Sample Altere Posts
Example #1 (mare):
Flicking alabaster tendrils over rounded hinds, her blue gaze wandered around the mountains, focusing on nothing in particular, before dished profile was solemnly lowered to the green shoots rising from the moist soil. One munch here, two munches there... three munc...
Jerking head up at the shrill sound of an equine in distress, the ghostly form slunk off towards the woods’ edge, weaving her way through the dense underbrush with only the soft ‘swooosh’ of passing plants caressing slender limbs. As the curious maiden came towards the clearing’s edge, a calculating look passed over her features as the young mare gazed down at the horse held by ropes and the two humans making quick work of the situation. Fools. . . the lot of them. Wandering too close to temptation, and damned for it….
Keeping her thoughts to herself, a soft, derisive snort passed through delicate nostrils as her gaze turned from her lost companion. With her gaze falling upon the familiar rig—oh… she’d known humans and their metal cages in years past-- whiskered rubbers flapped up with a curl of distaste as the scent picked up. It was her… her previous captor. One of those humans who didn’t know how to live and let be. What sensible horse would pick imprisonment over lush and verdant hills… the feel of mountain winds running ghostly fingers over an untouched hide…
No. It wasn’t for her. She was as wild as the winter winds… untamable and the happier for it. Tucking pink skinned mug into muscled chest, pallid hinds shifted in discomfort as she cast a far away look back over her shoulder, she shouldn’t linger, a soft whicker was released to the mists in a final farewell. Taking a final, mist clouded breath, the earth churned beneath crème hooves as she wheeled away from the scene back towards the safety of the forest and its sheltering anonymity.
Example #2 (stallion):
Despite the overcast ceiling above to shield one from the direct rays of the daystar, the air hung heavy and thick. A subtle breeze occasionally rustled the blades of grass though it offered little relief from the oppressive mugginess. On days like this, it was common to find creatures of all shapes and sizes near the closest source of water. For the inhabitants of the Mountains, a great lake, which was fed by many streams throughout the land, provided much relief. A mature steed stood knee deep in the cool pool. Raising a front limb above the water, unshod hoof slaps against the surface of the lake before appendage draws towards body. Repeatedly, copper pelted male paws at the water to create a wave that washes over the rest of his muscular body.
Upon feeling refreshed, toned hindquarters engage to propel the stallion forward until he stood on solid ground. Shifting his weight so that his four limbs were slightly splayed, head snakes forward and initiates a shake that courses over his whole frame. Regaining his balance, black orbs begin to survey the expanse before him. Delicate nares flare to draw in the fragrances nearby until the perfume of his favorite dame catches his attention.
Redirecting himself towards her, rugged physique is put into motion. Limbs shuffle casually until her mahogany canvas comes into view. Ears prick forwards and slightly chiseled profile draws in towards chest causing fatty crest to arch. Gait becomes an animated jog as masculine approaches her. Once he was close enough, whiskered muzzle extends to gently bump hers. In greeting, nostrils flare again to permit an exchange of warm air between the two of them. Following formalities, crimson stallion steps forward alongside his lady. Plush nose juts under the thick overlay of her charcoal tresses to affectionately run down her neck before stopping at her withers. Gentle nudges are placed before labrums pull back to unsheathe stained denture. Working in a circular motion, blunt teeth caress her soft hide all the way down her back.
Flicking alabaster tendrils over rounded hinds, her blue gaze wandered around the mountains, focusing on nothing in particular, before dished profile was solemnly lowered to the green shoots rising from the moist soil. One munch here, two munches there... three munc...
Jerking head up at the shrill sound of an equine in distress, the ghostly form slunk off towards the woods’ edge, weaving her way through the dense underbrush with only the soft ‘swooosh’ of passing plants caressing slender limbs. As the curious maiden came towards the clearing’s edge, a calculating look passed over her features as the young mare gazed down at the horse held by ropes and the two humans making quick work of the situation. Fools. . . the lot of them. Wandering too close to temptation, and damned for it….
Keeping her thoughts to herself, a soft, derisive snort passed through delicate nostrils as her gaze turned from her lost companion. With her gaze falling upon the familiar rig—oh… she’d known humans and their metal cages in years past-- whiskered rubbers flapped up with a curl of distaste as the scent picked up. It was her… her previous captor. One of those humans who didn’t know how to live and let be. What sensible horse would pick imprisonment over lush and verdant hills… the feel of mountain winds running ghostly fingers over an untouched hide…
No. It wasn’t for her. She was as wild as the winter winds… untamable and the happier for it. Tucking pink skinned mug into muscled chest, pallid hinds shifted in discomfort as she cast a far away look back over her shoulder, she shouldn’t linger, a soft whicker was released to the mists in a final farewell. Taking a final, mist clouded breath, the earth churned beneath crème hooves as she wheeled away from the scene back towards the safety of the forest and its sheltering anonymity.
Example #2 (stallion):
Despite the overcast ceiling above to shield one from the direct rays of the daystar, the air hung heavy and thick. A subtle breeze occasionally rustled the blades of grass though it offered little relief from the oppressive mugginess. On days like this, it was common to find creatures of all shapes and sizes near the closest source of water. For the inhabitants of the Mountains, a great lake, which was fed by many streams throughout the land, provided much relief. A mature steed stood knee deep in the cool pool. Raising a front limb above the water, unshod hoof slaps against the surface of the lake before appendage draws towards body. Repeatedly, copper pelted male paws at the water to create a wave that washes over the rest of his muscular body.
Upon feeling refreshed, toned hindquarters engage to propel the stallion forward until he stood on solid ground. Shifting his weight so that his four limbs were slightly splayed, head snakes forward and initiates a shake that courses over his whole frame. Regaining his balance, black orbs begin to survey the expanse before him. Delicate nares flare to draw in the fragrances nearby until the perfume of his favorite dame catches his attention.
Redirecting himself towards her, rugged physique is put into motion. Limbs shuffle casually until her mahogany canvas comes into view. Ears prick forwards and slightly chiseled profile draws in towards chest causing fatty crest to arch. Gait becomes an animated jog as masculine approaches her. Once he was close enough, whiskered muzzle extends to gently bump hers. In greeting, nostrils flare again to permit an exchange of warm air between the two of them. Following formalities, crimson stallion steps forward alongside his lady. Plush nose juts under the thick overlay of her charcoal tresses to affectionately run down her neck before stopping at her withers. Gentle nudges are placed before labrums pull back to unsheathe stained denture. Working in a circular motion, blunt teeth caress her soft hide all the way down her back.
Sample Edenburg Posts
Example #1 (human female):
A simply stunning creature climbed out of a truck that pulled a simple two horse trailer behind it. Her luxurious walnut-shaded hair caught the light, reflected it back with its own power, and two stunning hazel eyes, liberally flecked with green, glanced around the area. She had just pulled up in front of the house of an equine facility called Precious Jem Stables. She had been researching the stables around the area and it had come down to two prospects, this place and another called Black Wing Farm. She had visited Black Wing but when she realized who was running the operation she had politely declined. She had heard of Liam Brent and although he seemed like a nice fellow and his facilities were lovely, his reputation from across the pond had preceded him. So she had moved to the next option, Precious Jem Stables.
She glided up the path towards the front door of the house and rang the door bell with one dainty finger. As she waited for any type of answer, she slid her hands over her clothing to correct any wrinkles that may have occurred in the ride over here. Her lithe form was clothed not to show-off but to subtly compliment the wonderful form that the femme possessed. A pair of dark denim breeches, that made her long legs seem longer, were tucked into black tall boots that were otherwise spotless except for a light dusting from the walk. Her top half was clothed in a green polo that made her bright eyes seem that more hypnotic. Even though it was a warm day there was not even a glimmer of sweat on this femme to rumple the mesmerizing image she portrayed. Everything about her, from her clothes to her posture, simply said “easy perfection” but it was a perfection that many people could never obtain. It was perfection that this woman had only achieved through impeccable breeding, years of training in private etiquette and charm lessons, and also just a natural understanding.
She was British, and to be even more specific she was of Royal blood. This delicate woman was the daughter of the Duke of York, which made her in line for the throne. But she didn’t want it, the life of a royal. So she left England, more specifically she ran away, and had been living her life under an alias ever since. That was why she picked a small town like this to call home. She had an account with plenty of money to help start her life over again, she wanted to buy a house, acquire a few horses and enjoy the life of a trainer without the prying eye of the world on her…
Example #2 (horse):
A mismatched pair of orbs peered out of the stall, one a bright blue and one a deep brown. A while forelock draped beautifully down a mostly black head that had a wide white blaze down the face. His white body was painted: a black shield on his neck and chest, a splash that coated his belly and traveled up his hips, and a black spot was placed on the left side of his withers. His perfectly combed and pulled mane was pure white but the tail that hung artfully from his spine was black except for the top third.
A Black Tie Affair, otherwise known as Tux, flicked his darkened ears forward as people passed by his stall. He was in a barn that was unfamiliar and although he scented mares he didn’t react. He knew this drill, thinking he was at a show. His owner had gotten up early to get the stallion cleaned and spotless for the day. He had been bathed, clipped, his mane pulled and his tail neatened. The woman had put a bright red dress sheet over his pristine coat to keep it clean on the ride over. And though all this the stallion stood with experienced indifference. He was not tied to his human owner, there was no devotion or love in his heart for the lady. He just obeyed her commands. It had always been that way ever since he could remember. When he had been born the breeder instantly started handling him, the trainer he was shipped to continued in the same manner, and then this femme bought him. All of them had looked at him as an investment and all of them had expected him to obey.
So he did.
A familiar scent reached his nostrils and he shifted his weight closer to the door as his owner, accompanied by another man, approached his stall with a sliver bedecked halter. She slid open the door and put the halter on his head. He followed her quietly out of the stall and as the man held his lead rope the lady removed his dress sheet and gave him a once over with a brush to smooth every hair back into place. He expected her to start tacking him up then but once she was done the man started to lead him off. He was so surprise he took a stumbled step and the man gave the chain attached to the lead a yank. Even though the jerk hurt his bottom jaw he didn’t react, knowing that it would cause even more trouble.
Tux followed the handler, now assuming that they were doing a conformation class. He was led into this ring but instead of being placed into the exact perfect standing position like normal, the man unclipped the chain and lead rope from the gent’s halter and shooed him towards the outside of the ring. The bi-colored stallion, not exactly sure what was going on, walked out to the fence line and set his bleached legs into a steady walking with his dark ears flicking towards the man for directions. He realized he was in some sort of show because there were people in the stands and there was a bodiless human voice echoing throughout the arena so he made sure to do his best show walk with his neck lowered so that his poll was even with his withers. The handler, now standing in the center of the arena, clucked at him and flicked the whip at the stud’s black flanks before even giving the gent a chance to respond. Tux instinctively wanted to kick out at the stinging whip but he was trained better then that.
Instead he flowingly extended his gait into a low-slung trot with his knees flat and smooth. The handler then asked for a lope and again ignorantly flicked the gent’s hinds. Tux flicked his inside ear at the man asking him to stop but obediently set into a beautiful lope, his head never leaving the proper position. The black and white gent was turned around and this act repeated as Tux heard the echo of the bodiless voice rebound through the arena…
A simply stunning creature climbed out of a truck that pulled a simple two horse trailer behind it. Her luxurious walnut-shaded hair caught the light, reflected it back with its own power, and two stunning hazel eyes, liberally flecked with green, glanced around the area. She had just pulled up in front of the house of an equine facility called Precious Jem Stables. She had been researching the stables around the area and it had come down to two prospects, this place and another called Black Wing Farm. She had visited Black Wing but when she realized who was running the operation she had politely declined. She had heard of Liam Brent and although he seemed like a nice fellow and his facilities were lovely, his reputation from across the pond had preceded him. So she had moved to the next option, Precious Jem Stables.
She glided up the path towards the front door of the house and rang the door bell with one dainty finger. As she waited for any type of answer, she slid her hands over her clothing to correct any wrinkles that may have occurred in the ride over here. Her lithe form was clothed not to show-off but to subtly compliment the wonderful form that the femme possessed. A pair of dark denim breeches, that made her long legs seem longer, were tucked into black tall boots that were otherwise spotless except for a light dusting from the walk. Her top half was clothed in a green polo that made her bright eyes seem that more hypnotic. Even though it was a warm day there was not even a glimmer of sweat on this femme to rumple the mesmerizing image she portrayed. Everything about her, from her clothes to her posture, simply said “easy perfection” but it was a perfection that many people could never obtain. It was perfection that this woman had only achieved through impeccable breeding, years of training in private etiquette and charm lessons, and also just a natural understanding.
She was British, and to be even more specific she was of Royal blood. This delicate woman was the daughter of the Duke of York, which made her in line for the throne. But she didn’t want it, the life of a royal. So she left England, more specifically she ran away, and had been living her life under an alias ever since. That was why she picked a small town like this to call home. She had an account with plenty of money to help start her life over again, she wanted to buy a house, acquire a few horses and enjoy the life of a trainer without the prying eye of the world on her…
Example #2 (horse):
A mismatched pair of orbs peered out of the stall, one a bright blue and one a deep brown. A while forelock draped beautifully down a mostly black head that had a wide white blaze down the face. His white body was painted: a black shield on his neck and chest, a splash that coated his belly and traveled up his hips, and a black spot was placed on the left side of his withers. His perfectly combed and pulled mane was pure white but the tail that hung artfully from his spine was black except for the top third.
A Black Tie Affair, otherwise known as Tux, flicked his darkened ears forward as people passed by his stall. He was in a barn that was unfamiliar and although he scented mares he didn’t react. He knew this drill, thinking he was at a show. His owner had gotten up early to get the stallion cleaned and spotless for the day. He had been bathed, clipped, his mane pulled and his tail neatened. The woman had put a bright red dress sheet over his pristine coat to keep it clean on the ride over. And though all this the stallion stood with experienced indifference. He was not tied to his human owner, there was no devotion or love in his heart for the lady. He just obeyed her commands. It had always been that way ever since he could remember. When he had been born the breeder instantly started handling him, the trainer he was shipped to continued in the same manner, and then this femme bought him. All of them had looked at him as an investment and all of them had expected him to obey.
So he did.
A familiar scent reached his nostrils and he shifted his weight closer to the door as his owner, accompanied by another man, approached his stall with a sliver bedecked halter. She slid open the door and put the halter on his head. He followed her quietly out of the stall and as the man held his lead rope the lady removed his dress sheet and gave him a once over with a brush to smooth every hair back into place. He expected her to start tacking him up then but once she was done the man started to lead him off. He was so surprise he took a stumbled step and the man gave the chain attached to the lead a yank. Even though the jerk hurt his bottom jaw he didn’t react, knowing that it would cause even more trouble.
Tux followed the handler, now assuming that they were doing a conformation class. He was led into this ring but instead of being placed into the exact perfect standing position like normal, the man unclipped the chain and lead rope from the gent’s halter and shooed him towards the outside of the ring. The bi-colored stallion, not exactly sure what was going on, walked out to the fence line and set his bleached legs into a steady walking with his dark ears flicking towards the man for directions. He realized he was in some sort of show because there were people in the stands and there was a bodiless human voice echoing throughout the arena so he made sure to do his best show walk with his neck lowered so that his poll was even with his withers. The handler, now standing in the center of the arena, clucked at him and flicked the whip at the stud’s black flanks before even giving the gent a chance to respond. Tux instinctively wanted to kick out at the stinging whip but he was trained better then that.
Instead he flowingly extended his gait into a low-slung trot with his knees flat and smooth. The handler then asked for a lope and again ignorantly flicked the gent’s hinds. Tux flicked his inside ear at the man asking him to stop but obediently set into a beautiful lope, his head never leaving the proper position. The black and white gent was turned around and this act repeated as Tux heard the echo of the bodiless voice rebound through the arena…