the seeker

[lady shady]

Bonaparte
You said you'd never get tired of the boy
That seemed to be so far from growing up
But we were different then

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Bon trotted along at a steady pace, greeting the dawn with a whinny. His small frame was becoming weary of travel. He had been on the move for a few days now, having left Scath and Rasta to their own devices. Shaking out his mane, he stopped at the edge of the woods. It was strange, normally by this point, he’d be terribly lonely, but he wasn’t. He couldn’t understand how or why, but Scath and Rasta had changed him. He had come to them a colt and left…changed somehow. Not quite a stag, but something close. Or at least he hoped. However, Bon suspected that he had been mature enough for this for quite a while now. He had simply hidden behind his boyish behavior, hoping to put off the inevitable. The inevitable moment when he’d see a mare and not just see her as a companion. Just like all of those in his bachelor herd had. Now, he didn’t blame them though. Adalie’s blue-eyed gaze floated back to him, and he allowed himself a small blush. She was the first mare he had seen that way, after all, even though he had tried to stop himself. Maybe she had changed him more than Scath and Rasta had, he admitted to himself. But she was gone now, and he was on his way to find someone. He didn’t know whom exactly, but he knew she was out there. A mare without definite shape or breed, with a bell-like voice and trusting eyes.

Suddenly he came upon a vast green meadow, full of sweet-smelling grass. Bon lifted his muzzle to the slight breeze, savoring the scent of the vegetation. But there was something else there. The scent of a mare. He pricked his ears and searched the horizon line, prancing in place. A mare? He was on a search for that one mare, but why not have some fun along the way? After all, it was something he had denied himself up until this point anyway. He’d have to make up for lost experiences, then, wouldn’t he?

--behind the post—
347 words
Lincoln Avenue
Starting threads is hard :P

[Clippy]

Tari

I'm alone...
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The rabicano picked her way through the grasses, which were starting to turn to snow. There was a few specks at first, but it built as she continued. She still had labored breathing from her run...but she didn't prefer to think of what had happened earlier. The labored breathing was only shown by the small puffs in the air, from her nostrils, flaring. She could feel a chill in the air, and her legs were espically cold from thee snow that evaporated there and made her red legs wet, making them a dullish brown. The spotted sock on her left hind was dirty, now, it was muddy.
She took a deep breath, taking in the scents of her surroundings with it. There was the damp smell of the snow, the crisp whiff of the air, the...mineral..smell of the river nearby, but none of those piqued her attention, not nearly as much as one scent did. She smelles the scent of a stallion. It seemed to the Northeast, so she followed her nose, ears perked, toward the scent.
But deep down, she was shaken. Her previous experience with a stallion made her wary. She wouldn't give in. No, not this time. She had trusted, and he cut that, even if he did so indirectly. She tried to convince herself she was just curious to see the source of the scent. But...just maybe, she thought, this could be for real. Maybe, trusting that small glimmer of hope, she could find the right stallion for her. She tried to hide that though away for now, though.
She took the everlasting steps toward her new experience, still trying to shed the veil of the past.

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Angel by Aerosmith
I know how you feel. Remember that pathetic attempt from me earlier?

[lady shady]

Bonaparte
This feels like the place between being ready
And being in the way

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At the end of the meadow, Bon saw a freak snow cloud roll in, sprinkling the trees and giving them a paper thin layer of white. Almost as soon as it had come, it was gone. Was it some sort of omen? He didn't know. What he did know is that the mare had reached the edge of the trees and was much closer than before. He would meet her. He swung into his easy rocking canter, stretching out as he ran across the meadow, tiny strides eating up the ground gradually. It felt good. He felt free, and for the first time, he felt unfettered by his own emotions, not tied down or committed to anyone or anything. Except for maybe Rasta, but Scath was taking care of her. She'd be fine.

Now the fuzzy shape of the mare was becoming clearer. He strained for a glimpse of her face. Would it be her? The mare he was looking for? He didn't expect his quest to be over so soon, and as he looked at her, he knew that this wasn't her. But she certainly was beautiful to behold. With the delicate face of an Arab and the lithe muscular build that revealed some Quarter Horse heritage, her rabicano frame wasn't at all hard on his curious eyes. Okay, Bon, he told himself, remember who you are. Remember who you've become. You're not that shy little colt anymore. You're a stag. Mini pep talk finished, he pranced up to her with a bouncy gait he didn't know he'd possessed. "Hello" he began, attempting to make his voice deeper than it actually was. "And who might you be, my fine lady?" Bon stopped in front of her, stretching himself to his full 14.3 hands, painfully aware of his short height. No matter. He'd distract her with his personality. Tossing his ebony forelock carelessly, he let it fall over his deep brown eyes. Gazing at her playfully through the fringe of hair, he waited for her answer before coming any closer.

--behind the post--
360 words
Lincoln Avenue again
Bon Bon's such an awkward flirt xD

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[Clippy]

Tari
I just fell, I don't know why..
Something's there I can't deny..

Tari's brown orbs caught sight of the horse assoiciated with the smell. She gasped, and her step faltered a bit.
His flowy, jet-black mane and tail came behind him in his ultra-smooth pacing as he eyed her. He had a dark brown pelt, contrasting the snow nicely. His legs blended in, however, he had a lot of white to him. He had a dished face, like hers. But he was pure, judging by his height and structure. She stepped toward him, her nose well over his, she predicted, but she tried not to make that the biggest difference.
Then, he spoke, with a voice almost as smooth as silk. But, it was a tad gruff in it, and she suspected he wasn't talking in his normal voice. She laughed, a tinkling laugh, and she almost felt all those barriers she promised herself destroyed...melted..ah, what did it matter? Her brown eyes softened.
And so, she spoke. "My full name would be Jumajia Ha'Tari. Butplease, just call me Tari." she said, in a sweet voice. Not high, by any means, just on a regular, medium level. She was still transfixed. How could she have fallen that fast? It seemed pitiful, weak, after all she had promised herself. But she couldn't help it. She just...melted. A classic love-at-first-sight moment. She tried to remind herself she had just met the stallion, it didn't need to go this far, yet. She shook her glance, shifting from one foot to the other. She took a few experimental steps, since he had stopped a distance away.

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284 words....gah! I just can't reach that 300 mark for some odd reason.
Tari just totally melted, even for the cheap flirt. I decided she shoud be a really, really big softie. Lol.
Yeahh....she's goneee. XD

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[lady shady]

Bonaparte
This feels like the time that I'm ready for you
Are you ready for me

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Tari? Her voice was so sweet, so melodious. And was it working? She seemed to relax, even enjoy herself at the sound of his voice. He hadn't liked the way it sounded, though. Too rough. He cleared his throat, pretending that that was the reason why he had been talking that way. "It's a pleasure, Tari. Allow me to introduce myself." Here, he took a few steps forward, since she had approached him. "They call me Bonaparte. But Bon'll do, if you wish," he continued with a smile. He was curious, so curious about her. If he reached out to touch that silky mane, would she mind, or think him too forward? But he must, he must know...tentatively, he stretched his muzzle toward her, barely brushing her mane with his nose. It was soft, softer than he could've imagined.

The snow moved in again, beginning to fall around them, dusting their pelts with fluffy white flakes. He shivered slightly, becoming cold at the sudden change in weather. Looking at Tari worriedly, he wondered if she would be all right in this weather? He longed to move a little closer, to warm her with the heat from his own body, but he waited to see how she'd react to his touch before moving closer. "May I ask," he went on softly, "how such a lovely mare came to be here without a herd of stags trailing her, begging for her favor?" Here, he shook his head playfully, prancing in place, suddenly wanting to run again. If he did, would she follow? He trotted an experimental few paces before halting and looking back at her. Now he was glad that he was allowing himself to explore this new world. A world full of females that he had forced himself not to notice before. Flicking his ears towards her, his gaze softened. Yes, this new world was a lot better than the other one had been.

--behind the post--
337 words
Lincoln Avenue
Let's see how Bon Bon does with her ^^

[Clippy]

Tari
I'm like a prisoner, captured by your eyes
I've been taken
And I've been hypnotized

Tari felt a shiver run down her spine at his gentle touch. Was it the the sudden wind and cold...or the velvety soft lips running through her mane?
"Bonaparte..." she whispered. "What a fitting name."
She shuddered again, it was definately the cold. She wanted to press closer, but it would seem too forward, she argued to herself. She snuck a glance to the grey clouds. Prehaps they should find shelter? She didn't mind, though, for now.
And then his voice spoke again, better, less rough than the last time. He asked how she had gotton here, and how she was alone. Her face fell a bit, she preferred not to think of it anymore.
"It's a rather long and...dreary story." she said, stumbling over her choice of words. She was fairly certain she didn't need to be spilling her rather unlucky past to this stallion, who still unfortunately felt like a stranger to her. "But if you truely wish to hear it, I could tell my story." she corrected herself, not wanting to discourage the stallion in any way.
Then, he trotted a few steps. Feeling a tad confused, she looked after him. Then, he stopped, turning to her. Was he waiting for her to follow? Though her legs felt weak, the Arabian endurance in her kept her going. She pushed herself into a slow trot, following after him.
She stopped next to him, looking into his eyes. And, she felt weak again. Not in the physical sense, really. He had an...intoxicating presence, almost. She was addicted, in a sense. Another gust of wind blew in, and she shivered again. Untinkingly, she pressed closer, her barrel touching his. When she felt his heat though, she stepped away. Dammit, she let herself go too far! "I-I'm sorry." she half-mumbled, half-stuttered. She looked into his eyes, feeling guilt flood her.

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325 words...ahh...finally.
Tari....my nearly bipolar mare. Poor girl dosen't know what to make of all this.
Barbra Streisand...but the lyrics were perfect!

[lady shady]

Bonaparte
She never compromises, loves babies and surprises
Wears high heels when she exercises
Ain't it beautiful

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Tari shivered slightly at his touch, and he wondered if that was good or bad. Bon really had such limited experience with mares, and the ones he had encountered had always been at the sides of stags who seemed to know what they were doing. Even his old friends who'd had just as little experience as he did now seemed to know how to fascinate the mares that they'd left the bachelor herd for. Why was he just learning these things now as a fully grown stag? It didn't matter, he reminded himself again. They were here now, and he had her undivided attention. That must be worth something, right?

She shifted uncomfortably when he asked her story, putting him off with the explanation that he might find it long or dreary. But she corrected herself, murmuring that she could if he wanted. Although she didn't seem to want to share, he was genuinely curious about Tari's past. Why hadn't she been claimed? Or was she? He looked around quickly, not wanting to incite some huge stag's wrath. But the woods were clear, and the field stretched out empty behind them. "Later." he told her, eyes sparkling playfully. "Stories will pass the time if this storm forces us to seek shelter." She shivered again, and once more he wondered if he was pleasing or repulsing her.

As the flakes began to fall, his prancing prompted a slow forward trot from her. He could sense that she would be too tired to race along with him, even though she most likely wouldn't have had any trouble keeping up with him under normal circumstances. She stumbled closer, pressing against his side. Accidentally or on purpose, he couldn't tell. A brief electric feeling flashed through him, but as soon as it came, it was gone. She pulled away, muttering an apology. Instinctively, he moved towards her as she moved away. "No need for an apology, Tari." He pressed closer to her, the warmth seeping both to his side and to his brain. Awkwardly slinging his dished head over her back, he did his best to warm her. The snow was thickening now, and he was beginning to shiver as well. "What a good idea you had, I agree that we must stay warm. Shall we seek shelter?" He raised his muzzle to the flurry, catching the white flakes on his tongue. A storm, for once, was helping him, not hindering. He didn't think he'd mind being snowbound with Tari; she seemed like the best of company. And he did love a good story. He hadn't had someone to realy talk to since he had run with the bachelors, and they already had known one another's histories since the majority of them had grown up together. Yes, Tari would be a good companion.

Keeping close to her, he trudged through the storm, seeking a cave, a large tree, a bank that overhung an indentation in the ground, anything. The weather was growing colder, but he was growing warmer. He would learn her story. He would learn of her past. And perhaps he would learn something about the mysterious way of mares that had thus far evade him. Finally.

--behind the post--
555 words
Meet Virginia
pshh, no apology necessary for brushing up against him xD

[Clippy]

Tari
I'm on my guard for the rest of the world
But with you I know it's no good

The stallion kept speaking of shelter. And, Tari had to admit- it seemed like a good idea. The flakes were starting to come on harder, so she planned to look soon.
But-how he reacted when she had touched him piques her curiousity the most. He hadn't minded, like Tari thought he would. In face, he came back, pressing over her. She felt the warmth radiate from head to hoof-though only her barrel was touched. She relaxed a little under his touch, sighing and closing her eyes. It just felt right, comforting like this. Silly her-why had she ever thought she could put up that barrier? This was so perfect, so natural in her head. She laid her head softly on his chest,blowing another puff pf mist. But, it wasn't long before the wind seemed to lash at her, interrupting the brief embrace. She sighed again, blowing a puff of mist into the air.
"Shelter..." she agreed. She looked around immediately, looking at the snowfall patterns for a safe place. She turned her head to look in the distance, ears pricked at her target. There was indeed a small cave-what luck! She didn't think they were too commonplace. She nodded in that direction, a little more excited now.
And, she even felt a little fiesty. Her previous weariness hadn't been restored, but she thought she had one more run in her. She only gave Bon one look.
"Revoir, Bonaparte!" she taunted, wheeling around, and pushing her muscles into a gallop. The Thoroughbred proved to be her asset in speed, but the endurance of her Arabian was tiring. She laughed as she galloped- oh, it felt good to push her body as fast as she could go. She hadn't a doubt that Bon's rested body could equal hers, maybe even surpass, but, it felt so nice to run right now.
Tari felt almost in a storybook- here she was, living a rather small fantasy. She found a very nice stag-one who seemed to care for her. Like the prince she hadn't married, almost. The setting wasn't quite right-but who was she to complain? Not everything could be perfect.

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Sparks Fly-Taylor Swift. I'll probably be using that for a while. Lol.
Yes, well Tari dosen't know that. She's as new to this as Bon. Lol.
See the brief bit of French? I just had to. Bonaparte...French...yeah.

[lady shady]

Bonaparte
And I know you're not here to amuse me
But you sure know how to confuse me
So if I could just ask you once again

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To Bon's surprise, what he had done seemed to flip a magic switch in the mare. At his touch, she lowered her head, brushing it against his small chest, seeming to enjoy it. The brief moment of surprise and happiness was interrupted by the wind, which seemed to distract Tari. She agreed solemnly that it would be necessary to find shelter, and then just as suddenly took off with a playful launch forward, throwing a teasing farewell in the Ancient tongue back at him. Ears pricked in excitement, he sped off after her, short legs churning, initially trying to catch her, but eventually settling at a comfortable pace at her heels. He much preferred to be in pursuit of the mare than to attempt to overtake her and end the fun. Letting loose a jubilant whinny, he put on a sudden burst of speed, reaching out and tapping Tari on the hip with his muzzle and wheeling away from her, tail raised high, inviting her to come catch him. Heart pounding from the brisk gallop, he pranced in place. He couldn't help noticing the way that the gently falling snow was settling on her lashes and muzzle. He wanted to reach out and brush it off lightly, and he wondered if she would like that too, as she had seemed to like his touch earlier. He glanced around, searching for a direction in which to turn when she came after him. His gaze was met with the darkness of a small cave to his right. Shelter? He'd ask Tari once she came closer.

Sighing happily, he sent a slight shiver down his spine to twitch off some of the snow. He hadn't had this much fun in...well, ever. He recognized it as something different from the play snow fights he'd had in his younger days. Maybe mares just made everything different? Bon wasn't sure, but he was all too willing to find out.

--behind the post--
330 words
All American Girl
whew, sorry that took so long, Clippy! If you post, I'll try to squeeze in another later.
and lol, French is the language of the Ancients on Forma Silvestris (:

[Clippy]

Tari
And you stood there in front of me

Tari kept her speed, though frowned upon the fact he was ot challanging her. Then he felt his small touch on her rump, but only caught a glimpse of him wheeling away. Almost instantly, she turned on the tips of her hooves, spinning toward him. she even oivershot him a bit, so she had to turn back and stop in one precise movement.

Just close enough to touch

She stood there, breathing for but a moment, staring at him. And marveling, yet again, at his superior stature. Nodding, she steoed back to his side, not knowing what else to do. What could she do? Tari had experienced nothing like this before. Not anybody who cared enough

Just close enough to hope you couldn't

Tari shouldn't have been this hurt. But she was one easily intimidated by fear. It wasn't Ramaskith that had ruined her. It was her love before that. Ramaskith....he brought back the memories. Sort of. Tari sighed, closing her eyes.
It'd been one very dark time for her. She was in heat, and her stallion wouldn't provide. He said that she wasn't ready, so he would stay away. She was grazing one day, when a lone stallion came. And...it happened. she hadn't meant for it to, but how could she help it?
The next day, her stallion felt guilty. So he offered, and then..she refused, telling him the truth. He seemed...angry, but she had yet to see his wrath. A few months later, when she acatually had the foal...he was beyond enraged once he realised the full truth.
Most stallions would be kicked out at age three. Her lead had forced hers out at two. And then..a year late, she watched her son die in front of her eyes as he challenged his right to a herd. She wailed, she screamed at the sky, to make this a joke, to give her back her son. But nothing...he was dead. The stallion all-too-gladly left her behing, and face it: she deserved it. But nothing...nothing could replace her son.
Ramaskith almost reminded her of that lead stallion. Cool, calm, and collected, only to release his wrath. It brought back too many memories. So, she had run. It was all she could think about.

See what I was thinking of

She came back to reality, hoping that her pause wasn't too obvious. "Bonaparte..." she whispered. "Prehaps we should..find...shelter?" she trailed, again catching his eyes.

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Sparks fly- such a fitting song!
Ehhh....I like this post. Sort of.