Walking in Loneliness...

[Chloe]

[font=Verdana][glow=blue,2,300]Jazz, the sorrel 4 yr. old colt walks down the small path, foreign to this place. By his side is Teresa, his only friend. He likes its lush greenery and trees, and thinks. He goes to the water's edge, taking a small sip. He looks up. There are few horses around to greet him. Jazz whinnys, hoping to catch somebody's attention. Nobody looks up.

"Why won't anybody look at me? I don't see any reason why everybody doesn't notice me when I walk by or make noises?" he demanded.

Then, a mare looked up. Jazz is still infuriated with the horses around him. He snorts and whinnys again in frustration. Being the bold adventurer that he was, he looks for a stallion to mingle with. But, there seems to be nobody there.[/glow][/font]

[varda»]

mascu' of earthen hued did roam his domain. all seemed in order, his love Navy was around and about. he did give her space on what other events did play out before, such drama did follow her, yet, none took against his Queen, for she was the one that his organ did beat for, his own soul to say to himself to live on, forget such life, and forgive such a grudge that would haunt a weak-hearted lord. yet his gaze did not set 'pon this stag that she had dubbed him 'Koi' it did not matter, yet it would give him such a closure of such calamity, to face him, see through his windows to his soul, to wonder if he was stronger than he for his lady, and dare yet to challenge him for the phyique of his Queen.

thoughts of such should be back in the mind, for it would poison the soul of Ebrithil of hate, greed, lust that would corrupt his soul in darqness. a tongue of fire sparking a destructive fire, a chain of events would then take place. for fear of lost comes from anger, anger then would push hate in his soul, and with such charred emotions, suffering would come to the lord, whether by losing his dear Navy, or all together losing his domain to this other stag. stay calm, stay cool, did thought the lord as flints did take him through the twisting natural skyscrapers.

with such daydreaming, two towers did stood vertical at a alienated tune. one not of his lady in distress, yet this one seemed come from an intruder, another lord at least, one that has visited Ebrithil's domain. how dare he come to Navy again, thought Ebrithil jumping to conclusion that this "Romeo" of Navy did come back to his "Juliet" yet Ebrithil's lady at least. momentum did stir, mass did heave over the lithosphere as he glided throughout the twisted vegetation. visionaries did dart through the realm, catching even a glimsp of mass of masculine features. and there, at last, a departing masc' did make his leaving. two towers did descend backwards, showing such agression that the lord did hide inside him. obsidians strike the passing earth, beating of a drum toward the stranger of mahogany. his presense did open to the sight of the lord now, encircling him did mass conjure, agression in each step of defense in this intruder. labrums did snap as harsh rasps did pour through the passage, in a warning state to explain the appearance of this mahogany intruder.
Halt there sorra', dare trot in my domain, take a little stroll did ye? Yet ye have stepped in my domain and my Lady's. Now explain such your appearance here I demand it.

[Chloe]

[glow=blue,2,300]Jazz looked frightfully at the stallion, surprised by his sudden appearance. The stallion looked great, and not happy. Jazz, with his heart beating wildly in his chest, he managed to say, 'O, great lord, I want no trouble, merely taking a stroll about the lands. I have no home, so I need someplace to roam. I stopped in your great domain for rest, and a small drink of water. I will be leaving shortly, so do not fear that I will stealy one of your mares.' Jazz finished his explanation with a sigh and went to the watering hole for another drink. Looking over at the great stallion, who was still glaring at him, he laid down and fell asleep...[/glow]

[varda»]

frustration did linger in the ebon two windows of the soul. such would this one have hospitality in this realm, splitting it with one such with this stag. and yet another stag did enter 'pon request to reside in Ebrithil's domain. all seemed too much for Ebrithil to grasp. this was his domain, his realm to wander, yet was he being to greedily with all of this? oxygenators did rasp out, releasing anxity from his mass, a snort did echo in tolerance of yet another presence of this stag. yet natural features of calmness did display when time did pass.
not to make a sight to decline the stag, gaze did harden on him, a natural gaze that stood for authority of the sorra' that had stepped in without invitation. labrums did descend as authorive voice did presume, completing the visage of stone-like features.
You may reside here to place your head, yet word of caution to you brute, ye are only part of the harem, no authority will be given to you to call claimance on the minxs that already reside here. Here I limit ye just a position of a resident here, for now. Ye must show what you are capable of to share my domain with you.

OOC: sorreh, repeated post, but im not entirely stable to make a new one.
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