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[jazzjazz]

Wanted

no comfort in the truth.

Step. Stumble. Climb. Stumble. Would he ever make it up this God forsaken hill. Dull hideous rocks and shards and pebbles tumbled down from his wary pace like rein. A narrow path was all that availed itself to his weary feet and yet he climbed. And climbed. And finally climbed some more. Stumbling as he went. The rock face looked sheer as he came upon it, but the goat path was easy enough to find once he was nearer to it.

Great. A hole. The already narrow passage decided to present the fool traveller with a gap in its sequence. What to do. Not much. Turning back wasn't even an option at this point. Going up was now the only way down other than falling a good fifteen or twenty something feet to the hard dry ground, callused and cracked from the lack of rain this summer. Ahh but spring was here, surely promising some sort of plentiful refreshment should he decide to sate his dire thirst.

Doubt it. What was the point. A warm breeze ruffled his russet mane, flipping it over his thick cresty neck to rest on the wrong side, and feathered his foreward tendrils over his eyes. Now he could hide, but could he see the damn path? What was this place? Hell? Nah. Just another crappy terrain that he was crossing to pass the time. Was it even worth the time? Probably not.

Stepping lightly to the wide ledge that jutted from the mountainside he peered down at the lands below. He could turn around here and climb slowly back down. Be faster to jump. Or fall. Whatever. Emitting a shrill whinny he turned contemplating his downward spiral.

pain is all you find.

OOC: done!
WC: 284
(C) to JAZZ on MA.

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[lynx'']

I hadn't stepped out of my land from a few weeks. I had been to busy exploring and talking with my female companions to wander around much. But now, as they roamed around Elixar Grove taking in all the new scents and sights the summer brought - i thought it wouldn't hurt to take a morning stroll. Gruella mountain was a place i had never wandered through - until now. I took in all the new smells. Mostly, i picked up colts, and loner stallions and a sudden thought crossed my mind. i could find a beta here! or atleast a male companion. sure i loved my mares with all my heart but a guy needed some male talks every now and again. most of my wounds had healed now - from the fight i had with Noel two seasons ago - although my right shoulder still clicked and jarred itself every now and again - making it difficult to walk without the slightest limp.

My silver dapple based pelt shone in the morning summer sun as i took a winding path, increasing the distance between me and the ground. I wasn't scared. I was rarely scared, being still quite young, i didn't see life as threatening as i would do in a few years time. I was unusual to look at. what with black socks, seiving out into black rings upto my knees, after that, they faded grey and matched the shade of my base pelt. I had black birdcatcher spots around my eyes and muzzle too - very strange markings, and they came from my father who carried a rare colour gene. I gave a low snort and dared myself up into a faster gait - moving with as much grace as i could manage as i trotted along this winding path. My breed - mustang - made it easy for me to twist and turn to follow the route , lame or not.

I picked up a strong scent - that of a stallion. I didn't reconise the male - perhaps he had only wandered through the gates of Midnight Acres. I let a low loose whinny escape my grey coloured muzzle as i picked my way through the loose stones and pebbles and found myself face to face with a skewbald fellow on a large clearing. I cleared my throat - audits preched forwar don my poll as my gree eyes searched into his. "Hello there bronc. I am Ketamine - mighty king of Elixar Grove - what might your grand title be sir?" I asked his with grave respect in my tones - i was brought up never to fight or argue, and to always respect those you knew - and often those you didn't. I shifted my stance slightly, resting a hind to show my great confidence and calmness aobut this 'could be' sticky situation.


Character: Ketamine
Status: complete
Word Count: 492
Comments: we all love K ! be nice to him! could i ask you to possibly cut that image? its stretching the boards lmao XD

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[jazzjazz]

Wanted

no comfort in the truth

Jump fool!! His conscience was begging him to end his suffering, but somehow he just couldn't do it. Did that make him a coward? Grunting inwardly he took a small step onto the steep descent he had just climbed. Rocks and shards of mountain cascaded down in and painful rain. Pity whatever lie below it. They were getting almost as bad of a day as Wasted, and this certainly wasn't his best day.

Things were just escalating, no...spiraling was a better word. Escalation would indicated something probably going up? Maybe, but not in this case. Things were down, and not just literally. Everything was down for him lately. This godforsaken mountain had him going down, life was crashing around him and it seemed like death was just too easy an answer.

Risks. Now that was an answer that he could "possibly" live with, depending on the outcome. Sliding a painted hind forward on the rocky goat path he dropped his weight back on his heavy hindquarters and raised his shoulders, slinging his head back angrily. All at once the wind was smashing into his face, whipping his mane, his tail tearing and catching on rocks and under his feet. They clawed at his legs and body, scratching and cutting his tender flesh.

Orbs were tightly shut, auds plastered to his neck. He didn't hear smell or see the noble steed perched below him. Crashing down the bottom of the slope he snorted, blowing the dust and debris from his caked nostrils directly onto the steeds legs. Gaining his feet unsteadily he stood spraddled a second, blinking the dust from his eyelashes, trying to clear his hazy vision. A blur was blocking his sight. A big grey rock...or something. Frustration shimmered over him and he struck out in irritation before thinking or waiting for his dust blurred vision to clear completely.

Stepping back to turn away from the obstruction he ran back into his former trail, and the mountain face. Confused he turned, vision finally starting to clear. Embarassment washed over him then wariness. Another equine, nares flared delicately in response, and a stallion. Hmfph. He had spoken respectfully though. Arching his cresty neck his flints scarred a stacatto on the hard earth as he moved closer again to the steed. This could be tricky, after all I did strike out unprovoked.Hello Ketamine. My name is "Wasted".

pain is all you find.

OOC: done!
WC: 397
(C) to JAZZ on MA.

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[lynx'']

I took in a deep breath - wincing slightly as a sharp pain shot through my broken ribs. They would heal soon, but it was still extremely painful when i took a deep breath. There was alot of noise close by and when the stallion was close enough to speak to i spoke to him again - after he had answered me. "You are making a mess - Wasted. What is it your trying to do?" I asked with a polite tone - curious, of course. My dark grey tail flicked smartly upon my rump - squarely squashing a loner fly that landed and tickled my pelt. I cleared my throat and spoke once more - eager to get a conversation out of this stressed male. "are you new to the lands of midnight acres - wasted? If you have no where to go - i welcome you back to my home. Of course, we will have to get to know eachother first, so some sort of questionaire is in order - i think." I spoke clearly and rested a hind leg - awaiting some reply from him.


Character: Ketamine
Status: complete
Word Count: 193
Comments: I am terribly sorry about this - my muse has died and i'm not feeling too good. -hides- i hope you can work with it jazzy <3

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[jazzjazz]

Wanted

no comfort in the truth

Neck arched, still a bit wary he eyed the sterling creature who seemed so relaxed before him. Whats this colts problem? He seemed friendly enough, but Wanted learned a hard lesson long ago, don't trust other stallions, his own sire taught him that well enough. It just wasn't worth the risk.

Regarding the steel beast carefully he assessed him quickly, remaining ever cautious. Hmm. Seems fit. Appears to be overcoming some injuries or something. So confirms he's a fighter. Must be a good one too if he's won, and still standing here. A respectful attitude joined his wary one with ease. He could definitly respect this brute, after all he had given the same gift only moments ago. Hmphf. For now.

Baritone pipes were winding around casual words as the stallion spoke. Ha. The steed probably thought he was crazy. Well that was true enough, but he had already come to terms with that simple fact. Depression rocked his painted body like an earthquake at times. His actions tended to be viewed as a little odd in these times. Deep timbered voice softly rattled as he finally spoke to Ketamine. I didn't see you there at first. My apologies.

The steed didn't really seem actually bothered by his clumsy run in, only curious it would seem. He actually looked a little bored in the painted steeds presence. That came as no suprise though, being a loner by nature Wasted really wasn't much for conversation, and tended to struggle a bit with this "small talk". A rumbling laugh snorted out of his dark muzzle at the steeds invitation and he quickly composed his face. No offense Old Gray, but I prefer to wander alone for now. Knowing that he would soon seek the solace of a mare he would prefer to seek his own lands. None of this creatures business though, nice as he seemed. They may face each other on a battlefield one day...who could really know?

pain is all you find.

OOC: finally done. He isn't trying to be rude. Its just his nature lol. Oh and I am still working on the pics haha. I have them all going at once. GAH. its madness hehe.
WC: 328
(C) to JAZZ on MA.

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[lynx'']

when he spoke, i nodded firmly. A welcoming smile upon my lips - "No worries wasted." I spoke clearly, but a frown came across my features when i saw his uneasiness around me, realy was i that un trustworthy?! i snorted and my frown deepened a little. "What is it...aobut me?" I asked - wanting to know why there was tension in the air.

With his next words i couldn't help but look away - i really needed a right hand man for my group - what if something was to happen to me? I needed someone strong there to pick up the pieces and lead my mares to safety. I stared at the ground for a moment longer before looking into his eyes - my deep forest green opticals clashing with his. "Very well - 'tis a shame, though" I managed, before once looking away again. "what is it you seek then, Wasted - if you refuse immediate safety - what is it you want." I asked - curious. I didn't look at him this time, as not to put him in pressure, but kept my eyes on a golden eagle that flew through the calm, hot skies instead.

Character: Ketamine
Status: complete
Word Count: 208
Comments: =( aweh! no wasted =(

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[jazzjazz]

haha. Coming soon.

I'll have him come around to being K's wing man. lol. But he is unpredicatable just to let you know.

He is going to find some mares also.

[lynx'']

yeah - if you read Elixar Groves' heirachy, it says he can have a wifey and they can have kiddies too xD aslong as he doesn't dis-obay him!

[jazzjazz]

k i will reply asap.

[jazzjazz]

Wanted

no comfort in the truth

Watching the steel statue before him he chuckled somewhere deep in his mind, mood shifting dangerously as usual. The steed before him looked everywhere but directly at him, his eyes wandering to the sky, feinting interest in a bird cutting through the sweet air. Prancing lightly in place, he snorted, it felt good to have the depression lifted for a moment. When he wasn't in that vast hole of oblivion that his sick mind created, he was actually pretty pleasant to be around. And he knew the vacation would not last long. Taking advantage of the momentary cease fire in his head, he let an exuberant bellow escape his painted lips. I will join your lands Ketamine, but I will settle for no less than the Kings Advisor. Struggling to maintain his pleasant mood, a dark loomed over, threatening to drag him under once again. His body quivered with the effort as he spoke, voice clear and deep. I should warn you though...my mood swings, are consuming and terrible to say the least. But I am young and strong, and loyal. I can serve you well.

pain is all you'll find

OOC: Sorry its so short Hope its enough lol.
WC:

[lynx'']

great i'l post in EG for him soon XD