| DESCRIPTION |
| The Pine Barrens is one of the only regions not ruled over, and is thus safe for those who have no herd to protect them. Anyone can come here and it is a popular place to find a home. The land is flat and the grass is short and very green. Pine trees are growing in perfect lines as far as your eye can see. The sun is nearly blotted out by the cloud-reaching tree tops. This land is used for "claiming". To "claim" someone you must convince them to go with you, there is no force involved. You can try to force them but they can fight back and refuse you. |
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Posted on July 12, 2009 at 01:24:41 PM by v e n d i n i
hide your head in the sand little girl catch you with another man that's the end well you know that I'm a wicked guy and I was born with a jealous mind and I can't spend my whole life trying just to make you toe the line let this be a sermon I mean everything I've said baby, I'm determined and I'd rather see you dead I'd rather see you dead, little girl than to be with another man you better keep your head, little girl or you won't know where I am - The Beatles, "run for your life" The reception as I moved near to her again had been stiff, a clear indication that she was still very much on edge, yet she didn’t jump back or make any attempt to avoid my touch as I reached out to brush her muzzle. The fact that the contact ended there seems to have reassured her and the slow expulsion of breath along with the slight relaxation of the muscles in her neck show her appreciation and acceptance of my restraint. At least she is not running from me but will she follow? This is the question still going through my mind as I stand at the trail head all my impatience seeping to the surface. My pawing hoof seems to have brought her to a decisive state and while I am not sure what considerations have been chasing each other through her mind it appears that the decision fell in my favor. Tossing her head just once she advances haltingly in my direction but with each step her strides gain surety, confidence and I venture to say comfort. A springiness begins to show in those movements as if she were preparing to leap forward and take the lead from me, of course she doesn’t know where we are going so that won’t do but it does look as if she is having as much trouble holding back as I am. Finally I can stand it no longer, deciding to gamble on the assumption that she has chosen to accompany me home I give a last snort of encouragement and charge off down the trail. 
Call me VENDINI for that is my name. Know that my 16.0hh, SORREL ROAN coated person is something to be reckoned with. Trust the self confidence in my MASCULINE posture for SIX years have taught me much. My breeding is unrecognizable yet clearly WARMBLOOD TYPE. You will hear no voice from me for I lost it young and am now a MUTE. My father and mother have long since faded from conscious memory. Look for me in the TUNDRA for it is there I stand as KING at the side of queen ESTHER with --- named as the others under my protection. Trace my blood down to |
OOC: it sounded like she’d decided to follow so I posted here and in the Tundra, you can reply here and there or just skip straight to there if you want…let me know if you weren’t ready to move on yet.
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