Looking for love? (Open)

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The snow was falling lightly, as winter came slowly into turn. Massive hoof prints moved through the snow, white dusted over the ground like confectioner’s sugar on sweets. Dark feathers dusted the hoof prints, though with high stepped movements it was a clear path on the dying brown vegetation covering the earth. The massive dun stallion moved through the common grounds with ease. An easy walk through the snow covered grass before stopping off to the side of the meadow. It only took a few minutes of the stallion’s lazy stance for the earth to come to life at his feet.

Lowering his large face to the ground dark lips moved over the dusted grass, even with the cold and dead grass around him the lush lively greens circled around him full of life. It was a gift, the gift of never going hungry it seemed. He grazed alone for some time it seemed, not quite sure of anything else. For Havoc was in search of something more. He wished for equine company, the cliffs were beautiful but being alone in all their glory was quite a task.

The massive horse protected his territory even though thus far he had no real need. He kept his area marked, though he knew that Sanslay was more than welcome and they knew the boundaries between them. For now all Havoc wished was for company, some mares and possibly another stallion or two to bring back to his home, share his home with. The shire had much to offer for those with him, for he was never hungry, the earth was good to him.

Large head lifted from the lush greens he nibbled from the ground as his dark tipped ears flickered from their protection of the large curling ram horns. Golden tinted brown eyes stared through the light fall of snow, looking, searching, waiting for the company he longed for. For Havoc had met quite a few nice equines in the area, though none he had taken home with him. Dark tail flicked over his body as snow rested on his hindquarters and dusting his thick mane.

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Quinn was having a good day. She was high in the air, flapping her large wings without a care in the world. The wind whipped through her relatively short mane, her lion's tail twirling and swirling, the small banner waving like an airborne Jolly Roger. It started six inches from the end of her tail, the hair hanging from the underside and gradually getting longer. She snorted and tossed her head, going into a free fall. She opened her wings at the last minute, catching a thermal ad soaring up before she hit the ocean. She was a strange bird, this mare. She was a sooty buckskin with some dappling on her barrel and chest, with dark points and what looked like a dorsal stripe. She had bird catcher spots on her shoulders and barrel, some along her spine. She had large ram's horns, the ends pointing out, making her head a dangerous weapon in battle since she could use it as a wrecking ball with those horns. Her legs were covered in zebra stripes, or at least, very strong feral striping, making her look like a zebra hybrid. She had a snip on her muzzle that was slightly pink in coloration.

There was a chill in the air, thanks to the recent snow fall, but Quinn didn't mind. She had heard somewhere that if you kept moving, you built up body heat, and as Quinn was active, that shouldn't be a problem. The only real trouble would come at night, but that would come later and she preferred not to think of the possibility of freezing. She'd been in the cold before and was still around for spring, so she figured she could get through the night.

She flew over the dun stallion, though she didn't realize it, her eyes closed, enjoying the feel of flying. She lighted down clumsily a little ways ahead of him thanks to snow, and sort of skidded to a stop after a few feet. As soon as she did stop, she dropped down into the snow and rolled, acting like a foal who'd never seen snow before. Heck, she was like a foal that had never seen snow before. Just because she'd been in the cold before, she'd only seen snow one other time and she loved it. Even though it was cold. She got up and shook herself, a stubborn dusting of snow sticking to her feathers, mane, the tassel at the end of her tail, and her wings, though she didn't mind. She partly wanted to go back to Sanslay's land because it was a warm, almost tropic climate, but she wanted to see snow again. She snorted when her stomach rumbled, and went at the ground, pawing away the snow to find a layer of brown, partially frozen grass. She looked at it for a few seconds before shrugging. Any food is good food. With that thought, she lowered her muzzle to the ground and took a mouthful of grass.

She nearly spit it out, but instead shivered and forced herself to chew it, swallowing it after a few moments. She shook her muzzle at the taste and texture. It was like eating stringy, tough ice mixed with dirt. She looked down at the brown patch, circled with a layer of snow. She'd rather eat twigs. Heck, she did eat twigs once. Sighing, she set about the daunting task of grazing on brown and probably dead grass. Although it wasn't the tastiest, at least it would fill her belly. She hoped.

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Golden hued eyes watched in a bit of content as a buckskin mare appeared to drop out of the sky. In the silence his body stayed still around the crisp, cool, lush, very alive grass circling him. The mare dropped into the snow covered grass, rolling about, clearly enjoying herself. A slight chuckle came to his lips as he watched her roll about, enjoying herself like a foal in their first snowfall. Back into the silence the stallion watched as she shook off her coat and wings, noticing the ram like horns adorning her skull. She bared some resemblance to himself, zebra striping, dun like buckskin coloring and of course the ram like horns. Though the mare was much more intricate. Wings, lion like tail, smaller, more feminine, that his large draft size.

Massive dish sized hooves took a single step forward, unshod hooves pressing into the lively greens under them, indenting their very survival. Though it was more than just his weight on the grass that would kill it’s new found life, for the cold would soon whither the life from each glowing green blade. Of course without the stallion giving the frozen soil life, in turn giving the grass life, they would both freeze and die once again. It seemed right that Havoc was a giver of life, though not the life of equines and others, though he may save a life, stopping famine from arising around him.

His attention laid back on the mare as she attempted grazing from the dead grass at her feet. ”Miss.” His rough vocals rang out in the silence of the afternoon. Hopefully directing her attention to the lush vegetation at his feet. ”If you are hungry, there is more than enough here to go around.” He didn’t wish to push, but a gentle giant with such a gift he was more than willing to share. He stepped one more step forward to the mare, the green blades growing a wider circle around him. ”My name is Havoc miss. I come from the Hathor Cliffs.” Havoc only wished to be polite. As it was he was trying to seek members for his herd. He was lonely in the cliffs, even when the inds sung their song it was the company of another equine he wished for.

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Quinn looked up, startled for the second time in a week, for vision going into a thermal spectrum again, her eyes themselves now orange and pupil-less, emitting a slight orange glow. Her world now consisted almost solely of shades of blue and green, the only color little spots of orange in far off trees that she assumed were birds, and of course the huge red and white blot that called himself 'Havoc'. Stupid thermal vision. Why does it always happen when I get startled?! She shook her head and blinked a few times, her vision going back to normal. She registered his words and looked at the ground around his feet with astonishment. She'd heard of horses that could make plants grow at will, but had never had the good luck to meet one. " 'Friad I am a bit hungry." She chuckled and dipped her head a bit in thanks. Her voice wasn't exactly soft and prim like some mares, rather strong and confident instead, a little throaty too with a slight accent that hinted that she wasn't from around this place. "Hathor Cliffs, mm? I don't think I've been to that place yet." And she did intend to go and explore those cliffs.

"I'm Quinn, by the way." She said with a smile. She loved meeting new people. Without knowing what to say next, she let an ear flop to the side and lowered her muzzle once again to the ground, only this time, it was fresh grass instead of its brown, dead counterpart. She took a bite and chewed gratefully, swallowing. "That was so much better than twigs or desert grass." She admitted gratefully, remembering when she had found herself in the desert, having to eat dry shrubs and cactus -once she got the thorns out, f course. The cactus was actually quite good and juicy, but the shrubs were horrible. At least they gave her a few meager nutrients until she found the next cactus or the rare oasis. She flicked her tail and wrapped the end around one of her back fetlocks, wringing out the now melted snow. Now her tail was cold. Dang it! She whipped her tail around and wrapped it higher around her leg, trying to warm it up.

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A bit of astonishment entered his body as her eyes turned a bright orange color. It was surprising in the least as her eyes slowly changed again. Nodding his head slightly at the sight. Her voice spoke differently from those he had mostly heard around here. Accented slightly with a sort of confidence. ”Please feel free to help yourself. For it will just die if I don’t eat it and surely I don’t need it.” He referenced his size for a moment, not his massive draft size but his well-fed stomach.

”The cliffs are a wonderful place. Plus they look quite stunning under the cover of snow with so many live plants around.” He kept a few parts of his cliffs alive, the entrance to his cave was full of life, along with a few other areas. He had to pass by them every now and then, keeping his presence near to keep life within the soil. ”Be careful though, some trails are tricky, though I imagine you wouldn’t have any trouble.”

”It is a pleasure to meet you Quinn.” His rough voice spoke again as he watched her pick from the lively blades. ”You like to explore I take it? Or is the desert your home?” He continued to speak mindless small talk, already enjoying the mare’s company. Havoc liked the company of others and it was good the plant life drew others to him. For Havoc always found his grass a bit sweeter, even on a warm summer day. Havoc knew the desert land belonged to Sanslay, for they had met a few days prior. He seemed like a nice enough horse and that dragon of his was awfully curious.

The dun stallion’s head shook slightly, shaking a bit of snow from his mane and head. Golden brown eyes staring at the buckskin mare before him. She was quite a bit different, in size, shape, hell everything. Though he admired that in the equines around here. All were so different, unique in every way.

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