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Post by unknown on Mar 25, 2009 15:21:11 GMT -5
Vex The twins were getting annoying. Their voices winged every few moments, then the monotonous tones chimed in symphony. Are we there yet? or Where are we going? Both came unanswered and they began asking them again. I went on slightly ahead, the darkness sweeping over quickly. The tiny twins, only a year or two old, were fun at times. I snorted and stopped, by a waterfall. Both twins followed suit and stared at the glorious masterpeice of mother earth. I rolled my eyes and Sinbad dunked his head under the water and gulped it down. His head twitched and he soaked his sister, water dribbling from his mouth. She stormed off somewhere. She wouldn't go far. I stared at Sinbad till he followed her apologizing. They were in a bush nearby, and soon I heard a double snore. They were finally quiet. I hushed myself and stayed awake. Alert. Ready to dart for protect my beautiful twins. |
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Post by Patch on Mar 25, 2009 16:21:56 GMT -5
Syn Concentrated Formula Bay foal body shook off the water that my silly brother threw on me. I backed off, fuming, and disappeared from sight for a short while, then decided I was hungry, and returned. I ducked under Mom, fed a little, and came back to her side. I whined, Mom, can't we just go to Devil's Creek? for perhaps the hundredth millonth trillonth time. Bahaha. It was in my blood. Vexing the hell out of everybody. Sinbad was more like our father. But I was different. O. Sinbad. For absolutely positively no obvious reason whatsoever, I snapped out at my weaker brother. Well. Let me rephrase that. I snapped out at him for every reason possible. I was cranky. WHY THE HECK DID WE HAVE TO MOVE AWAY?! Vidar was dark enough. Wait. Enough? Was enough enough for us three? Yellow eyes scanned Dream Falls for any others here. |
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Post by katiekitten on Mar 31, 2009 15:42:09 GMT -5
Baroque [/size][/color] The [splintering] lavish affections of a self consumed mind-[/center][/color][/font] The harsh prarie undulated before him to the east, and Baroque turned from it towards the warmer pastures of the south, picking his way leisurely towards the promise of meadows on the horizon, muzzle thrust into the wind. The breeze flitted across his hindquarters, soothing the gashes that rose there against the ashes of his pelt, the crimson droplets pooling shallowly in the hollow in his center back. He had nothing to fear, now- not that he had ever feared anything, he quickly scoffed, forcing the thought from his mind with a derisive snort. Aisad was the only one who'd dared try to attempt to follow (the only one who'd guessed), and with him gone, there was nothing left to bar his way.
Nothing left to hold him back.
(With caution and love, and neverending loyalty-)
He tossed his head to avoid the thoughts, continuing onwards. The earth forgivingly gave him more give beneath his hooves as the day wore on, and sunlight gently warmed his back, filtering through straggling shreds of cloud that seemed involved in a chase with a far off thunderhead. As the sun gradually gave way in the west, he broke through to the top of a long rolling ridge and looked out on the bracken-choked wood that sprang from its feet, marching up a series of increasingly spiked hills before meeting the heights of the far off mountain range. But his eyes were reserved for the spring that weaved its way through it, branching at the forest's edge as it crossed a foot of granite, before leaping away to the north. His throat clenched at the thought of water. That would be his destination tonight.
Reaching the first line of trees, stranded like islands in the sea of knee high grass, as the sun finally sank behind the mountains, he quenched his thirst in the nearest arm of the spring before following it deeper into the forest, half hoping to find shelter for the night. His ideals pushed aside, he aimed to find a safe haven where he could gather his thoughts and recouperate - for by now, the unavoidable ache in his hooves had graduated to an unforgiving throb that twined up his ankles. He knew he ran the risk maiming himself if he pushed himself much farther, and that was a risk he was not willing to take. His nostrils flared as he raised his nose to the air, scenting for any indication of damp, heat, and he picked his way slowly through until he was under the canopy of the trees, searching for a cave. Rest. He needed rest.
He broke off as a flicker of a memory flashed into his mind, glowing amber eyes piercing into his- and his steps faltered, confusion lowering his head.
Aisad?
A second passed as he blinked, his breath misting in the shrouded forest gloom, considering the vision- He did not- understand. That... thing had been a problem, a landslide across the beaten path. It had to be removed, and he'd done so, so why...? A long abandoned emotion stirred chokingly in his gut, and he shuddered as he recognised it as guilt. Guilt was weakness, far below him, and he could not stand the feel of it tainting his thoughts.
(gold and amber and rolling, mad eyes, before the scream of the water swallowed them up-)
A tremor ran up his legs and he found himself swaying from either side from exhaustion, weight switching dangerously between his hind legs, and he shook himself from his daze, practically snorting in relief. That was it: it was just tiredness, that's all, an unavoidable weakness that caused the memories to gather, and he stumbled forward once more, his every breath labouring.
(denial is the chocolate with the razor blade - it always gets you in the end, dear heart)
OOC: Hello! :3 May I ask if your mare has a herd? ;3 |
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Post by unknown on Apr 3, 2009 14:52:19 GMT -5
Vex I felt one nose under my belly, suckling. I allowed it to happen, although soon the twins would need to begin eating properly. I heard a little voice, tender and moany. I huffed my head down and stared into my daughters eyes. Because we don't live there anymore! I snapped, impatient. I heaved my heavy head up and heard a rustle. My ears snapped back and I whispered to Syn, Stay behind me, and don't move... I stepped forward and saw a stallion. I rolled her eyes, yet heard his breath, labored and wheezy. I rolled forward and touched my nose to his neck. Sir, be you alright? Follow me, you sound like you need a drink! My lyrics flowed like the water of the waterfall, and I pushed him gently with my nose, signaling him to follow. I walked back to Syn and snorted. |
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Post by rayvencullen. on Apr 3, 2009 15:00:04 GMT -5
MONOCEROS
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SINBAD Little bay body strode just a few steps behind his black uncle, having to keep at a trot just to match his even walking pace. "Uncle Mono, slow down!" He whined quietly, and when the white face of the Reaper looked back at him he gave a small frown before facing forward again, not once listening to his nephew's pleas for him to slow down. As he approuched dream falls there was a familiar scent in his nares, was it Exorcism's old queen? It was! It was Vex! Picking up a trot the stallion approuching, head high as he watched the mare and his niece Syn. "Evening you two." Nodding towards Syn, "Syn," and then the mare, "Vex."
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Post by katiekitten on Apr 3, 2009 17:32:05 GMT -5
Baroque [/size][/color] The [splintering] lavish affections of a self consumed mind-[/center][/color][/font] Black sparks swarmed the edges of his sight as his heavy footfalls vibrated through his leaden ankles, each one drumming steadily into his hearing until he could hear little less. The memories shivered and drew closer, flashing glimpses like the wind, cobalt manes that flickered at the edges of his irises, darkening his thoughts.
I-
The whisper of an amused breath at his ear, faint whinnies echoing as he flattened them against it-
am not-
The flick of a playful tail on his left flank, revealing itself to be, -as he skittered away, reeling- only an awry stem of ivy-
indebted-
The roar, the bellowing cry of rushing water, sweeping away anything and everything and the last thing that he-
to you!
He stumbled forward, half-blind as he fought his demons, before the outline of a mare emerging from the shadows halted his panicked escape.
"Sir, be you alright? Follow me, you sound like you need a drink!"
He barely had time to blink before she stepped delicately closer, ears slowly relaxing from their aggressive stance, a single, doe-like eye considering him with part amusement, part concern as she nudged the side of his sweat soaked neck. He flinched imperceptively, thigh muscles tensing, but he restrained himself, exhaustion clinging sophorically to his bones. He was thirsty, he knew- and now that he was somewhat calmer, he could tell that the sound of the water was not just a haunting but an actuallity - he could hear the strong murmur of a waterfall close by. Tossing his head to shake off the last of the thoughts, he attempted to speak.
"Lead on."
His voice was a harsh whisper, but it held, if only barely, and he followed her further into the wood.
As they continued, the mutter of water grew stronger, and it was not long before they pushed their way through the matted hands of the willows to a gentle clearing, a soft green slope leading to the edge of a sheltered pool. A large waterfall pounded relentlessly into it, its frothing mane spreading silver ripples across the pool, and he dragged himself towards it, drinking, with mild, regretful restraint, his fill.
(Home?)
The clatter of hooves warned off the arival of another, and he raised his head cautiously towards the sound, teeth baring in a small grimace. A small filly, shortly followed by her apparently wayward brother, tumbled into the clearing, where the mare greeted them with a snort. The distraught rustle of leaves behind them foreboded the arrival of more, and Baroque abandoned his thirst, shaking water droplet from his muzzle and drawing in a long, slow breath to scent the air. His possible haven seemed compromised before he'd even strayed here, and he thrust his tiredness from his muscles, stepping unconsciously closer to the mare as he focussed his gaze on the swaying branches. (But he was never one to give up) He snorted as he recognised the scent of a stallion, and his flanks shivered with slowly building energy.
(Bring it)
With the quick patter of unshed hooves on mossy dirt, an obsidian stallion trotted triumphantly into (his) clearing, his white crest glinting in the light of the sinking sun as he approached the mare, for the time not noticing the ashen Kaburda in the shadows beside her. Cocking his head, he pranced to a halt before the mother and her daughter and greeted them with confident nods.
"Evening you two; Syn, Vex."
Anger flaring at the lack of acknowledgement, Baroque tossed his mane and stepped curtly forward between the two and met the unnatural eye of the moon-faced stallion, his own glinting a deep, mottled brown, the colour of the rotting roots of a withered forest
"Evening."
...Don't take it personally, he is just slightly possessive. xD And proud. And arrogant. Megalomaniac, and all that jazz. He really is quite cowardly, he just doesn't realise it. x3 I may write a little much, as well - my apologies. I haven't gotten any inspiration to write something like this in a while. It's quite fun. ^_^ I'll be on a plane for nine hours tomorrow, so you'll have a break then? :x |
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Post by unknown on Apr 4, 2009 4:50:41 GMT -5
Vex I watched the stallion, with eager eyes. His body was tense yet he soon withdrew of all that. His scent was sweet and very memorable, that was mixed with the scent of another fae. I snorted at this, I turned away to see Monocerous and my son. I bowed my head and motioned Sinbad closer. Monocerous. What an unexpected surprise. Thank you for caring for little Sin. I said, sweetly, with a tint of harshness. As the unknown stallion stepped forward, between me and my brother-in-law. I had always had a soft spot for my Ex's family. I snorted and touched my nose to the stallions neck. It is alright. We are family. |
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Post by katiekitten on Apr 7, 2009 23:36:03 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for the wait! I've had a busy couple of days. xD; My posts may be a little sporadic over the next two weeks - but know that I am still writing, albeit on paper. :xBaroque [/size][/color] The [splintering] lavish affections of a self consumed mind-[/center][/color][/font] Another light touch of a soft nose to his neck, and his skin writhed where they met contact, his mood swinging from the unfamiliar experience (for he never needed anyone) but subsiding into a state of forced calm. Relaxing his aggressive stance, he (begrudgingly) stepped back from the other stallion, stubbornly retaining eyecontact from beneath his unkept forelock nevertheless despite the exhaustion that, no longer held at bay by adrenaline, returned, trembling, to his muscles. For the first time he spotted the fawn colt standing on stilted legs just a few meters away, peering at him with reserved caution. He didn't ponder the life that led to the wariness in those silent eyes.
He snorted and shifted closer to the mare and her foals. Regardless of her assurance, he was not one to trust on faith. He alone was proof enough of that.
As you well knew, my friend.
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