Forces Joining [Cap Members]

[Sohalia]

Vesta

So the group has been picked and the chosen three and I should make four. That would be four colts joining forces and trying to take over and defend the Mont's. Which I was very strong minded and I believe that if we set ours minds together we could over come anything. But I knew that my life was at risk, but some odd way. I was find with that and was at peace with knowing I might be the cause of my own death. But don't get me wrong I wasn't really for my death. Indeed I was a light, but I knew I was going to hell for my evil sins. So hell I have already broken the rules, so I thought I should do a good job.

I let my chestnut frame come to the middle of the lands. It was time to see us come together as a group. I tossed my cerebrum in the spring air while my nares widen while I let soft snorts escape from them while my sentinels flatten slightly. I then open my mug while I let a call ring out across the land, sending my sound waves bouncing around like some kind of rubber ball. I then let my copper lanterns look around the land. The spring fell was starting to rub off while the hot summer heat was beginning to replace it the cool breeze. Soon it would be the heat waves rolling in across the land, making water and food hard to find.

[Sorry I suck at starters]

[katiekitten]

Not at all - It's a great start. x3

Zander

"Liar! Killer! Demon!

Back to the river Aras
Someone's blank stare deemed it Warfare.

Liar! Killer! Demon!
Back to the river Aras

Freedom...
Freedom...
We're free."

Zander's ears pricked against the wind, relishing the feeling of the cooler air in the midst of the summer heatwave, forelock flicking before his hazel eyes. The sun had long breached the high point in the sky, and he could feel the weariness of the day weighing practically on his bones, dropping the step of his feet. He'd been travelling for quite some time now, trekking across this low, parched, deserted plane, running from nothing, searching for something - but what it was he had no clue. He wasn't used to feeling confused; it bothered him: contradicted his logical, philosophically-inquistive nature that he prided himself for, but over the last couple of days it had torn through his thoughts almost constantly until he felt almost at home with it. It wasn't particularly pleasant, and he felt as if he was permanently lost, but it was one of the only things that hadn't changed.

(he didn't recognised the expression in her eyes, they were wrong, off somehow, like... something had torn them out and replaced them with an alien's. They were cold. Like ashen stone. The green flecks that surrounded the iris peeled off of the pupil like dying moss on a frozen cliff-side)

He trotted automatically onwards, nose directed at the sunset as the sinking sun sent golden beams shimmering off of his silver flanks, quietly pushing the memory and accompanying, uncomfortable thoughts out of his head.

A bugled call in the distance.

He paused, hooves freezing in place midstep, lifted as his front foot was, ears flicking automatically towards the sound. He was now nearing the center of the plane he'd been journeying through, a few scraggly plants clinging to the sand the only life he could see until the dusky, sheer cliffs cut off his line of sight. He carefully lowered his foot and took a single cautious step forward, nostrils flaring as he tried to scent the source of the call.

The second call went up as his nose was flooded with the scent of a young stallion, close, but not overly so, somewhere to his left within a set of lowlying hills, and he stiffened slightly in caution, turning fully in that direction and analyzing the tone of the call. He had no idea where he was, or whose territory he'd strayed into it - he knew it wasn't his herd's, in any case, he'd passed those boundaries three days ago, and for the first time it hit him just how dangerous a situation he had put himself in. Outside the herd, alone and out in the middle of nowhere, he was vulnerable to attack, if any horse had a penchant to do so, and at his age, he'd be defeated and even killed within minutes. The tribes of the southern forests, he knew, were very protective of their borders, and if he encountered any likeminded patrols here out west, he'd not even have a chance in hell of escaping. No chance at all, god no, and by the end there would only be scraps of pulped flesh on shattered bone for the scavengers to pick off.

(The thought thrilled him)

[Nevaeh]

Lucius

My black pillars moved my young colt body over the dying ground, looking around the land I could see this land in all of its glory in my mind. Just a shame that the rain has not made the appearance for the year yet, I really hoped that I got to see this land when rain came, cause despite that there was a drought going on it still looked very beautiful threw my orbs.
I had got a message from a little bird that go come and find a colt who goes by the name of Vesta. Muscles underneath my mouse dun skin as I two beat across the land looking for a young colt I had heard of and not seen before, and with the little information I had to go on was not that much at all. My grulla auds prick forward listening to the quietness for the surrounding area of fall, then my dark colored orbs saw to young colts not far away from where I was standing. I opened my blackish little spotted maw as my lyrics came out, Is one of you here Vesta?

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Nevvy’s Notes:
Horse: Lucius
Muse: Good for a very first post
Comments: Aww such a cutie.
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[! CHOCOLATE BUNNY !]

Kolby

I extended my palomino legs as I cantered forward and into DV. I was in one of the gangs, The Caps'. I hated the Monts' since my father was such a bastard and that made me hate him so much. I haven't seen my mother since she gave birth to me which was about a year ago. My father had to take care of me but of course, He failed terribly and when I was 6 months old, I ran away from him and wondered around for about 4 months before finding the Caps'. I was friendly with all the the members but Vesta was my favorite one. I heard three colts as I canted closer, My black crow over my head was directing me in the direction by his squawks. I could feel the vibrations of the other members ahead of me in the ground so I stopped. The black crow landed on my withers as I walked to the right and stopped next to what my black crow described as a grulla colt. I rammed into the grulla colt and I let out a small cry as I smashed my head into his withers. "Sorry! Vesta, Good to not see you" I said, Snickering. Vesta knew that I was blind and so he would understand my joke. I looked around even though I couldn't see. I was trying to act like I could see so the other members wouldn't think of me as the weaker colt of the pack.

[Sohalia]

Vesta
Are you really to play?



Take A Picture! It Will Last Longer!

I stood in the middle of the sandy desert area of the land, waiting for the new members to come. I knew I was atleast two years older that most of them, with myself being the age of three years, my full brother Meth, the Mont's leader was a year younger than myself. But I knew with me being more older, I was more alert and more caring about my follow members of the caps. I would be like the bigger brother, watching over them, not letting anyone mess with them. But I would let them do as they please, find a mate, start fights and steal mares. I was fine with whatever they did.

I lifted my chestnut cerebrum higher while I watched the first colt stepping forward, wondering about like he was lost. Sentinels whirled around to catch the sounds that he made, but I only caught the sounds of his talons as he moved closer toward me. I then knew who he was. It was Zander. I notice his Grey flesh as it was blanketed with dapples, his black knee high socks. He looked tough and could hold his ground, just the thing I was looking for. I let my copper lanterns make contact with his brown lanterns while I began to speak toward him. Hello there Zander. Its nice to see that you have made it.

I then heard another set of talons coming forth toward us. I broke eye contact with Zander to see who was coming. It was Lucius. The first thing I notice about this Grulla colt was his stocky frame. I could tell that he held the bloodlines of a Friesian. He seemed very strong for his age and I was very pleased that he had joined the gang. I the notice the words that he spoke toward me. I then open my chestnut mug while I began to answer him. I'm Vesta, Lucius. Its nice to see that you would like to help out. I let a slight smirk form upon my mug.

Another set of talons broke the silents while I notice Kolby as he held the same Friesian blood as Lucius. I notice while he stepped forth, his black crow landed upon his withers and began to guide him. Indeed I knew that this young colt was blind, some made seen that it was a weakness. But I think he was a long way from being weak. He couldn't see, but he was born blind, in the darkness since day one. This colt already made it this far and he could tell you things that we couldn't hear. He learned to use sound as his sight and that wasn't a weakness. It was then I notice how he ran into Lucius. I let my chestnut frame tense waiting for Lucius actions. We was like brothers now and thats how we should treat each other. I then notice the words that he began to speak toward me. I began to speak toward him after. Hello there Kolby. Indeed, it is, but its nice to see you.

So everyone was here now. This was the Cap's gang. I let my copper lanterns moves from each one while my sentinels flickers listening to any sounds that was made in the distance, but nothing. I then began to speak about our reason here. Ill explain about what we do here. We are each others brothers now and shall be each treated with the same respect. What we do is get the young ladies and fight when need be. If we see a Mont's member, we attack them worthless fools. We also treat the ladies with respect here, so no dirty thoughts about them, long if they belong to you alone. If you bite off to much you can handle, call me or one of your brothers and we shall come help, because we take care of each other. I then caught me breath while I began to speak once more. We will steal some ladies, but it will be with a fight, which if you don't want to fight, thats fine. I like to do the dirty work. If anyone has anything to ask. You are more than welcome. This land is also a secret and no one should know where we are at. I also forgot to tell you. We already have one filly here name Dana. You will meet her after our small meeting. I let my long chestnut whip core beat upon my sides waiting for someone to speak.

[Patch]

My head was filled with good thoughts. I was happy, which was surprising, considering I had been cornered into this land. Hiding behind a sand dune, green orbs stared straight ahead at the vast arid land called Death Valley North. Some might call it misfortune that I chanced upon the terra, but I'd rather call it good luck; as far as I knew, Elixar Grove was in the hands of another. That was the sad truth. But actually, to be honest, I liked it here. Bay speckled bodice whipped around, and lively pistons trotted forward. When I got to the top of the dune, I reeled with surprise. The gang had gathered, and again it was obvious there was no way out. I had to get in the meeting. Audits perked up hearing my name. Hoping I wasn't disturbing them, I walked up forward and greeted the Caps, 'Hello there, fellows. Body was shaking the whole time. I was desperately praying inside that I wasn't bothering them.

[katiekitten]

Sorry for the wait - I was without internet and phone lines the entire weekend. Sorry as well for the length, and I'm afraid I'm agnostic - just like the song. :x

Edit: xD You sniped me, Patch! *edits in*

Zander

"So from the cliffs and highest hill, yeah
We would gladly get our fill
Howling endlessly and shrilly at the dawn
And I lost the taste for judging right from wrong

For my flesh had turned to fur, yeah
And my thoughts, they surely were
Turned to instinct and obedience to God"

"Hello there Zander." The deep voice of the chestnut colt rumbled from its chest, rolling through the younger foal as the deep, red-tinted amber eyes caught his gaze and held it. "It's nice to see that you have made it."

-A flicker of a memory of a glade, a shadow, a firm, commanding voice-

He shook his head in the midday sun, casting aside the thought and nodding in response, breaking the contact to glance at the other horses slowly gathering at this otherwise insignificant point- but the confusion muffled his perception again, distracting him with niggling voices itching at the back of his mind. He snorted and stamped in frustration, shaking his head once more as if worrying a hare like some mottled canine. He was so goddamned sick of being so out of sorts, by the gods -Green woven through chestnut, wreathing around black- he could feel his sanity slipping away, one beleagured thread at a time, and the knowledge that he was losing himself was steadily killing him. He hadn't slept sensibly in weeks, the insomnia plaguing him even before he left, and as the days had trailed by his ghosts had torn little pieces off of his heart-self, his soul.

But not on his watch.

Gathering his will, he forcefully dragged his mind out of the past and concentrated on the present, repressing the memories even as his eyes teared at the mere touch of them, a single droplet glistening on the edge of his eyelashes.

He would not regret. He would not reminisce. He would not remember.

Because he did not need to.

He watched in his minds eye as the flickers of memory from the last half a year fluttered out like the summer butterflies, dying in the first frosts of autumn. Hours trickling in a silent flood down the awaiting abyss.

Freedom.

(at what cost? but he didn't care)

He slowly drew himself away and back to the present, emotionally distancing himself from those times, mind clearing as he forcefully drove a wedge through his very thoughts, curtailing them mid-repete. He didn't know where he was, but he believed he knew why - yes, as the clouds raised from his mind it rose quiet simply from his fractured memories: the memory of the summons to this far desert. His mental barriers quivered slightly as he brushed so close to them, and for a second he wavered, the lone tear shivering as he himself trembled, but as it tipped and fell down his cheek, rolling a single track through the dust, he recovered, gathering himself together again. The commanding voice of the colt-almost-stallion (Vesta, if he remembered correctly) filled the silence between the hills once more, and he was drawn, gratefully, towards it. He was going to be fine, it was all going to be alright. He wouldn't lose himself.

He examined his fellow 'capulets', his composure returning, if now slightly emotionally unbalanced. Different feelings coursed through his veins - his despair flicking from passion to fury in seconds. The hormonal response inequivicably made him slightly restless.

"...We will steal some ladies, but it will be with a fight, which if you don't want to fight, thats fine. I like to do the dirty work..."

The chestnut grinned ferally, a savage edge lifting the edges of his lips. Zander felt his turbulent blood stir excitedly in response.

To his right, a strongly built, dun, Fresian mixblood - streaks of black tracing from his ancestry visible in his long, rippled tail and mane as well as his knee high stockings, as dark as onyx in the stark midday light. A strong fighter, indeed, if not a strong leader - he could see them charging side by side across the countryside, screaming a trumpetting battlecry at the twilight sky, ears flattened defiantly against their heads-

"...If anyone has anything to ask. You are more than welcome. This land is also a secret and no one should know where we are at..."

To his left, a juxtaposition of a horse - although a similar build to the other fresian halfbreed, his palomino coat only further paled his blank, frosted eyes that remained almost motionless despite the colt's attempt to cover its disability. Its ears, though, swivelled almost constantly, obviously drinking in every sound, and he doubted that the horse's lack of sight actually hampered it all that much. This doubt was affirmed as the content crow that rested casually on the foal's hindquarters caught his gaze and uttered a harsh caw, directing the colt's head instantly in his direction. He simply grinned at it, flicking his tail.

Scout.

"...I also forgot to tell you- We already have one filly here name Dana."

His captain himself standing opposite him, towering in the furious midday light. His chestnut pelt glimmered over his powerful frame as he surveyed them all with eager eyes, tail skirting idly over his hindquarters. Zander silently returned his gaze, usual excitement stirring in his gut at the challenge held in his words.

"You will meet her after our small meeting."

Approaching hoofbeats from the north. He switched his position to face it, ears flicked towards the source of the sound, kneading hooves revealing his antsy nerves. A bay foal trotted swiftly up the nearest curve of a hill, blatantly unaware of the horses who waited atop it, head held high before it crested the bank and stopped almost dead in its tracks at the sight of them. Zander watched it with slight trepidation, raising his nose into the wind to catch its scent, nostrils flaring.

Anxiety, faded adrenaline and sweat. Not a coward, then.

Good.

He stepped casually closer as the other shuffled nearer itself, noting the slight tremble that rippled down the other's body.

"Hello there, fellows," it - she, he corrected himself, recognising the scent - greeted with forced confidence.

"Welcome," he murmured back. "And who may you be?"

[Nevaeh]

Lucius

As my little yearling auds prick forward listening to what the other young colts were saying to each other. It was strange hearing others speak, well apart from my mum and dad that was, but the leader of the our group, was a few years older then me, but that did not matter to me. As the names of the other young colts where mention around the place.

I was still not fully grown but I was still getting taller by the day, it pretty straight forward by looking at my strange colored body, to know that I was crossed with an Appaloosa. As my orbs looked around at different horses around the place, I knew that I could fit right in and be at home with them. My auds then flicked again, as I heard some more daggers upon the grass coming forward towards the meeting for the colts, then my dark greyish spotted nares opened wider, I caught the scent of a filly.

For the moment in time I did not have much to say, but I was just glad that I had found this place and had found who I was looking for at last. Even though I knew it had taken me a while to fine this place, since no one knew where it was or how to get there, plus me still only being a yearling meant I also like to have fun a play.

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