C.urious [Open]

[A®gento]

Obsidian stuck to the shade, mane casually cascaded down her define nape and her dial rose slightly above her withers. Auds erect upon her skull and nostrils a flare with new and defiant smells, what was once taken as intake a snort was release more of a subtle warning. Black hue of a pelt refused to shine in the shadows as careful steps of a trot were taken through the brush, greed bound branches snagged her abused hide. An abrupt stop as her rump swung toward her western side to face the more open territory, nape coiled sharply into a rather elegant arch. Auds laced back against her skull, occuli of dark hazel rolled back momentarily with an abrupt warning for equine to keep bound from her or to at least keep their distance. Obsidian had very little tolerance as she learned from brother and her own Sire, petite yet bold enough to hold her own. Not easily startled and easily agitated.

Obsidian’s muscles flexed beneath a now slightly reflective pelt of what dull sun found its way through an overcast sky. Flag of a tail aroused slightly while he stride broke from its walk to a jolty trot, dial remained further up form her withers while her nape remained coiled in its arch. Abruptly her dial jerked forward, uprooting the once rhythmically draped dreads into a chaos and tangled web of black that surrounded her pinned auds. Her attention clearly about her, muscles taught as they flinched with every awkward movement, ready to come to her own defense or to perhaps pose a threat to an intruder, either way, she was surely a Westen bred mare.

[ღ Carhartt ღ]

X.x.X Atmosphere was musty with heat as the heavens were rather clear with little clouds within the bright aquatic hue the heavens possessed. The breeze was dead as nothing rustled with life within the forestry as the only sounds were fowl and a small stream trickling with Rainbow Trout fighting the current within the clear crisped aqua. The forestry seemed rather life filled today, something Kleptonio hated. Life itself was a pregnant dog, at least in his blood thirty optics, so intimidating. Kleptonio was slowly taking step forth worth in a walking pace just roaming around the realms besides the Nördlich or the Östlich realms. If he did he never knew what he might do—Kill… Well he knew but he needed to keep himself for cause an abrupt out break of the war that was already growing into a huge conflict. Kleptonio’s mind was wandering about life actually and where he was headed. He was thinking about Tonstalotion. If he should turn on the Soth at the last minute or him and his brother both rule over all the corners and spilt it in half and they could still be alliance. Kleptonio was positive the Westen and Soth would conquer Nördlich and Östlich because they were absolute push overs and I mean just look at Kleptonio. He was huge, his whithers stood at 16.3 and he was still growing—hell he looked like he took steroids.

X.x.X Slowly Kleptonio kept the slow pace as his lengthy whipcord that was gleaming with lustrous manner to the dreads that was flowing in the dead breeze as he held his whipcord high in pride, he had every right to. He took confident and long stride of a walk with his over sized pistons that pressed the soil down a good inch every stepped he took. Scullery held high in a proud manner as his nape was arched perfectly with his brawns bulged. Muscles rippled beneath his ebony kissed belt with each steep he took. Nose flared quickly as he took in any scent that was any threat, though he feared none. As his pistons struck the moist soil leaving tracks behind he softly let a sigh surpass his nostrils in dismay of boredom. He knew he should be head back to the Westen realms; he most defiantly was NOT looking for a fea as he could careless about them. He was unique. He didn’t want a fea along side of him—he wanted him, he, and himself and that was that.

X.x.X Suddenly his nostrils flared and his came to a sudden stop. His pelt twitched as muscles urged him to make a move as his optics widened with their deep maroon hued color. Picking up his over sized piston he stood not moving a single bone though his muscled twitched beneath his pelt just urging him to move. Letting a loud snort he softly tossed his scullery as the long and lengthy banner followed as it was long past his nape and his long ebony forelock slapped the tips of his maw. His optics landed upon, a fea. Rolling his optics he kept walking by. Every equine knew of him as most feared him—good. He walked past the fea without caring as he heard her break into a second beat not glancing at her. Slowly his over sized bodice made its way to the aqua of a stream the flowed. Dipping his maw to it he softly sucked it up to sooth his parched vox as he forelock touched the top of the aqua soaking it along with his banner. Kleptonio could careless of this fea—he was not looking for the bull shit called, ‘love’.