Posts by crayonchomper

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Jade laughed out loud, "Looks like they'll get along just fine!" She said, turning to her younger sister with arms crossed over her chest. "Now what are we going to do about breakfast, eh? I don't suppose you happened to of grabbed something to eat from the house along the way...?" She questioned, hope showing in her eyes.

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Sure!

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Jasper shook his head, "Seth isn't like that, I swear..." He informed to the other, kind of annoyed that everyone judged Seth. He just wasn't good at first-greetings. He shook off the feeling of annoyance and blinked, "Three months, huh? Are vampires the only reason why you caved yourself up in there?"

Seth tore his gaze of hatred away from the two smaller males in front of them and instead directed his blue eyes to the girl walking behind. He slowed down his pace a bit so he could walk side-by-side with her. "Reason for your moodiness, India?" He questioned, arching a brow in curiosity of her answer.

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Zeda, the white mare, was startled by the sudden greeting of a black stallion. Had she gone into a territory that didn't belong to her or others? She studied over the stallion quietly, snorting when she was done examining him. She approached him cautiously, giving a soft whinny in greeting.

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Zeda allowed the stallion to do so, as she did the same for him in return. She came closer so she had had a better reach for his wither. She could tell this stallion was a part of the wild, too, which made her more relaxed and happy. Though she wouldn't of minded if he were from a herd, she just found it more relaxing to find a stallion who was currently, well, herdless.

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"Get... What over---Oh." Zeda said in realization, ears twitching a bit. "Yeah... We should."

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Zeda snorted, continuing to groom the stallion but no longer at his withers. Now she was at his front left leg, allowing him to groom her still.
Fade..?

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Zeda obediently followed after Darkness towards a stream, shaking her mane so it fell into place again. The white mare brushed up against the black stallion when they reached the running water. She craned her neck down and began drinking from the stream, staying close to the stallion.

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When Zeda was finished drinking, she reached over to her new mate and nuzzled against him. Being in a cuddly mood all of a sudden. She neighed quietly, as though asking if they should ask about joining the herd. It would be much more easier to raise a foal in a herd than alone in the wild.

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Seth rolled his eyes, nudging the girl in the side with his elbow lightly. "What ever you say, little huntress." He teased, his posture and light mood seeming to of fading when he stepped outside and saw the setting sun. His hands balled into fists inside of his coat pockets. The vampire could only feel just the tiniest of his genes kicking in. It was going to reach 7pm soon. Night.

Jasper too seemed to stiffen when they all got outside, biting down on his tongue. It was definitely going to be harder for a fledgling like Jasper to hold back from feeding on someone. "Y-Yeah? I'm guessing you've never had a girlfriend then, eh?" He joked, trying to get his mind off of his uncomfortable state.

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Zeda nuzzled him as a sign of gratitude. She either hadn't wanted to be in a herd just yet but she wouldn't want to risk her foal(s)' life by staying out in the wild where there were wolves and other animals that could easily take down their foal and get away with it.

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[size=7pt]S U C R E ~ ~ P R I N C E S S ~ ~ 4 Y R S ~ ~ F R I E S I A N[/size]
Sucre could never be in the palace. Even though she was sister of royalty, she just couldn't handle being in such a cramped place with rules being thrown at her every five minutes. So here the Friesian mare was, having her few moments of freedom in her favorite parts of the woods. Of course it wouldn't take long for one of the "protectors of royalty" as she called them would find her sooner or later. Though little did she know that the kingdom was under attack.

It was only a little over an hour did Sucre figure something was terribly wrong. Why hadn't she been discovered yet? "Something's definitely wrong... Little one must be having another fit." She joked to herself with a snort. She didn't plan on going back to the kingdom, but oh did she want to. She desperately wanted to. She wanted to know why no one has come looking for her yet. She hadn't even heard her name being called out once!

The white mare figured to just stay where she was, no matter how desperate need of her curiosity was. She promised herself though that if she had heard her name even once in the next two minutes, she will hurry out of her favorite spot and straight to the kingdom. As of now? As of right now she'll just stand where she is in the woods, looking up at the beautiful sky. Always having an adoration for it.

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Zeda caught up with her mate, snorting and shaking her mane a bit, flicking her tail. She looked over at her mate with worry flashing in her eyes as though she were worried he wouldn't accept the two to join the herd.

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Zeda stuck closer to Darkness when they passed Fabio, sensing a sort of negative aura. She snorted, ears going flat as she gave a dark glare to the other stallion giving Zeda's mate a look of disapproval. When they got away from Fabio and his mate, Zeda went back to her usual self and approached Knight with Darkness by her side.

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Zeda flinched when another mare approached, but she had a feeling the two were siblings so she hadn't kicked her defenses in like she usually would. The white mare gave a welcoming whinny to the bay mare.

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Sucre looked back at the sound of a familiar voice, approaching said stallion with a confused expression. "Father? What's wrong? Did something happen?" She asked frantically but kept her composure, and her fear easily hidden away from others as she followed the brown stallion back to the kingdom.

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Zeda stomped her goof at the ground, her ears flattening. She neighed aggressively at her, standing her ground as though telling him And what if it WERE your foal, huh? What if you weren't a lead stallion and someone from a herd didn't allow you to join? She took a step further, challenging the stallion to push on. Would you rather risk a foal's life?

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Sure!

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Zeda snorted, giving the lead stallion a look of hatred. Understood. She straightened her posture, retreating before she would do anything she'd regret. The mare had a fire in her heart and would do anything to give her foal(s) a safe place to grow up in; even if it meant going against the lead stallion.

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He's going to be white like in the picture :)