12-07-2015, 08:11 PM
It has been a very long time since he has been here. The older stallion still somewhat scruffy from his residual winter coat. He has spent most of his time in Cobblestone Creek, living life in solitude and peace, but it was too much of a good thing. No one was around anymore and he knew it was time...he had to go out and search for mares to bring back with him. No one likes to be alone ALL the time right? So Nouri strolls, his long shaggy fetlocks getting snagged on sprouting underbrush, old dead leaves becoming entangled in his long thick flaxen tail. His head, adorned with a very symmetrical white blaze, is level, his eyes partially closed. Quietly content. Mismatched blue and cocoa colored eyes swept over the fresh new surroundings of the field. This place was always so full of life, so vibrant, and full of so many different energies.
It invigorated him.
His chestnut varnished body ambles along, strong muscle can be seen in his shoulders, pretty fit despite his age. After many years of battles, mocks, and travel, he has gained many scars and quite a strong physique. He was proud of that, but not cocky. Soon his hooves lead him to a small corner of the field, his view is of a lovely, most exceedingly exotic looking spotted mare, and a pearly white stallion. He is not nervous to approach them, instead he strides in with a warm smile, the outside corners of his eyes wrinkled slightly. He nickers softly, his voice is soft and light, letting the pair aware of his approach.
He manages to catch the alabaster stallion's introduction. Nouri looks to Daey and nods his head respectively and then repeats the process to the purple spotted mare.
"Good afternoon, field is quite lively today isn't it? I am Nouri, it's a pleasure to meet you. Also to you Daey."
He leaves it there, as the other stallion already asked her for her name, no need to be a broken record right? Though is words are soft, inviting. His old mottled muzzle dips down to quickly catch a pesky itch and then returns his gaze to the mare. He studies her, not in a sexual manner, just curious. He likes to look at others, remember them in his mind. It was something he used to do with his mother in the Jungle when he would tag along for her spy missions. Yes, back when the Amazons had three castes, army, diplomats, and spies. His mother was both a diplomat and a spy. It seemed contradicting, but it surprisingly worked out for her. But he always would practice his "spying" skills by being as observant and focused as possible. It worked out well for him in the long run.
But now, here he stands, almost counting every single purple spot. Nouri is patient as he awaits her reply to both he and the pearly stag. He hopes this will work out in his favor, but alas he will not be disappointed if it does not. For he is quite the passive, neutral kinda of stallion. Not much phases him. But he would like to bring home some company, it's not easy getting old alone.
N O U R I
lead stallion of cobblestone creek
It invigorated him.
His chestnut varnished body ambles along, strong muscle can be seen in his shoulders, pretty fit despite his age. After many years of battles, mocks, and travel, he has gained many scars and quite a strong physique. He was proud of that, but not cocky. Soon his hooves lead him to a small corner of the field, his view is of a lovely, most exceedingly exotic looking spotted mare, and a pearly white stallion. He is not nervous to approach them, instead he strides in with a warm smile, the outside corners of his eyes wrinkled slightly. He nickers softly, his voice is soft and light, letting the pair aware of his approach.
He manages to catch the alabaster stallion's introduction. Nouri looks to Daey and nods his head respectively and then repeats the process to the purple spotted mare.
"Good afternoon, field is quite lively today isn't it? I am Nouri, it's a pleasure to meet you. Also to you Daey."
He leaves it there, as the other stallion already asked her for her name, no need to be a broken record right? Though is words are soft, inviting. His old mottled muzzle dips down to quickly catch a pesky itch and then returns his gaze to the mare. He studies her, not in a sexual manner, just curious. He likes to look at others, remember them in his mind. It was something he used to do with his mother in the Jungle when he would tag along for her spy missions. Yes, back when the Amazons had three castes, army, diplomats, and spies. His mother was both a diplomat and a spy. It seemed contradicting, but it surprisingly worked out for her. But he always would practice his "spying" skills by being as observant and focused as possible. It worked out well for him in the long run.
But now, here he stands, almost counting every single purple spot. Nouri is patient as he awaits her reply to both he and the pearly stag. He hopes this will work out in his favor, but alas he will not be disappointed if it does not. For he is quite the passive, neutral kinda of stallion. Not much phases him. But he would like to bring home some company, it's not easy getting old alone.
lead stallion of cobblestone creek