Thundering Mist

.:.Labelled.:. Thundering Mist .:.Labelled.:.

.:.Winters.:. Eight .:.Winters.:.

.:.Chromosome.:. XX .:.Chromosome.:.

.:.Heritage.:. Unknown .:.Heritage.:.

.:.Washed.:. Dark Bay .:.Washed.:.

.:.Fault.:. Stubborn and Headstrong .:.Fault.:.

.:.Taste.:.

With a hassled breath Mother Nature sighs her grief for the picturesque landscape. The gentle waft of cool, fresh oxygen trails down the steep descent of the mountain's rough gradient. As it connected with the level terrain below, the vast clusters of timber walls began to sway, the almost non-existent stoke of invisible fingers, loosely tousling the distinct emerald foliage. I too am in the direct firing line as I make my way through the new, yet familiar terrain, the draught catches my raven feather, limp threads and begins its own ritual waltz atop my muscular column.

My burly ligaments and tendons lie in a relaxed waiting, prepared for any ambushing or onslaught that may catapult towards me. One thing my training taught me was you are never truly safe, there will always be someone plotting revenge or even lying in wait for an unsuspecting victim.

The placid tendons spring into action carting my carcass over the lands to the 'sign up land' where I may wait until I am told where to go... well, another place shall find out how much I am a bytch. I have been called many a colourful names. My true name is Thundering Mist, a name some quake with terror at the mention. I am not a bytch, I am THE bytch.

My gaze wanders the terrain, yes there is something familiar to this place, like I had been here sometime before... yet my path has never come this way.

Xanabar

Ziyadah had been absent lately... it was a busy life, being a stallion. but now he was back. the huge horse was lazily checking his borders when he saw and smelled a newcomer. a mare, eh? that was fine. Ziyadah strode towards her, dark eyes wandering the area in what seemed to be boredem. the great stallion halted before the mare and eyed her. "'ello. my name's Ziyadah. you wishin' to stay here?" Ziyadah's voice had a funny drawl in it today, like he was a drunken cowboy. minus the drunken, if you must. normally, the stallion's voice was... well, in the middle of high and low. it was a regular male's voice. not deep, not high. Ziyadah's head was held high, his ears pricked forward. despite his drawling words, he was and looked like a perfectly healthy horse, alert, extremely strong, and fast as anything. Ziyadah was sure that he could bet any horse anything that he was the fastest horse in this valley - with the most stamina, too - and win that prize. easily. he wasn't aware of this, but his heart was much larger than the average horse heart... about 15 or 16 pounds. that gave him his great stamina. and his croup was higher than his withers, which gave him power so his strides were long and fast. plus, the stallion had a great height. that also helped. Ziyadah flicked his tail patiently, scattering the evil little blood-suckers that were bold and stupid enough to just touch him. they were foolish to bite and suck the blood of a king like himself. it was downright idiotic.

Fauve

Fauve loped lazily into the scene, cutting up short and shying a little at the newcomer. She gave a little bow to Ziyadah and came almost to his shoulder, eyeing this new one with unease. She didn't know how to trust this one. Something about this newcomer unsettled her. She remained tense and guarded, ready to fight if things got rough.

Thundering Mist

The sun had risen to its thrown high in the atmospheric arch, pelting down its unforgiving rays directly at anything on the ground. I stood under its harsh light for awhile. My canvas was heating up, its colour a sleek dark bay that looked glossy in the light. A light breeze tugged and pulled at my charcoal tresses, sending them sprawling all over my canvas. My hock kisser swayed this way and that, sending the bugs flying.

I watched your frame make its way towards me. Obviously I'm interesting enough for you to finally arrive. Your words wash over me, wishing to stay??? No not really. Will rule??? Yes in time. Before I could voice my reply a shrimp came and all but hid behind you.

My gaze roved over the shortened fem. You held no interest so I completely dismissed you from my thoughts. My gaze went back to the leader.

I wish to stay for now any way. My name is Thundering Mist

Fauve

Seeing the other's complete dismissal of her, Fauve stepped forward a little, making it clear that suspicion, not fear, kept her back. She had learned to be careful, but she WOULD NOT be passed over. Her left ear flicked in annoyance and distrust, though she made no actively aggressive moves.

Xanabar

the ebonite titan's auditives flicked back slightly as he heard Fauve. a low whicker greeted her. Ziyadah eyed Thundering Mist carefully. mahogany chasms scrutinized her intently. the bruje' needed more members for his cadre. two would build to three, which would build to four, which would build to ten. Ziyadah gave a short bob of his head. "welcome." obsidian demon turned briskly. long, sturdy appendages carried the elegant chassis towards the stallion's favorite spot - a small ridge that overlooked the area where his harem members grazed. Ziyadah stood prefectly still. his globes were still watching the new member. he would see how she got along with Al Sheratan and Fauve.

Fauve

Still eyeing the femme suspiciously, she moved forward to see what Ziyadah was looking at. She moved with a fluid grace, like the wind blowing to ripple the water. She kept her body half-turned, still watching the other with scrutiny written plainly on her features. She was not an emotional sort, but by heaven mightn't she have pride? And from whence had this one come, and why? Bay mare watched and waited, silently.

Thundering Mist

My oculars followed the path of the brute as he moved towards a well trampled spot, obviously one he favours. Then the movement of his shadow, a scrawny looking thing, followed suit. Mentally I rolled my eyes.

The masculine's word reached my hearing... welcome... welcome to what?? I could only scent two other fems, and one was before me. Neither had a dominate aroma that one would expect of a resident alpha fem... perhaps there was non. A pity, I always enjoy taking over something.

My gaze once again went to the pair, just what type of a greeting is this? He didn't even ask what my business was here... or even my name... Oh well, I barely even give any information even if I am asked.