Propane Nightmares [Open]

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She did it, she had managed to make it out of Wild Equines without any hesitation. Throughout her ten years of life that had been her only home, she had made rather important ties there and had discovered things about herself that she had never known before. In a way she owed that terrain for mostly everything she had become today, but all good things must come to an end eventually. Lecter was becoming bored with the same old routine everyday. She wanted something new, something exciting! The Surgeon hadn't held her back from leaving, not even one bit. Perhaps she should have been bothered by that fact considering they had been romantically involved for quite some time, but Lecter wouldn't allow herself to feel such foolish emotions. Even as a young child she had always remained a prim and proper lady, but a morbid one at that. Curled flaxen tassels whipped around her in the breeze, her yellow occuli blazing with curiosity as she made her way across the lands. It was thrilling, discovering a new place such as this. But she wasn't alone, she knew that was a fact. There were scents of other equines here which is what she had been hoping for, but she had yet to see another. Her auditories flicked atop her finely chiseled skull, her ebony dipped appendages carrying her at a smooth pace. Lecter was a very good looking wench, she always had been. Her silver buckskin hide was hard to come by, and the black points on her body added that final touch. Her mane and tail were curly and wild, making her come off as exotic and untouched. Her yellow orbs were the final piece to the puzzle, dazzling anyone she happened to look at and luring them in immediately. Sometimes it was almost too easy to get others to fall for her, sometimes she wanted a challenge, and today would be no different. She liked the idea of having to search for others, it was enticing! For so long she had been easily grabbing others because they were all there for her. But now? This land was empty, and the few equines that were here were no where to be seen. If they wanted to play hide and seek she would play, but she would play much harder then them.

Lecter is the epitome of poised and she knows how to work the system. Pulling her legs up high she danced forward, her limbs striking the ground with ease. Her gait swallowed the ground and her skull was raised high. She would have been the perfect dressage horse had she lived in captivity. Nostrils flared wide as she exhaled with a snort, her yellow orbs scanning the horizon. It seemed she was in the more sinister side of things. That would explain why she hadn't seen anyone out here. There was nothing to be afraid of but fear itself. Her tail swiped against her haunches as she moved into a trot, her nares still spread wide in case someone would happen upon her path. Even though the sun was out it was still dreary here. A thin layer of fog covered the ground making it difficult to see at first. Lecter wasn't worried, she knew how to defend herself and she loved the sight of blood anyways. Pulling to an immediate halt she lifted her skull high, her Paso Fino bloodlines clearly seen in the structure of her face. She listened to the eerie silence around her and a chill crept up her spine. Someone was out there, she knew it. As the moments continued to tick by she waited, knowing they would show themselves eventually.





notes• open to all! Come meet my girl Lecter ;]
tagged• ---
muse• decent
word count• 694.
status• complete.

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It was dark here and the Grullo hunter could easily hide out in them.  In fact, that is what Jametari was doing right now, he was in the shadows of an overhang.  It was soon after he had shifted in the cool shadows that his pale tawny pools landed on a pretty welcome sight.  The hunter watched as the pretty silver buckskin drew nearer and nearer to the overhang beneath which he was hiding.  Smirking, the Grullo hunter stepped into view behind the pretty mare.  

"You shouldn't be out here by yourself sweetheart, you never know what dangers might be lurking in the shadows..." Jametari murmured as he moved so he wasn't lurking behind the mare, though the view was not unsatisfying, but Jametari wanted to see the view from another angle, what was there to this pretty silver buckskin princess?  What color were her eyes, what other markings marred her pretty frame?  Jametari chuckled to himself as he passed by her and then halted before her.  

His pale tawny pools locked with her pretty yellow ones.  "My name's Jametari princess.  What's yours?"  He asked, a cute boyish smile laying claim to his dark muzzle as he allowed his pools to drift over her pretty frame.  She was tall, just slightly over his own sixteen point three hand height, and she was pretty.  Jametari liked the looks of her.  His boyish smile turned into a roguish smirk and he held his skull well for his Spanish lines.  His slightly wavy tresses dancing along his nape for a moment before his forelock shifted sexily over his left pool as his dark harks remained pointed toward the huntress as he waited for her response.  



Word Count: 286 
Notes: нorѕeнυggr♥ heheheeh, I figured this was a good time for Jametari to make himself known.