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Post by helgrind on Jan 23, 2006 19:40:40 GMT -5
The drake with his unryhthmic stride moved around the snowy realm that was now his. The snow whirled around his pistons as he moved around. The harks upon his head remained melted in their graves. Ivorns in his jaws snaped out at the oxygen, he was in need of anything. Bored out of his skull was this drake. His blood lust was about to take over him, the serpent with in with it's twisted song sung in his hark. Twisting a melody that even the strongest equine could not slip from it's slippery grip. Try as he might, the drake could not drown out the melody of blood lust, the endless tune that played in his hark.
The drake came to a sharp halt, he tossed skull about, trying to rid it of the tune that kept playing in his mind. The tune of wanting the crimson liquid that kept the life flowing in others. It was almost as if he needed the crimson liquid to live. A long sigh sliped past his slightly parted kissers. The thick nape of the drake arched slightly to lower his skull skull to the snow covered sod. A fore piston streched out in an awkward angle, he bent low and scrached his skull just behind his hark upon his fore piston.
The raven hued drake slowly lifed his skull again. The cold ebon pools of the drake looked lazily about his realm. For anything that would entertain him. But none was seen, not a jack rabbit, not a dear, not even another equine was spotted within his realm. The weight on his quarters shifted, resting his clearly injured piston. Another sigh sliped it's way past the slightly parted kissers of the drake. He stood silent as death, wating for anything to happen.
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Post by Moonlit Beauty on Feb 6, 2006 12:35:04 GMT -5
A silvery mare trotted to the herd, following Zanzibar. She took little notice of the rest of the mares, and the stag. She was in deep thought. Her maw was set in a small frown, she had not come here against her will, yet had she? SHe shook the thoughts out of her troubled mind. She walked over to a thick patch of grass, and started to graze.
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Post by ebil on Feb 6, 2006 19:29:37 GMT -5
Golden minx strode foreward, watching the members of the herd. She had just arrived the day before, watching the newest mare to the herd. Obviously not much of a socialiser to Elle's eyes. She stepped foreward, out of the shadows, into the light. Her brown eyes blinked and she slightly frowned. Then she put on a small smile, smoothing her features and she walked over nearby the new mare. Optics at the ready she blinked with curiosity.
Curious, she wanted to delve into others lives yet not speak of her own. She shook her head at such a thought and stayed slightly away from the herd, grazing at her own contents.
Her mind was elsewhere, her teeth uselessly clipping at cropped grass. She didn't want to walk away, but she didn't know what to do, she was bored. Her eyes flickered barely watching where she was going she barely avoided bumping into the silver mare. With a slight gasp and a mumbled apology she backed up again.
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Post by Moonlit Beauty on Feb 7, 2006 7:05:34 GMT -5
The silver mare snorted, but then dipped her head in forgiveness. She searched the other mare's eye. Then quickly turned her gaze from them. Her tail twitched a little, in nervousness.
"Greetings," Kalli neighed lowly. She was at least going to try to be in a social group. That is why she came here. She made an effort to smile to her, and found it very easy. She quickly found herself smiling truly at her.
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Post by Allanon on Feb 7, 2006 19:47:52 GMT -5
Bethlehem stood still as a block of stone as she allowed the cool breeze to breathe on her and caress every inch of her form. Silks swirled and tickled her nape while her bangs fluttered before her vision, making the world wink in and out as though illuminated by a strobe light. From the little she could perceive with her broken sight, Bethlehem made out the forms of two flickas in conversation.
Should try to make nice. M'Lord wants us to make nice. Try to fit in. Make this place home. Home. So long since we've had one, if eer. Make this place home. Must start somewhere. Just go closer. Need not speak, only go closer, show we can be friendly, too.
Without further thought, minx picked up her flints and trotted off, daggers barely striking the ground. She halted a dozen paces away from the others, dropping her muzzle to the emerald shoots in an attempt to appear nonchalant. Bethlehem was content to remain a wraith until the herd chose to make her coporeal.
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Post by ebil on Feb 7, 2006 20:43:17 GMT -5
Sunkissed Minx walked steadily foreword, her brown eyes looking t'wards the distant fae. She arrived at night, for at night she was fully awake, her hue stood her out against the the dark emeralds surrounding her. She breathed in a sweet scent of lavender, as flakes started to fall. She grew up in the frozen valleys of the south, so this was not new to her. Fae daintily stepped over the white world and investigated her new home and new herd.
Home the words meant something, yet she couldn't figure out what Alone the words sounded similar yet were totally opposite, one gave you hope, the other gave you dread. Or maybe when mixed together Home Alone the words gave no hope, nor dread. But a feeling of sadness, the home part is not the word you notice, but alone is what you feel
Back to reality the sun had sunken to escape the night dwellers and the first stars came out. Elle walked foreword, watching distant figures of a horse. Maybe her eyes deceived her, or maybe her mind played tricks.
Shadows danced on a frozen puddle, as Elle's hoof easily cracked the surface. The icy water quickly swept away by a southern wind. Perhaps the puddle was meant to stay frozen, then released with the first day of spring. Or maybe the puddle was meant to be broken. Elle spent to much time in her head, she had nothing else to but think of riddles and thoughts that plagued her memory.
"Hello?"
she suddenly called out t'wards the statue-like femme. She shifted uneasily as a harsh wind slapped the trees and whispered into the night. Standing a good 5 paces away from the fae, and she slightly glanced back at the proud vixen [/center
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Post by Moonlit Beauty on Feb 9, 2006 7:15:48 GMT -5
Kalli raised her orbs to look at the new arrivals. She snorted quietly, an idea flashed in her mind. How many mares did, this, Zanzibar, claim. She snorted louder this time, and in discust. She lashed her banner angrily, sending it cascading down her rump. She trotted slowly to the other mares.
Greetings, fellow faes. Did Zanzibar claim you too? The vixen asked.
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Post by ebil on Feb 9, 2006 13:28:03 GMT -5
Sunkissed minx looks t'wards the proud fae, hearing her discust and anger. Minx spoke, quietly, softly and rather irritatingly
"Calm, proud fae, Calm. Yes I am supposing he claimed us all, otherwise the wolves had gots to us by now...What is the matter, the sun is barely gone, He has to claim us don't he?"
Her voice was rather strained and she was shocked to hear herself. But she kept her features calm looking over the fae with brown orbs. Rather confused she asked
"Are you saying Zanzibar claiming us is bad?"
Her tone quizzical. She dipped her head to snatch a mouthful of gras before swallowing and thinking this over
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Post by Allanon on Feb 9, 2006 19:04:20 GMT -5
The setting sun threw every-lengthening shadows over the lithosphere. Already Bethlehem's form was melting into the dusk, returning once more to the shadows that birthed this fallen angel. Her auds pricked at first towards the two faes, but were quickly melting into her skull with displeasure.
Promised to be good. Should hold our tongue. Yet... Can we really allow sassy filly to address us as though they were better than us?
Bethlehem's mind was made up in an instant. She would try to remain as civil as possible while she set the flicka straight. She addressed the ashen femme, tone a low hiss.
We do not approve of thy tone, flicka. Do thee actually have the audacity to assume thee be the only one worthy of Lord Zanzibar's company? We have M'Lord's blessing to reside here and need not concern ourselves with the opinion of a jealous filly.
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Post by Moonlit Beauty on Feb 9, 2006 19:08:07 GMT -5
The pure colored fae flicked her tail, calming. She needed time to adjust. She gazed in no wear in particular her gaze was menacing, but she smeared it off her proud maw.
"Forgive me for my irrational behavior. I guess it is a good thing a thing, and able stallion claimed us."
She sighed. And looked from each of the mares int front of her. She managed a small smile. She would make new friends, and live like a normal mare. A small twinge was in her mind. The thing was she didn't want to be a normal mare. She shook her mane in frustration.
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Post by Allanon on Feb 10, 2006 18:54:29 GMT -5
Onyx bruja nodded her head in approval, snorting lowly. Long, wavy cords swished against her nape as she moved.
Ye may behave irrationally, but at least thee have not the folly of not seeing when thee be mistaken in thy beliefs. There be hope for ye yet, filly.
Her ruffled feathers smoothed, Bethlehem wanted little to do with the others. With everyone getting along for the moment, they were of little interest to her. She was quite willing to allow the matter to drop and not cause a ripple when the pond was still.
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Post by Moonlit Beauty on Feb 10, 2006 20:39:28 GMT -5
Ivory fae nodded her head, accepting the praise. She sighed, and dropped to her legs. Then layed down, her hooves tucked neatly under her ghostly bod. Her plumage ruffled slightly. She looked to the east. A new dawn was arising. She could feel in in her bones. She shivered, not with cold, but the uncertainty of the future. She pushed those wearying thoughts away, and drifted into a fretful sleep.
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on Feb 17, 2006 16:50:35 GMT -5
Grazing at a distance, the murmur of arguement flittered into his auds. Nape rose up, orbs catching the sight of the mares. Bethlehem was the one he heard first. Collecting his haucnhes, he broke into a straight canter, headed for them. Rating himself, he slowed to a stop in a gap in between them. Tipping is' muzzle to them in turn, he spoke lightly
Are we stirring some trouble ladies. I would apprectaite it if we could all play nice. He gazed att each of them, to see which would spill first.
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Post by Moonlit Beauty on Feb 17, 2006 17:18:27 GMT -5
Kalli smiled sweetly, not even her silver flame moved as she spoke,
"We have it under control, "M'Lord. Thank you though,"
she said, nodding to each mare. Her nods were almost commanding. She then gazed sweetly back at Zanzibar. A faint smell was on the wind, of a mare in heat. She wasn't aware that she had sprayed, and continued to smile sweetly.
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on Feb 17, 2006 20:22:15 GMT -5
He felt the hintof her mutual feeling being pressed on the tohers and smirked uncertainly back at her. Nares picked up the familair scent witnessed two years ago. Harks pricked at Kalli. Crown lowered more to the ground and he backed up a few steps, haunches lowered for a steady back up.
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