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Struggling with my mind and losing.
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Post by Patch on Apr 3, 2009 13:34:23 GMT -5
Dana A GALLOP is joy. I had too much of a sense of pride to live with that Ketamine. He'd taken my father's land, Elixar Grove, when he won the fight: I naturally had a resentment against him. So. Presently, my lively bay legs speckled with white (sure proof that I was at least part Knabstrub) galloped away, away, away! I idn't really care where I landed. There was a wonderful sort of thrill in speed that made you forget all that happened, and gave you time to heal. Green orbs cast a glance at my new surroundings. Nares flared as they caught their breath again. Boy, was it hot! The land was desolate looking, all rocks and sand and desert, but I spotted a green patch further ahead, and ran for it. Again at a gallop, whooo!
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Post by Sohalia on Apr 3, 2009 15:18:31 GMT -5
Vesta
I moved about in the northern land getting use to my new surroundings, searching for landmarks and caves. But so far there was nothing, but rocks and sand. I stood upon a rocky cliff while I looked over the land. Sentinels flickers while I caught sounds that lurked, but there was nothing but a rattle of a rattle snake warning something that have gotten to close to him, in striking rang maybe. I let my hazel lantern scans the surround areas to make sure that I wasn't the fool standing there. But it was then I notice movement down below. Sentinels lifted forward, my brawny chestnut bodice lifted into the air as I raised upon my hinds in a rear, cerebrum tossed wildly while my mug parted giving out a battle cry to the one that dared enter the land unwelcome.
I held a fast pace down the rocky cliff toward the russet figure that was moving toward my flora in the land. I could feel my Thoroughbred blood pump through my bodice and into my legs while I began to pick up a fast gallop toward the figure that enter the lands unwelcome, dared to eat our food. I wasn't going to have that, not now, not ever. I was gaining ground on the fool, nares open wide while I took in the scent of the unwelcome one. So it was a young filly wasn't it? A slight smirk form upon my mug. So here is our first salve. I was already doing better than my brother, Meth.
I finally reach the filly while I came to a halt between her and the green flora, my yellow stain fangs bared at her as they came out of hiding. Indeed I was a light, but I wasn't your everyday goody two shoes brute. Sentinels lower upon my upper neck, while I lower my cerebrum toward the earth in a threating matter toward the young filly. I then began to speak toward her. Tell me how do you get to this land? Also what brings you here? In search of something are we now!
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Post by Patch on Apr 3, 2009 15:35:47 GMT -5
Dana A gallop is fear when you know it's for your life.. My brief spasm of delight, and the gallop, was snapped short by this chestnut thoroughbred brute who dared come close. Was this his land? My hyper green orbs anxiously looked into his; heart beat faster and faster. I was nervous. He seemed mean. Not like daddy at all! I had this chill run down my spine. Audits listened to what he had to say. We-e-eel..... I, uh.... my vocals came out, stuttered, much to my dismay, and then burst out, Well, I just found it! And I'm looking for a place to stay! Cause daddy got kicked out! And I hate the new guy! Finally, after all had been said, I realized my mistake, whipped around, and tried to flee, but having a presentiment I could not get out, and would never either.
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Post by Sohalia on Apr 3, 2009 17:28:38 GMT -5
Vesta
I notice her green eyes making contact with my hazel ones. She seemed afraid of what happen in her life and afraid of me. I then notice how she spoke toward me. She couldn't find her first words that she began to spoke, but she seem to let everything out as she spoke the second time toward me. I lifted my cerebrum. So she losted her kind heart daddy? Did she now? Then some damn fool tryed to step in to control the young filly. But he seem to fail at his duties. But I wouldn't.
It was then I notice the filly taking off in a gallop. I tossed my cerebrum into the air while I lifted upon my hinds in a rear. I then felt my limbs take my off into a gallop after her, after her soul. Yes, she would be my first slave that I would have in this land. Maybe. I felt the blood pumping through my chestnut bodice as I picked up more speed upon her as I pasted the young filly up and came to a halt infront of her while I spinned around to face her. My hazel lanterns looking into hers while I made eye contact with her. I then let my voice came out toward her, but this time it was more friendly. Where are you going? You cant escape. Whats your name dear? I lifted my cerebrum while I stood slightly tense incase if she dodged me or turn to run the other way. I wasn't sure what she would do, but whatever it was, I was really for it.
I then began to think, maybe she could become more than a slave to me. Maybe she could be a friend or my lady. I mean, I might seem mean now, but I was only this way to the unwelcome ones that step foot in these lands. But now, it all depended on how she acted toward me for her rank cause she was here to stay, chained or not.
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Post by Patch on Apr 4, 2009 18:27:52 GMT -5
Dana Hyper, hyper, hyper. Most of the time. Panic seized me as the hazel-eyed stallion caught up with me and blocked my way out. He asked, Where are you going? You can't escape. What's your name dear? The fear went as quickly as it came, replaced by sarcasm. I looked, smirk on my face, into his eyes again, audits forward, head tilted interestedly. Why did he talk in that way? Was he a light? The brute sure did quite a bit of sweet talking. For your information, I'm Dana. the words escaped from my maw low, hissing, then I queried sneeringly, I take it you're king here? Never was the sky so blue, so blue. It contrasted greatly from the sand of the place which we stood.
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Post by Sohalia on Apr 7, 2009 23:32:57 GMT -5
Vesta
I let my hazel lanterns watches as the filly came to a halt before me. I let my sentinels lift forward to listen to the words that she spoke toward me. So she wanted to be a smart ass toward me now. Oh boy! This little girl was in the wrong place for her smart ass remarks. Isn't she? I then took a step forward toward her while I let a smirk form upon my chestnut mug, my hazel lanterns glares down toward her. So thats the way she wanted to be not was it. Well let me show her who was boss.
I let my hazel lanterns narrow in on her tiny russet frame. I then began to speak out toward her, my voice became deep once more. Well Dana, I'm Vesta dear. I hope that you like it here, because this is your new home puppet. She are now a Cap's slave. Understand? Also I'm king as the moment. I took another step toward her while I let my mug rub softly along her spine as I worked my way toward her withers while I placed a firm nip. I then began to circle around her once to have a nice look at the first light prize that just stepped into the lands. But I knew if she was a good girl, she wouldn't be a slave that long. It was all just a matter of time.
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