Conference Call [ Zebulon ]

[Tea]

Hotblood or not Novak didn’t care much for the sands, he had been born on solid ground and that’s where his hooves liked to be. Here the ground shifted about underneath your hooves – it wasn’t enough to upset his balance, but the overall sensation was peculiar. It was a sensation he was just starting to get used to for he had been travelling for quite some time now in an attempt to track down the stallion Zebulon. There was business to be had and perhaps an alliance to be formed. You see Novak had recently visited the hills, an empty kingdom that was supposedly ruled over by the King of the sands. It was a dangerous expanse of land, with steep cliffs that prescribed death for those of a less alert mentality and nimbleness of foot. That was what had lured him to it, he was a hardy equine himself, and any mares he acquired would have to be similar in order to be worthy of his companionship – let alone the privilege of birthing his offspring. Anyone that he mistook for being worthy would be weeded out by his land, at least what was to be his land.

He had already roamed the hills for a month or so, getting to know the ins and outs of their nooks and crannies. It had been invaluable knowledge acquired without interruption; it was a priceless advantage that any to-be King was best to have. Indeed, what was the use of ruling a Kingdom if you didn’t have the slightest clue how to navigate it effectively? You wouldn’t have any advantage when the time came around and some foolish young stud was challenging you for your throne. The bicolor stallion’s pace came to an abrupt halt as a thought graced his twisted mind. Was he weak for seeking out Zebulon? Surely the lands were not for the faint of heart, but was the manner in which he intended to acquire them sufficient? The near lack of scent Zebulon had left behind plainly spoke of the stud’s disinterest in Tjos so acquiring the title of Hill King would be a cake walk, or so he presumed. The scenario wasn’t quite right, his hooves wanted to drag his body back to some other territory where he would more traditionally challenge for the title.

Novak’s sense of opportunity won out over tradition, there was no shame in acquiring the hills via consultation. If some other stag came along in the future and challenged his title he would simply prove himself then, that was that. His eyes locked on the patch of green in front of him, it startled him ever so slightly for he hadn’t realized how deep in thought he had really been. No matter, he had reached his goal, the oasis where Zebulon was rumored to reside. His legs resumed a slow, steady pace towards the outcropping of green. His pink lips parted as he called out. “Zebulon! There is business to attend to, be so kind as to join me will you.” His voice was low and deep, commanding, but not in an offensive manner, it was in fact almost… friendly. After all he was here to make an alliance and take the Hills off his fellow stallion’s hands. Not to start a dispute by any means. His stark white head raised to better his view, scanning the dunes and bladed banks of the oasis, surely the Sand King couldn’t be far off.

OOC: Eh... starting posts suck xD

[skibbereenfarms]

ZEBULON.
king of the sands.

Of course, the stallion had to question the presence of a stallion who had "buisness to attend to" with him. He had been patroling his oasis when he heard the voice, and he felt his heart sink a bit. He had to wonder why this stallion intruded on his oasis, and he hoped it wasn't for the reason he was thinking. He wasn't prepared for a fight, but he had loved ones to protect, and he knew he would do anything necessairy to make sure they stayed safe. If it meant spilling a little blood, well, so be it.

Zebulon moved slowly through his oasis and toward the stranger. He wished that time could slow down so he could put this meeting off for as long as possible. Unfortunately, the scent of the other stallion was a bit strong, as if he had been searching for the king for a while now. Eventually the bay found the stranger's figure; well-built for the sands, much like his own. He was clearly much taller than Zebulon, and that intimidated the stallion a bit, but he did his best not to show it. He decided that the best thing for him was to keep his distance until he figured out what exactly the stallion wanted. After all, there was a chance that he didn't want what Zebulon had in mind.

Trying to keep his dignity in tact, the stallion lifted his head proudly - like a king would - and called out to the stallion. After all, he had to face him eventually. "What 'business' did you have in mind?" he asked. Zebulon planted his hooves in the ground and held himself back, trying to come off as friendly instead of mean. After all, he could always use allies if the stallion ended up not threatening him.

ooc: I apologize for the general crappiness. xD

[Tea]

Zebulon had taken his time approaching Novak, his steps were calculating and a tad wary. It was nothing to be ashamed of, the size difference between the two of them was rather significant and by the look of things the bay stallion was the slightest bit younger than Novak as well. Sleek as Nov was his coat was riddled with scars, pock marking the black and white hide. Few were significant, and the ones that were were from his early youth, a period in time when he had been learning the ropes of fighting tactics. Now, six years old and nearing his prime the most he usually sustained were nicks and bruises, though there was of course the occasional occasion of more serious injuries. He was good, but he was by no means invincible.

Sky blue eyes took in the bay hotblood before him, his face was white topside and underneath, but strangely lacking the coloration along the sides. Zebulon’s legs were also adorned with three white stockings, not unlike himself; they even shared the same bare left leg. The thought of the vague similarity between the two was bemusing to Novak. Though near insignificant. His keen ears pricked forward as the king of the sands inquired about his alleged business. He slightly dipped his head, acknowledging the question with a straight forward reply. “I have recently been haunting the realm of Tjos, and though your scent does linger, I couldn’t help but notice your lack of presence there.” He paused, allowing the comment to sink in as he mulled over how to continue his response. “Although I don’t currently have any ladies under my wing I thought I’d hazard finding you and proposing an alliance. That is providing you grant me the kingship of Tjos, for you obviously hold no interest there.” He stopped again, a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth; it was a slightly eerie expression, flat and all business.

His commentary had been blunt, a tad rude even, but there was to be no beating around the bush for matters like these. He wanted Tjos, and if Zebulon didn’t want to give it to him he’d gladly fight him for it. Which would be silly, why on earth would the king of the sands fight over Tjos and risk losing Eilkasun as well? It was bold of Novak that was undoubtable, especially since he didn’t currently have so much as a band. Not formally anyways… Though he had gone windowshopping and knew which mares he would grow to call his own. It was just a matter of gathering them up and taking them back to the hazardous land of Tjos.

OOC: S'all good skibs So yea, no ladies yet, but I have people lined up, and he definitely has a queen.. xD

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[skibbereenfarms]

ZEBULON.
king of the sands.

His sudden nervousness seemed to fade almost immediately. The somewhat intimidating stallion was merely inquiring about the other lands that he technically had ownership to: the hills. There was a reason that he rarely traveled there; he wasn't too acquainted with it. He had no idea of where the most dangerous points were, and there was no way he'd risk letting someone he knew simply wander there and end up getting hurt or dying because of it. The fact that this stranger was willing to take it off of his hooves made him feel so relieved, but he still wanted to let the stallion know that Zebulon was still a proud king of his own land, and he wanted to be sure that it stayed that way. "Trust is earned, stallion, and I want you to know that I'm only willing to hand over the hills because I see them as a threat to this herd's survival." He wished it could have been easier to befriend this stallion, but honestly he could be anybody. "Tell me your name so that I know what kind of brute will be taking this off of my shoulders."

ooc: Crappy again, and I apologize. Just trying to get this thread done, y'know? xDD

[Tea]

Ahh, music to his ears, Zebulon’s response was just what Novak wanted to hear. As for the hills being a threat to Zebulon and his herd, well yes, he could see that. The hills were damn near the polar opposite of the desert, just as he felt uncomfortable trudging around on the shifting sands he could assume that Zebulon felt quite lost amongst the sudden dips and inclines of Tjos. Thus it was perfectly normal that they would come to a mutual agreement so quickly. Novak snorted happily, dipping his proud head to his equal. “One’s trash is another’s treasure.” He lifted his head, a modest sense of success gracing his features. “I’m not sure if my reputation has run rampant enough to precede me, but Novak is my name.”

OOC: S’all good. I totally understand/agree xD Should I post in the Tjos herd update? Or do you want me to wait until Zeb gives the 100% go ahead? xD

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