm Wishaway. I need a place to stay. I don't have a herd." she neighed to the Stallion, who's name happened to be Chogan. He was quite handsome and looked like he'd protect her during breeding season. If she stuck with him, she wouldn't need to be on high alert all the time. She knew he'd probably want to mate with her, but she wsa fine with that, she quite liked this Stallion.
Wishaway flicked her tail, letting more of her in heat scent drift to his nose, knowing he was upwind. She had a feeling he'd already caught wind of it, but if he did, he wasn't showing signs of it.
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Post by Milchtüte on Jan 28, 2010 19:41:26 GMT -5
C H O G A N ; black bird As he got to be quite close to her, he wasn't surprised when the mare recoiled once his size probably sank in. He dipped his great head slightly, knowing well enough that his appearance was always a shocker; once they got to know him, they usually discovered the truth of him actually being a calm and level-headed soul. Chogan sometimes rued his stature, not liking the way it made others wary of him at first. But, at the same time, it was an amazing advantage during the spring season. His black coat stood out bluntly in the white of his land, and his huge frame made him an easy target to spot from a far away distance. Maybe this was why his friends the black birds could always find him? Speaking of them, they forever drew near, becoming more accustomed to the she-horse since Chogan seemed not at all afraid of approaching her. His bright eyes remained fixed rather lazily on the mare, though, not particularly caring about what the birds were doing at the moment. As he had noticed before, she was very white — like the snow. He remembered quite well comparing her to the frozen water only moments before. It wasn't a bad simile. The eternal snow that always carpeted the land of Everwinter was his security, for it meant he was home and everything was as it should be. She could become a part of him, of this land. Her white coat and the white snow... It fit.
Brought out of his short musings by the mare answering his question, he pricked both ears forward and was about to reply in his mellow voice, but he got distracted. Wishaway, it was, had flicked her tail. He wondered if maybe she was still nervous or something similar, but then he faintly caught the scent of something he knew all too well. Keeping the mind to be civil, he wondered why she had to be so blatant about that sort of thing. Not that he was shy about it, but the mares he had seen and spoken with always tended to be a bit more discreet with their passions and desires. Maybe this Wishaway did fancy him? Pondering over this, he looked her over again, except more keenly. He vaguely wondered if she would really like staying here in the cold, sometimes desolate land of Everwinter Valley? Of course, it was a wonderful place, but you had to have the endurance to really get on and appreciate it without keeling over. Chogan wasn't sure if she was cold or not, but he guessed that she was. Most newcomers took a long time to get used to the chill factor. She gave no indication also if she was new entirely to the country of Dia Noche, or if she had always been around loping from one territory to the next. He had to wonder then if maybe she had any abilities... Would it suit his land?
Wording what he wanted to say carefully, he said, "D'ya know of this place, Wishaway? I mean, are you knowin' of Dia Noche, or are you from somewhere else?" Chogan was genuinely curious for the answer, wanting to know if this mare had any idea of what she was dealing with. Although, more than likely she had already been pulled in. This again led to the shire wondering if she had any powers. He knew that a good portion of the horses of the country received them from the Gods, but he was also very aware of how some didn't get any at all. From personal experience he knew that immediately assuming someone had a power could insinuate bad feelings, especially if they knew very well that they were not "gifted". Also, it was sometimes best for a horse to find their power on their own. That's how Chogan had discovered his: earth. It befitted him strangely; he was large, and his hooves had already made the sound of thunder when running. But now, it was so much more. With just a stamp of his foot or a rearing back on powerful hind legs, Chogan could quake the earth and make it tremble beneath him at his will. It was quite nice to him, and he liked the immense strength and control; he didn't let it get to his head, but he still appreciated it. This made him wonder if maybe by any chance Wishaway had earth powers as well? The stallion had no way of knowing, so he hoped the other would say something soon if she understood.
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Post by wishaway on Jan 29, 2010 14:51:27 GMT -5
Wishaway looked over the large Stallion, his black pelt standing out a striking amount in the vast whiteness of the valley. He was big, really big. She was about 15.5 hands high, but he had to be like 17! He had rather large hoofs, that probably help him on the icy terrain. He didn't look like the kind of horse you'd want to challenge for his herd...if he had one.
Then she noitced herslef. The only things making her stand out were the black markings she had, otherwise she'd have been invisable. Lucky me. she thought, suddenly liking the black markings on her pelt. The cawing got louder as the birds drew nearer, her eyes locking on them for a moment. Why did they seem to like Chogan? What had he done for them to make them appear so..loyal?
Part of her tail flicking was a wary nervousnes that never seemed to go away in breeding season and part of it was she liked him already. The calmness in his gaze and voice. How intimidating he was at first glance made her feel safer. He seemed pretty nice and caring as of now....and he was quite handsome.
Wishaway dragged herself back to reality as he spoke again, pawing nervously at the ground. Why couldn't mating season be over? She HATED this feeling she got when she was around Stallions. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and listened to his question. "I guess I know Dia Noche pretty well. I was born in the Free Lands, going from place to place trying to find a herd. I was gifted with Earth so the earth seems to move when I move, pushing me along faster than the others. I was already quite fast to begain with..." she said, looking at him.
"So, what's your power..er...I'm asumming you have one right?" she neighed, moving a little closer to his hulking fame to help block herslef from the wind, it was a little chilly out here.
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Post by Milchtüte on Feb 2, 2010 17:36:28 GMT -5
C H O G A N ; black bird Chogan listened respectfully to the she-horse, his ears lazily pricked in her direction. He was pleased to hear that she already knew about Dia Noche; it meant that he didn't have to explain everything to her. He never really had been very good at that. The stallion was a horse of few words, and he didn't really know how to describe such an irregular subject. So, all the better that she knew. Flicking his ears at the brief account of her past, he perked up considerably when he heard what he had really been curious to hear. Earth as well? he thought, thoroughly enthused. Chogan hadn't met anyone with the earth powers like himself for quite some time, and Wishaway had them! What a twist of fate that they should meet. His large head dipped slightly at her question, his bright eyes even brighter with pleasure. That was probably the only thing about his demeanor that betrayed emotion, though. The rest of him was stoic and standing strong. Blinking as the white mare neared him, he was amused when he saw that she was using him to shield herself from the wind. He couldn't blame her though; why not use a hulking frame to serve as a barrier against strong, elemental forces? He would have done the same. But still, he was getting the most of the breeze. He was used to it though, so in the end it didn't matter. Behind him, he heard the melodramatic cawing of his friends. The large murder had split up, it seemed; one was keeping to the sky and looked about to descend a distance behind him, while the other was alighting ungracefully around Chogan. His ears flicked to and fro as he lashed his unruly tail. The little, black creatures were keeping their distance from the two horses, but they kept hopping around as if threatening to peck at their hooves (more so Chogan's, but it wasn't like they were ignoring Wishaway anymore). Flashing his teeth for a second, he showed the crows his disapproval of their actions. They payed no heed. A few, though, did turn to cackle at him or fidget their wings.
Turning back to the mare with the hint of an apologetic look on his face, he replied, "I was gifted with earth abilities, too." His voice wasn't at all excited or upbeat, but it was the best he could muster. Chogan really was glad to know that she had powers, let alone the same as his. It made things easier, so much easier. Whipping his tail at one crow who got a little too close to his hind leg, the stallion decided to say something about the strange company to the probably confused Wishaway. "They follow me ev'rywhere," he explained, pausing, "They aren't always bothers'me. But tell me-" if you wish to stay with me, I pray you don't, but, "-do you have any issues wit' ravens or crows... blackbirds?" Chogan knew that he better get this part out of the way before she started assuming that this was a one time freak occurrence. He wasn't completely worried; his friends weren't normally off-putting, but one never knows. Of course, he could always make the birds stay at bay if they did bother the mare, but it was a hassle. If he could be choosy, he would disregard her if she hated them. But, he needed horses so he could finally form the herd he had had in mind for Everwinter Valley for some time. Even more specifically mares... It was breeding season after all, and the world had to keep spinning. Growing a little contempt, he stamped his foot at two crows who were insisting on ganging up on the white and black mare across from him. They seemed to get the picture as they hopped back (although one had to humorously shuffle out of hole he had fallen into in a particularly feeble patch of snow). Then was not the time to be enjoying their antics, though. Chogan huffed deliberately, sending them a quick glare before yet again turning back to the mare.
OOC: Sorry for the wait! D:
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Post by wishaway on Feb 2, 2010 21:44:46 GMT -5
Wishaway knocked her hoof into one of the crows, gently pushing it away from her hoof. It pecked at her so she roughly shoved it away, snorting with contempt. It half ran, half flew to the rest of the group, who seemed to be trying to figure out how to get at the pair.
She turned her attention back to Chogan, her eyes catching the happy flicker in his. The white and black mare's eyes also sparkled happily for she too had never met any other horse with Earth powers. She'd met on with Phychic abilities and one with watert abilities but never Earth.
She contemplated his words, aimlessly shaking the annoying birds from around her hoofs. One of them tried to claw its way onto her hoof and she nipped it angrily, making it flying back, squacking angrily. She looked up at him again, her eyes shinning with amusement. The pretty mare tossed her mane, shaking it out of her eyes.
"Eh, I don't mind the little buggers too much. They'll learn not to mess with me." she whinnied happily.
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Post by Milchtüte on Feb 6, 2010 15:10:38 GMT -5
C H O G A N ; black bird He watched her handle the birds in a brusque manner, feeling a little guilty that the crows were not particularly minding their manners this morning. Although, of course, when ever did their kind act politely and with grace? It was one of those faults that Chogan had learned to look over for the sake of admiring their more prevalent pros. Flicking his ears in all directions because of the raucous clatter of the crows as they bounced about, he watched Wishaway shove another brave bird away. Amused, he allowed for a crow or two to "climb" him; the bird's sharp talons barely even grazing his tough hide as they fluttered up off the ground and over him to try and gain purchase on his back. The stallion was always gratified when they did this, happy that they trusted him enough for a roost. But of course, he was a moving roost, but a big one; even though they could never stay on for long, they still did. One flyer had made a fairly okay landing on his wither, its snaggy talons grabbing hold of his mane. He drew the line when its beak started pecking at his hair like food; bucking his head, the crow lost its position and barely saved itself from a very bad fall. Chogan's bright eyes looked toward Wishaway when she spoke, both of his ears leaving the murder to face her direction. When she finished, he was quite pleased. That meant she could deal with them, and that they wouldn't be that much of a nuisance to her. Although he doubted that she'd ever share the same enthusiasm as him, he had a hard time imagining that she wouldn't become more open to the birds. One who stayed in his company for a while often did. That is, if they refused to have a narrow mind. A lot of stress and anxiousness left him, and he finally felt able to get to the main matter at hand. He had made Wishaway wait long enough.
"I'm glad t'hear that," he began, his mellow voice carrying far into the peaceful quiet of the snowy valley. "Now, you said you needed a herd to be 'part of? I am th' lead stallion of 'is valley, but I have not assembl'd a group quite yet." Chogan knew exactly what he needed. He needed mares, but most importantly a lead mare to help him start out. In the back of his mind, he hoped that this pretty she-horse would serve as that for him; she seemed sensible, and apparently she had already taken a fancy to him. Also, on top of that, she could tolerate his important birds. That was always a special quality rarely found. He took a few steps forward, his frame nearly towering over the shorter mare. His shadow cast over her from the sun overhead in the clear sky, and a few stray crows could be seen flying in it. Their black forms were blurry and kept getting redirected by the wind that was quite restless higher up in the air. He payed very little heed to the birds around him; a good portion of them had lost interest in the two and were now pecking at the snow and hopping about aimlessly. So, it didn't matter either way. Chogan didn't really know what he was hoping to accomplish, but he assumed that the mare would accept any offer he may make. Was this him trying to be dominant? Eh, he didn't care. The stallion knew what he had to do, but he wasn't aggressive about it at all. Basically, it was slow going. She said that she needed a herd and was looking for one. He had very a little doubt that she'd decline becoming apart of his herd in the making. After all, he was a good protector. Chogan wasn't going to force anything on her, though. It wasn't how he liked to handle relations; he rather liked having company of their own free will instead of forcing them into things without little precedent. Mating season was nearing its end completely, but Chogan would not stress over it. It could wait another few seasons.
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Post by wishaway on Feb 7, 2010 15:33:01 GMT -5
Wishaway watched the crows with intrest as a few of them clamered onto Chogans back. Why did they trust him so? What made him so special? She felt tallons on her back and immediatly turned her head, only to find beady black eyes staring back at her. She snorted in contempt, letting the bird stay on her back. They'd just keep pestering her if she didn't. The pretty mare listened to Chogan speak, not backing away this time when he moved closer to her.
She stifled a giggle when she relized he was casting a shadow on her. How could a horse be THAT big? Eh, what did it matter, he was offering her a home...with perks. She stepped closer to him, lifting her muzzle so she was looking him in the eyes. Her own eyes sparkled happily.
"Lead Stallion, huh? Well then I'm guessing you need a Lead Mare. I'd be glad to fill that position for you, Chogan." she knickered, flicking her tail again. Breeding season was almost over, would she have to verbaly invite him to mate with her or what?! It made her antsy. He was RIGHT there but barley look interested. Maybe he was trying to be curtious, but Wishaway wanted to mate with him. Staillions must not have brains.
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