Meet The Leaders

[sassaboo]

~~If you have nuetral characters that you plan to keep, please make sure you bring them to this land. Those who rp the leaders please post your character here, and while others post their characters, it will easier to introduce all of the new herd members to the leaders and then just post in the herd.~~

[Spirit Dancer]

[x] Coming. [/x]

[W Smack]

((OOC: I've been kind of waiting for you and Mystery. ))

[Mystery]

ooc; So sorry! I do not have like any muse so if you want, you can at least post Finn if you want. ):

[W Smack]

A small, strangely spotted stallion trotted slowly through the lands. He had no idea where the alpha - or the rest of the herd, in fact - had gone. He sniffed the air in curiosity, but all he could find was the wet, crisp smell of the light snow falling all around him. He stamped a hoof and sent up a small spattering of the white stuff, but it didn't bother him any more. In fact, the cold was practically normal for him now.

He snorted in boredom as he continued to twitch his ears for any sound of life aroudn him. There were only four others in this herd - the alpha, his mate, their little filly, and Golden Rose. Finn sighed softly. Just the thought of her sent his heart thumping into his throat. He knew he liked her, but he was unsure of her own feelings towards himself. Sure, he had been in love before, but it had been what some may call "puppy-love". He had never actually been with a mare before. And he sure didn't know how to express his feelings to Rose.

He shook his small, spotted head and sent his ivory mane flying. No, he wouldn't get all worried about his personal life right now. His purpose here was simple: he was waiting for new herd members and he would greet them warmly. He couldn't wait for the small, glacier herd to grow. He let his bright, light blue eyes trail the the horizon where he supposed the alpha would be arriving from at any moment. That is, he hoped he would arrive soon.

[Spirit Dancer]

Black pools watched my breath curl into smoke before my charred muzzle. Flea bitten audials flickered backwards, catching the soft crunching of the fresh snow as Esme approaches. She's still smaller than myself, standing a little over 12 hands, but I can tell she's going to be built like myself. She's a stunning combination of both Justin and I; but she takes more after Justin with her looks. Black points - stockings, muzzle, etc - are just like his, only she bore a dorsal stripe down her back and had black around her eyes, like me. She had inherited his blue eyes, too, but they were more of a steely blue-grey from my own black pools. Their sharpness was only intensified by the thick black lashes that framed them. I wasn't anticipating the day a suitor came to Justin and I wanting to take Esme away from us. Or the day she left us to find one.

At that thought, I grimaced as I watched my pale buckskin daughter approach at a slow walk, her steely blue pools fixed on me with a strange look. Shaking my head slightly, freeing snow colored curls from my face, my gaze turns to just. I smile weakly, before addressing the spotted stallion:
"Finn, mon cher, where are the others?"



I scowl at my mother's thoughtful stare. It's making me uncomfortable, because she's been doing that alot lately. Thought recently it's been more of a pained look than anything. Did I do something wrong?

Tossing my small tiara, my steely gaze shifts away from her flea bitten frame. Black and White curls were growing out, progressively. Soon my mane and tail would be like my mother's - thick, untameable curls. Joy. Another thing to add onto my ever-growing list of growing up. Thought, the one bonus is that I know more English now. I can finally talk with our other herd members, instead of relying on Mum or Da to be my translator. And usually Da has to rely on Mum for some translating, too.

My attention shifts, again, looking for Da, before I realize that Finn's mate (or whatever you want to call her) isn't here either. I frown sightly, my gaze turning towards the spotted stallion as I hear my mother ask were the others are.

Trasnlation:
1. mon cher
- my dear

[Mystery]

Slow, steady steps crunched into the powdery flakes. Locks of black swayed and flicked in the non stop wind. Folding ears back with disgust, my eyes followed the three herd members. Yes, I lagged behind quite a bit and none of them knew I was there. My body was silent, you couldn't really hear anything over the howling wind anyway. I swayed with the wind, letting my buckskin coat shiver from a lack of sun. I had a love for snow, the cold chills that shivered down my back, the grey clouds hiding the sun. I never really loved the sun like others did and I was happy that I had found this land and a girl that liked it just as much as I.

My blue pools lit up when I saw Esme and Vivienne, along with Finn. Stepping up to them, I stopped next to them. Quiet as I was, I didn't find the need to speak. I was here, ready to greet new herd members if any came. I didn't speak English and that didn't bother me. Looking at Esme, I grinned and nipped at her ears. Turning to Vivienne, I let my blackened muzzle rub against her soft, damp neck. "Hello Finn." I muttered, trying to speak as quietly as the wind would let me. I still felt hollow and frightened from my encounter. Snorting, I shook my head slightly, trying to shake the feeling away. "So any new comers yet?" I asked, cheerily toward Finn.

Ooc; For some reason, my computer won't let me use any translating site, so I can't translate me words. But I'll say what sentence is in what language I guess....IDEA. lol.
German words = Green.
French words = Black.

[Horsegirl]

A glint of gold among the white of the glacier's snow was the first glimpse anyone could have of the next arrival. The flash belonged to the dainty Arab fae that picked her way across the snow and ice, contemplating the new decrees of the lands, made by the gods themselves. That there be only one land in each domain, so that each was governed by one set of leads, instead of multiple. It didn't affect her much, though, as hers was the place chosen to be the surviving land. There would simply be more new members, was all. They could be a larger herd, though large was not necessarily good. She sighed. Life could be so annoying.

Soon she picked out the light-hued equines that she shared this icy realm with. The buckskin hide and obsidian tassels of the alpha, Justin, were the first to be seen; black didn't work well in white snow. Next came the child, Esme, her silver and black coat almost as distinguishable as her father's. After them came the dam of the filly, Victoire, her gray-white coat hard to see. Finally was Finn, standing a little ways off from the rest, though his black spots made him easier to see than Victoire. Somehow, for some odd reason, as soon as she saw him she could feel her heart, her life's blood, pump just a bit faster. But why should it? She held no true love for him, just the bond of two close friends, pretty much mates. She was his, he had claimed her, and that was all. No purposeful love rang in her dark eyes, yet somehow she felt drawn to him, in a way. Just the clownish way his snowy hide was speckled with jett, easily letting his presence be known, though her golden coat wasn't much better. Horse colors didn't exactly blend well against milky hues. She picked up her feet, acclimated to the deep drifts, and headed to the small group.

"Hello, Justin, Victoire, Esme," she said, voice polite and slightly melodic. She nodded to each in turn, hoping that sire and get would understand her words. She hadn't had enough time to pick up the French and German they knew so well, though Victoire would easily translate. "Hello Finn." She spoke her last words softly, alluringly, without meaning to, as she took her place next to the burly stag. She blushed slightly, as much as a horse can, at her sudden tone. This was odd, very odd. She didn't love him! She couldn't afford to! He might betray her, as that one did, so long ago. She had to be careful, so careful.

{~ Wow....reading Twilight has really educated me on writing romantically... Very odd. ~}

[W Smack]

Finn shook his head and smiled happily as he watched Vivienne and little Esme walk up to him. He nodded respectfully to the alpha's mate and said, "Hello. No, I haven't seen anyone else yet . . ." But he was cut off because just then Justin slowly walked up to them and just after him, Golden Rose. Finn whinnied a greeting to the alpha and replied, "Nope. No new members yet." He paused before adding reassuringly, "But I'm sure they'll come soon."
Finn's ivory tail flicked at his side as his sky blue eyes rested finally on Rose. He felt a certain stirring inside of himself as well - just as he had the first time he had seen her in the claiming grounds. He wasn't sure what to call it, and he wasn't sure if it was good or not. However, he couldn't help but feel a bit happier whenever the mare was around. And why fight something that made you happy - even if it was a bit confusing? So he smiled widely and nuzzled her shoulder lightly in greeting as she leveled herself at his side. "Are you excited?" he asked her. "I wonder how many new members there might be?"

((OOC: I still have yet to read that book, but I've heard that it's amazingly good. ))

[sassaboo]

Wondering through the wasteland that was to be his future home, a tall brute wandered over the frozen ground. Spotted coat shivered against the snow, freezing compared to the much warmer temperatures of the Ancient Canyons. Zarek was the former King of the lands, inheriting the lands from his father, Agni. He would miss his old home, it was the only land he had lived in since birth. Hazel eyes scanned the land from beneath his grey and ebony forelock. This new land would definately take some getting used too. No longer the power as a King, and he didn't even know if Lulu was going to follow him here or not. Guess he would find out sooner or later...

Feathered black stockings were becoming coated with a thin layer of snow, and he tried to shake the frozen water off but had no such luck. As he walked, he still limped from a previous death match with a mountain lion. Scars coated his flank, some still healing. Nares flared to the scent of the herd, the stallion picking up his pace to greet them more quickly. Soon the group was within eyesight, and it took him a couple seconds before he realized he would no longer be able to show signs of dominance. "Greetings..." He said quickly to the small herd, stopping a few feet away so the Alpha would present himself.

[W Smack]

Finn whinnied in happiness as his sky blue eyes caught sight of the first newcomer. He stamped a hoof through the snow beneath him and shook his coat, ridding his pelt from the cold, melted snow on his back. "The first newcomer!" he exclaimed in a whisper to Rose. He wanted to run to the newcomer and greet him, but he knew that he better hold his tongue until Justin greeted him first. He waited as patiently as he could, though he couldn't help but move jumpily with excitement.

[Mystery]

My eyes turned over to Finn, my own worry about the herd in general. Sighing quietly, I felt aged and like I needed a break from the world. I was a great leader, but in these conditions with the thought of my father on my mind made me as scared as a foal without its mother. Lashing my frost bitten black tail from side to side, my own snow covered legs trembled against the cold. It seemed just a big colder since the last time he even wondered about the temperature. Living here the longest, in some short time of lonely solitude, I had found that just standing there and thinking about anything but the temperature makes you forget about how cold you are. "Soon makes me antsy." I muttered with a hollow chuckle, I was a changed stallion, maybe some warmth would do my heart some good.

Looking over to Victoire, I smiled only a smile that she brought to my face. Reaching over about to nuzzle her, my ear twitched and I moved my head to look over to the distance. In the loud hurl of wind and fluttering snow, I could always tell when someone new arrived even if they were still at the border. Attentively, my ears pressed forward, tail flicking too harshly, and head held to show dominance. When the new stallion got closer, I automatically sneered. I could tell that he was a previous king and I did not very much like that. At all. Seeing a limp and open wounds didn't give me any sympathy to the brute either. Stepping forward, I sized him up and decided that if needed, I could take him down in a fight. "Hello," I blinked for a moment, never thinking about whether he spoke french or even german. Sighing, I looked to Finn and hoped Finn would understand to translate for me. Looking to the stallion, I didn't let my face flicker. "I am Justin, Alpha of this herd and no, I don't speak english." Snorting to get some ice out from around my blackened muzzle, I just hoped that Finn would help in translation.

[W Smack]

Finn took a few hesitant steps forward behind the alpha, curious about this new stallion. His ears were perked straight forward and his ice blue eyes were sharp with attention as he took in the newcomer. Finally, he noticed that Justin was giving him a strange look and he suddenly realized what his purpose was. He was supposed to translate! His gait was slightly raised as he moved forward, feeling a certain sense of importance. "Hello," he said, nodding welcomingly to the newcomer. "My name is Finn, and this is Justin, the alpha. I take it that you don't speak German, am I right?"

[sassaboo]

The former king flicked one ear back as the stallion approached and spoke with him. He only really understood 'english' in the brute's sentence, and by wild guess Zarek realized that the English. 'Oh boy...Does anyone in the heard speak english?' He thought to himself as he tried to match some words in his mind. He knew very few words of German, but Zarek couldn't understand a lick of French. As the spotted stallion approached him, he gave a nod in thanks for translating. "Pleasure to meet you Justin, Finn." He said, giving a nod to the each of them as he spoke their names. "My name is Zarek, and your right. I only know a couple words of German. Otherwise I only know English."

[W Smack]

Finn smiled kindly to the stallion, then turned to Justin. "Sein Name ist Zarek und er spricht nicht Deutsches," he told him. His blue eyes gazed once more on the new stallion. "Justin and I welcome you to these lands. Justin only speaks German and French, so you'll have to have me or Victoire translate for you." Finn motioned towards the lead mare, Justin's mate, who spoke both English and French.

Translation:
"His name is Zarek and he doesn't speak German."

[sassaboo]

((Funny thing is I'm actually trying to learn German (though I don't have any programs/cds/books/ or classes to help) myself xD So pretty much Zarek only knows the words I know, lol...Um....o.o I'll reply after Mystery posts Justin, unless he doesn't really have anything to say to him, lol))

[Spirit Dancer]

My black gaze watches Justin carefully, brow slightly furrowed. Realizing I was probably just being silly, I let my composure and expression soften and relax; letting a small smile take to my flea bitten features. I watch patiently as the exchange takes place between the three stallions, knowing that when the appropriate moment came, I could speak up. At the mentioning of my name, I shift a bit at Justin's side, charred lips parting to speak, "Welcome to our home, Zarek. You know most of us, except for Finn's mare, Rose," I motioned towards the golden mare, before side stepping so the milky canvas of Esme was visible. "And Justin and my daughter, Esme Vivienne. She speaks English, as well as French. So she can easily translate for you, too."

I sigh heavily as my mother mentions me to the new stallion, a old King presumably. Steely blue pools flicker over to him, to show I acknowledged the fact I was being mentioned, though I remained silent as my mother rambled on about how I could be used as a translator, too. My gaze is soon caught by a flash of dark gold. It's obviously a mare; taller than mother, to boot. She's built wider than most of us, signaling that she's of a different breed than my parents or Fin. Her mane is of wild curls, wilder than mother's, and of the deepest black, like ink against her dark gold pelt. Her eyes are a startling emerald, contrasting sharply with her canvas, with a playful glimmer in them that makes them entrancing. I couldn't help but stare, even if it was considered rude, because I knew she could out shine mother if she had the right personality.

The snow was a struggle, as was the cold, to get used to. I scowl slightly as I approach Zarek's side, hearing the mix of accents and languages and catching the tail end of the introductions between them all. I could feel the steely gaze of the milk colored filly fixed on me, but I could tell it wasn't unfriendly. She probably hadn't seen many equines besides her parents and their herd members, so I might look unusual to her. I shifted a bit, evening out my body weight so I was comfortable as I waited for a opportunity to speak.

[W Smack]

Finn shifted his weight slightly but not because he was nervous of the newcomers. On the contrary, he was completely elated to see the two new faces. "Hello," he said, nodding his head to the new mare who stood next to Zarek. They were obviously friends - perhaps even more. His ears flicked awkwardly as Victoire mentioned Rose. She described him as "Finn's mare". That same gut-wrenching feeling took over his heart and he couldn't help but let his shining blue eyes stray to the beautiful golden mare that still stood slightly apart from the rest of the herd. He smiled slightly, just at the sight of her, but made himself focus on the newcomers at hand. Finn turned back to the newest mare and said, "My name is Finn, who are you?"

[Spirit Dancer]

I smile softly, acknowledging the speckled stallion. My gaze flickers over to Zarek, briefly, before returning to him. I noticed the flea bitten mare, part of the King's harem I suppose, awaited my answer patiently.
"I'm Louisiana Dixie, or Lulu," I replied, the mix between the Southern drawl and French melodies rang clear in my voice. I can see it makes the flea bitten mare feel at ease, since she relaxes even more. She obviously spoke French as a first language, if she's put to so much ease at my mixed accent. "I was apart of what was Zarek's harem, when he was King. So I guess you can consider me his, still."

[Horsegirl]

Chocolate eyes watched as the newcomers arrived; one spotted, the other a more golden-dun shade. Her jett locks swirled around the sun-kissed crest so alluringly that it made Rose self-conscious of her own dull appearance. Sure, she was palomino as well, but not the dark molten gold of the newcomer. Her own hide paled in comparison, but she tried not to let it show. "Hello Zarek, Lulu. I, as you probably guessed, am Golden Rose." She stepped closer to Finn, noticing his glance at her, somehow full of love. Then the other mare's appearance didn't matter at all. He didn't love this Lulu, he loved her, only her, and that wasn't going to change. She stepped right next to him and flicked his powerful haunches with her creamy banner. "Don't even think about it," she murmured jokingly, a half smile on her maw.