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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2016 19:13:10 GMT
Cheribee ![]() notes;; Cherry Bay, 16hh, arabian/clydesdal, R-hazel L- hazel w/ half blue Slipping her limber wet muscle out between her and pink lips, she licked her kissers with lust as she gazed down the vast ravine towards the tantalizing waters. All Cheribee had had lately was some nibbles of melting snow, it was moisture but it never was as satisfying as fresh running water. So the hefty sized filly snorted excitedly and bobbed her massive elegant head in the air, hopping excitedly on her front pillars a few times before taking off in a brisk trot that quickly turned into a long striding lope as she weaved her way down hill towards the lake. Having to guide her way around a few conifers here and there or a stout bush before finding her way clear to the waters edge.
The Arabian Draft had movements of grace and elegance, this was greatly attributed to the arab in her, refining her form down from the Clydesdale blood that made up half of her. Halting for only a moment to sniff the waters edge, checking the temperature, she drove right in with half a breath to save by the time she was up past her knees in the cool waters. Her rich cherry bay pelt darkening to almost a blood bay shade from where ever the water touched and soaked her, using her dinner plate sized hooves to paw and strike at the water to splash it all about her. One may say such a big horse was too old for water games but truthfully she was in her prime of life as the age of four, finally filled out to her full size. She was an impressive 16 hands, but one could thank her 18 hand high drafty father for that, making up for the 15 hands high arabian mother she had had. Poor thing had had quite the time being bred and then giving birth to such a monstrous child. In the end though the product was a beautiful filly that both parents had been proud of. Thick and tall with a refined and delicate physique, no weird proportions after she beat past the straggly yearling stage. No instead she was a spectacle to anyone who'd take the time to appreciate her.
Knee high ivory white stockings with moderate feathers, black points just showing at the top of each stocking, a dash of white underneath her barrel, a rich cherry mahogany bay for her pelt. All of this accented by a wide blaze painted down the front of her facade, the marking bleeding down to make parts of her velveteen lips a soft pink. Her thick neck and shoulder had an ebony curtain draped over them and a complimenting whipcord kissing her hocks and heels, both of which were getting weighed down by the water as she had tramps over to a bit shallower spot and plopped herself down on her side into the cool clear liquid. After a shake of her sculpted tiara, the cherry bay was flopping down on her side in the waters and kicking her legs out, rolling back and forth on her side to douse herself in the lake. Though no matter how hard she tried at the moment she couldn't fully roll herself over onto her other side. So with a big huff of breath she stood briefly just to flop herself onto her other side and roll gleefully in the water.
After a bit Cheribee was finally pleased at how soaked she was, the water felt ever so good soaking into her pelt after mud and sweat had built up on it from the spring thawing. Taking a deep breath as she pulled herself up to her full height, rolling her shoulders side to side and twisting her head in the same motions as she shook herself out, she was a content draft filly, staying within the waters up to her knees. Going over to a small weedy rice patch, the long green blades just barely breaking the surface of the water, holding her breath she plunged her muzzle into the waters to nibble and tug a mouthful of the rich new shoots to chew on. So flavorful, she understood why moose often ate from watery confines, they plants always had a different taste than grasses of the meadows or valleys. Contently she chewed each helping she had to dive her muzzle in for, meanwhile glancing around the edges of the lake to see if there was any neighboring life around her that she could possibly go visit.
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Jul 31, 2016 3:42:13 GMT
Dracarys kept himself tucked under the shadows. He slept during the day, mostly, but the sound of large steps made his ears flicker and eyes open slow. The smoke black dragon lifted his body up, tall and thick frame squeezing tight into the thicket he had chosen to nest in. He was not, by standard, hostile. But his mind was always over thinking things and considering his last encounter ... he could not be too sure. He moved slowly from the opening, knowing the lake was close by. He twisted his head sideways in a quick flash of curiosity. They were not after him, he decided. It was more than likely someone resting by the lake. He didn't blame them. Summer was upon them and he could use a refreshment himself. Mine as well mingle with the locals, right? The dragon slithered quietly through the wood, carefully stepping to ensure he did not give himself away before analyzing the one with a thunderous step. In moments he was upon her, bright coffee eyes taking in her cherry coat. His nostrils flared, taking in the scent around them. They were the only two, as far as he could tell. So, cautiously, Dracarys moved through the shadows and wood and let sunbeams run across his smoke black pelt. She was a mixture of something – hefty where it counted but a solid hand smaller than he. Dracarys was aware by the cheerful expression she wore that a threat, she was not. So the dragon pulled on a soft, hardly visible smile, and cleared his throat to announce his arrival. Moving into the open and toward the lake, he first did not say a word, merely met the water and gently let his lips absorb the cool and smooth liquid. And after he quenched his thrist, Dracarys lifted his large crown and turned to look at her. They both came from draft blood: the cherry girl was far more dominant, carrying plush feathers and a strong bodice. The dragon nodded, leaning back on his heels. “Hello.” What more was their to say? @txep
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 20:41:40 GMT
OOC: bare with me I'm trying to figure out what template feels good with Cheribee.. I have hopes with this one, basic and simple.
A flick of an ear towards the disturbance of sound, the tiara swiveling on its axis languidly, droplets of liquid dribbled down her lips and chin, returning to its mother source in the lake. A few weeds stuck out from her velvets as she munched away at her late noon snack. Audits pricked and invisible brows rose with curiosity as she watched a mellow looking brute, one with a smokey black tone to his pelt, stride up to the waters edge. Watching him as he drank, Cheribee finished her mouthful of food just in time for the handsome male to raise his crown and part his lips for a hello. Smiling warmly and dipping her own tiara in a curtsy fashion, "Greetings Sir." Her lyrics were an octave deeper than most mares but still melodious in its own way, if anything it gave a more warm welcoming feeling to her. "It's a fine time to clean off all the grime and winter fur with a good bath." She couldn't resist the urge to suddenly shake out her body after saying such. Flinging her wind whipped and soaked sun bleach ebony locks into the air, twisting and turn her head and neck, rolling her shoulders and hips, sending an arsenal of water flying in all directions around her. Renewed flying droplets each time her mane or tail scraped the top of the water.
Snorting once her little shake was finished and then sighed at how good that held felt, then looked back at the stranger, "Oh! I'm sorry if I splashed you!?" Apologizing quickly and a bit embarrassed, she hadn't thought ahead of time if the splashing would have reached the stallion or not. The urge to shake had been to great for her to really consider it. If a horse could blush she would have been doing so at the moment. There were times where she spaced on things and little spur of the moments over took her common sense or courtesy. Walking forward a bit into shallower water, a little closer to the mister but not much in case he liked his space, also she was in season and didn't want to physically give an invite to him by being too close. "I'm Cheribee by the way. I'm rather new to the area. I'm not trespassing am I?" Asking a bit concerned she was in someone else's territory without knowing it. She'd crossed into such places before and had to scamper off a few times before her rights of being a free roaming individual were taken away from her. Cheribee didn't want to run into that again any time soon.
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Aug 6, 2016 5:35:18 GMT
The dragon sucked in short, patient breaths as water slung in his face and chest. They were small droplets, collected and clinging to his coat like sweat, but being the isolation creature he was, felt a mild distaste toward the free gesture. The draft girl greeted him in a cheery voice, one that most would appreciate. He only pulled a small smile over his dark svelte lips and looked on in mild curiosity. Dracarys bobbed his head slowly, exhaling a chuckle, though quiet. “I am not quite worried about a few specs of water,” he said. A twitch started just behind his right ear, forcing his audits to shift in a questioning manor. The smoke black man rested his hind leg but kept his chest proudly prominent, keeping his wild coffee eyes on her as if she was danger. In the world of a madman, everyone was an enemy. Some just good at disguise ... he could tell, though, that Cheribee was unlike his kind: Normal, sensual, innocent. It made him calmer somehow.
She lurched closer, but kept her space. He appreciated it, in a sense, keeping still. ... I'm rather new here, she said, as if he could not tell. Dracarys let his mind linger over those words, and her next. Trespassing? Nobody owned the lake though it was prime territory. Cheribee was, he decided, an easy playmate. It was clear she was in season ( and trying to conceal it ) but Dracarys was no ravenous man for sex. The thought did not repulse him — he had done his fair share of raping and pillaging, Calla and Roulette's blood searing throughout his being. He could have said yes, this is my home. And what is mine, is mine to take. But for some reason unknown, he let the thought fall and he shook his crown. “This place knows no King.” Dracarys looked away from her, finding relief in the lakes depths, wishing he was somewhere else. “I am the son of dragons,” he introduced.
“They call me Dracarys.” He swallowed his pride, then, offering a much more welcoming smile. He shook out his dark smoky curls and refocused back to Cheribee. “I have been here only mere weeks, myself. It's quite unlike my home.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2016 8:36:39 GMT
A forced but sheepish smile curled her ashy and pink kissers as the stranger acknowledged he wasn't bothered by the spray of water, even dipping her head in a slight nod to push past her embarrassment of having splashed him in the first place, "If you feel like it, you can return the favor." Attempting to add a small light laugh to her words in a bit of a joking manner, opening the floor to him to possibly make a bit of a water game out of the moment if her felt like it. Cheribee senesd though he probably wasn't one to do that or it'd be rare for him if he did. His manner interested her, an attempt to show he was at ease yet still quite alert, specially about her presence by how trained his gaze was upon her.
The introduction he gave was interesting, 'son of a dragon', she hadn't heard that one before. Weren't those lizard like beasts of some myth? Though her thorns had pricked with an expression of delight as he had mentioned there was no ruler of the territory and she sighed with a moments relief at the news. Glancing about for a moment to appreciate that fact, it was a very gorgeous and inviting area in her mind. "Oh.. Dra.. carys." She rolled his name over her tongue, it was far different and interesting to her. She smiled with delight as she decided she liked the name and it gave a mysterious quality to the stallion. Dracarys: the Dragon's Son. "That's unique, I think it suits you."
"Ah it seems this area, Tathra is a new hidden piece of heaven that not many have found yet. " Relaxing her form but keeping her shoulders rolled back in a pose of self confidence, her smile was warm and genuine as she looked up at the smokey brute, "So you've had the pleasure of enjoying the area a hoof-ful of more days than I. Is it as inviting as it seems? Indeed this is far different than what I'm use to or have passed in my travels. What are you use too?." Cheribee was a bit excited to have a new face to look upon and chat with, she hoped it didn't upset him she enjoyed to converse. How would one ever know anyone if they never engaged in conversation and interaction? He seemed a bit stony in his manner and with hope, Cheribee would like to see him relax and maybe open up to her for the time being. She preferred honest and open company verse the opposite of such.
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Aug 6, 2016 9:28:49 GMT
Dracarys did not feel amused, per say, but he did not mind the light air that came about the young draft girl. His lack of social skills was what made things hard ... Hearing her voice and having no will to respond. He was heartless and rogue; Cheribee should have just been another notch in his bedpost, yet there they stood, cordially making small talk, if that was what you would call it. The dragon cocked his head to the side at her comment, a sly mention of play. He flickered his ears back and observed her carefully, choosing to sit that invitation out. Dracarys, as a boy, didn't play games. Instead of clung to his mother or tore apart young bunnies and birds. Looking at the girl he felt odd. Their conversation was the longest he had in a great while. She knew nothing about him, or his life. Nobody did, but some could see the fire burning in his eyes. And then, a botched version of his name left her lips and he froze with a twinkle of a grin on his face.
She would remember his name, he decided. The dragon was not sure what that meant yet, malice or indifferent, it was all the same until it happened. For now, Dracarys relished in her compliment. Unique, yes. He wasn't one to hold pride too strongly but a descendant of Charlie, the bastard, would surely hold the title in the highest respect. His uncle Lucien was the dragon born, they'd called him. Though they'd never met, he could only assume he would live up to the name, as he was his. The son of dragons. “I appreciate the sentiment, but if it is too much for the tongue, I could even be nameless,” and it was true. If he hadn't wanted her to know, she wouldn't. Being an assassin was hard business. The more people you touched, the more people who could put a fsce to a crime, especially here. The smoke black stallion turned a bit away from her and headed deeper into the water, letting the cool waters relax his ankles. “Yes, the gods have given us quite the opportunity here, haven't they?” And with that, he slowly laughed, more to himself.
Cheribee asked what he was used to. If this place was inviting. Apart of him wanted to rip that innocence away from her now. Show her the few corpses that scattered Tathra, show her the horrors of the world because nothing was perfect but maybe that it why he didn't. Let her believe it. She has a whole lifetime to see the worlds true colors. Dracarys pondered, knowing what he wanted to say and knowing that he couldn't.
“I would say it is as inviting as any place, really. I am used to red rocks and dust, and open skies. I lived in a canyon growing up, and for a short time the islands. I liked the jungle, surprisingly. I don't much like any place small and claustrophobic.” The thought of Jungle Rock was unnerving. Not only under the rule of that bastard Schindler, but cut off, for a long time, of doing what he loved the most. Dracarys could not simply kill someone under a careful eye such as that. Sometimes he had to get his fix in other ways ... Cliff jumping, fucking the sweet and doe eyed girls ... Nothing was as thrilling. The dragon realized he was lost in thought and quickly looked away from Cheribee, taking in a soft inhale. “You, then, Cheribee? Where do you come from?” It was genuine curiosity.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2016 22:46:17 GMT
Cheribee smiled and shook her head a little, "Oh no, your name is no trouble. Was just getting the taste of it on my tongue." Reassuring him, there was no way she'd forget his unique name or him in general. He was a tall and a finely built statue of the smokey black splash variety, the green flecked brown eyes were definitely a catch of his appearance that would be a milestone to his features to make him remembered for future encounters. Reading him was a bit of a game as he seemed to revel in silence yet she seen several dark and unknown expressions pass his visiage as he spoke or thought, Cheribee could tell there was more going on inside the brute's mind than what he was saying. For now she was okay with that,
she did not desire the need to get defensive against the brute if he decided to express some unkindly thought. "Indeed they have. Most lands are over flowing and unwelcoming to strangers, its nice not to be run off for once, even as just a passerby. Some individuals can be possessive cranks that don't understand hospitality." Nodding as she thought on a few situations she'd run into on her travels.
"Canyons and Jungles? That's quite the scenes, I've only ever passed the top ridges of canyons, never sought to venture in them. Can't say I've ever found a jungle before. What are they like? How are they different from a regular forest?" Cheribee was quite curious on this, she was curious about most things she didn't know about. Being born and raised in captivity and then escaping about a year and a half ago hadn't exposed her to too much yet. Besides for some good and bad encounters with wild horses and other wild life, she'd mainly just kept moving on and on without knowing what different land types she'd come across were called. She knew plains and forests and a bit of mountain ranges decently well but not to much past that. She hoped he would explain further and enlighten her on these different types of territories.
"Oh me? Uh.." This caught her off guard for a moment as she'd been trying to imagine what a jungle exactly was, "I am getting use to the wild life, haven't stayed in one spot too long since I gained my freedom. The two-leggers never really let us explore on our own and I was never intended to be one of their daily steeds they used to scout the land. They more or less were just starting to break and train me in on the harnesses when I gave them the slip. I've been on an adventure since then discovering what it takes to cut it in the wild, so far I like it, hardships and trials too even. I doubt there is anything in the wild that could drive me back to them." Chuckling and shaking her head at the thought. They hadn't been the kindest of humans and controlled every aspect of life of all the livestock they had had, from horse breeding and training to cattle ranching. They'd been harsh and unforgiving to any of the animals' wishes. Snorting away the memories, yes she had been sad to leave her parents behind yet it'd been her father that had told her if she had ever had the chance, run away and avoid humans at all cost. So she had done so right after saying her fair wells to the few loved ones she had had there. Thank the gods for idiotic ranch boys.
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