&& ive lost my head

[aPPY]

Footsteps crunch against the snow as the average sized bulk works his way through the area. Large, curved ears are pinned as he snorted and paws at the ground. Snow, he thinks, wrinkling his nose in disgust. The light coloring, blanketed with more of the falling fluff, almost blends with the white, cold substance covering the ground, like two dark orbs staring out from the shadows; only the opposite. Why was he up here, in this damned wasteland? It was the quickest way to get to the battle that he knew, though staring up at the mountan looming above him, he wasn't as sure anymore. He stomped his hoof, angry at himself, and at the weather. He shakes his curved head, narrowing his eyes at the ground and the ice that coats it. He turns, stomping his way in the other direction. His hooves become packed with the fluff and he kicks angrily, the compacted substance flying from the space before new snow gathers.

He stopped, standing still as he looked at the area around him. Was there anyone else in the territory? Had everyone else already fled from the Lord, even as Rashidi worked his was toward his grasp? He didn't understand the fear that others held when thinking of the Lord. He was a visionary, and he was brave enough to seize what he wanted. Why did that have cause to fear? Ras admired him. But now he had an even longer journey to finding the Lord and joining his forces. He shook his head, nickering quietly as he sprung into an extended trot, the spanish heritage that ran in his veins carried him softly and quietly across the dying ground.

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bleh. new characterr.

[Black Thorns]

Nicaske turned her head as she heart the crunching of hooves. Someone else was here. Carefully, near silently, she moved closer to the sound. She watched the exotic horse, determining that the intruder was male.

Oh, yes.

She had been needing a game for quite a while, quite a long while, and this stallion was the perfect candidate. His convexed face intrigued her, his pale coloring thrilling her. Obviously in his own world, he continued to move before stomping off in the other direction. She watched, amused, as he kicked and let loose the fluff packed into her hooves.

She saw him freeze, beginning to search the land. As his gorgeous head began to turn towards her, she carefully stepped out a view. Not just yet... He wouldn't be the one to find her- she would find him. She sighed, relieved as he stopped looking about himself. She grinned at his extended trot, Spanish heritage obvious in this one. She nickered softly, hoping to slow him as she began to pick her way delicately over to him. She was preoccupied, yes, and on her way down to the battle- but why not stop to enjoy the travel? She'd seen the lord- and my, was he handsome- but he intimidated her, almost. That massive power, an entire army at his command... how could she not be? Of course she would serve him- but it would be a service that she almost felt was needed to do. If she didn't, she was as good as dead.

"Well there, guapo," she purred, catching up to his pace easily, "Where are you headed? To serve the Lord, I'd well guess." She cut him off, hoping to make him stop in his path. "Why not take a little while longer...?"

[aPPY]

Someone nickered and he paused, ears flickering before starting forward again, shaking the sounds off. "Well there, guapo," a voice said, a blue figure entering his peripheral vision. "Where are you headed? To serve the Lord, I'd well guess." Ras stopped as the mare cut across his path, stopping in front of him. He nodded once, a slight dip of his head. "Ye-" he started to say but she continued talking. "Why not take a little while longer...?" He eyed her warily, stepping back a stride to give him some space from the stranger. "Oh? And how might I occupy my time?" He asked, his head tilting to the side, curious. The mare was a tad shorter than him, but not majorly so. Her coloring was interesting to say the least, the greying blue color fading into the strips of more prominent white in a brindle pattern. Her ears were tipped with dark colors, along with her legs and nose; and there was a spark in the mahogany eyes as they stared at him. She was of a sturdy stature, her lineage obviously adapted to the harsher times before peace. She had asked if he was joining Ramaskith's army; did she plan to do the same?

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blehhhhh.

[Black Thorns]

Nicaske began to show a soft, suggestive smile as she stepped closer to him. She just allowed the tip of her tail to brush against his legs as she moved, almost catlike, around him. "Oh, I don't know..." she trailed off, swaying as she moved- offering, yet not offering. She continued to circle him as she spoke, her hot breath mingling wish his in the cold air. "I can think of many things..."

She stepped close enough that her pelt just touched his as she moved ever closer to his head.

"Would you like to know what I'm thinking of, mi único español?" she asked, lips brushing his ear as she spoke.

She moved suddenly, stepping away from him and picking her way further ahead. "Unless, of course, you only care for war..."

[aPPY]

She smiled and stepped around him, "Oh, I don't know..." she said, hips twisting as she moved. His eyes followed her, though his mind reminded him to remain cautious. This was a stranger, after all. "I can think of many things..." Her side brushed against his as she moved closer to him, "Oh can you?" He said softly, his head tilting to the side as he glanced at her dark form out of the corner of his eye. "Would you like to know what I'm thinking of, mi único español?" She asked, his breath twisting in his ear and causing the appendage to twitch. Then she stepped away, quickly, jogging ahead. "Unless, of course, you only care for war..."

Ras chuckled softly, walking up alongside the mare. "War is not everything, flor de las burlas," he replied, the foreign words flowing easily off his tongue and making a natural accent appear. "There are other, much more cosas interesantes, in life."

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shorrtt..

lalala. ;)

[Black Thorns]

Oh, he was so much like the others. She'd move away, and hardly a moment after they'd come up from behind her. They'd try to be suave, try to charm her, and she'd play along. They never were quite as appealing as he seemed to be, though. Being the mare she was, she rather fancied how stallions looked- and quite frankly, his convex head, Spanish frame was far more attractive than the Arabian's fragile frame, dished face were. She kept from letting her triumphant feeling show as she subtly moved closer to him. "Mmmm, and my Spanish one, would you care to tell me what these things are? Or should I simply guess?" she asked, a false innocence coating her voice as she entwined her tail with his.
"Would... speaking be one?" she teased.

[aPPY]

"Mmmm, and my Spanish one, would you care to tell me what these things are? Or should I simply guess? Would... Speaking be one?"
He gently shook his head, "Only if you were speaking to the right person, flor sin saberlo," he replied with a wink of his amber eyes. He gently brushed her shoulder with a touch of his muzzle before prancing a few strides forward, glancing back over his shoulder. "Though, un extraño, these other, more interesting things, must be discovered for themselves." He smiled mysteriously, shaking his head and daring her to follow him. "I am Rashidi," he said, "And by what title would be appropriate to address one such as yourself, luminoso?" He asked, a small smile still present on his face.

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SHORT

[Black Thorns]

"Oh, so it is merely a name that you wish of me...? Yours is most... exciting," she said, almost as if avoiding the question. "A name. A title... I go by the name if Nicaske- though perhaps you should choose a more fitting title, mi guapo desconocido." He was playful, almost teasing in manner as he spoke to her, daring her to follow him. "Now, how exactly do you perform that exotic trot, señor? I'd rather like to dance with you..." she said, her words implying many different meanings. She trotted daintily, almost not fitting for her sturdy build- yet somehow she managed to make it work. "Rashidi," she repeated, once she stood at his side. "Rashidi, wouldn't you like to dance...?"

[aPPY]

"Oh, so it is merely a name that you wish of me...? Yours is most... exciting. A name. A title... I go by the name if Nicaske- though perhaps you should choose a more fitting title, mi guapo desconocido." He smiled, "A more fitting title, flor oscura? Why, when the current one seems to fit so perfectamente?"
"Now, how exactly do you perform that exotic trot, señor? I'd rather like to dance with you..." He chucked lightly, watching as she attempted to move lightly across the packed ground. "Well, señorita, the movements are more naturales for one such as myself, though perhaps one can be enseñado."
"Rashidi," she stood at his side now, "Rashidi, wouldn't you like to dance...?" He smiled, tossing his forelock to the side, "Señorita, how I do el amor a la danza." He crossed his legs, moving to the side and dipping his head. He tured, amber eyes peering out at the blue mare, "Do you love to dance, flor efímera?"

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so much words. xD
/bulk of post

[Black Thorns]

"Why yes, my Spanish one," she began. How odd; she rather liked this little pet name instead of his real name. Rashidi. It was regal, empowering- it gave a sense of importance, exotic strength to the stag she has no hesitation in twisting to her liking. It was so much easier during winter, she had to admit; they were nearly drunk on her if she so much as swished her tail near them. This stallion proved no different. "I rather do enjoy... dancing."

She picked up her hooves, beginning a piaffe with that practiced elegance she carried with her. Surely it would be more impressive on a smaller, more fragile build- but she rather enjoyed this move. She curled her head down, arching her neck and looking up at him for a moment before slowing again to a stop.

"Unless... You had another dance in mind, Rashidi," she said, his name soft, intimate in how she spoke of him. What a wonderful toy he would make...