a COMANCHE foot quest::.

[racechick]

Comanche

Ivory plates tread across the fine grasses, the orchard's limbs twisting and entangling with one another to form a sort of arch, leading the brute in the direction of a valley. This excuse of a valley wouldn't make a patch of his valley's ass, his valley was the Valley of Dreams. Comanche tossed his crown, tassels swept away from his patchwork boa by the spring's warm updraft, a snort of relief escaping his nares. As he inhaled again, the faint scents of sweethingyer grasses made the cilia in his nostrils tingle, arching his crane and extending into a graceful trot. Chocolate orbs spotted the streams, where the grasses grew more plentifully, dropping his crania to let his muzzle rip the strands from the earth.

After a few mouthfuls, the cow lifted his crown, a hollow whinny erupting from his chest. He was calling for any mares that were searching for a home, the cow raking the empty air foremost of his mass, auds swiveling as he waited.

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--Crescendo--

The dainty mare stepped carefully through the tall grass, taking special care to make sure she didn't step into a hole. Her light red tipped ears worked overtime, flicking this way and that to catch every little sound. Her nostrils flared, looking to intercept the scents that floated her way on the warm spring breeze, hoping to make up for her blind left eye that left her partially defenseless. Something that could get her killed out here in the wild if she wasn't careful.

Her steps light and playful, she pranced into the Orchards, shaking her head and swishing her mostly black tail, the few roan strands in it catching the sunlight on occasion, making them gleam. Smooth muscles rippled under her lightly roaned body, intelligent eyes sparkled in a flirty light from her blinding white face. She was going all out today, having finally decided that it was high time she find a permanent place to live. She'd been roaming for far too long.

She glanced around with her good eye, hoping to catch sight of a brute when her ears caught the distinctive low whinny of a stallion calling. Her ears perked up as her quick hooves turned in his direction. She came upon the painted brute rather quickly, and let out an answered nicker of her own, her higher pitched nicker in sharp contrast to his. She made no move to try and hide her cloudy blue eye, and came to a slow stop a few feet away from him, ears perked forward, nostrils quivering in anticipation as they took in his scent, her good eye sparkling in interest. "Well hello. My name is Crescendo. Your's?"

[racechick]

Comanche

Sensitive cilia quivered as the flowery aroma of a vixen assaulted them, harks swiveling as his boa craned around in the direction of the approaching mare. Cunningly turning his paint splashed mass, his left fore column gracefully crossing his right like a well trained reining horse, the cow stood proudly optics scanning the fae. Her melody pleased his soldiers, the brute gently touched his thin walled nares steadily against hers to exchange scents, a shiver racing through his spine; though the stag remained calm and collected. "My name is Comanche, it's a pleasure to meet you Crescendo." The brute replied, folding a thick column under his muscular bodice in a bow to the vixen. "What is a pretty little thing like you doing out here by yourself?" He questioned, flicking his auds toward her as he stepped into her personal space.

He circled her, waiting for the harmony to erupt from her throat, looking over her stunning features. As he rounded her crown, his globes of deep mahogany caught the shadowy glaze on her optic, she was blind. Comanche snorted, halting his pace, smiling warmly at the strawberry mare.

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--Crescendo--

His deep voice flowed easily to her sensitive ears, soothing and calm. Comanche. She now had a name to put with this handsome brute. His name fit him quite nicely, if she did say so herself. A surprised smile pulled at the corners of her lips when he actually bowed to her. Well that was something new. And she had to admit, it wasn't a bad surprise at all. His flirty comment afterwards made the tiny smile grow, and she swished her tail in amusement. She might actually come to like this particular stallion.

She didn't move when he stepped up close to her, though she kept her ears trained in on him, pondering how to answer his question. "Well I should think it would be quite obvious. I'm here looking for a home. Been by myself too long, you know?" She gave him a little wink with her good eye to go with her confident response.

As he began to move around her, she tensed slightly, all her attention going to him. Both ears tracked his progress around her, and her delicate nostrils flared. She swished her tail in annoyance as he came upon her blindside, her ears laying back a little more than necessary to make sure he knew she didn't like him there. She blew out a soft huff of breath as he came back into her line of vision, stretching out her graceful neck to touch her velvety nose to his muscular neck for a second. "As I'm sure you've now noticed, I've got a bad eye. Don't take it personally if I get a little nervous when you get on that side."

[racechick]

Comanche

Good. He thought to himself at her answer, she was free to claim, and that was his intension. As he parted his lips to speak, her lyrics erupting before he could begin. "I won't, I understand why'd you be nervous." He replied, stepping to where she could easily see all of him. How odd, most horses would tend to hide an injury of that sorts, in fear that they wouldn't be accepted; Though Comanche would never discard a horse as a herd prospect for something so small, some would. Horses with injuries were weak links in a herd, they were also targeted by predators. "Now where was I, oh yes... Crescendo, would you care to join me in my Valley of Dreams terrain?" There was the charm again, but this time it was pure, seductive, and hopefully what it would take for her to say yes.