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Post by rayvencullen. on Apr 21, 2009 10:14:34 GMT -5
the hoofbeats against the earth the irrelevant, flashes of gold and white would become apparent to the eye if you looked hard enough. the filly's head was lowered at a considerable angle to keep her balance upon the running stage, every once in a while she'd look up at something transparent and give a blank smile. stilts were slender yet built up to a quarter horse's standard, painted the deepest shade of gold you could ever imagine with the occassional dapples here and there upon her sides and shoulders. upon her lip there was a small pink mark that extended from her top kisser to the base of her left nostril while a craggly stripe ran from the center of her facade to the base of that pink marking. eyes would be a shade of blue, but right now they were completely white, giving off the illusion that she was for sure blind. but she wasn't, she was a spirit seeker.
raising her nose to the sky she let out a deafening call, pumping her limbs harder and harder until she finally had to stop under a shady oak tree. there she stood, head lowered while breath came in ragged spurts to try and get her lungs filled. she was mumbling something under her breath that was incoherent, but soon the white flushed from her eyes and bright blues were revealed for all the world to see. lipping silently at the blades below she gave a tired sigh, looking around for any sort of danger or anyone who would pose a threat.
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Post by lynx'' on Apr 21, 2009 10:46:40 GMT -5
I scented the girl before i saw her. My brow furrowed a little but i pressed on, hooves slipping delicately into the long summer grass blades - making my approch silent apart fromn the ever so faint murmer of kiki muttering directions for me. "i see her now, Methodone! she's pretty, golden. Careful - like i said, stubborn..."
A hissing came from my ears - where she rested, on my poll - invisable to most because she was so small. I walked slowly on - not increasing the speed, an attmept to keep my heart beating at a regular level - i couldn't excite myself now. Not now, i'd loose my temper if she barked at me. I simply couldn't afford to let her leave. I was designed for this though - my pelt was attractive - unusual colourings and markings - green eyes. My voice, silky almost; deep and seducing. My temper was stubborn - arrogent infact. I was the bad guy - the bad guy all the ladies wanted...or so i hoped.
She came into veiw and it almost shocked me how brightly coloured she was. I stopped suddenly - glaring around the small clearing, she hollared into the air and i lent back on my hinds, raising my right foreleg into the air before pushing forward to go and meet her - i heard kiki mumble into my ear about keeping my temper but i just shook my skull a little - to hush her. "Hello there" I almost whispered, sidlig myself up alongside her and taking in her fresh, foal like scent. I smirked to myself and turned a tight circle and returned still - glaring at her with mouthwatering eyes, waiting for her to speak. I wouldn't rush this - it had to be perfect so she didn't run around screaming about the gangs.
Character: Methodone
Status: complete
Word Count: 313
Comments: short! but i like it XD
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Post by rayvencullen. on May 1, 2009 10:26:16 GMT -5
Christian shook her gentle crown, flicking her ears sideways as the sounds of other's hoofbeats entered her eardrums. She was curious to see who it was, as every filly would be. Turning her head towards the sound she shifted her body weight to face the newcomer, only to figure out it was a colt probably about a year older than her. He was a smokey color that was very appealing to her opticals, with lighter webs that were hanging limply upon his muscular neck - not to mention those green eyes that stared her down. White eyes were staring back, not exactly focused on her, but on the spirits that were gathered around her to watch the meeting - almost like they were monitoring them. She gave him a gentle smile, welcoming her to join them.
Her pink lips were still set in her girly smile while she turned to nudge underneath his throatlatch, then dancing away to meet a few new spirits that she picked up on. One she could notice was one named Riku, a soft gray stallion in which told her he was former king of Black Lake, and a black mare named Constantine. But she still kept her white eyes on the other stallion, curious as ever. "Hello, sir. I'm .. Christian." Words were soft, almost distant while she glanced around the spirits that were now fleeing the scene and back to the heavens above. That's when her eyes floated back to a gentle blue color. "May I ask who you are?"
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Post by lynx'' on May 2, 2009 13:48:13 GMT -5
My cold hard stare was fixed on the light palamino filly as her white eyes met my gaze. My harks pressed gently against my poll and remained there as she danced forward to touch my throat. With a low growl i eased up onto my hinds, swinging left and snapping my neck away from her. I landed gently, tassles covered my deep green eyes and i stared at her more. Neck extended and lower than normal. Harks remained hidden unti lshe spoke and a faint smile creased into my jaw line. "Methodone." I staed, licking my muzzle free of a small dot of blood and walking forwards to decrease the space between us. I stalled, and dipped my skull, motioning her to come closer. "Wheres your parents?" I asked, pushing forward with the conversation. I had no time to waste here. Kiki chuckled from her invisable spot on my poll and i grunted, hushing her. It was times like these she got annoying. I took one more step forward, extending a long smokey pillar out infront of me and lowering my cranium to bite at an itch on my knee. Trying to act as relaxed and normal as i possibly could - however, it was proving hard as i was eager to move things on fast so we could get back to the valley without anyone else coming along.
Character: Methodone
Status: complete
Word Count: 234
Comments: trying to keep muse so i can finish all my posts lmao <3
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