.The Wind In Her Hair.

[Scarlette]

Aislinn

She stood out against the green grass, but she didn’t care. She was perfectly content to wandering around the grassy plain, munching on some of the grass here or there, waiting for the universal sign that something was about to change her life. Like...if lightning struck in front of her on this clear day. Or if a bird pooped on her despite there not being any birds in the sky. Aislinn snorted softly in disdain, ears lying back as she shook her head. Did such ludicrous signs even exist? Clearly they did not, for she had yet to see such an obnoxious display of some supreme being altering her life course like her mother told her would happen. Did that mean mother was full of lies? It wouldn’t be the first that much was for certain.

The mare shook her head again, sending her silvery mane everywhere in the process. The heavy set mare shuffled forward, forcing her frame into a meandering trot. She knew it would be much safer to stay on the move than to stand still. At least, she wanted to make it to the crest of the hill so she wouldn’t be caught unaware. Once atop the hill, her dark eyes scanned the expanse of grass that surrounded her. She didn’t exactly care that she stood out. It was rather nice, actually, because she could be easily spotted. If she was lucky, a King would come by and take her home; whisk her away and keep her as safe as possible. But even those thoughts were too optimistic, she mentally admitted. She knew a lot of stallions these days simply sowed their seeds and drug back their unfortunate victims. The mere though made the sooty bay mare grimace. She could only hope that that wasn’t what was in store for her future.


{Tag: Snow's Kiri
{Notes: xx

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[Snowfrost]

KIRIOUS.

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It had been many years since the last time misfortune was upon them, according to his mother, but it had been his entire year thus far, and though the youth was merely three, he was thrown the title and responsibility of being a King. The River King, to be more precise, and though he loved the lands he called his home, he needed a bit of a break from them every once in a while. Plus, with the Lands being so peaceful anymore, what harm was there realy in him leaving them for only a couple of hours? Yes, the youth that was Kirious believed that a land in peace would remain at peace, though the times were not quite so where they would prove his thoughts wrong. The young spit-faced stallion trotted along the grassy plains, which reminded him much of his home in the Grasslands, minus his favorite feature: the rivers. Even now, as the black stallion moved, his coat was dripping from the swim he had taken only a short while prior. He was not the tallest, nor the most intimidating, but he was quite strong, and had probably the kindest of hearts. Some might think that this would give him a disadvantage -- his naivity, and all, but Kiri seen it in another manner. To be kind was to be accepting, and to accept others was to keep things right in the world.

The stallion paused his steps, slowing to a standstill before shaking his black coat once more. His coat did not retain water very well, because he had grown up swimming, and had been birthed from swimmers, who themselves had been birthed from swimmers and -- well, the linage in the Grassland herd went far back. Kiri himself had been entrusted the lands, for the former King seen his heart to be the best for his herd. Of course, the heir did not appreciate this, so Kiri had a tough start as the King. However, he was able to overcome it, as the Heir's father kicked him out. It was a tough leave to witness, and he was powerless to stop the King's decision. With the ambitious stallion out of the way, the Old King paved the way for Kirious. Shaking his head lightly, Kiri shook with it the memories and past. Flicking his ears, the black stallion scanned the lands for some company. Sure, the herd was nice -- the mares were always kind to him, and his mother had been as well, before... well, he certainly did not want to get into that. Mother had always been the Old King's favorite, and at times the Queen thought that she was loved more than the mare herself, and jealousy was a horrible trait that the late Queen possessed. When the King died, she herself departed from the lands, not wanting to watch a horse that was not her blood take rein of the lands, even though Kiri was the best choice. Kirious snorted. There he went again, delving back into his past. The young King bent down and tore at a few blades of grass, deciding to think of something -- anything else.

An all-too familiar scent met the stallion's nostrils, and his ears perked instantly. A foreign mare. Now, the black stallion was indeed a stallion, but not in the sense of being a hormone-enraged one, much like the Heir was. Kiri still held strongly to his younger side, and it only aided him with his klutziness. Yes, the stallion was accident-prone, and the King of lands that contained many strong rivers. Sure, this fact may have placed him in lower regards to many, but the stallion was meant to lead the herd. He had proven that, many times before. However, Nature seemed to constantly be on his hide, constantly throwing things towards the stallion. Regardless of this, the stallion managed to hold his own well. Kirious snorted once more, focusing again. Nickering lightly, the split-faced youth broke into a canter and made his way toward the hilled area of the plains. Her scent was strong, and he was curious as to what she was like, and well, who she was.

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[Scarlette]

Aislinn

The mare let her thoughts wander as she stood there, enjoying the sights and the atmosphere. She occasionally flicked her silvery tail, casting away annoying pests and the like, and her gaze occasionally flickered across the vast expanse of land. Otherwise, the sooty bay mare was still. Almost statuesque, if it were not for the fact her sides moved as she breathed, her ears occasionally twitching from the different sounds around her, and her eyes darting to and fro. Every once in a while, her muzzle dropped to the ground to nibble at the emerald colored blades of grass, before her head rose to gaze out onto the horizon again.

It was then her gaze was met by a black spot on the horizon, moving at a fast pace towards her. The mare’s brow furrowed slightly, but she remained still. It was best not to react until she knew for sure what was coming towards her. Aislinn’s ears twitched as the stallion’s nicker reached her, confirming her suspicious about the black being. She remained still, anyways, since it appeared that he meant no harm. Te heavy set mare shifted, though, as he grew closer. She angled herself slightly away from him, so that if she had to, she could turn and flee. “Good ‘morrow, sire,” she spoke, her voice was soft and gentle, despite her rather large appearance. Her brown eyes studied him carefully, before she continued speaking. “What brings you out here?”

{Tag: Snow's Kiri
{Notes: xx

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