Post by Sacoorah on Mar 7, 2015 18:55:22 GMT
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Shadows and darkness, that was where he belonged, the Grullo dyed, three year old, sixteen point three hand, Lusitano, Trakhner cross stallion glanced upward toward the gloominess overhead, his pale tawny voids taking on a playful light, the only marks giving away his presence being the tiny white splash on his forehead and the tiny little hook of white on the right side of his muzzle, but even the white splash on his forehead could be hidden away by his ebony forelock. Jametari chuckled darkly to himself. Yes he was one with the darkness and shadows.
Dropping his regal skull once more, James started forward moving effortlessly from shadow to shadow and when he paused again, his pale tawny brown voids fell upon another handsomely dark beast. A Morgan by his looks, but he looked so confused and a laugh slipped free of his muzzle as James stepped toward the other stag from the shadows. "Well, well, well, that is not the look I would expect to see upon the mug of the High King of Fragmentation. I would think that he'd know every nook and cranny of his homelands by now."
James teased as he stepped fully into view, nape elegantly arched and skull held proudly at the apex of the arch as he locked his pale tawny brown voids on the dark brown ones of the other hunter. "I'm not even a High King and I know pretty much all of the lands around here. For instance, you're in Grimvully Hold right now, it's the dark outskirts of Fragmentation where the thieves and criminals and w**res reside. Name's Jametari. James if you're lucky enough to push your way into my shields." James told the other hunter as he stood proudly before him.
If this other ebony hunter was smart enough, he'd see that James himself was made to be a leader but James could care less about all of that, he may have the makings of a leader but he didn't want all of that responsibility on his shoulders, and he didn't want all those eyes looking to him for guidance. No, James was perfectly happy to hold a lower rank, be a guard of some kind or whatever and just be himself, hanging out in the shadows, being the flirt he always had been...speaking of which...James' pale tawny brown pools took in the other hunter's looks. He was quite sexy really. A smirk found its way to his muzzle as his harks pointed toward the other waiting.
Word Count: 433
"Speaking"
Listening
Notes: @snowy hehehehehehehe. What a way for James and Ra'Zac to meet huh? James' appearance here reminded me of Scar in Lion King after the Hyena's failed to kill Simba. Lol.
Shadows and darkness, that was where he belonged, the Grullo dyed, three year old, sixteen point three hand, Lusitano, Trakhner cross stallion glanced upward toward the gloominess overhead, his pale tawny voids taking on a playful light, the only marks giving away his presence being the tiny white splash on his forehead and the tiny little hook of white on the right side of his muzzle, but even the white splash on his forehead could be hidden away by his ebony forelock. Jametari chuckled darkly to himself. Yes he was one with the darkness and shadows.
Dropping his regal skull once more, James started forward moving effortlessly from shadow to shadow and when he paused again, his pale tawny brown voids fell upon another handsomely dark beast. A Morgan by his looks, but he looked so confused and a laugh slipped free of his muzzle as James stepped toward the other stag from the shadows. "Well, well, well, that is not the look I would expect to see upon the mug of the High King of Fragmentation. I would think that he'd know every nook and cranny of his homelands by now."
James teased as he stepped fully into view, nape elegantly arched and skull held proudly at the apex of the arch as he locked his pale tawny brown voids on the dark brown ones of the other hunter. "I'm not even a High King and I know pretty much all of the lands around here. For instance, you're in Grimvully Hold right now, it's the dark outskirts of Fragmentation where the thieves and criminals and w**res reside. Name's Jametari. James if you're lucky enough to push your way into my shields." James told the other hunter as he stood proudly before him.
If this other ebony hunter was smart enough, he'd see that James himself was made to be a leader but James could care less about all of that, he may have the makings of a leader but he didn't want all of that responsibility on his shoulders, and he didn't want all those eyes looking to him for guidance. No, James was perfectly happy to hold a lower rank, be a guard of some kind or whatever and just be himself, hanging out in the shadows, being the flirt he always had been...speaking of which...James' pale tawny brown pools took in the other hunter's looks. He was quite sexy really. A smirk found its way to his muzzle as his harks pointed toward the other waiting.
Word Count: 433
"Speaking"
Listening
Notes: @snowy hehehehehehehe. What a way for James and Ra'Zac to meet huh? James' appearance here reminded me of Scar in Lion King after the Hyena's failed to kill Simba. Lol.
