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piltover - Colosseum - December 05, 2024
calling all my horse ladies
the towering stallion moved with purpose, his powerful hooves pressing into the soft earth as he descended into the valley. his coat gleamed like tempered steel under the midday sun, the long strands of his mane brushing against his broad neck.colosseum paused, nostrils flaring as a faint scent drifted toward him—feminine, enticing, and unmistakably present. his ears swiveled forward, catching the possibility of more than one mare lingering nearby. with a deep breath, he threw his head back and released a commanding whinny, the sound echoing across the open expanse, a bold announcement of his arrival.
RE: piltover - Fancy - December 05, 2024
Frost-laced whiskers danced and bobbed as the sorrel made lifted her head. Her breath caught in her throat, smothering the soft grunt of surprise. Nostrils flared and pinched as breath was drawn, and then expelled in a smoky little cloud as she snorted. She touched her muzzle to Selenia’s withers, feeling the icicle whiskers crunch.
Wonder what this one’ll be like,She commented, but she kept her skepticism in check. With their sides beginning to bulge, they would be in need of more protecting with each passing month. The laws of their kind would have them accept the stallion regardless of his nature. Her braying call would lead him in their direction.
RE: piltover - Selenia - December 05, 2024
her head lifted swiftly, and her gaze with fancy was unsure. plucking gently at her friend's forelock, selenia nodded.
ears quivered as the call rose up, up over the hollow.
she was nervous, protective of the life within, but she had faith in fancy's assessment, and waited in peaceful silence for the stallion to arrive.
ears quivered as the call rose up, up over the hollow.
she was nervous, protective of the life within, but she had faith in fancy's assessment, and waited in peaceful silence for the stallion to arrive.
RE: piltover - Blue Mist - December 05, 2024
overhead blue mist wings
across a vast expanse of tired grey plains
his arrow outline a darting shadow below
a whinny! he arcs the air
and comes fast for the fleeting stallion
surveying him with disdain only birds can conjure.
a hulking thing! he returns to his girls
his girls! with displeased whistles
and a series of aggravated clacks.
RE: piltover - Uzumati - December 05, 2024
Alexa play Ironside by Quincy Jones
a whinny thundered across the desert, answered by the gentle bray of a mare. uzumati’s ears prick. his lips curled in flemen response; measuring the wind, the band’s health, the irritating presence of a stallion.
recently ousted from his own band and sorely needing to refuel his ego, uzumati moved. his hooves churned gravel; the slow loping of his body over prairie.
in short order he found the stallion first; a low whicker rumbling from his muzzle as he approached in posturing machismo.
first the flagged tail and virile arch of his thick neck; the sclera of his eyes exposed and muzzle in a taut line.
then the swag of his snapping hocks and powerful spanish walk; all bravado with the hint of violence lurking underneath.
he just needed to get close first, and show this man a proper tango.
RE: piltover - Colosseum - December 05, 2024
colosseum's nostrils flared as the mare's bray cut through the dry air, her scent lingering like a tantalizing whisper on the breeze. his thick neck arched, muscles rippling beneath his stormy coat as he turned towards her call. but before he could take another step, another sound rolled across the valley—the guttural call of a stallion. his ears pivoted, his head snapping toward the source, the promise of challenge sparking in his dark eyes.
the shift in his posture was immediate. his tail flagged high, a banner of dominance, as he wheeled to face the interloper. his hooves struck the ground with force, his powerful body coiling like a spring as a deep snort burst from his flared nostrils, sending a cloud of dust spiraling upward.
he advanced with measured steps, each one heavy with intent. his lips peeled back in a flehmen response, teeth bared as his muzzle wrinkled. his neck arched, corded with tension, his ears pinned flat against his skull as the tension between them thickened. colosseum's stride quickened, his hocks snapping with exaggerated flair, each step a defiant proclamation.
the distance between them shrank, and colosseum came to a sudden, stamping halt, his massive chest heaving as he pawed at the earth, his dark eyes locking onto the stallion's with a fire that refused to be ignored. this was no mere greeting; it was a gauntlet thrown, a wordless demand for respect—or submission.
RE: piltover - Fancy - December 05, 2024
They waited. Distant hoofbeats drummed the cold earth in a steady, rhythmic pattern- until the pattern was interrupted, and turned into a quiet cacophony. She listened for a moment to see if it was some trick of the hollow, but when she heard a low whicker, she bobbed her head.
A challenger.She noted, impressed that their herdmaster might have to fight for his role.
C’mon, let’s go watch,She said.
Better to be warmed up, anyway,She said with a roll of her eyes.
If the mares were in sight, the stallions might seek to push them around, direct them into a run as a means of flexing his ability to command a herd. She lowered her head, stretching her neck out into a long straight line before she shuddered violently, and licking her lips to free the tension from her jaw, she moved ahead, her knees popping quietly as she set herself into motion.
She halted for a moment.
No matter what,She breathed,
We don’t get separated.
It was a promise.
Then on, to take a place as a spectator.
RE: piltover - Selenia - December 05, 2024
another? neither mare was in season, indeed with the evidence of the last one swelling glossily at their flanks. selenia could scarcely believe it, staring at fancy and then at the place where stallions meant to clash.
"never," she murmured. even if the hierarchy of the band changed today, fancy would remain their lead mare.
tense, apprehensive, and yet curious, the buckskin mare moved to their gentle promontory, her liquid eyes settling on the man who had called and then his challenger, both prime creatures, both hardbound specimens of equine masculinity.
but only one would succeed here.
"never," she murmured. even if the hierarchy of the band changed today, fancy would remain their lead mare.
tense, apprehensive, and yet curious, the buckskin mare moved to their gentle promontory, her liquid eyes settling on the man who had called and then his challenger, both prime creatures, both hardbound specimens of equine masculinity.
but only one would succeed here.
RE: piltover - Blue Mist - December 05, 2024
hiss hiss hiss HISS HISSSSSS
blue wing announces with a rough landing
somewhere between selenia and fancy
he clucks as the two mares converse,
fanning grey wings to his thin sides
his long gaze turned towards the combatants.
ready
at any moment
to take to the skies.
RE: piltover - Uzumati - December 05, 2024
grey steel meets damascan bronze. uzumati sizes his opponent up, a haughty toss of his mane as they circle.
the mares are not yet visible, but he can smell them — and another irritating scent he’d be sure to take care of once his claim is secure.
somewhere nearby a bird is losing its shit.
big boy comes down like a juggernaut in front of uzumati. all tophat and no canter.
uzumati answers with a heavy thud of his own; gavel to stone, tail snapping to his flanks.
he presses forward, arching his neck to touch muzzles with his opponent; to drink in the smells of what he’s drank, eaten, and fucked in the last day.
his cylinder body all the while crowding the bachelor’s space with just enough room to suggest he’s ready to spin and kick at any moment.
RE: piltover - Colosseum - December 05, 2024
colosseum met the challenge with a violent thunder in his chest, nostrils flaring wide as he snorted, the sound deep and guttural. the opposing stallion's damascan bronze shimmered in the light, but it was no match for the steel-grey storm of colosseum's frame. his ears flattened, tail snapping with agitation as he began the slow, deliberate circle, his hooves carving crescents into the dirt.
his mane whipped like battle banners, a haughty toss of his head sending sweat scattering into the dry air. he pressed forward with juggernaut force, his massive body crowding the stallion’s space without hesitation. the faint scent of mares teased his senses, but his focus never wavered. dominance first. always.
their muzzles brushed briefly, colosseum drinking in the scent of his rival with a series of sharp snuffs and chuffs, the acrid taste of competition burning in his throat. the proximity was electric, his heaving chest brushing against the other as he stood firm, neck arched and muscles corded tight.
a sudden stomp, his forehoof cracking against the earth like thunder. he swung his massive frame with deceptive speed, his flank twisting just enough to suggest the threat of a kick, his hind legs coiling with restrained violence. the whites of his eyes flashed as he issued a deep, chuffing growl, daring the other to make the first mistake.
RE: piltover - Silverbirch - December 06, 2024
What even am I?The filly complained, as she caught sight of her reflection in a pond. She snorted and blew ripples across her image, waiting for a moment until the water stilled to look at herself again.
She’d been a bay. Then her fur, short and fuzzy with a hint of red from the summer’s touch, had fallen out and she’d turned a mottled, darker shade with some hint of grey in her undercoat. Now, with her winter coat growing in, she looked darker than ever.
Winterfox rubbed her dainty muzzle across Silverbirch’s rump, lifting the dark fur to reveal a shade of grey underneath. ”You’ll grey out when you get older, I’ve seen it before. Until then, you’ll just be a horse of a different colour every season.”
The elderly bay lowered her head to drink, her long, tangled dreads of a mane blocking her face from sight. Silverbirch studied her face for a moment, listening to the sucking slurping sounds as Winterfox drank, before she turned away.
She stomped one small, hard hoof and was about to decree her own ugliness when she heard a bugle in the distance. Winterfox lifted her head so abruptly that her tangled mane slapped her withers. A mate replied in the distance, causing Silverbirch’s dark withers to shudder.
That’s Fancy,She said.
My Mom’s probably with her,She said, stepping forward. Winterfox nudged her shoulder, and moved on ahead with the same faithful diligence that she had led the filly since she’d been found. Silverbirch had a suspicion that Winterfox would simply be glad to be rid of her, once she was reunited with her herd.
The sorrel and the palomino stood together and as soon as Silverbirch caught sight of them she piped out a happy call, frolicked sideways nearly clipping the ancient bay’s hocks with a flick of her hooves, and dashed toward them. The bay mare would heave a sigh and follow at a walk.
Mom!She called out, wondering momentarily if her mother might also think she looked odd- darkened with her winter coat, having lost the red-tinged foal fur.
She shied, though, and slid to a halt when the scene before became curious- and then curiouser still. The bird that stood among the mares was freaky looking- having never seen a heron up close, she was immediately taken aback at the sight of just how tall the bird was. And beyond the mares, stallions met in combat.
A nudge to her hindquarters from the old caretaker got her moving again, and she trotted the rest of the distance so she could reunite with her mother and lead mare, clacking her teeth together in a show of appeasement.
RE: piltover - Fancy - December 06, 2024
She watched the stallions with interest, flicking her tail when the heron hissed. She turned her head to land one dark eye upon the heron, noting its flared feathers.
This is our way.She murmured softly. The stallions would clash and battle. Most fights were over within a matter of minutes, and ended with one stud being chased away by the other.
She turned back to begin watching as the stallions brought their muzzles together. She instinctively flattened her ears, expecting to hear a squeal. The darker stallion bit and wheeled. Underneath her breath, Fancy uttered
Nail him!as she watched him prepare to kick out- he hesitated. She clicked her tongue.
A shrill whinney caused her to spook and jig sideways, staring back into the treeline only to see a stocky young horse making a beeline toward them, followed by a bay mare whose hips jutted beneath her worn pelt. She did not recognize Silverbirch until the weanling cried out for her mother.
Sweet Equus,She breathed, smiling faintly at the girl who had grown, and changed into a thick, dark winter pelt. She’d grown a hand or two at least in height- and had put on some weight.
She snorted, and whickered to the weanling, welcoming her to the herd. The bay hobbled behind- but Fancy was very much a sports fan, and while mother and daughter reunited and the stranger took her time to amble toward them, she had a fight to watch.
RE: piltover - Selenia - December 06, 2024
"hush now and watch," selenia rumbled in mild scold at the heron. if he wished to live among them and partake in the things disturbed by their hard hooves, he would mind.
her own ears pinned to see the stallions. while she was impressed by their quick pivots, the victor would round them up in summary fashion and they would lose the freedom she had started to enjoy in their hollow.
mom!
her head swung swiftly in surprise; at first she did not recognize the half-grown girl. "silverbirch!" selenia whickered, gait ungainly as she moved in eagerness to exchange breath with her daughter, to see where she had been and if she'd ailed while away. "it's so good to have you back!" eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into the yearling.
"welcome to our herd," selenia echoed a moment later for the newcomer, an old mare with surely much wisdom to impart. "you're just in time to see who our new band stallion will be."
her own ears pinned to see the stallions. while she was impressed by their quick pivots, the victor would round them up in summary fashion and they would lose the freedom she had started to enjoy in their hollow.
mom!
her head swung swiftly in surprise; at first she did not recognize the half-grown girl. "silverbirch!" selenia whickered, gait ungainly as she moved in eagerness to exchange breath with her daughter, to see where she had been and if she'd ailed while away. "it's so good to have you back!" eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into the yearling.
"welcome to our herd," selenia echoed a moment later for the newcomer, an old mare with surely much wisdom to impart. "you're just in time to see who our new band stallion will be."
RE: piltover - Winterfox - December 06, 2024
Can be a cameo, feel free to npc her going forward!
The filly raced go the gathered mares and Winterfox was left to amble after her. She listened to the huffing breaths and stomping hooves of the stallions, but she did not look up from her path until nearer to Silverbirch and the others.
At this point a small appraisal was made towards each mare; there was the mother who she greeted with a brush of whiskers, and there was another mare - one much more keyed-in to the fight. Winterfox had seen this enough times over many years, so the spectacle barely tugged at her attention.
She was more invested in Silverbirch.
It is good to see a reunion,she said ambiguously. Warmth flushed her cheeks, as much from the chill brought by winter as the warmth of the herd, gathered.
RE: piltover - Blue Mist - December 06, 2024
he jumps from one
absurdly reedish leg to the other;
they fight they clash they kick they!
so much physical contact!
bad!
he rests his slender beak to his thin throat
sussurating and reflecting how unnatural! how brutish!
the dance of his own species far more elegant
than the gritty punch-by-punch crucible of horses.
fuckin' horses.
he eyes the trotting foal and her geriatric counterpart
notes the soft eyes of both mares
and decides things are far safer from a distance.
with a grunt his broad wings beat down flurries of snow and grass
blue mist pivots north and circles; a disapproving shadow circling high above.
RE: piltover - Uzumati - December 06, 2024
kiss or kill distance, they call this --
uzumati's barrel trembles with excitement. they almost mirror each other. for each of his movements the crinian-steel steed parries. before long it will come blow to blow. kicks will be exchanged, new scars cutting up on old hides, and the smell of dust and blood comingling.
somewhere nearby the soft murmur of mares. not one scent or two but four now; his! his to claim if not for this irritating gnat at his side...
when the giant swerves his hind end (an act of total warfare in uzumati's eyes) towards him uzumati answers in the way his kind knows best.
he grunts as he brings he head below his knees in not one -- but two -- terrific double-barreled kicks. each hoof singing from under his muscular body like .50 caliber bullets from a howling chamber.
but he is not done. he backs up now to close the distance with his ears pinned and muzzle taut - neck inverted like a mule whipped too many times over cart; blowing, snorting, and waiting for the grey stallion to deliver his riposte.
RE: piltover - Colosseum - December 07, 2024
colosseum hardly flinched at the sting of the other stallion’s advance—a mere graze along his barrel, nothing more than an insult to his pride. his ears flattened against his thick neck, and the mighty stallion surged forward, his massive frame coiling like a spring.
when the time came, he unleashed it—a precise and devastating kick aimed with perfect instinct. his powerful hind legs aimed to strike the challenger’s jaw with a bone-shaking thud, a move as calculated as it was brutal
colosseum pivoted, his hooves digging into the ground as he rounded on his opponent. his nostrils flared wide, every breath hot and furious, and his mane whipped in the wind as he towered with an undeniable authority. the tension rippled through his muscles, a tangible warning that he was far from done.
y'call that a challenge?his snort carried a wordless, mocking disdain. his broad chest heaved, but his posture remained steady, solid as a mountain. dominance rolled off him like thunder as he eyed the other stallion coldly, ready for whatever feeble retaliation might come next.
RE: piltover - Silverbirch - December 09, 2024
I’m back, I’m back,She whickered softly as she greeted her mother, happy to be fawned over. To the bay mare, she turned, so that she might vouch for the kindly mare’s disposition.
This is Winterfox. She found me when I got separated me, Fed me and weaned me, but lookit how prime I am now that I’m Eatin’ grass, huh?She said, trotting in a circle to show her belly and hindquarters which had certainly filled out.
Great, dull, clacking sounds came from the stallions as they jousted, piquing the filly’s interest.
Do they fight to the death?She asked, deeply invested in this morbidly curious affair.
RE: piltover - Fancy - December 09, 2024
Fancy can be skipped until she is engaged <3
Fancy flicked an ear toward her herdmates, glad to hear that the filly had been weaned, but far more interested in the fight as it took place. She choked back a chortle when Silverbirch asked about the fight. The bay mare, as she saw it, was welcome to join them; she'd share words with the mare, but- later.
The appaloosa had swift, powerful kicks that could end a wolf with one strike. The grey stallion struck out for the blanket appaloosa's jaw with a move that made Fancy flare her nostrils. For Fancy, such violence was proof that they could defend the herd, and like any mare, she wanted the healthiest, most brutal stud to win. As it looked, currently, either had every chance of tipping the battle in their favour.
RE: piltover - Selenia - December 09, 2024
same w selenia <3
it was with a sense of failure that selenia continued to pull any tangles from silverbirch's mane, glancing toward winterfox with a deep gratitude in her eyes. "thanks for tending her. i was —"
enough then. gaze recaptured the warring stallions, skin shuddering as the buckskin drank in fancy's focus upon the stallions.
her foal shifted.
"sometimes," she said to her daughter. "sometimes they bite and kick and squeal until one runs off. but just because he goes doesn't mean he won't try to come back and steal one or all of us."
that was a good part of being a mare, she wanted silverbirch to understand. "but whatever happens, fancy will still be lead. he'll need her."
enough then. gaze recaptured the warring stallions, skin shuddering as the buckskin drank in fancy's focus upon the stallions.
her foal shifted.
"sometimes," she said to her daughter. "sometimes they bite and kick and squeal until one runs off. but just because he goes doesn't mean he won't try to come back and steal one or all of us."
that was a good part of being a mare, she wanted silverbirch to understand. "but whatever happens, fancy will still be lead. he'll need her."
RE: piltover - Uzumati - December 10, 2024
i'm unsure of post order since most of u said cameo, but if i skipped pls just smack me!! also colo be like: https://www.facebook.com/reel/8861457177246541
deflected like a gnat, what gives?!
uzumati's head tosses as he continues backing up with all the grace of a toploader; large, cumbersome, and absolutely about to unleash some logs final destination style on a bish.
he tilts his head to the side to keep big handsome in his peripherals -- partially out of disbelief, and partially out of hope his double barrel kick had swiss-cheesed his opponent. any minute now he'd topple -- the bigger they are the harder they fall, right?
next thing he knows two hooves are flying for his face -- in an effort to avoid being turned into a cadaver, uzumati pinned his ears and answered with another double barrel kick of his own. his only saving grace was his proximity -- since he had never stopped backing up, they remained rump to rump like two poorly contracted train cars.
upon collision, he felt himself forced forward. recovering in several steps, uzumati trotted in a large circle around the man to reassess his options. the kick hadn't been insignificant - he feels heat well in the meat of his haunch.
meatball here is too strong to take on head-on. uzumati's ears pin and he snorts. he would be better served waiting for the stallion to exhaust himself after several days of fretting over mares; then uzumati would slink in smooth as a tom cat, ready to kill some foals and impregnate their mothers.
with one last catty kick aimed towards the dark grey stallion, uzumati begins to lope away.
RE: piltover - Colosseum - December 10, 2024
colosseum watched him retreat with a dominant snort, the sound sharp and cutting through the tension like a whipcrack. he shook his massive head, his mane rippling like storm clouds as a guttural chuckle rumbled from his chest. his dark eyes narrowed as he watched the giant’s lumbering retreat, his rival’s attempts at defiance as laughable as the feeble kick that barely grazed him.
colosseum turned with deliberate slowness, his massive frame exuding unshakable confidence as he set his sights on the prize: the mares. his posture was regal, each step deliberate, his muscles rippling beneath his dappled coat like coiled steel. the air around him seemed to shift, the weight of his dominance settling like a storm front as he strode toward them.
his ears flicked forward, his nostrils flaring to take in their scent, his presence an unspoken declaration of victory. he was the king here, and the battlefield was his throne. colosseum let out a deep, rolling whinny, his voice cutting through the air like a banner raised high, signaling to the mares that their new protector—and ruler—had arrived.