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Post by Moonlit Beauty on Mar 31, 2006 9:46:05 GMT -5
Kalli stuggled for breath as she continued to run along with the others. Hearing Bethlehem talk to herself, looked to her. Kalli nosed her, checking to seeif she was ok.
((sory for such the short post, g2g to school))
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Post by Allanon on Mar 31, 2006 18:20:26 GMT -5
[ooc: the short post is fine. You normally have great longer posts, so I can't exactly be mad at the occasional short, rushed one.]
A startled scream ripped through Bethlehem's throat when the fae's velvets touched her flesh. Powerful pistons catipulted her into a crowhop as she spook sideways. When all four titaniums struck ground, she stood on shaky limbs, wide eyes fixed on the other mare. Her voice was shaky and tinged with irritation.
Wh...wh...what doth thee want? Do thy manners escape you? What be the meaning of sneaking up on us like a thief?
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Post by Moonlit Beauty on Apr 5, 2006 8:15:59 GMT -5
Kalli snorted in surprise at the jump mare. Ears swiveled backward as if to escape too from the piercing scream. Irritated, but calm, well as calm as you can be while being hunted. At the other mare's shaky voice, and scared appearance, her voice shook slightly also.
"I didn't mean to frighten you, you are fine. I wanted to make sure you weren't about to pass out."
Kalli said somewhat defensively, she being no thief. Strong pistons flew her forward to catch up with the rapidly moving herd. One would not want to stray with what was going on. Being hunted was not a time to dawdle. Now her coat was drenched with her own sweat. Fighting to get into the middle of the herd was difficult work, but even harder was to stay in the middle. That was safety, and everyone wanted to be safe.
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Post by Allanon on Apr 6, 2006 18:13:27 GMT -5
Harks flattened against her diadem. How weak did that flicka think she was to think that she might pass out? She was busy formulating a withering retort when the fae sped off, leaving Bethlehem alone. Alone. That thought brought Beth out of her reveries and out of her panic. Eyes quit rolling and hardened as she vowed silently not to fall victim to a pack of hellhounds due to fear. Before her resolve could melt away, she sped after the others, only checking her rushed pace when she drew even with the herd. Unlike Kalli and the others, she disdained being trapped at the center of the band. She would take her chances on the fringe where she was free to run without being walled in by sweaty bodies. All sounds of the pack were drowned out by pounding hooves, making Bethlehem begin questioning if the threat was still there or if the frightened herd was running itself into the grave.
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on Apr 8, 2006 16:44:33 GMT -5
*cough*just so you now, this is part of the activity check we are having. All players who did not reply are going to the wolves*cough*
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Post by Allanon on Apr 10, 2006 17:33:12 GMT -5
*cough* Zanzibar needs to get his lazy butt in gear and post. the ponies are leaderless *cough*
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on Apr 10, 2006 17:56:22 GMT -5
*gasp, I am apolled, throws nose up in the air and sta;lks away*
The stag dropped back to the back of the pack where Beth began to argue. He snapped at her flnak, urging her onwards. His nicker filled the air again is' harks flicked back towards the thundering of padded paws behind. Flints swurved towards the grey mare, urgign her on as well. An opening in the topography of the forest revealed itself. Now the time for action came. Harks flickered right where Kaliska flew in by his side.
She matched his pace and questioned him silently. He nodded towards the opening and whinnied harshly, signaling the front leader to head there. Pistons filed behind the others, leaving the wolves to devour whoever was stupid enough to stay benind. He herded his mares ina small circle inbetween the branches. Nape raised to look out the patches of light skimming the fringe of the trees. Orbs squinted in the blaze of the sunb and the melting snow.
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Post by Allanon on Apr 14, 2006 0:40:32 GMT -5
The stag's ivories painfully pinched the hide of her flank, cropping some of the ebony fur. Thorns flattened and heels flashed at the tawny brute. It was a half-hearted little buck that didn't even come close to making contact with Zanzibar or cause Beth to break stride. Annoyed as she was by being snapped at, she obediantly followed the others into the grove. The herd was packed closely together, each creature jostling the others to reach the saftey of the center of the herd. Dozens of titaniums pounded the earth as horses minced about in fear and agitation.
Beth remained once more on the outskirts, optics and auds constantly searching the surrounding brush. She didn't like this one bit, being trapped somewhere where she coudn't see what slunk through the shadows. Yet she knew that to disobey Zanzibar's orders would only bring trouble and to forsake the herd would mean death. She remained where she was, tense and ready for anything while the herd miled about, bodies constantly bumping against her barrel.
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on Apr 15, 2006 23:45:20 GMT -5
Fools consantly bumped his hind, agitating him with every touch. The equines moved about as though they were ants sseperated from the path. Was it too hard to ask for them to shut up and sit still? Fore stomped and he began to kick ot until he grunted and turned around to sare them into silence. His ora let out a highly agreesve vibe, while he boiled inside.
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Post by Allanon on Apr 16, 2006 0:30:34 GMT -5
Beth nodded in silent appreciation of Zanzibar's actions. She was thrilled that there was no langer any bodies slamming against her own. Muted sounds of rustling brush and sanpping twigs echoed through the timber, but Beth could not be sure where they came from or what caused them. She suspected they were the sounds of the hunt. She dearly hoped so. The sooner the wolves fed, the sooner they would return to their own territory. Better some unknown beast than herself.
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on Apr 18, 2006 18:13:20 GMT -5
Twigs snapped and the pads of the foe close by. Harks flinched back and the lord waited until he saw a familiar furry face. Pistons pawed and he looked back at his herd hidden in the brush...
Stay here...I will be back Dagger pushed out from the brush, nares sampling the air. The wolves had pushe don, but one lagged behind. Gait turned to a trot, his warning snort sounding. Orbs locked on Allanon, the pack leader. Allanon, a word?
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Post by Allanon on Apr 20, 2006 0:09:07 GMT -5
Triangular radar pricked sharply at the equine's voice. It was so long since he had conversed with the tawny charger. Perhaps that was for the best. No contact with the leader of those that were naught but meat to grace the table. Allanon cast his golden gaze in the direction his pack had disappeared in before turning to stalk slowly towards the stag.
I trust you have you a matter of import to discuss, correct Zanzibar? Certainly don't wish to shoot the breeze with a lobo. I suppose a moment can be spared so I may listen to you. Speak.
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on Apr 27, 2006 22:19:19 GMT -5
Orbs rippled over the plains, checking that the rest were gone and out of earshot. Of course this prowler did not want his pack watching him converse with the food. The stag addressed him straigh forward,
Obviously, Allanon, we are both growing in number. Perhaps it may be wise if we do not dwindle them down quite yet. those I have let you run off with today will not be as easy to get next time, aquaintences do run short and I warn you now, as I am sure you will agrre with, that the war between us has now begun. I wish you luck as a surviving breed. Until we meet again... With that the brujo nodded his brief respect and turned to leave. A snort flew from his paper thins and signaled the herd to come out.
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Post by Allanon on Apr 28, 2006 23:50:23 GMT -5
Allanon remained still as stone. Outnumbered by so many equines he was not about to turn his back on them. Though he highly doubted the nags would have the gall to ambush him, he was still cautious. A slow smirk tugged at his chops as he watched the herd. He spoke in a barely audible whisper that was as cold as the death his pack had brought to the lands.
And luck also to you, lest the war prove too swift to bring entertainment. Thus begins the countdown of thy numbered days. My parting advice to you, charger, live every day as if it were your last for it very well may be. Peace be with you until our next encounter.
The brute fell into silence, hard gaze fixed on the gold brujo. After remianing imobile for several long moments, he tipped his muzzle to his foe before dashing off into the forest after his pack.
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on Apr 29, 2006 0:01:12 GMT -5
The sight of the emerging herd brought light to the dim conversation. Althought they stayed forward, the brute's radars were ready to pin backwards within a moment's notice. Cruel words spilled in and hate flared through is' nares. Stag's stilts paused for a moment, but is' nape would not allow him to look back. Once Allanon finished, his retreating pads were the only sound. Nares snorted, the rage trying to control itself. Stag followed his visual path to the herd, nodding at them and standing inbetween them and the wolves as they began to reappear.
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