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[MissParadox]

[bg=black][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] One day soon you will come to the realisation that I want nothing, not from you or from the world. The future holds in it none of my desires. When that day comes, find me, for we will have much to discuss. Hard daggers sunk deep into the soft ground as Zanbiar moved at a long extended trot, his maw was low along the ground and his pillars stretched out eagerly eating up the ground with as much enthusiasm that ever seemed to seep from this brutes frame. He approached a fallen tree and without faltering he tucked up tight and bounded over it, he jumped long leaving room for possible branches before continuing on his way. This time his stride was shortened and he lifted his skull ever slightly to better balance himself, his hindquarters working hard to keep his pace level and maintained.It was a queer sight to watch, especially to any who may know him. Yet to him it made perfect sense, he was training his muscles, his reflexes. It was one thing to have hard muscles from running over solid ground, another to be fit through all paces and over obstacles. It was one of the few things that made him superior. Muscles glistened underneath a tight black coat as he grew frustrated with the constraints that seemed to bind him. The current short bouncy collected trot, the lack of space, the trees that suddenly seemed to have grown closer together. He broke pace and bounced up into a canter it was a short stroppy canter that seemed to go nowhere and it was intentional, an inner conflict. He was fighting with himself, mind over body, old habits over new ideas. His orbs narrowed as his banner flicked high over his rippling hindquarters. For most this position and current lack of outside concentration would have made him vulnerable. However that was a word and theory that had never existed for the ebony brute. For there was not a single thing that he cared to lose, no friend or desire, no love or possession, not even his last breath. He could not be vulnerable and he could not be beat for there was nothing he would fight for. However he was so absorbed within himself that he didn't even notice the presence of another that he had stumbled across. Not till the very last second and he came precariously close to the seemingly young creature. Surprise brought him up short and he slid to a stop, his hawks instinctively fell back flat against his neck as he narrowed his gaze downwards. Surprise kept him still for the moment, but for how long no one knew. Notes; hmmm The Devil Himself is Six year old Zanbiar, he stands at 17hh and has brown eyes. Tagged; Anyone

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[atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/m9lyrd.png][atrb=height, 0] The sound of the mare's hoofs were quiet, barely audible. She was not used to the silence, turning her head at the slightest disturbance of the dead air. It had been long since she had left the company of her dam to travel unaccompanied but she had never once forgotten the ease she would feel with someone by her side. The light colored mare lowered her head to the ground, only to find the smell of the soft, dark soil. She quickly lifted her muzzle and cleared her nostrils in disgust. She would never adjust from the sweet and clean smell of the brightly lit, green grasslands to the cramped, wooded and lightless place that the young mare was unfamiliar with. Lujayn was not completely sure what had lured her into the dark orchard. Perhaps it was the smell of the promised sweet apples that would grow as the season progressed. When she was with her mother, she would never had to worry about traveling. Her mother would always be in charge, dragging her away from danger -- whether it be rogue stallions, or a hungry bear or mountain lion. She had never been this away from her birthplace. She was always forced to stay in close proximity to her mother, who had strict rules about where she was allowed to go. But now, the only mare was gone and Lujayn was free to go where ever she wished. As she came out from behind a large tree that was still recovering from it's long winter hibernation, she stopped in her tracks to watch a tall creature fly across a fallen tree in her path. Her eyes widened at the sight. As the black stallion landed across from her, she wondered if she had been so caught up in her thoughts to have not noticed that the horse was there until she had seen him. When she was a child, she had prided herself in being very observant, sensing if anything was there. Had leaving her foalhood dulled those senses? The mare snorted and laughed silently at those thoughts. Why, she was perfect. She had noticed everything else that was in the orchard. Missing one subtle thing in the massive wooded area was nothing. She reassured herself in her thoughts and returned to the stallion. By then, he seemed to have noticed the white mare standing near him. She smiled at the sight. "Hello. I am Lujayn." occ: ehhh. sorry I'm a bit rough. haven't roleplayed in like forever. and I saw that there were two threads with Zan in them so I wasn't sure which one to post on.

[MissParadox]

[bg=black][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] Without raising his skull, muscles relaxed his hawks flicked back at the approach of another, his nose flared as her unknown scent wafted around the trees. His skin pricked up instinctively and he shrugged it off, looking forward to the coming season when their body and his own could stop reacting to natures instinct. He had more than enough self control to walk away or even remain as he was eating and ignoring. Yet he knew that should he succeed in producing and raising one offspring before his death he must learn to heed these signals at some point. Why not today? Why not this unknown femme? With a snort the black brute took a step back, his maw lifted from the grass and he turned around. His brown orbs found the new one almost straight away. She stood smaller than him that much was easy to tell, her pelt was covered in dapples and he knew before she died she would probably be ivory white, it was a strike against her already and hope flooded him. Perhaps maybe at the end of all this she would be worth a few scars a couple of words and he would walk away having not had to touch her. His daggers lightly swept over the terrain as he walked towards her, he didn't sway or even walk seductively, he wasn't trying to lure her in. He stopped some paces away and cocked his skull to the side, his orbs licked over her frame trying to find within it the positive traits. Traits that would make her worthy, so far he found few but not enough. Mornin' His voice was masculine but soft reaching her hawks easily all the same.

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[atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/m9lyrd.png][atrb=height, 0] She stayed where she stood, studying the stallion's every move. Keeping the smile on her face, she watched as the stallion seemed to study her -- her coat, her eyes, everything. Ever since she was a foal, she had been confident. But as the tall stallion examined her, she suddenly had the urge to hide. But she didn't want to. What would the stallion think of her if she did? She knew that first impressions were everything and she did her best to impress everyone, no matter who they were. And for some reason, the mare felt a need to make an impression with this stallion. Perhaps it was the fact that it was spring. Her dam had always warned her of the season -- the time when no good stallions would take advantage of naive mares. Lujayn cleared her throat softly as she watched the stallion start to walk towards her. As the equine made his way towards Lujayn, the mare started to study the large stallion herself. His coat shined, even with the low, harsh light. His eyes were brown, like hers. As his words reached her ears, she smiled at the sound. Lujayn nodded, waiting a few moments to see if he was going to announce his name. As each second passed by, there was nothing but silence from the stallion as she waited. "And your name would be?" occ: yeah. my muse just kinda died rather quickly.