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Post by Nevaeh on Apr 3, 2009 4:43:25 GMT -5
Mira A Storm Brewing
I knew I was still young but my mood was getting a lot worse now, I kept on seeing more and more trees around me while I tried to figure the way out into the open and backwards the waterfall part of Hollow Woods. As I blinked I kept on seeing more double of trees that was getting me very dizzy walking around in stupid cirucles for no reason.
Getting very sick of see trees all around me, my back legs kick out hoping to hear my rear hooves upon a tree that I had see right behind me, but as I did not hear a little thud against a tree I turned around and it was there. White clouds of air came out my little nares as I did a snort. Now where did that stupid bird go. Never there when you need them. As my dark colored eyes looked around again, i could feel like i was going dizzy as everything was moving around me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nevvy’s Notes Horse: Mira Muse: Good I think Comments: Will get better, not good at starter posts.
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Post by Sohalia on Apr 3, 2009 8:59:15 GMT -5
Droja Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!
Take A Picture! It Will Last Longer!
I was coming along nicely with my wounds from my last fight. I was fit and really to fight again. Which after the herd meeting and no one wanted to fight me. I had a little surprise fight with someone. That damn baster will get whats coming to him. It would be pain and a world of hurt from me. I was getting angry just thinking of the thoughts that came to my mind.
I let out a snort while I worked the borders along Hollow Woods making sure no bitches wanted to sneak in. The herd was full and we couldn't have that now. Could we? It was then I let my nares flares while I took in scents of the morning foggy air. I could smell rotting carcasses in the distance, but nothing major alerted me. I also caught the scent of young Mira. I let out a slight smirk while I begin to let my path detour. Maybe she would tell my her mothers secret. Would that be something.
Painted carcass shifts forward. The blanket of fog that dance above the earth began to settle upon my pelt making it damp. I let my flesh flinch at the dampness upon me. I was then my sentinels here a thump off into the distance. I let my cerebrum shot up, sentinels flicker while I used them for my back up eyes, while my left copper lantern scans my surroundings. My nares flares while I then knew it was Mira. I began to move forth stepping out of the shadows for Mira to see me. I then began to stalk forward toward her, not making a sound with a grin held upon my painted mug. It was then I let my voice into the world for her to hear. Hello there puppet. How are you doing tis morning? Good? Away from your mother I see.
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Post by Nevaeh on Apr 3, 2009 9:32:25 GMT -5
Mira A Storm Brewing
Dark ebony orbs looked around for that stupid bird to show me which way my mum had gone, but alas I did not see anything, apart from annoying black ravens. Suddenly I got a scent of a horse I sort of recognized, I was not paying really much attention to what was happening around me, that was until my reddish colored auds prick forward hearing lyrics coming from behind me, turning my whole red roan body around towards the painted mare. As my greyish colored maw opened my little vocals came out My name is not puppet, plus I do not have any strings attached to my body. No reason to say I have to stay with my mother every hour of the day. [/size] I then tried to look for that stupid bird where had it gone, I then lowered my crown back down and to face Droja. Do you know where my mother’s stupid bird is? So How are you going to cut my tongue out?[/size] I knew I had something to keep a hold of but not from that stupid bird, I then stuck my tongue out at her. [/color][/center]
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Post by Sohalia on Apr 3, 2009 9:53:26 GMT -5
Droja Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!
Take A Picture! It Will Last Longer!
I listen to her words toward me. I let out a slight chuckle, for a new born filly she was very brave, smarting off to all the wrong people without her mother not around. Then she was so demanding toward me, the queen. I most say this filly isn't going to go far if she keeps up like this. She would meet the wrong horse one day that would put her in her place. I would, but right now I wanted to know something that she knew. But if Mira wanted to play this game with me. Who was to say I couldn't play it back?
I let her finish telling me all her words toward me. I then let out a slight chuckle toward her. So she didn't like what I called her did she now. Are you going to make me stop calling you that? Also when your young, you never know what might be stalking in the shadows. Remember that. I stood there, my painted bodice relax knowing that she wasn't going to do nothing. Then she wanted to know how I could rip her tongue out of her. That was real easy for me to do. She just would make it easier with her tongue sticking out at me. I then let out a slight smirk upon my painted mug while I then began to speak once more toward her. Well Puppet, that would be easy. I might tell you later on, but not now.
I then began to think, how can I get the thing I needed to know out of Mira's mouth. I could beat her, but she was to young. If I was going to beat anyone. I wanted them to be strong and big enough to fight me back. I then had a idea. My voice began to speak out toward her. If you want me to tell you how to rip someones tongue out and stop calling you Puppet. Whats in it for me? Nothing. But if you tell me what your mother is hiding from everyone. I will stop calling you Puppet and tell you how to do that. Your choice, Puppet. I then let another slight smirk form upon my painted mug while I waited to see her reaction toward me. It was her choice to choose. She can me a good girl or a naughty one. But her action would depends on how I would react toward her. So for her, she need to make a right choice.
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Post by Nevaeh on Apr 3, 2009 20:43:26 GMT -5
Mira A Storm Brewing
I half listen to what she was saying because my mind was mainly on looking for my mum stupid bird. As I heard the thing she was after my tongue came out and licked my greyish colored maw, as I knew something that the painted mare wanted to know about my mum’s secret she was hiding for the rest of the herd. I then began to think of how not to tell her, and the other part of my brain was split between how to tell her, and looking for that stupid owl. Miss Bossy does not know something. [/size] I gave a little giggle as I began to think of what to not say. Hearing flapping of wings near by without looking up I knew who it was, it was my mother stupid owl, when I knew the owl was in the right place, raising my crown I opened my maw at the owls tail to get a few feathers, but nothing that noticeable. As I lowered my little reddish colored crown I then faced towards the painted mare that I knew was called Droja. Well that is not much of a deal, but I’m really surprised you have not figured it out all ready, others say or smart but I do not think your that smart at all.[/size] then my reddish short foal banner tickled my little flanks. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nevvy’s Notes Horse: Mira Muse: Good Comments: You have seen Malfoy? Well this is the mare version. She will say soon, just think of her like Malfoy tells when he wants to tell, and then but that brain into a filly and their you have Mira. [/center][/color]
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Post by Sohalia on Apr 3, 2009 21:20:41 GMT -5
Droja Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!
Take A Picture! It Will Last Longer!
I watched Mira's actions as she just seem to look for the owl that flew around. I listen the flapping of the wings as the large bird stalked over the top of us. It was just shortly after I then heard the young mares words towards me. Miss Bossy does not know something. It was then my painted bodice began to tense slightly. I let my one eye pierce into her flesh while I waited for the next set of words that came out from her. I was fine till I heard the words that was spoken toward me. But I do not think your that smart at all. I shook my cerebrum side to side. I couldn't believe that the filly said this out loud. She wasn't as smart as I thought.
It was then my taste buds tasted blood. I began to foam slightly at the mouth. I was going into my blood thirsty mood swing. Yes this filly just said the wrong words to me. Indeed it wasn't like me to fight newborns because I believe that all foals of darkness should atleast have a chance to live, a chance to breath the rotting flesh and a chance to taste blood. But the filly was pushing her chances with me.
I couldn't control myself, the blood was like my drug, my own brand of heroin. I closed my eye lid as I tryed to control myself but I couldn't. I open my eye lid showing my copper eye. But the only thing was wrong, it had rolled white. It was then felt my painted limbs brings me toward the filly in a dash. I extend my boa toward her, my yellow fangs showing as they lashed out at her like a wolf hunting its prey. But you could say I did control myself a little. My attack wasn't to kill her yet. It was a warning type thing.
I began to circle around Mira like a hungry beast that hasn't eaten in a while. I let my white lantern scan over her youth flesh to see if my yellow fangs made contact with her flesh. Sentinels flickers while I listen for any sounds to be made in the distance. I then began to speak toward her as my words came out as a growl. Your going to start showing some manners puppet or I'm going to teach you some and put you in a world full of hurt and disbelief. I don't give a damn what anyone thinks about it. Do you get that? I still circle the filly like she was my own toy, she better start showing some manners, start talking or start calling for her mommy. But right now, her own mother couldn't even save her, she was slowly becoming my prey, my next meal.
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Post by Nevaeh on Apr 4, 2009 13:18:29 GMT -5
Mira A Storm Brewing
watching as the painted mare circled around my little red roan body, my red auds went back into my dark reddish colored mane as she tried to bite me, I just watched as she kept going around me like I was a little rabbit for some hungry mutt. As I heard her lyrics coming towards my little auds, as I lifted my little foal crown up, as my lyrics came out I could try to use manners better, but I make no promises. [/size] shaking my little red roan crown which in turned shock my tiny foal little body. As I moved my darker colored red pillars out of the area I had been standing in for a while. I then my long pink tongue came out and licked my greyish colored lips, I knew I would have to say soon cause I was starting to get hungry. My greyish colored maw opened and my little lyrics came out, Well my mum’s secret is she is a light, that loves living in a dark land.[/size] I knew I had told her my mum’s secret, but I knew my mum would also probably would not tell the truth about it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nevvy’s Notes Horse: Mira Muse: Good at start/bad at end Comments: Sorry muse ran out. [/center][/color]
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Post by Sohalia on Apr 4, 2009 13:42:21 GMT -5
Droja Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!
Take A Picture! It Will Last Longer!
I let my still white lantern watch how Mira lower her sentinels upon her upper boa. I still circled her tiny figure, my painted bodice tensed slightly more as I was getting really to pounce. But then I heard her words that she spoke toward me. So she would try to use manners. Trying was better than nothing, but she would use manners with me. I really didn't care anymore, it was then I heard her next words come out. I came to a halt in my tracks as I stop circling her. I lifted my cerebrum higher while my once white lantern changed back to copper. I turn my cerebrum too look at her with a blank look upon my visage. My painted bodice still tense while I began to think. I just couldn't understand why Intrepid and Chaos would let a light live in one of the darkness lands on Midnight Acres. This was the first time something couldn't click in my wicked brain. But what Mira said did make sense to me. She didn't talk unless she was spoken to so that was a good cover up for her. I also knew that she wouldn't tell everyone that she was a light. But there was one thing I could do about it. Which I knew it wasn't much because if she lived in this land. I already knew that both Chaos and Intrepid knew her secret so there wasn't no point in going to them about this. I guess I would have to take manners into my on hands later on, but not now.
I then walked forward a few steps while I came to another halt, half of me was stock and the other half wanted to kill. But killing her wasn't on my list to do's. I the looked back to young Mira while I began to speak toward her. My words was normal as the white foam began to dry itself at the corner of my painted mug. Good Girl Mira! I then looked off into the distance while I let my nares flares while I took scent of Thea. Then my copper lantern looked at Mira while I began to speak once more toward her. Your mother is that way dear. Also don't worry this will be our little secret. I wasn't going to let anymore know that Mira told me her mother's secret. What was the point in that. I might need to know something from her again one day.
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Post by Nevaeh on Apr 6, 2009 19:58:45 GMT -5
Mira A Storm Brewing
For once I fully listened to what the painted mare was saying towards me, my black orbs watched the paint mare as she stopped going around and around me like I was a dizzy duck. I wondered what she was going to do with the news I had just told her, but I knew my mum would not tell me off in front of anyone, cause that is just not how Thea behaves. Hearing my name my red auds pricked forward as I gave a little foal nod towards the painted fae know as Droja, I knew I said I would try my manners, but I could not help being cheeky cause that is what I like to do. Okay miss bossy Dr…Droja. [/size] as I trotted away from the painted fae, I turned around and stuck my long pink tongue out at her again, but my black orbs showed that something was inside me that need to come out and would come out when I was older, I followed the scent towards where she had said my mum was. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nevvy’s Notes Horse: Mira Muse: Not the best sorry Comments: End of post? [/center][/color]
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Post by Sohalia on Apr 7, 2009 16:23:28 GMT -5
Yeppers nev its the end of post
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