What a Wonderful Day (Open)

[fang]

A soft melody trailed along with the big black beauty as she walked. Her midnight pelt glistened in the light of the day. Ears flicked back and forth restlessly, listening, focusing on the sounds around her. She could hear her words bouncing off the trees and shrubbery around her. She stopped and went suddenly silent. She knew exactly where she was and she could have sworn she heard someone else. She didn't even breathe as she listened intently.

Her large frame spun around and then she cleared the area. Her feet flew into the air as she bucked around having some fun for a moment, before settling back down and walking to the edge of the water. She raised one front hoof and brought it back down. She slapped the ground over and over, trying to determine exactly where the water line was and how deep it was. Water splashed up and onto the belly of the beauty. Hearing the water and how deep it was she stopped and lowered her delicate head to the liquid and drank deeply. The cool water slid down her throat easily. It refreshed her and settled in her belly. She lifted her skull, water dripping from her chin and back into the lake. She heard each drip as it connected with its larger counter part.

All the world was still for a few moments, not a bird chirped, not the trees rustled, the only resounding sound was the deep inhale and exhales of Whiplash as she stood taking her surroundings. What a wonderful day it had turned into. She felt the heat from the sun soak up into her skin and it warmed her from the inside out. The warmth was so addictive, she couldn't convince herself to move. As she stood in the water taking in the warmth and beauty of the day, her brain wondered where and what she was going to do once she finally decided to leave the lake.

[Heaver]

Tziga
my touch would leave you trembling

He couldn't help it he had to travel find something else to entertain himself for the time being, probably some mare to tiddle with for a moment or two. And well there were no mares in his homeland, if Hades accepted his plea to let him take control of that area. Then again the peace and quiet was nice and there was no point in traveling to the claiming land and disrupt the calmness just yet. Even with that peacefulness Tziga couldn't help but wonder what type of mares he would fill his lands with, of course a few demi goddesses to keep the blood line strong, but he had to have his slaves and his normal mares to keep him occupied and hopefully without a fight. Then again the fight made it so much more fun to toy with them, kept him entertained longer. Slowly he moved his loudly colored frame into the land scouring the land closest to him with his blue eyes.

How strange it was his loud coloring and beautiful eyes was a product of dear ole dad. Hades. It was almost a God send (well technically it was a God send), it helped him lure in his prey how could something so brightly colored be something evil that could hurt a pretty little hair on your head. Noticing a dark mare just a few yards away he watched her fling herself across the land playfully, then she entered the water as if the land wasn't able to control her body and she needed something else to play in. Stretching his dial out just enough to feel the pull and release on his neck muscles preparing himself trying to decide how he would portray himself to her. Letting a soft smile crawl across his maw, he extended his white legs into a soft trot throwing his dial in the air excited for the game ahead. Stopping just a few feet away from the mare, enough to be able to examine her further decide if he could take advantage of her if he wanted but she was fairly tall for a mare but confidence and the spirit of Hades inside of him he was sure that he could take her if he wanted her.

Let the games begin. Nodding his dial in respect for the mare he decided he would play with the mare until he got bored. Unless of course he intrigued her for some strange reason, it had happened of course it was bound to happen, he was a stallion and he had his weak moments where the fairer sex held him in a trance of some sort. Pulling his eyes up to meet hers trying to instill confidence in her let her know that he wasn't there to hurt her. Not yet anyhow. "I see you're having fun in the water." She looked so regal there, she looked as if she should be a spawn of Hades but she didn't look cruel enough to be a sibling of his. Probably just a mortal.

-508-Word Count

Tziga
7
Lustino.Paint.Arabian.Quarter Horse.Friesian.
Stallion
Hades
Mate
Working on it ;)

[fang]

Her ears registered him long before he approached her. She knew his exact build, and the way he carried himself. She simply continued on with her way. She could tell he was male by his scent. She however did not know his allegiance, but by the way he carried himself and his way of tracking along the ground she knew he was not shy. He was a temptation to be resisted.

Her large black head snapped in his direction when she heard his voice, such a nice tone. She liked hearing it. It was probably one that she should avoid but she couldn't stop herself from replying to him.
"One must enjoy the little things in life otherwise joy would not be found."
All her life she was blind, but for once she wished she could see who the owner of this wonderful voice belonged to. Her lifeless black eyes searched the space in which she knew he stood. One ear stood erect in his direction paying close attention to him, making sure she knew exactly where he was and what he was doing. The other ear flicked around listening for anything else that could possibly make a noise. She did not want to get caught in a trap. She could very well defend herself and would do so, should the moment call for it. She was not one to stand by and take whatever was doled in her direction. If stuff was going to fly then by Gods she was going to grow herself a pair and fly right back.

[Heaver]

Tziga
my touch would leave you trembling

The thrill of the game was getting largely a head of himself resisting the temptation the shiver. Pushing the energy to his tail he whisked it across his hindquarters where it made a whirl or brown and white across his body. How they differed in color it seemed as if they should be in eachother shoes, the blue eyed paint should be the mouse in the black one's game, but its the way fate played out was quite commical. Pushing his forelegs out enough to stretch once again, he needed to seem relaxed around this mare, plus she had not run away yet. Then again he hadn't revealed his intentions, though he would whenever he decided what they were. Little mare, please don't disappoint me.

Her words were melodious a nice match to his own, the two could make a choir if they wished. It would be odd the two of them dancing and singing infront of groups for mere pay, letting a dry laugh escape his lungs at his own thought of 'fame'. However distorted his version of it was. "Seems I find myself in beautiful and philosophical company... A rare combination." If he could he would end this phrase with a wink but that was too much, it would be a drastic thing for him to break down and wink at a mare. A coy grin would do. Taking a few steps he shrinked the distance between them, not close enough to where he would enter the cool water but just close enough to where he could study her body better. She's blind. Shaking his dial softly he realized that she wouldn't be able to see his coy grin or if he had given her that wink it would be a waste of energy. C.ocking his back left hock he took on a relaxed state, no point in keeping up a constant smile if she couldn't see it. It was pointless and Tziga, well he didn't waste his time. "Now I have to ask talking to you won't put you in danger with your leader?", he took on a cautious tone playing the innocent stallion part oh so well, this should be easy. Still he needed to decide what he wanted to do with her.

-376-Word Count

Tziga
7
Lustino.Paint.Arabian.Quarter Horse.Friesian.
Stallion
Hades
Mate
Working on it ;)

[fang]

She listened intently to him, loving the sound of his voice. She shifted back and forth on her front feet to keep her occupied. She needed to think of something else before her mind ran away from her and she found herself caught off gaurd.

After a thorough search of her surroundings she came to the conclusion that it was just the two of them at the waters edge. Her muscles relaxed a little bit knowing something or someone would not randomly jump out at her from any direction.
A smile appeared on her face, "Rare indeed, yet the real question is, Can you keep up?" She resisted the urge to take a step back away from him however when he proceeded toward her. She knew he was exactly two strides from the waters edge and she was one whole stride in the cool liquid. She lifted her head a little bit, her whole body trained on him.
"Dear sir, I do not have a leader. I am but a mere wanderer." She stepped from the water, passing him by as she stepped onto dry land and shook the residing droplets from her satin coat. She could tell he was used to playing this game, and she knew it was a game from the tone of his voice. Not much got by her. She was examining him, taking in every note and word and breaking down each possible meaning. He appeared sweet, but there was a much deeper underlying feeling to it. Her gut told her so. Regardless, she could play couldn't she? She had left home almost a year ago and not come by a single worthy sutior.

She was a strong mare, with a deep sense of independence and pride. Needless to say she was intimidating. She scared off every one with her need to be who she was. And the ones that let her be that way were of no real interest. They had no brains and were simply interested for breeding. She however was not. She wanted a mate who was more than that, an interesting mind and sound body. This one, he could have potential. Only time would tell, should she allow it.

[Heaver]

Tziga
my touch would leave you trembling

He could feel the ground give way beneath his feet, almost as if he could manipulate the Earth to his will. Of course he couldn’t but there was no point in arguing with him, he would even argue with himself. Now he is sure that he has lost one of the arguments with himself before, but there was no point in letting himself win against himself all the time. Didn’t make much sense did it, but rarely did dear Tziga make sense. Pushing his weight back to even on all for of his feet, the ground was soft this close to the water. He found it hard to keep his eyes off of her, a nice piece of eye candy he decided to keep his company with at the moment, a surge of pleasure rippled through his body proud of his decision. Audits swiveled listening to her words, this is why the opposite sex intrigued him so, if another stallion had spoken any words of doubt of his capability he would defend quickly, but he couldn’t risk that not now, he couldn’t lose what little confidence the dear mare had instilled in him. Though it would be fun to end the game now, but how much more fun would it be to drag this out.

“Oh and a sense of humor, I guess I have found myself in good company”, he felt what should be her eyes trained upon him, but they were cold and empty but calculating. Trying to figure out where he was what his next move would be, it was rumored that some could even sense one’s heartbeat if you stood too close. Walking closer to the edge he dipped his dial slowly into the water his lips reaching the cool liquid but making few ripples, he wanted to see how good she was at sensing where he was at, but he didn’t want to be threatening to her in any way. “Well Hell, as I always say being a wanderer with no responsibilities is so much more fun.” The confidence returned in his voice as well as a slight coyness toying with her hoping to show his own humor, his true side began to gleem in his eyes, he couldn’t decide how much longer he could go on playing with her. Then again she was so intriguing, she was not boring nor fearful of his being there.

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Tziga

[fang]

She was becoming entranced by his voice. She let out tiny clicks his detecting his movement. She could tell he was one not to be trusted, and though she may be blind, that did not mean she had to worry more than any other mare.

Her body did not hint toward any worries she may be hiding. Her muscles were relaxed, one hip cocked to the side. Her head was at a comfortable level, ears expressing genuine interest. He intruiged her. The fact that he could use "big words". Where as some of the stallions she had met in her travel had hardly been able to comprehend. What a waste they had been. This one, there was somthing about it. She couldn't put a hoof on it, but he was unlike the others, she coudln't guess quite yet. He came off as charming and attentive, but she could she could sense something else about him. The fact that he found her statement humorous sent a messege that he was confident and rarely did anyone doubt him in anything. Ha, welcome to a new world buddy.

She laughed, the sound ringing in her own ears. The sound like bells echoing in the little clearing. "And what of the company that has graced me?"
She felt his movement and sent out a few very low sounding clicks, ones she knew would be too low for his ears. The waves bounced back and painted a picture of him in her mind's eye. She did not know his color, but she knew just about everything else. What a beautiful brute he was. Built very well, large and strong. Muscled in all the right places. She knew now that he was one that should be feared deeply, but she felt little to none.
"Quite the conrtary for myself. The freedom is nice, tis the lack of company that makes the journey dull and mundane." She looked at the vision of him in her skull. She couldn't get it out, it was burned in and she didn't mind. She enjoyed looking at his frame in her head. She may not be able to see, but her sonar was extremely acurate and she used it to its fullest capabilities.

[Heaver]

Tziga
my touch would leave you trembling

The black mare had him intrigued, with the way she clicked her tongue making noises just so she could see. Many blind equine he knew were so fearful of the world around them, not being able to see. They were pathetic in his eyes, yes they had a disability but one could use a disability to their advantage, equines tended to trust those with disabilities more than they would trust an equine that was in tip top shape. It was their faulter, those pure bred mortals. They trusted to quickly, not that you would ever hear the painted stallion complain. Their fear, their weakness is what fueled his motives. Wanting to taste their fear for himself, it always made the air sweeter. The mare had relaxed, but at the same time she kept an ear on him, this made Tziga smirk, knowing that she had relaxed gave him more confidence though any more and his mind would be blown. Mimicking her he relaxed a back leg again, feeling the soft soil give way to his other hooves where his weight was.

Audits flicked lazily at her words he listened intently but for the moment he was too lazy to move his ears and have them pointed directly at her it was a strain on those little muscles to keep them perfect all the time. “The company you find yourself in is just a painted stallion. Very plain, hope I didn’t let you down.” It was both the truth and a lie, he was loudly painted, but plain was something he was far from. Most would be proud if they were as eccentric as him, but surprising them was so much more fun then telling one what to actually expect. Twitching the skin across his backside he felt a flurry of flies attracted to the soft pelt that covered his body, they were so pesky and almost pointless. Who in their right mind would create flies? Probably Zeus so he could disguise himself as one and find a way to make love to a beautiful woman. Its what dear Uncle did and it was quite disturbing.

Her next statement caught him a tad off guard, she seemed so independent yet she longed for company. The two rarely went together, though it would make sense company was nice to have, if it didn’t annoy one first. “Well for the time being you have company.. That is if you don’t mind my being here?” His voice held the baritone qualities of his father one could almost feel his power radiate through his voice, but his mother’s qualities is what he was most thankful for. They made his voice comforting, sweet, and very seductive whenever he needed that service. Letting his blue eyes once again draw over the mare, she was stocky, but she had a feminine flare. Large hips and a thick chest, though he mainly concentrated on how her curves flowed into her fat resources, she wasn’t thin where you could see her bones, her fat was perfectly balanced across her ribs to make her look full. Her body screamed mother potential, her foals would most likely be born strong and that was in no way a fault.

-536-Word Count

Tziga
7
Lustino.Paint.Arabian.Quarter Horse.Friesian.
Stallion
Hades
Mate
Working on it ;)

[fang]

Whiplash stayed intent on him, she didn’t want to not pay attention to him. He was one that she needed to keep a close “eye” on and she would be happy to do it. He entertained her. His company was nice. She laughed at his comment, “Sir, you are anything but plain. I may be blind, but I see right through you. One who is blind must learn to use everything else the Gods have bestowed on her. It is not a disability, but a rather curious gift.” And a gift it was. She knew most horses would just as soon die rather than lose their sight, but Whiplash liked not being able to see. It gave her very good instincts and sense of smell. She could actually detect pheromones which told her who was who and whether they were male or female. She could also recognize someone by their particular scent.

Her mind drifted back to the image it had created of him in her head. Such a beautiful form. She didn’t want to forget it. He was built so well. She knew even how long his mane and tail were. This was the one time where she wished she could see. Wished she could see his coloring. All she could see was a figure in her head. It was like a black and white 3D photo in her head. She would have asked him to describe his color in detail so she could file that away inside her head too, but since she had been born without sight it would do no good. She did not even know what colors were, just black and white, with shades of grey. That was it.

The movement of a bird in the trees caught her attention. One ear flicked toward the direction of the sounds. Her weight was disbursed on all four of her feet, once again should something decide to try to trick her and jump out at her. She heard something else and turned her head, clicking her tongue. The waves bounced back and it was nothing more than little critters in the bushes. Once she dismissed them she looked back at him. “Sorry, I’m a bit on the cautious side. I get a lot of horses trying to ambush me, so I pay attention to the slightest of noises. Oh and no I do not mind your company. It is quite welcomed. Such an interesting mind is always nice to have around.” She raised her skull to the sky. “It is getting on the late side. If you wish to continue traveling with me, now it the time to do so. I need to find somewhere to bed down for the night.” She told him taking steps toward the exit of the clearing.

[Heaver]

Tziga
my touch would leave you trembling

Poor little night hued girl, it was his way that got to you, it had to have been. His false charm and intelligience that lured you in. He was quite the gentlemen whenever he decided to be and at this time he was that a spot on gentlemen. One might even make the mistake of taking him home to meet their parents, explain to them how kind he was, and he would be a shoe in then. It was perfect, and this game as becoming so much more fun. Her melodic words came into play once more explaining how she knew he wasn't plain and for a moment he thought she was going to run. His muscles all became tense ready to chase her if needed , but then she continued to explain how what most considered a deformity she considered a gift. In that moment it became very obvious he wanted her in his home. He had to have her keep her close keep her around she was plesant company and far from idiotic as most mares were. "I do have a taste for good company don't I?"

Letting that charming chuckle escape his jaws once more his ejoment in this mare was not false but she truly intrigued him. His blue eyes continued to study her and it seemed as if her eyes were doing the same. Though they couldn't see he was sure that constant clicking would be enough to get his general form, but there was a problem with that clicking it was slowly working on his nerves but he hand to contine his better behavior to get her closer and eventually bring her home.

LIstening to her last comment about how jumpy she were he didn't answer for fear that he would say something too cocky and give it all away. She had nothing to fear honestly, she was already talking to the son of the devil what more trouble could she get into? Watching her turn her back though created another chance to take her, but then she would run away and wouldn't be apart of his family. Instead he picked up a quick trot closing the distance between them, he knew it would likely frighten her but he would keep his pace even to make sure that she would have some idea that it was him. He was behind her and it took all of his self control not to force her, but he pulled up beside her putting his pace even with hers. He was close enough to touch her and that he did, the though of her skin was electrofying so innocent, so pure. "Do not fret it is just I" his voice was calm preparing for his next words "If you wish you could merely join me at my home.". Now please pretty blind girl don't change this whole romantic thing you have going with him and try to run, just because he cannot force you to go home with him doesn't mean he won't try something.

-536-Word Count

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Tziga
7
Lustino.Paint.Arabian.Quarter Horse.Friesian.
Stallion
Hades
Mate
Working on it

[fang]

She smiled listening to him talk. His intelligence matched her own, if not exceeded it. She was happy to have come along someone as such. She didn’t want to say she was becoming desperate, but it had been quite a while and she was not a very young mare anymore, but she wasn’t going to settle for just any stallion as a mate. She wasn’t picky, but he had to be livable. She couldn’t very well have a bonehead for a mate. And Gods, not for a father of her foals. Her foals could not be stupid. They had to be built well enough to hold up for any kind of terrain they might want to travel over, and smart enough to get them out of any situation they might get into. She needed someone strong and smart and cunning and charming and brave. She was hoping that she might have found him. This stallion seemed to fit the bill pretty well. She felt no reason not to trust him. He behaved well near her, he was quick on his feet and wit, he didn’t fumble when he spoke to her, he played along with her game. He was quite charming.

His chuckle sent electricity through her. Her nerve endings were now becoming alive like they never had before. What on Earth was this? Was it attraction? She had no idea; she had never felt this before. What an interesting feeling. “Why yes, yes you do.” She smiled. “Not to toot my own horn or anything.” She added in the side comment with a soft giggle. She tried to ignore the feelings running through her as she talked to him. They were overwhelming. She didn’t know what to do about them other than push them into the back of her mind. So she did. She threw them in a box and put a big padlock on it.

Her ears flicked back the second he moved. She knew it was his trot. It was the same from earlier. His hooves struck the ground with the same consistency and power as before. He didn’t have to tell her who he was, but the fact that he did anyway blew her little box out of the water. The huge padlock she had placed on it exploded and the lid was thrown open, all of those feelings escaping and spreading over her body once more. She felt like she was two hundred degrees. Her breath hitched slightly when his skin touched hers. She took a second and recomposed herself, her breathing returning to normal, but her heart continued to race and her skin still hot. She turned her head his direction, “And where is home for you, and why should I trust you to take me home with you? You could very well kill me if you wished to do so.” She said, weighing the pros and cons of going home with a strange stallion. She knew she could protect herself, but she could not fool herself. She was blind and she couldn’t deny it. It was his edge over her, whether she wanted to believe it or not. Her heart hoped he wouldn’t try anything, but Gods knew her mother taught her to be careful.

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