Dirty Legs {LEAD HORSE MEETING 1}

[Annabelle]

The hot land made sweat drip down my barrel and legs. My nape was soaked making my mane get soggy and flat. My forelock, plastered to my face, clung to my eyes and refused to budge no matter how many times I gave my head a shake. My ebony cords touched my sides and then slowly fell off with each toss.

I loved it.

This place put a grin on my lips as my brown eyes looked across the plain site. My goal in this life time was to become Queen of everything possible, but have as little amount of followers as possible. This place might just be hot enough to keep them away, or if they thought they were tough enough, they would stay a couple of days and either die or discretely leave. I didn't mind either way, the more dead bodies laying around would be warning for others to stay out. I just wouldn't like the smell of cooking horse flesh every day. However, I could just tell them that if they felt like they were going to die, to bring it to the border of the lands.

My pace moved forward at a casual walk. I knew where the water source was and I planned on staying close to it for now. I would stay close to it long enough so that my body could get accustomed to being in such a hot dry climate. Night, evening, or morning would be the time where I would go and explore the place.

For now, however, I was getting ready to welcome guests into my land. As much as I hated having other horses in my land, these ones would be much worse. They would think that they were high and mighty, they would want to be feared. I didn't have any kind of respect for them, that was hard to earn and I didn't plan on giving it out today at this meeting. I guess it is more of a meet and greet, see who is out there - who to watch out for.

Dished cranium turned and I made my way to the hidden oasis. Maybe they wouldn't find it, perhaps they will die of heat exhaustion along the way. I should stop these thoughts, why get enjoyment when it hasn't happened yet? Why spoil it for later? I pushed it all out of my mind and soon came upon the small body of water.

Appendages stopped near it, I didn't set my dirty legs in it. Even though the touch of my very body would make it that much more better tasting - I didn't want any others thinking they could just willy nilly invite themselves for even a mere drink. I wasn't that inviting. Just doing a simple favour to hold this thing first while not many horses have touched their hooves on this world.

The sun was high in the sky, the hottest point of the day. My mouth was dry, but I ignored the need to drink. At least for now of course. I stood with my head held high, eyes expectant as I watched the place where they would all come pouring in.

[kota]

Stefan sighed halfheartedly, shifting his weight back onto all fours before, silently pushing himself into motion. Rounded pedestals thudded lightly on the dirt floor, sending up a thin mist of dust as he walked through the cavern. The beautiful cobalt walls that hid him from the rest of the world cast a blue glow onto his tawny frame. He rounded a corner, curving his chassis to keep walking against the wall.

We needed rain, nice wet rain. Just once, to keep down all the dust that had been gathering on everything. It just wouldn't suffice for everything to become dirty. Not in his land. It wasn't acceptable. There was already scattered fallen branches and trees, that would not be moved.

The air around him was cool and dry. The months of spring had brought him great ease. He didn't appreciate the weather that came with winter. He never seemed to retain enough body heat. Leaving him cool to the touch and not very good company to most. Including his older more cruel brother Damon. Or so he had begun to think. Whom was sent from hell to harass him for a life time. Tolerance was something he had built up over the years. It was needed to even stand being around his polar opposite.

Daylight hit the demon's features like a ton of bricks. He immediately tensed, squinting through oak hued optics. Trying to make out all the land forms around him, as his eyes adjusted to the change in atmosphere.

He mentally smacked himself. He should have come out during the early morning hours to let himself acclimate to the lighting. It was something that always seemed to hender him from any interaction. He preferred the shadows. They never messed with his vision like the sun did. Oh the sun how it stopped him from practically even starting his daily routine.

It was time to leave. His presence had been requested in some sort of sandy hell hole in the next province over. By some Annabelle woman. She hadn't seemed to bad in the brief moment he had laid eyes on her. Though it was only long enough for her to tell him about some sort of gathering. Then she was gone.

He felt that he might be late for this so called meeting. But that might also be a good thing. With less people around he might not feel so compelled to rip throats out. He always felt so hostile, though he suppressed the need to tear into others. Sometimes all he wanted to see was that crimson liquid ooze from another's skin. It may have sound demented but he couldn't be blamed, it was how he was raised. It permanently imprinted him, and he couldn't shake the feeling. It was like it was in his DNA, or etched into his natural instinct. He wasn't sure.

He was so close now. He already sensed the presence of others fast approaching. Hesitation kept him from moving any faster. His brow stayed furrowed, olive lanterns harsh as he tried to keep out any emotion. He kept double crossing himself wondering if this was really a safe decision. Even if he was way more mentally stable than he believed himself to be. He urged himself on. If he didn't go he would seem like a coward.

To be honest he was very nervous. Not to be in the company of others. But to have left Damon. Alone. In HIS land. By now he probably had strung the guts of multiple animals through the trees like party streamers. Of course this might seem absolutely absurd. But he had seen him do it before. He had done it for the first birthday Stefan could remember. It was horrible. Stench and all. It seemed like Damon took it as a joke. Stefan just though he had a sick, and twisted sense of humor. He was just dying to see what Damon had in store for him this time. He might have been over reacting but he had this gut feeling that his brother was going to do something COMPLETELY unexpected.

His cadaver was covered in sweat, he shook his crest to let air at least get a chance to cool him down. It was no use. These dreaded desert lands would be the death of him. He couldn't withstand this much heat.

A bay mare had come into view. She was pretty stout yet she wasn't fat she was actually quite slim for her size. She almost would have been attractive if Stefan wasn't so hard to move. He nodded his facade, before pushing himself into a rhythmic canter. His stride was long and even, tearing across the ground as he advanced on her. Closing in with every step. He used his air brakes as he drew near going from one stride of canter straight into a walk. Which usually would have ended in a face plant if he hadn't practiced it so many times.

He tried making eye contact with her. Nodding his head with a polite smile, stopping as he didn't want to get to close to her, or anybody for that matter. "Miss Annabelle." He squared himself as he stood. Cocking a hide flint, possibly in a 'I'm not scared of you, so I'm just going to make myself at home' sort of gesture. He flicked ashen locks back and forth across his flanks. He was just itching to leave this place. Rush home, and beat that beast into the ground for whatever he had done this time.

[Henley]

Calitha struggled to move her legs. Her mouth cried for water, but alas she couldn't find any. Her eyes scoured for some but they could not find any. She was looking for Annabelle. The 'Queen' she called herself. Calitha tossed her head in a attempt to laugh but her throat wouldn't allow one sound. The sun scorched her hide. How did horses live in this?
Calitha missed the rain, and humidity in the tropics, in her land. It wasn't fair she was in this god forsaken hell hole. It was so sandy, she could've been at the beach. The sun blinded her, making it even worse. Annabelle had a lot of explaining pulling her in to the fucking land.
Calitha finally reached the point where Annabelle had summoned her. Her breath came in rasps but she could still breath. She did not do the dry desert anymore. Calitha made a note not to piss Annabelle off, as she had the advantage in this sunbathed demonic place. A smile played across her face as she looked at Annabelle. "Good morning Annabelle." Calitha greeted and turned to see a stallion here too.
She huffed in disgust and backed away a bit. She could see the water there taunting her. "Would you mind if I grabbed a lap of water, the journey has wearied me out." Calitha asked politely. She almost didn't wait for an answer but collected herself up, waiting for Annabelle's answer.

[Freedom]

Cosmic

Power. Yes it was a powerful thing, of course, and Cosmic was full of it. Physically and mentally. What couldn't the steed achieve? Yes, he could never achieve a thing like what he was thinking. Over confidence. That was how he killed his leader. A huff and a snort erupted as he laughed to himself. How stupid could these horses be? Hopefully they weren't. He simply couldn't deal with it. For how would he be able to rule over all the herds? Stupid horses were easily thrown down. However, there were times when he wish that everyone was just plain ridiculously metal. Just so he could screw them up. Now, was not one of those times. Now he was a business man. That is, until he figures them out. Ahh, yes, now he should decide, would he intimidate, or have them underestimate him. A gentle giant, or a forceful tyrant? A noble sir, or a fierce warrior? His stride wasn't full of pride, or energy. Simply because it was natural. If you move too much in the heat, well you could die. Therefore, it came at a great advantage to move slower while a foreigner would move quickly, tiring and wondering how the horses here lived in such heat. Yes yes, it was a certain amount of expertise and quite the art to learn. Quick movements were rare and far between, a snake, yes much like a rattler. Slow moving, yet in the blink of an eye, faster than the heat, it would lash and kill.

His mighty withers retched to the clear painful skies, a good 19 hands. He never did understand the meaning of phrases referring to the sunny days and cloudless skies. What a stupid thing to say. His heavy hooves sunk deep into the sand. He was entering that damned mare's land. Yes she lived in a forsaken land... It was hotter than his own territory, and, well lets just say he would never call it worthy of ownership. Poor sucker who is sad enough to fight for this sandbox. Ahh yes, his large hooves were round and had a wide enough girth to work as snowshoes, only, sandshoes instead. Sure, his weight did push him down, but his strength and feet kept him aloft. He raised his head and peered into the painful sky above, must be around fourteen hours from midnight. That was indeed the hottest time of day. It was odd, but he could tell how many hours it had been since midnight by looking at where the sun was. It really wasn't that complicated, the farther West the closer to midnight it was. Intelligence did radiate from him. Though quietly, for no one would ever guess such a large brute could ever be smart.

His oddly colored eyes spotted two. Two leaders no less. Of course. What was he expecting? Two mares, and a stallion. Oh oh? Could it be? Oh no, but that would be rather fine. Allies? Or enemies? Yes, you could say his mind was confusing despite his straight forward and precision in speech. His gait did not change, for that would create heat, and really truly, Cosmic wasn't into dying in the desert today. If anything, his excitement dropped. What exactly were they going to do anyways? It's not like they could harm him. His burly voice sounded over the pool of water before the two, "Hey, I believe I was invited here by an Annabelle. Or rather, as she likes to call herself, queen Annabelle" His voice was tart, controlled, yet friendly. Wouldn't call it, stressed, or strict, just business-like and almost bored. When he spoke his line about what she called herself, it was a mocking tone, he was one of the few here that didn't feel at a disadvantage. He lumbered his way over to join the three, ah yes, water... She might be a bit protective over it... Oh fun! An enemy... Of course, in order to have and enemy you need a friend... Yes, he would find a friend so he could stir up a foe. This would be quite entertaining.

Cosmic || 4 || Suffolk Punch x Gypsy Vanner x Percheron cross || Dapple grey || Green || Black/grey || Bloody shoulder, four white socks, and white blaze || Extensive scarring || 19hh || Stallion

[cadillac]

⁞⁞∞⁞Everclear⁞∞⁞⁞
••all he wanted was a simple life, he said••
The day had started without him. This was unusual for Everclear. But then again he had his reasons, he was still settling into his new lands. And now, he was invited, or perhaps better put, commanded to join in a Lead's meeting. He wasn't the least bit hesitant to go though, he was always eager to meet others. Although, these would be of the high ranked officials, masters of their personal realms. And call it a hunch, but he was mulling over the thought that they would be considerably less hospitable than he was.
Nevertheless, he made his way to Annabelle's home in less time than he had originally assumed. As he crossed the dunes, shortly
the frames of fellow equines greeted his eyes. He was of average stature, and as he neared, he could clearly make out that a few were larger, bulkier stallions than himself. Two mares also lingered in the group, the most comfortable of them he safely assumed was the Queen of the lands, Annabelle. His dark hide gleamed wet with sweat, but this wasn't something he displeased. He lived in the humid & hot tropics, which at least in the desert the air wasn't soup.
Sliding to a stop amongst the crowd, Everclear bowed graciously before the others.
→'Ello Queen Annabelle & the rest of my fellow lords & ladies.←
With a quick toss of his black skull, damp silken locks cleared from view. He wasn't sure if anyone else needed to appear, so he patiently awaited from the outskirts of the circle.

STATUS• complete
MUSE• lacking...
NOTES• I'm the only nice guy here :] I'm not popular! Lol
LYRICS•Fake, rains.

[wicked.]

The moonlight shone down on the tall horse that made his way though his own domain. The night was becoming old, the sun would rise in a few hours but the equine was already on the move. He, like many others, had been summoned on what was being called a 'lead meeting'. Held in the lands of the beautiful mare Annabelle. He had met her once before on neutral ground. But this would be a different story, for he was traveling to her lands with her own rules. Those of which each equine attending would be forced to oblige.

The tree's overhead seemed to sing a song, trying to lull the stallion into staying there forever. But this time the song seemed different, almost wicked in a way, dark. On this dark morning there were no companions to light the bay stallions way. Only the moonlight. For some this would seem scary, but after only being in his herd lands for a short time he felt oddly at home. Like he belonged there.

He continued moving, thinking about what this meeting would really be about. Where he came from most of the herds did not talk, and if they did it was always about hatred. His old life seemed to be full of hatred. He killed his own father out of hate, and his older brother. He was driven out of his herd because of hatred for being found out. All that he was, was hate. Sometimes the young stallion tried to push that out of his mind, that maybe he didn't have to hate everything. But he knew, you could not get by without the word. To survive you needed all aspects of life. Not just the good, and not just the bad.

The scenery changed from his familiar maze like forest to the black sands that his lands were named after. The beach was cool to the touch, and for a moment the black stallion stopped. The wind was louder and much more strong out in the open, blowing his mane and tail behind him. The ocean mist hitting his face, forcing his eyes shut. It would be the last he felt water for awhile, he had made sure to drink quite a bit before leaving. Knowing where he was going did not have much water at all.

It took most of the dark morning before the stallion found himself on the edge of the desert area. It had dropped in temperature, for the sun was only beginning to rise then. He watched the glory of the large star rise into the sky, lighting up the land almost as if it was magic. But that was a foals story. The bay stallion walked on. Toward where he figured the grouped mass would be.

It was around noon time by the time he found them. A maze her lands were, but a maze was nothing he wasn't use to. For his forest acted much in the same way. Was he thirsty? Yes, but he wasn't going to complain about it. As he approached he already saw horses had showed up, all keeping their distance from one another. The bay stallion walked over, stopping a bit closer to Annabelle than the others. "Lady Annabelle.. what a pleasure to see you.. again." he flicked his ears and dipped his head to her in a polite manner. He looked over at the others that were there. From what he could tell there was more stallions there then mares. And the other mare that was there seemed exhausted. Jay returned his attention to the main lady in charge and waited patiently.

words~
'thoughts'

[Annabelle]

My eyes almost felt heavy in the bright sunlight and the waves of heat that rolled over the barren land. I gave my head a shake, then stomped my leg. I am to be awake for when the others come and greet me. I guess this is supposed to be a meet and greet for all of us who are high and mighty, I am just the highest and mightiest of them. I guess it fits that I hold this lead horse meeting first then, letting the underlings come to me first.

Banner swished, a hark turned toward the water as its delicious smell wafted over to me. Dished dial turned as I looked at the still water before an approaching animal dismissed my trance. Slowly I moved my cranium forward, my ears reluctantly perking toward the male who greeted me. I studied his oddly coloured frame. He appeared to be taller than me, though I didn't care for height. I didn't know his name, and for the moment I didn't care for it. It didn't matter if I didn't care, however, this was a meet and greet and I would have to know his name. A lots would know my name from the summoning that I had put into place, I just didn't care to learn theirs at the time. "Speak your name and the name of the land that you call yours." I spoke in monotone. I didn't demand it, but it was a good idea if he told me.

It wasn't long before another horse came into view. Her coat was a brown, though her mane and tail oddly enough where nearly white. I dismissed this and listened to her greeting and then soon after a request to have some of my water. I felt disgusted, how dare this low life of a mare ask for my water. I didn't show this in my features however. What should I depicted myself today? A bitch? Or the sweet hostess? Well, I didn't feel like being sweet. "How about you tell me your name and which land you lead and I will think about it?" I said, despite not wanting to be sweet my tone came off like it. It may have been condescension of course. I was giving her a chance, as of right now I wouldn't have her lips near my oasis.

The feeling that I would be asking for a lot of names and herd names today felt heavy on my shoulders. But I kept my head up, looking at the two different horses, in the distance another was approaching. The one who came was more draft like than the mare before me. He was grey in colour, dapples covered his frame which suggested that he was still young. As he got closer I noticed an odd marking on his shoulder, large and red. It disgusted me, and the more he got closer the more I noticed the scaring that covered his body. How dare he present himself to me with such a marred coat. I tossed my cords, annoyed by his words. "That is me, speak your name and than land in which you own." I spoke, my tone mocking his own.

The lands that covered this whole world seemed to be filling up with different lead horses. It didn't take long before a very dark stallion appeared. Was there only two female lead horses? At least this one, as I listened to him speak and bow, held some respect. "Greetings to you, please introduce yourself and tell us which land you lead." I tossed my whipcord back and forth, harks flickered to each individual who was here. I almost felt like this was done, that everyone was here when someone else came into the picture.

Quickly I turned my head to a bay stallion, white markings covered his body. Ah hell. I actually knew this one. I listened to him greet me and I rolled my eyes. "Greetings Jay, introduce yourself to the others." No way in hell was I going to introduce anyone to anyone else. They were big boys and girl. I wasn't their mother, I didn't produce such scum.

Now that they all seemed to be here, of course I didn't know the exact number of lead horses who occupied the many lands, I parted my lips to speak. "As you all know I am Annabelle, and I own these lands. This is the first lead horse meeting, so it is just a meet in greet." I spoke to all, raising my voice to make sure that they all heard. "This meeting will also decide who will hold the next one." I added.

ooc:// I tried to keep it short -dies-

[Henley]

Calitha looked at Annabelle amused by her rudeness. "Well, if you care so much, I'm Calitha and I own the Tinsel Gardens. The Lead Bachelorrette in fact." Calitha said curtly. She could tell this mare was going to be stubborn. She smiled again, amused at how the mare thought she was just going to bow down. She had no idea how wrong she was. She almost laughed, but didn't dare as she could tell that would be a grave mistake. She turned around, no waiting to hear the mare's reply, forgetting about her thirst and about everything else.