Getting Started

[Vlaasica]

Pierce snaked through the boundaries of the Stone Gates of Vale, moving on the rough terrain with ease. It was almost exactly how he remembered it, however, it was less overgrown and unkempt than most of the other territories he'd encountered since he'd returned. That could only mean one thing: someone had claimed pop's old territory. The young stallion sneered and his ears pinned back on either side of his mohawk-type mane. His maw dipped to the ground as it began working overtime, his olfactory senses as keen as a canine's. Come out, come out, wherever you are. He called into the forests and vegitation.

This land was rightfully his, seeing as how he was the first born to the nasty stallion who previously lived here. Everyone knew that, who would dare defy that birthright? Something prickled on the back of his neck as he worried about those old tales of a grey ghost somewhere in the mists. Only a bedtime story, he told himself, and that 'ghost' was probably long since dead. They didn't have "mists" here anyway. He snorted to himself and suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. He picked up on a particularly familiar smell, and he laughed out loud.

Bolero? Is that you? Sly bastard. He called out, moving more confidently forward now. He didn't care if his little brother had taken over their father's throne. Hell, he would probably even share the ruling with Pierce... Blood is thicker than water right? As far as testosterone, however, this could probably end badly.

This post has been edited by Vlaasica on Jun 3 2009, 01:43 PM

[Kayleigh]

It was pure paradise. Bolero could now see why his great father adored the Vale so much, perfect for keeping mares safe and secure, but wild enough to sate his lust for adventure. Great mountains loomed up beside him, never seen by equine eyes, though in the valley he remembered how his mother and the other mares had used to graze peacefully under Slit's rule and the rule of the great Asp. That was long ago, when he had been a mere suckling at his mother's side, though she was long gone now and he was in his prime. And boy did he feel like it. He would do his mother proud, his God proud, but most importantly, serve justice to his father. He would show the world that one of Slit's heirs could hold his head high for his race.

Bolero sprang down from his rock, hocks bent slightly to break the fall. He snorted, tossing his fine silver mane to one side, his vivid blue eyes gazing around his lands. His empty lands. He had seen no other Asps, yet there was the smell of an old grey stallion nearby. Bolero flattened his faintly striped ears at the thought of his old man's nemesis creeping up with him. He prided himself with the fact he could challenge the grey to a fight any day and win, but with the mares...Slit was not famous for his manners. Yet his son was much better looking than the Zorse, with the fine staturesque-like Arab build, his coat grey like his dam's but on his belly, legs and chest there were the markings of a Zebra. With his bright blue eyes, he was a stunner. Though his marbled coat had a bluish tinge to it, as opposed to his mother's more rosy complexion, which gave off the impression that this Asp was here to do business.

A foreign smell entered his nares, from the entrance of his home. A masculine one. Who dared enter his lands? There were no mares here to fight over, obviously this colt needed to be taught a lesson. The stallion screamed out his answer, his elegant ears pinned firmly towards his skull as he shot off into a full on gallop. His marble tail streamed out behind him as he rapidly approached the newcomer's direction despite his small size. It was the cocky, sneering voice that made him pull up short, one that had recognised well. Pierce.

The two were both Slit's heirs, although technically Pierce got first dibs on what he wanted, since he was the oldest. Then again, Bolero was here first, but he was curious. This was the land they both had an attachement to, so it was natural that Pierce would come here immediatly. The stallion slowed to a walk, his crest arched out as he approached his brother. The dun was the only equine to contend with Bolero's beauty easily, with his pure coat colour and his magnificent, primeval appearance. His ears pricked forwards now in the sight of his brother, and unexpectedly, a fondness for the other stallion swept over him.

Sly, but not stupid. Pierce. Bolero shot back, halting in front of his brother and nodding his colourless head to him. A grin broke out over his features. He had never expected to see any of his family again, his mother gone and Slit vanished into the depths of the unknown, let alone a brother. He chuckled lowly. How have you been? He asked, flicking the rebel flies from his striped flanks with his tail.

[Vlaasica]

Pierce let out a slick laugh, the sound almost going unnoticed. He pranced in place only momentarily, looking up at his handsome brother once more. I propose we live here as equals then, as it is mine by blood and yours by first claim. Only fair, don’t you believe? He smiled, looking around the vastness that surrounded them. Aspish territories were not known for their size, but neither were the small followers of the minute god. Pierce saw plenty of room around them to fill with mares. He could see himself dragging up a few leggy ponies for a good time, he was sure his brother would prefer the intelligent over the beautiful. Fair enough, at least they wouldn’t quarrel.

So, not much has changed of late, I can see. My travels have taken me great distances, and my dear mother has long since passed. Asp rest her soul. His nares flared for a moment and he asked thoughtfully, And father, he’s gone as well? Just the two of us I suppose.

xx. unfinished.
xx. pierce… rambles.