Beautiful Creatures [open]

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Lyr & Lot

"Yet another tree that we have passed of which looks like the same one. Again. And again. Lot, you're lost, just admit it already so we can go in another direction," came the lyrics of Lot's sister who walked alongside of him. There were quite a few similarities between the two in color and markings, apart from Lot's appaloosa markings. Where Lyr's splash markings covered her hind end and stretched up to her neck on her right side, giving her a ivory crown and blushed muzzle, Lot's splash markings were mainly his front end, his ivory pelt reaching up to his withers in an almost lightning shaped marking. Both equines had emerald eyes that were accented by the silver black roaning of their pelt They both carried themselves as proud as their Andalusian ancestors while possessing the fiery temper of their Spanish Mustang ancestry. Quite a hot mess they were.

The look that Lot gave his sister would have caused others to cower from him, but the mare simply smirked and bumped his shoulder with hers. Lot huffed loudly and did nothing for a short time. Lyr completely ignored his manners and went on, picking her way through the forest. At last, Lot gave into the playful nature of his sister and reached over, pulling at her mane. The mare squealed at him and reared up playfully, but Lot had taken off, ignoring where he was going altogether. Unable to help herself, Lyr had followed after him.

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The forest was a maze. Tree after sprawling tree, roots and branches creeping and crawling in every direction, each blanketed in a thousand green shivering leaves that clung with determination to their homes. Heat sweltered on down through each leaf, with no wind to dissipate the sheer strength of the temperature that seemed to rise with every step that Jagannatha took. The heavy-set stallion huffed a low breath through his nostrils, flared wide to take in more oxygen, as if every next breath would offer a respite from the oppressively summery weather that wrapped him up and threatened to smother him. He wasn't much for getting put out over things he couldn't control. Jagannatha wasn't the kind of horse to rage at nature for doing what it was supposed to do. He wasn't the type to rage at anything. But, for as much as Jagannatha could be, he was relieved to step into the enormous shadow of a particularly large tree and was relieved to stay there for a moment. The shade fell soft and sweet across his broad back, letting the muscles locked up tight in resistance to the temperature relax and unwind. Jagannatha leaned against the tree, as though absorbing the coolness wrapped up in the trunk, a block of wood thicker in width than he himself was. It was in this position, with his cranium resting against the rough bark and eyes at half-mast that he heard two creatures approaching. They were horses, by the sound of it, and years of experience with renegades and marauders had Jagannatha straightening instinctively, harks pricking up to catch any sounds that would alert him to possible danger. "Yet another tree that we have passed of which looks like the same one. Again. And again. Lot, you're lost, just admit it already so we can go in another direction," said one horse as they came into Jagannatha's line of sight.

They were both appaloosas and instincts told Jagannatha they were related, going off the similar build and markings. They were jostling each other, similarly white faces and emerald eyes alight with amusement. One of them, the male, had a darker look to his eyes, but the female seemed unbothered and Jagannatha tilted his massive cranium curiously. He made no attempts to announce his presence, but he didn't need to, for they were both racing straight towards him. The tree he had been leaning against set him right in their path, the two of them barreling along together as though playing a game of chase. Jagannatha was now standing straight, in case they meant him harm, but he was not concerned. They were oblivious thus far to his presence and once they became aware of him, their reactions would tell Jagannatha whether or not he needed to be on alert for an attack. Unbothered by the possibility, Jagannatha simply watched them and waited for them to come to him, black eyes devoid of anything other than watchfulness.


tagged ;; blue with lyr and lot
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notes ;; hope it's alright that I replied here! and sorry that he's not terribly exciting atm xD

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Lot & Lyr 

They moved with ethereal grace, their bodies soaring over fallen trees, ripping through the low hanging branches. Lyr, while her brother's stamina far outmatched hers, she was swift, more agile than he and surged past him effortlessly. She looked back behind her to see how far her brother was falling back before Lyr turned her gaze from her brother to focus just ahead. She hadn't been expecting the large figure in the distance and came to a skidding halt so she wouldn't run into the massive beast. Lot came up beside her, his auds pinned back against his cranium at the stranger as he placed himself between the other stallion and his sister. There was no immediate danger from the stallion, this much Lyr knew and so she shouldered past Lot, flicking him an irritable expression before allowing her gaze to grace the stallion before her. "Good day to you, sir. Forgive us for the... almost collision. We were not paying attention to where we were heading," she spoke in a husky tone, "Excuse my brother's behavior, he has killed off a few brain cells and doesn't seem to understand how to socialize with other creatures, big and small." Beside her, Lot huffed loudly and reached out, nipping at his sister's withers. She flicked her tail irritably and lifted her kissers in a snarl before returning her attention to the brawny stag, "I am called Lyr, this is my brother, Lot."

"Rest assured, I do speak for myself," Lot finally spoke up after a moment whilst studying the other stallion who was in close proximity with his sister, something he wasn't too fond of at all. Lot's harks seemed to stay pinned against his crown despite his tone. He wasn't quite trusting, felt his sister had been too trusting to speak up as she had. "What brings you to these woods?" he asked after a moment, curiosity driven by distrust of what the giant's motives were exactly, as if the beast had purposely been watching the two in the woods. Lyr's expression entailed her aggravation with her brother's antics. "My brother has gotten lost and he's sore over the fact that i'm right and he is wrong. However, who listens to dames anymore?"

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