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You Can't Fight Fate [Any] [No Sylva] - Zhenga - 08-30-2017 Tales were often spread among the grazing horses of the Field. Tales of those who practically disappeared like ghosts in the woven mist that sprang up from the waterfall in the early morning hours, blanketing the land as if it were already the time of winter. Said season was not incredibly far off; the leaves in the trees were already starting to turn shades of red, orange, yellow, and every color in between the three, effectively making them look like an oddly painted landscape. This morning was quiet, much like every one that passed here. On rare occasions, cries of mares and stallions cut through the silence that hung over the Field like a cloud, but a majority of the time, it was peaceful and full of serenity. The mist covered a large portion of the land, mostly near the waterfall and the big lake plastered in the middle. There were not a large number of horses that could effectively blent in due to their coat colors, which happened to include a certain bay roan filly who was out to start trouble that morning. Since her departure from Ischia several moons ago, bored with how peaceful life seemed there, Zhenga returned to the Field and had been there ever since. The filly's adventurous spirit often drew her back if she didn't feel at home in the newest kingdom she explored, along with the adrenaline rush she got when trying to hide from stallions out looking for new mares. Zhenga had been lucky enough to avoid a majority of them, using the trees and morning mist to mask an early escape before they could catch sight of her. Still, sometimes, she lagged behind on purpose, letting the stallions get a glimpse and then watching from the trees as they fruitlessly searched for the bay roan filly. Just earlier this morning, Zhenga had used the mist to her advantage and frightened a small family of foxes that had come to the large lake for a drink. She honestly didn't mean to frighten the kits as bad as she did, but their sire had gotten his own revenge. She had a small cut on her pastern, small enough that it would heal quickly enough and not leave a trace once it was well again. That was pretty much the only exciting thing to happen this morning so far. Zhenga busied herself, or tried to, with running through the trees, practicing using the mist to hide (until the sun rose higher and it dried up), and taking a swim in the lake to cool herself down even though the temperature was nowhere near the level it had been in the summer. Well, no matter. The filly was bored and basically trying to accomplish anything that could take her mind off of the fact of how bored she was. There hadn't been any interesting stallions in the Field yet, not she could tantalize with a chase. So what was she to do now? She wasn't thirsty, she'd done her morning run, and none of the other mares or stallions who weren't interested in forming a herd didn't want anything to do with her. Was boredom really that hard to solve? Zhenga let out a frustrated sigh, cursing her unfortunate luck at the fact that she had to deal with this minor problem right now. Deciding to scratch a troublesome itch on her back, the filly tucked in her black-point legs and laid on the thick grassy ground, shifting her weight a couple of times to roll over on her back and scratch the itch before laying on her side for a few seconds and then repeating the process again. She didn't care if any stallion or mare appeared right now; she'd hear them in plenty of time. Of course, it pays to not be cocky just as much as it pays to be careful, something the filly would hopefully grow to understand one day as her dam often prayed for. OOC: Zhenga is free to be claimed, either forcefully, or by a friendly horse from a kingdom. I ask for no Sylva only because that's where she originally came from and I want her to explore a new part of Beqanna. RE: You Can't Fight Fate [Any] [No Sylva] - Ivar - 09-02-2017
RE: You Can't Fight Fate [Any] [No Sylva] - Zhenga - 09-04-2017 Zhenga didn't really care that this new horse just appeared; if anything, she was slightly irritated that he interrupted her when she was trying to get the itch off her back. Luckily, all her turning on the ground had succeeded in banishing the annoying twitching of her skin, so, satisfied, the filly rolled back onto her stomach. She put her front legs out and hooves on the ground to hoist her weight up, leaning back a moment before hoisting her weight forward onto her front legs. As she did, the filly managed to get her back legs under her and stood, giving her body a good shake to get rid of the stray grass blades and dirt now clinging to her fur. The whole while she did this, the filly gave the stallion a response, "I'm good thanks, but you're sweet to offer," she said with a smile. The filly's attitude was always changing when meeting strangers, whether stallion, mare, filly, or colt. Most of the time, it just depended on her current mood, and since she'd been in a pleasant one when this horse arrived, her greeting reflected that. The filly turned her head to greet the horse who had come up, but stopped short when she took in his appearance. Even though he looked younger than her, the stallion easily succeeded her in height, towering over her withers by almost a foot it seemed. He sported a smoky black tobiano coat, which complimented his overall muscled build and brown eyes. Zhenga's, a bright electric blue, were the exact opposite as her brain rattled itself, searching for a memory. For some bizarre reason, the filly felt she recognized this colt in front of her, but her mind was escaping her at this moment. She hadn't met a large number of horses since leaving home, and none of them had really looked like the stallion. So, she decided to focus on ones she'd met while still living in Sylva for the short time she had been before leaving to go check out Ischia and a few other places. Who had been born in Sylva after her? Not that many foals; in fact, she could only, if vaguely, remember one that she'd gotten to know. A certain paint-colored colt she'd befriended before he'd also left to go explore for himself... shortly after she had... The lightbulb went off and Zhenga's eyes went wide. She gave the stallion a once-over glance again, just to make sure she was seeing things right. Yes, everything that was familiar about him still was there, and before Zhenga could stop herself, the mare's words left her lips. "Ivar?" she asked, starting to smile. Her energetic and friendly side taking over, she stepped closer to the stallion, letting out a happy nicker and brushing her muzzle against the stallion's shoulder in greeting, "Holy... Ivar, I can't believe it! Is that really you?! It's been so long! Adulthood has treated you well I see," she said with a joking smile, referencing how he'd grown from a gangly-legged colt to the tall and fit stallion now standing before her. @[Ivar] RE: You Can't Fight Fate [Any] [No Sylva] - Ivar - 09-07-2017
RE: You Can't Fight Fate [Any] [No Sylva] - Zhenga - 09-08-2017 Zhenga nickered again as Ivar returned her gesture of greeting, his muzzle tickling the fur on her shoulder as he said hello. She pranced in place for a few moments, obviously happy to see the young stallion. She'd left Sylva long before he had, even though they were just barely a year or so apart in age. It had been hard to leave her friends behind, Eiria and Ivar especially since they were the only two there remotely close to Zhenga's age. The only ones she hung out with anyways. Eiria had been more like a mother figure to the two younger horses. Ivar had always been willing to get into mischief with the roan filly, even if at times it got them in trouble with their parents. Ivar fired back at Zhenga's comment, saying he'd give her one if only she'd grown taller. Feeling undignified, Zhenga stomped a hoof, turning her muzzle away in a prideful fashion. "I'll have you know I grew up just fine. I'm around my dam's height and in my opinion that makes it easier for me to fight," she joked, giving him a rogue grin as she ended her sentence. But, in reality, Zhenga had grown up beautifully. Much like Eiria and Sirana, who had inherited their dam's bright golden coat and her body structure, Zhenga got much of her own style from her dam. The roan coloring had been passed down through her father, despite him being a paint. Raxa's own unique bloodline partially contributed too, resulting in the roan pattern. Had Raxa not passed that down, Zhenga would've probably looked more like her sire, albeit a few roan hairs scattered here and there on her flank. Her small stature gave her a compact look, but her muscles had filled out and the filly did look rather beautiful. With her bay roan coloring and dark face, a long, silky black mane and tail, plus her black points, finished the look. Her forelock was a bit oddly cut, since some of the hairs splayed out like she'd been shocked by lightning, but it fell over her eye in a pretty fashion. Her brown eyes held that same spark she'd been known for since she was a filly. Zhenga had not yet been attracted to any stallions she met, but she had to admit, Ivar had grown up rather handsome. Genetics had definitely done him right. Pondering his question, Zhenga gave it a moment and then told him, "Well, since I left, I've taken time to go about a couple of the kingdoms here. Several I saw in passing cause they didn't look interesting enough. I paid a visit to Ischia, and it was rather pretty, but it got boring after a while. A place like that would be more suited for my friend Eiria, or her dam. Tephra was definitely a lot warmer than I was used to, so I moved on. Taiga, well... it was nice before it got destroyed. I haven't seen much of Hyaline or Loess yet, but I did plan on visiting those." She pranced again and turned in a circle, just happy to be around her friend, "So what about you? What adventures has the great Ivar been up to?" @[Ivar] RE: You Can't Fight Fate [Any] [No Sylva] - Ivar - 09-09-2017
RE: You Can't Fight Fate [Any] [No Sylva] - Zhenga - 09-09-2017 As Ivar began to tell Zhenga of his own adventures after he'd departed his foal hood home, she couldn't help but notice the excitement in his voice. Clearly, the young stallion had quite a fun time being out, away from Sylva, and having the chance to make his own shot at life. He first tells her of his time in Tephra, though, like Zhenga's, it seems to have been a short period due to its unnatural temperatures and sweltering fog layer. Zhenga hadn't told Ivar this, but she'd also paid a visit to the Tephra in order to visit Sirana. Last time she'd gone back to Sylva to pay a visit to Eiria and Raxa, the golden mare had inquired on if Zhenga had heard any tales of another colored like her roaming one of Beqanna's other kingdoms. The roan filly originally didn't have anything of interest to say, but told her friend she'd keep her ears open as there was bound to be some juicy gossip in the Field. Sure enough, one day, she heard of a golden mare residing in the Tephra, and journeyed there herself to see. Once she found and met up with Sirana, seeing that the mare was okay and happy where she was, fulfilling her jobs for the Tephra, Zhenga went back to Sylva and gave the news to Eiria and Anahi. It did little to lift the older golden mare's spirits, but enough that she was no longer in the same slump stage she had been since she learned of Archam's death. Eiria had said she wished Sirana would return, but understood the need for space and simply wished her sister well on her new life and held onto hope that she'd one day visit. Bidding her friend and her dam farewell, Zhenga left Sylva again and went on the next leg of her journey, which she'd already told Ivar about. The paint-colored stallion went on to say he'd been interested in Taiga, but in light of recent events he'd decided to move on to Ischia before ultimately picking Loess as his next destination. What he said next only served to peak Zhenga's interest more, since she'd never been to Loess really and was eager to check it out. Doing so with her foal hood friend would only make the journey more interesting. Ivar seemed to stumble over his words as he told Zhenga his reason for visiting Loess, and the young filly did not fail to catch on here. Maybe it was unintentional, but she sure picked up on it and would not let this opportunity go to waste. The filly gave Ivar a rogue smirk, prancing around him again before moving to stand up close to him, by his left shoulder. She nudged him a bit and raised her eyebrows in a playful fashion, her grin changing to a downright mischievous smirk. "A friend you say? Hmm, sure seems like it's a bit more than that if you ask me," she told him, a chuckle hanging on the end of her words. "My mom used to tell me the telltale signs of when a stallion likes a filly. It'd sure be nice to meet this friend of yours, and I haven't see Loess yet. Mind if I tagged along?" she inquired, the innocence in her voice completely betraying the rogue playfulness in her eyes. RE: You Can't Fight Fate [Any] [No Sylva] - Ivar - 09-12-2017
RE: You Can't Fight Fate [Any] [No Sylva] - Zhenga - 09-12-2017 Zhenga did not fail to miss the bashful look Ivar adopted when she spoke of the other mare, and outright laughed at the redness spreading on his cheeks. Oh this would provide sweet blackmail material for years to come; she'd never seen the young stallion show this kind of emotion before. She'd only ever seen the embarrassed type you get when being compared to an older sibling or your parents. Zhenga had seen that once or twice when Anahi and Eiria would bring up Sirana in a conversation. The roan filly was still busy laughing, good-naturedly of course, when Ivar nudged her in the shoulder with his neck. Feeling the muscles underneath the skin as he did so, Zhenga turned to look at him, taking in the stallion's appearance more carefully now. She could see why that mare definitely thought of him as more than a friend; he'd far outgrown the 'ugly duckling' category he'd been placed under by others when he was a colt. Ivar caught Zhenga's gaze when she looked at him, speaking in a hesitant tone about her inquiry to accompany him on his trip to Loess. At first, Zhenga thought he was going to remind her he was going there to visit someone special, and she might be in the way of things. Zhenga would've just told him that she'd spend her own time there, wandering around and exploring the kingdom while Ivar hung out with his own special friend. But it was the next few words that left his mouth which had Zhenga staring at him wide-eyed and slack-jawed. For a moment, her mind had trouble processing the (playful) insult Ivar threw hew way before the stallion's fading hoofbeats drew her back out. Zhenga gave him a hard look, somewhat offended by his comment, but knew it was nothing more than in good fun. That was one thing Zhenga had not inherited from her dam; she knew when to take a joke. Rearing up on her hind legs, lashing out with her front and letting out a challenging call, Zhenga raced after her foal hood friends, her hooves pounding over the earth as she strove to catch up to him. Though Ivar was taller and had longer limbs, Zhenga had been trained her whole life on how to use her more compact frame to her advantage. Even if it may not look it, the filly was gifted with speed, which meant that Ivar might have a bigger challenge despite the roan's shorter stature. The two continued their race over the grassy field, heading in the direction of the mountains that lined the coast in the north. Zhenga was excited to see their sheer size, for she had never been up that way before. For their race, Zhenga was content to gallop behind Ivar, but finally decided she should let him have it. Putting on a burst of speed, her legs a mere blur as they propelled her over the ground, Zhenga started moving faster and catching up with her friend. It did take longer than normal thanks to Ivar's growth spurt, but in time, Zhenga finally caught up to him. The roan ran alongside the piebald colt for some strides, shooting him a playful smirk before firing back with a challenge. "Won't be much of a race with me leading the way!" she shouted over her own shoulder as she pulled ahead by a horse length. |