All [H.]ands -Claim-

[//.Jigsaw.\\]

Fiddler's Green

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The dark of night, the stars were bright, and the moon, half of it's normal glory, shone down upon the dry and apparently dead land, her emotions cold and uncaring as her children of night went about their lives. Under the cool, darkness of night, a mammalian ship made it's way though the dry land that was the world. Small 'puffs' of dust, or dirt more like it, were sent up with every step taken by the large beast that made it's way through. From a distance, if you possessed night vision, the most you could make out of the hulking equine, would be his patched coat, the white nearly a beacon in the dead of night. As he approached, the white speckled and darkened with dirt and dust, the black patches that made up the rest of him would become visible to you. His pace was unhurried, though if it was because he thought no threat to him was here, or because he was a fool, it was not known. Small lizards, snakes and the occasional burrowing owl, watched on, wary of this new creature. If you were to take on the form of a fly, or a small creature, as to get close enough to the brute without spooking him, you could follow his story much easier. Though, should you do this, let it be known that you won't be able to leave his world for quite awhile. Going aboard anyway? Very well, I wish you the best of luck.

Humming under his breath, the feathered feat stepping to the deep tone that rumbled from him. Occasionally, he would mutter a phrase under his breath, as if he were singing a song to himself, one that was quite possibly only known to himself. To most, his pure bulk would be a deterring thing, but as he mouthed the words to himself, the glint of fangs could be seen every now and then. As to why the painted giant was meandering the ivory sands, was a mystery, to anyone not himself, or to anyone without a thought in their skull. It was night, it was cool, it was the perfect time to travel. Light violet eyes scanned the darkened area around him, ears flicking this way and that, his calm collection, more of a suave bravado than anything else. As he continued, he stepped into the shadow of one of the sparse trees of the place, and this caught his attention. Stopping, the stallion looked back over his shoulder. A smirk tugged his lips, his bass voice rumbling up for a moment, "..Some are alive..."Again his voice trailed off into a hum, odd eyes assessing the situation, a keen cleverness glinting in the gems.

Snorting, the piebald stallion tossed his head, flicking his forelock out of his eyes, pondering. He had yet to scent or seen and fresh signs of equines, anyone he would have to beat the crap out of to take this land. An amused twitch of his ears as that thought passed, and he chuckled, the sound like distant thunder. Beat them, indeed, he would if need be. As it was, it didn't seem like such an issue at the moment. Home is where the heart is, and currently his heart was a' missin'. With a nod for himself, one of the stallion's feathered hooves lifted as the painted leg lifted, before snapping back to it's straighter position. The sound was a muffled, 'thump!' but the stallion soon made more noise than that. A bugling call rang through the territory, sending small creatures back to their homes, to causing them to pause in their doings. The bass voice rang out again, this time with purpose, one that could not be missed, no matter how dense you were, "Heed my call! I claim this land to be my own. Should you have a problem with this, seek me out, Fiddler's Green." As the last of the echoes faded, the stallion arched his monochromed neck, taking a good look out into the night. Perhaps his heart was here, or maybe not. Who knew. Humming again, the stallion started on his way again, walking to a beat only he could hear.

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Oh dear, it's Fiddler's Green. He's in a Cheerful mood. The word count is 784

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[!COUNTRY GIRL!]

Spyridoula

The night was such a fabulous thing. The darkness did it's best to conceal the creatures that roamed about at the time although the moon faught to expose them. It seemed to be a battle between the two, the darkness of night and the moonlight. There was nothing that could hide the creatures from the rays. There was little trees, little shelter from the moon or the sun. Another reason the night was a beautiful thing. The sun's hot rays weren't beating down on the earth and wasn't making the sands hot. The land was pretty much dead, abandoned from all life. Well not all life was gone from this land. The land hear was filled with scaly creatures that were called lizards. Snakes also slithered across the lands and some small desert mice. Other then that there was no other signs of life. An annoyed snort was blasted through her nostrils as one of the lizards scurried across her white feathered hooves. Her massive head bent down fallowing the creature as it scurried to it's burrow. Massive hooves lifted into the air as she moved her form forward, acting as if she wanted to eat the thing.

As it dissappeared into the earth she snorted again lashing her feathered black tail across her peppered rump. Once again she was struck with the horrible curse of being bored. Lifting her head she glanced around through the darkness, her midnight blue eyes seeing perfectly as if it were daylight. Her black ears shot up as something caught her eye. The glint of relief, a small body of water that the desert held to keep it's victems alive. Moving forward at a trot, her massive hooves were muffled by the soft sand. For any who could see in the dark she would be easy to spot, her peppered body not easily hidden by the darkness. Nearing the water she slowed and dipped her pale face to the water. Gulping it down as if she was dieing of thirst. Then she lifted her head, midnight blue eyes staring at the reflection in the water. Glaring at the creature staring back at her and pullling her lips back to expose her teeth and her long sharp fangs. "You stupid, ugly bitch," she hissed lashing her tail over her flank again. She could see the little imperfections, the scars that marked her body.

You couldn't see them unless you were up close, but the beast was convinced that she was ugly, that her body was undesired by others. She bashed herself, putting herself down because of this false image she had created in her mind. Truth was she was rather beautiful, for someone who thrived on the darker side of life. Her body was different, instead of a dark array it was marked with white, grey, and black. The grey and Black make a peppering effect all over her body. While her mane and tail were black her feathered hooves and her small beard was pure white. A magnificent beast, but it was sad to see that she had no confidence in herself. She had been beat down over the years and this is what it made her. Lifting her hoof she lashed out at the water, the rippleing getting rid of the ugly creature that stared back at her. A small squeal came from her and she reared as water lashed up into her face, fighting back to her small attack. Throwing her head and landing with all four hooves in the sands.

She glared at the water snorting again before something else drew her attention. Lifting her head she heard a loud call that filled the dead, dry territorry. By the deep vocals she could tell that it was a large stag. Staring through the darkness, she couldn't find him. He had to have been far from her location. Problem was he was claiming the territorry that she was currently residing in. She always loved to be around stags, especialy if they took a liking to her. Whipping her tail against her skin once more the massive mare listened to the last bits of his call waiting till he was finished and silence fell onto the dead earth again. Snorting she lowered her head rupping her muzzle against the side of her leg. She knew she should at least let the stag know of her presence it didn't mean she had to approach him. She wasn't feeling all that social, although she was cursed with being bored. Soon she let a long and loud scream into the air. It was more higher pitched then his. Just to let him know that she was here on his territorry, whether he wanted to be social or not that was up to him.

[//.Jigsaw.\\]

Fiddler's Green

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The scream that tore the night open gutting it of it's pleasurable silence, echoed in the ears of the beast. Head lifted, ears pricked with interest. A scream like that, reaching such a pitch. It was no stallion that screamed that, and it was no challenge. With a grunt the male lowered back to it's normal height, turning to walk in the opposite direction, taking no more than a few steps. Stopping, just outside of the tree's reach, he looked back over his shoulder, violet eyes narrowed in annoyance at himself. He didn't like other horses. He didn't, it just wasn't his thing, and here he was resisting the urge to investigate. A black streaked tail slashed at his flanks, the coarse threads stinging slightly. Turning properly, the piebald stallion started off at a trot, skimming across the ground. Ears pricked, violet eyes keen, and teeth gritted in irritation at himself, the white feathers of his legs, though they were no where as long as a pure draft horse's, were long enough to give his movement an interesting and attractive flow.

The scream didn't sound to far off, but in a flat and open land such as this, one can't simply rely on the sounds of things, for it travels so very easily. As it was, it took him the better half of an hour to reach the point, where the faint figure of another equine could be seen. His humming had all but stopped, from the moment he had heard the call, and such a call had sent a thrill through him. The closer he got, and slower he became, until his steps had taken on the normal walk for any equine of good health in the legs. As he came to a stop, on the opposite side of the watering hole, his violet eyes drank in the site of the mare across from him. Though he couldn't see the mare as well as she could see him, though he didn't know that at the time, he still dipped his head politely, before lowering it to the surface of the water, drinking down a few swallows before lifting his dripping muzzle from the surface. The water, once it had calmed down from being disturbed yet again, reflected the sky, in all it's brilliance, like a mirror. It also showed the stallion, his violet eyes lifted from the water, to once again take a better look at her.

Her coloring wasn't familiar with, he hadn't seen it too often. With a grunt as he shifted his weight to another leg, his bass voice broke the relative silence. " Evening. I'm assuming you're the one who called, and I know I'm the one who answered. Just who are you, though?" There were no hints of malice, or anger in the sound, but it did hold a bit of warning to whoever thought they could mess with him and get away with it. One ear switched to listen behind him, before righting itself again, locking on the mare. She was large, at least as big as himself, if not bigger, and her finely feathered legs were visible enough to give him a reference point at to which to talk to. with a shake of his head, the forelock was once again knocked out of his eyes, giving him a view that wasn't obstructed by the sight of long strands of his multicolored forelock. Taking a half step to the side, as if to move closer to her, he continued on, breaking the awkward silence that had collapsed between the two massive equines. " My name is Fiddler's Green. Feel free to call me Green or Fiddler." No more, no less, did he speak, though for a moment, his mind did go back to the song he had been humming. Though, he refrained from continuing it out loud.
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Oh dear, it's Fiddler's Green. He's in a Cautious/Interested mood. The word count is 738

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