mon dieu, c'est chaude! [open]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/awdjq.png] "Merde." The word was a whisper, nearly indistinguishable against the background noise of the vast desert. The white mare stopped moving, having driven her hoof into a crevice. Yanking her foot out, she stumbled a step and shook her mane. "Désert stupide." She muttered, lifting her head and looking around. She had to squint her brown eyes against the glare of the light on the sun-baked terrain. "Personne peut vivre ici." A moins qu'ils sont fous. She finished in her head, letting out a bitter chuckle. It had been a hard journey already, and now that she was even farther from water it made it all the more difficult. She had an excellent sense of self preservation, and being so far from food and water was beginning to make her nervous. The mare had come from a nice oasis with a dependable food and water source. But the constant fighting and squabbling over insignificant things became unbearable, and the longing for a herd had driven her out into the unforgiving desert. Her trek here had taken three days, and she was feeling the effects of the heat. The mare shook her mane. She began moving again, frustrated. Pushing herself into a smooth trot, the white horse moved pretty quickly, hooves kicking up dust. Suddenly the sweet smell of water floated to her, and she flared her nostrils to get a better whiff. It was close. She launched into a canter and scanned the horizon with her gaze. A small dip in the land gave away the location of the water and as she approached she nearly cried out with relief as she saw plants clustered around its edges. Skidding to a halt at the edge of the small pond, she dropped her head and sucked eagerly at the water. It was cold and refreshing. NOTES. sorry it's kinda short xD i have to get into her posting style. TRANSLATiONS. Shit. / Stupid desert. / No one can live here. / Unless they're crazy.

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He couldn't explain it, but by some miracle, it had rained. In the desert. It had been a notable downpour as well, a life-saving gift from the heavens. It had actually refilled his small pond and brought some life back to the vegetation growing around it, to his extreme relief. He had no reason to wander outside his territory any longer.

The bulky form of a draft stallion could be seen striding purposefully through the dust, his large hooves leaving a distinct trail. He had to be crazy, for his dark coat would bring him nothing but misery in this amount of sunlight. That much was true, but where else could he go? He would very likely be killed on sight if he wandered into the other territories. It wasn't as if he wanted to run back home to the East either.

Snorting contemptuously, Ghalzan shoved away any thought of his former home with a flick of his russet tail. That damned place doesn't deserve a single thought from me. he mentally snarled, his hooves now stomping into the dry earth, the grit making a crunching noise as he purposely ground his heels. Rage and hate always filled his mind and heart when even the most innocent thought of the forest surfaced, and it took quite some time afterward for him to cool off.

So it was rather unfortunate that Ghalzan had to come across a trail of hoofprints not belonging to his own four feet. His gold eyes narrowed to mere slits with purest rage and his ears pinned flat against his skull, Ghalzan let his gaze follow the trail ahead until he lost it over a dip in the land. He knew what lay beyond, and that was a pond. His pond.

"Oh HELL no. A trespasser drinking out of my only source of water?! I think not!" he snarled, the sound most uncharacteristic of an equine. After rocking back on his hind heels, his muscles bunching like a gun being loaded, Ghalzan bounded into a thunderous gallop, flame-colored mane and tail flaying about him in a wild dance. From his bared teeth to the clouds of dust kicked up from his flying hooves, Ghalzan looked for all the world to be a demon of the desert.

Launching his hulking body over the small hill to come to a full halt just over it on the slight drop, Ghalzan surveyed his next victim... only to find that not only was it another equine, but a mare as well.

Oh... this changes things a bit... he thought numbly, his anger beginning to shift into an uncomfortable mix of indecision and... relief? He could have laughed at himself for feeling such a thing, but he did indeed feel relief. For some time now, he had been convinced he was the only equine to wander these deserts, and even longer since he'd been in the company of another of his species, let alone a female. Though others in his situation might have thought differently, he didn't have anything dark in mind; he wasn't as wicked as that.

But what he did know was that this mare was still a trespasser drinking from his only water source, and she had to answer to him for her crimes. Ears still pinned flat to his head, Ghalzan strode forward on silent hooves, coming to a halt beside the mare. He stood a great deal taller than her, and he had to crane his head to look her full in the face. Though, she still had her muzzle in the water (which only angered him further), so he simply looked straight ahead, though his gold eyes were staring downward.

"What do you think you're doing?" His tone was quiet, unsettling. Venom dripped from every word, and he would be very impressed indeed if this little equine showed no fear of the massive beast standing beside her.

--status: complete
--muse: so-so
--notes: Ghalzan doesn't like trespassers much. :U

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/awdjq.png] If it wasn't for the sound of hooves furiously pounding the dirt, the mare quite possibly would have partaken of the deliciously green shoots rimming the pond. As it were, she raised her head, tensing, as she waited for the creature to show itself. A mixture of relief and wariness washed over her as she realized that it was another horse, but that it was a male, and a large one at that. Subconsciously her tail arced a little higher, flicking, as if daring him to try something sexual. She snorted, turning her body to show him her profile. Her head remained facing him, ears halfway between pricked and pinned. If he tried to charge she could whip her rear end around and land a nice blow with her back hooves. But she didn't think he'd be that stupid. When he spoke she immediately heard the venom in his words, but couldn't understand the language. For a moment, she said nothing, simply staring at him with unblinking brown eyes. Then, finally, his words clicked in her head. Her nostrils flared in anger, but only a soft exhalation came out. "Qui vous est de me questionner?" She spat back, matching his voice in venom but not tone. Her tail lashed, ears angling backward. "Vous me nieriez les nécessités de vie?" For a fleeting moment she contemplated fighting him. She was well aware that his size meant he could land harder blows, but she could also maneuver faster than he. The only reason she chose to defend instead of attack was because of the lack of resources nearby. If she were to become badly wounded, her body would need food, water, and shelter in order to recover. All three of which were lacking in this desolate place. Hopefully, he could realize this as well, and, at the very least, postpone an attack. If not for her sake, then for his own. She snorted again, growing impatient as the stallion had not answered her. Then it dawned on her that he may not understand her words, just as she hadn't understood his at first. Damned be the language barrier. "Et who are you to question moi?" Her voice, though just as strong and acidic as before, took on a heavy french accent to the english words. "You vwould deny me ze nezzezities de vie?" Her english was broken and imperfect, but it should have been enough for him to take a mild understanding from. Her legs tensed, the tendons becoming taught. Her ears seemed like horns as she angled back from her skull, the muscles in her jaw tightening. Her white tail lashed to and fro. If he wanted a fight, then it would be one hell of a fight he would get. NOTES. i'm slowly getting into her style x3 next post should be tons better. TRANSLATiONS. she explains them :P

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At first, Ghalzan was completely and utterly confused by the words that had left the mare's mouth. And it showed in his expression; his quiet rage had shifted to blank bewilderment as he realized the mare was speaking in an entirely different language.

However, the moment did not last; as soon as the mare decided to translate, Ghalzan could have laughed at her words, despite the fact they were still difficult for him to decipher. In fact, he did laugh; a raspy, humorless sound. Something that could easily send a chill down anyone's spine.

"Baha, oh, that's rich... who am I to question you?" Ghalzan finally replied, his voice nothing more than a hiss. "It just so happens that I am the owner of the soil you are so carelessly standing upon, the grass you were just about to eat, the water you were just about to drink. So." Ghalzan's voice dropped to a deep, icy whisper as he craned his head an inch closer to the mare.

"I have every right to question you and your motives for trespassing on my land."

There was a snort of finality as Ghalzan lifted his head back to full height, gold eyes cold and unblinking. Nothing about the bulky stud moved. Only his russet mane and tail, which were swaying lightly in a nonexistent breeze... there was no such thing as a cool breeze here in the desert. Only warm air currents that did nothing but buffet your face and body with more needless heat. Needless to say that it got very old very quickly, but... it wasn't as if Ghalzan had much say in anything. He had to deal with it all: the heat, the lack of food and water, the lack of shade. Everything. He had nowhere else to go but here... The Eldoro. As much as he loathed this place, he had nowhere else to call home.

"...So, my dear... care to explain yourself before I chase your sorry hide out of my territory?"

--status: complete
--muse: so-so
--notes: Ghalzan's a little messed up in the head... he cares not whether he is met with mares. If they trespass on his land, they are *usually* not welcome. :U
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