Blocks of Stone

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The black mare quickly walked through the land, as if she had something to do or see, and yet, she didn't. Speedily, she passed by a beautiful flower, a beautiful bird (etc.), and didn't even glance at them. You see, Cynder is not one to be burdened with the simple things in life. Really, she just likes to get where shes going. I suppose that would explain why she is a normad.

[THE ADMIN]

Got a single Silver Bullet,
I shot right through my heart.
To prove I can't survive,
Without you.

Silver Bullet trotted into the lands a little uncertain. He wasn’t a bachelor, he had lands. What was he doing here? He shook his mane wildly and looked around. Noticing the black Arabian mare, he nickered his greeting to her. Maybe that’s why he was here. Was it his instinct? Perhaps it was. Whatever the reason, the fact was that he was here and so was the black mare. He bowed his silver body and smiled. I am Silver Bullet. Who might you be?

[ISIS! <3]

Z e n e ,,

____The Kiger Stallion moved swiftly, excited about this new adventure. He felt so much more mature, going out and looking for mares. In a slow, relaxed walk, he examined his surroundings, looking for a mare that appealed. The sun was high in the air, heat grate. Some wind would be greatly appriciated just then. And as if his wish was granted, a gust of small wind went through, ruffling Zene's mane and tail. His ears flickered, looking for sounds, and a peculiar mare's scent entered the stallion's nostrils. Looking in the direction, he saw a mare, Arabian of blood. She was beautiful, and looked like she had somewhere very important to go. Zene broke into a trot to catch up, as he noticed another stallion heading that way. That other brute got there first, saying his greetings. A pang of jealousy, maybe regret for not moving faster formed in Zene, but he let it go. Nodding politely at both horses, though mainly directed to the mare, he spoke. "Hello, beautiful lady, I am Zene of Harran." Though only his second time, the horse's words flowed out naturally. Things like this were kind of like instinct to the stallion, he guessed. He was also going to ask her name, but it looked like the other brute had gotten to it.

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The mare slowed some, her breaths getting deeper and her heart racing. Even though she wasn't at a fast pace, traveling for miles has to take a toll on you. Once she heard a stallions voice behind her, she smirked and turned slowly. I am the one known as Cynder.[/b] She said softly. Turning slightly, she saw another stallion. Oh, hello. I hope you heard my name.[/i] She said lightly, not wanting to repeat herself. That was another thing about her that made her, her. What really was she doing her, anyway? She had no where to call her own, of course. But that didn't mean she couldn't be wondering around another land. Hmpf, she thought, I should have done that.

[THE ADMIN]

Got a single Silver Bullet,
I shot right through my heart.
To prove I can't survive,
Without you.

Silver Bullet nodded respectfully to the stallion as he had done to him. The stallion meant no harm to him at the moment. He turned back to the mare, ears pricking forward to catch her voice. He smiled sweetly at her. She seemed impatient and to the point. And it was oddly attracting. Cynder, what a pretty name. It suits you well. He could tell from her expressions that her mind was racing from one topic to another. As if one thought opened another, and there was constantly something new for her to think about in that pretty little head, but not for long before it changed again. He couldn’t help but chuckle at this. If ever wanted to come upon a mare different from the rest, he certainly had now.

[ISIS! <3]

Z e n e ,,

____"Yes, I heard your name, Cynder." The other stallion nodded back respectfully, and Zene snorted in response. The snort wasn't meant to be in a bad way, just a satisfied snort. That stallion also told the mare that she had a beautiful name. It seemed that from what he observed, no matter what name a mare had, it was beautiful. Because, the stallion wanted the mare, and he'd do whatever to get her. "Cynder, why are you not in the lands of claiming?" Perhaps a little rude, it was a direct question. He wanted to know, was she looking for a herd? Or merely playing around?

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Cynder nodded thanks to Silver Bullet lightly. I do have a good name, don't I? She asked herself, relaxing slightly. She didn't seem to want to be in a rush anymore, since the stallions had come. Smirking, she listened intently to Zene. "Maybe because I wasn't looking to be claimed directly. But if the opportunity comes, I suppose it'd be fitting to go."[/i] The mare spoke slowly, not slurring or blending her words fastly anymore.