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Post by trill on May 21, 2009 15:22:09 GMT -5
Toxic
Was it luck that had brought me here? I asked myself while wandering the land. It had been two long years since I'd smelt so many other equines in a single place. But then again this could turn out to be a disaster for me. I stopped my slow pace and took in the layout of what surrounded me. Most of the land was open for the eye to see with short emerald green grass that reminded me of my eyes when I looked into clear water. But throughout the land there were some scattered trees and bushes. A predator or errant stallion could be lurking anywhere. I narrowed my bright green eyes to dilate my pupils and allow more light to enter them so that the objects around me would be magnified. I didn't like surprises, for me surprises were just below death. Even though some surprises could bring you to the bowels of hell. Since my eyes didn't pick up any moving shadows and my other scenes were not on high alert I moved back into motion. My legs were long and muscled from having been a lone for the past two years. Though it had been hard at first to learn how to fend for myself I was a natural survivor and knew how to live with my own will. My mood darkened with the reminder of my past.
My father was a bastard, he had practically thrown me away when I had turned to the age of two. I hadn't even been able to breed for christ's sake. The stallion who I had been promised to had been one of fathers many alliances, and thinking to strengthen their bond even more he had decided to gift him with a 'pure' female. Later on, when I became more knowledgeable of the world I had found the real reason why father had wanted to get rid of me. I hadn't had any powers when I was younger. My father had been born of fire and well I don't know what my mother had been. Maybe she had had no power at all and that was why I had never met her. I was glad I had run from my birth band though. I didn't miss it at all, then again I had never grown attached to anything in my life. There was only me, I moved too fast to keep an attachment to anything. I guess you could say that I was still scarred of being found. I knew that my father probably thought I was dead. But I still had shivering thoughts of that stallion father had been planning on giving me to. The stag had been an evil air elemental who had taken pleasure in torturing his mares by stealing away their breaths.
The last thing I wanted was to be was someones slave, I had a heart, a will all my own and I loved setting them both free. When I galloped over the open expanse of the land, feeling the wind comb its gentle fingers threw my long black mane and tail I knew that I would never be able to be caged. Not after knowing what freedom tasted like. And although at times it did get lonely, where at night I wished there was someone there, to talk to, to share my emotions with. I was wary, I'd never known anyone that I could trust. I'd been born on lies and deseavences.
Because my stomach was calling to me I stopped my slow pace and lowered my head to chop off the emerald heads of the succulent blades of grass. It was pure pleasure to have the exploding tast of the plant in my mouth and for a wile I just grazed lazily over the land. Every once in a while I would raise my head while still chewing and take inventory of the land and what was in it. Birds were singing there gay tunes while other smaller mammals like field mice and rabbits were going about their own rout in life. There was nothing dangerouse or domindearing, threatening to take my life or freedome away. [/sup][/blockquote] Word Count; 693
Comment; Not my best but still a pretty good post. I am not too experienced with elements because I mainly play with normal horses.
Character; Toxic - Fire |
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Post by FireFlyDragon on May 21, 2009 22:44:14 GMT -5
Shattered
For what will never be...
What a contrast. Shattered had reluctantly left his kingdom, tired of the four way greeting of stallions and mare outside of gamma fire land. He had been pushed upon that meeting, pushed to the fact that he had nearly decided to attack another. Not that he wouldn’t, if absolutely needed but he would rather settle arguments with words, and understanding then mindless brawling. That one stallion though, Art had been his name. He was still worried about such a one as him, it wasn’t a fact like that he disliked him, it was just the feeling of forbidding that tingled upon his pelt at his arrival. Had he been scared of the brute in all honesty? It was possible, he concluded, mind calmer now of leaving the meeting. Just because he was a king didn’t mean he had to completely shut down his emotions for ever, though that’s what he often did for periods of time.
But he had some other things that needed to be done, like meet up with a kinder fire elemental. Not that he was unhappy with the others. They all where very strong willed and powerful in their element. But, they all had a little to much energy for the young King. He wanted to meet someone who he could talk to easily, and not have to wait for sharpened lyrics to rip through his auds.
Snowy pillars brought him absentmindedly into the great meadow, green stalks thick and luscious beneath creamy daggers. Werliin Field… The stallion had heard about this place more then he ever visited it, a land for claiming others of your element. He gave a quiet snort at this. He would much rather build a friendship with a femme then claim her simply because he could. And while on the subject of mares the stallion could scent one now, and his nares widened to ensnare it in his mind.
His slow, leisurely walk turned into a trot of the same pace. Taken easily once again, he wasn’t one to hide his footfalls, he would much rather let the other know he was there then simply pop out from behind a bush and introduce himself. A smile lit upon him, maybe this femme would be more tolerant of him then the others all seemed to be. Seriously its like he was the outcast among the fire elementals, for he had yet to meet a equine of the same linage sharing his temperament.
Though even as he did little to hide his arrival the thick stalks did much of that work, swaying and trembling beneath his splattered bod. Diluted orbs scanned the land about him, nares telling him what his lanterns could not detect upon this moment. Within moments though, his orbs shifted to her, grazing alone in the field. The twittering of birds distracted him for a short time, his trot retreating to slow, ground taking strides. Silk stubbornly floated upon his crown, hiding his orbs to a certain extent. Tossing his skull he stopped a few meters from the wary femme, but even at his attempts to regain his gaze the strands fluttered back, making his banner look a little to ruffled for his liking. What a way to make an first impression.
//OoC// 542 words! Good post for moi! 
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Post by trill on May 22, 2009 14:19:45 GMT -5
Toxic My head shot up from where it had been lowered while chewing on the succulent grass of the land. Some other being was coming, and it was a large animal by the sound of its foot falls. I stuck out my tongue and felt for which way the wind blew. Stupid I whispered to myself. I'd been standing down wind, and for a while now. I'd been too comfortable with my surroundings. One could not survive when they let their guard down. Lucky for me though who ever was coming for me wasn't exactly keeping their presence a secret. There was a second where natural instinct took over and the Fight or Flight response took in. My longs black legs turned and started to trot the other way. But then a slight wind shifted, bringing the strong wreak of stag right into my scent receptors. It was another second that my brain took in order to decide on weather or not it wanted me to stay. I would be in danger if I stayed, no good ever came from allowing a stallion to come within seeing distance. But then again I hadn't seen another equine in quite some time and I was lonely. You could only talk to yourself for so long till even you became bored.
With my mind made up I made myself turn back around and head towards the stallion. With the both of us now heading for each other it wasn't long before he came into my site. I stopped a ways away from him, but he continued forward. The stallion was a mixed breed, that much I could tell from his compact body that resembled a wild mustang but then his long face was that more of a quarter horse. His coloring was odd as well, his coat matched the color of a ripe wheat field it even had splashes of white like the tips of the long grass under the burning sun of the afternoon sky. My nostrils flared taking in his musky scent as he came closer. My ears pinned themselves slightly back as the stag got bold and came closer then I would have desired. But I did not take a step back as my entire being clamored for me to do. My mind needed this, to talk to someone other then itself. And if the stallion had had any evil intent wouldn't he have slithered over the ground, hidden his presence from me? With a deep breath I spoke. "'Lo there stag." My voice was strong, it belied the way I was feeling inside. The wind had shifted once again, it sent the fawn colored tresses of his forelock into his eyes, blocking them from me. While my own were framed by my dark coat, they stood out in stark contrast.
Word Count; 470
Comment; A little disapointed with it but I think it is reasonably good.
Character; Toxic - Fire |
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Post by FireFlyDragon on May 24, 2009 13:36:32 GMT -5
Shattered
For what will never be...
Diluted orbs watched as the ever wary mare warned him of his distance, so he didn’t take another step though he didn’t retreat either. She seemed determined about something or other, though Shattered could not figure such a reason for this emotion. He was simply wanting to talk, maybe be friends if possible. How he wanted a simple friend. One he wouldn’t have to constantly word his lyrics so he would seem undemanding though still decent.
Now as the stallion’s lanterns where closer he could discern the femme’s ebony coat and elegant frame. Defiantly not of such a rugged lineage as him. Though he quite liked his form and the abilities it granted him where much appreciated. The femme had a high crest and a delicate, dished face. The trade mark of an Arab though he noticed she was smaller then most he had laid orbs upon. She was a little over a hand smaller then him, he being a little on the larger side but what stallion wasn’t?
Again he noticed the contrast of the scene, white facing black, much like evil and good. “Good day doe. May I ask how you are feeling this afternoon?” Creamy tassels flickered upon his silky pelt, tickling him ever so slightly. Haunches relined themselves, weight sifting as his whipcord spilled over his hide. Coarse strands lingering upon him as he stood there quietly. Should he tell this femme of his calling? Or should he wait? It was a simple question, one that didn’t really need to be mulled over but the world about them was suddenly so quiet. He needed something to concentrate on.
“My calling is Shattered.” He simply stated, a little awkward at her few spoken words. For all the equine he had meet so far always had so much to tell him, or taunt, or scream. Everything other then a small, quiet greeting. His stance had lowered somewhat, he didn’t want to seem overly threatening, for this mare seemed ready to take flight in a fleeting moment, but he wasn’t unguarded. He didn’t ask for her name, she could answer that unspoken question herself. He wasn’t one to ask such a thing from a stranger, well usually.
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Post by trill on May 24, 2009 21:11:50 GMT -5
Toxic
Through The Fire And Flames We Carry On My heart stopped fluttering like a hummingbirds when the stallion stopped a few feet away. It was far enough that I didn't feel like I was going to be eaten while it was close enough that we could hear, smell even tast each other on the wind. When he spoke it wasn't with cruel words, intead it was a small greating. And though his vocals were deap they were not cruel. How unlike any other stallion I had met on my two year treck. "Are we going to be polite and talk about my health and maybe even add in the weather?" I asked in a flippent tone. I felt comfortable enough to flirt a little. My mind seamed to take a big exhail now that it didn't have to come up with it's own questions and answers, now it could actualy use the cells. I quirked the side of my lips in a slight half smile. "If we must," I continue with a slight sigh. "Then I am quite dandy." My eyes sparkle with beheld mirth. "And the weather is quite nice, not a cloud in the sky to mar the suns pure rays." I bob my head down slightly then back up. I teased the stag because I felt it to be safe. My mood was light, playing with emotions that had been long dorment.
I blinked my eyes at the stallion as he told me his name. "A pleasure to meat you Shattered, though I must say that I did not ask you for your name." My tail flicked from one side to the other in mistiof. "What brings you here brute?" I asked with a lilt of my tounge. I compleatly skip over my part in telling him my name. He could call me what ever he wanted but I did not plan on staying long. And if I uttered my calling then I would be remembered in these lands. I had never had anything to call my own and now would not change my streak. "I can honestly say that I am not interested." I give him a once over with my pearcing eyes. Starting at the tips of his ears and dropping to where his big hooves met the earth then brought them back up again. This Shattered had to be one of the most attractive males physicaly that I had ever seen. But I'd given my brain enough entertainment it was now time for me to leave. You never knew with stallions one moment they could be friendly the next they could be thrusting themselves into you without your consent. Word Count; 470 Comment; A little weak but I need to work with her personality a little more so bare with me. Character; Toxic - Fire |
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Post by FireFlyDragon on May 26, 2009 20:16:33 GMT -5
Shattered
For what will never be...
The mare seemed to calm a little, and Shattered found relief in this. He hated to be the reason for fear, though he knew with some that was the only way to deal with them. This mare was obviously not one of those for as she spoke Shattered could detect no emotion that could possibly hold anything of the sort. “Talk about whatever you wish, just giving the conversation a kick-off” He chuckled in response the mare’s lyrics. Crown lowering to allow velvet lips graze green stalks, though he didn’t open his maw to bring them down his throat. His auds listened intently to her next verse, explaining the weather with such detail, teasing him slightly. He merely smiled in reply, she almost seemed like a young filly the way she spoke and oiled the actions of her ebony bod.
“Must one be asked to speak?” His lyrics spilled from him, light and questioning as she added what he thought, unneeded words, though he ignored this for now. “And for what brings me here, well the desire to escape” his boa rose, bringing his large crown to rest even with his muscular chest, motionless as he felt her orbs upon him, their gaze drifting over his frame completely. Her next tunes merely got her a flick of a single snowy aud, before his voice sounded, deep but not demanding on his part. “Why ask if not wanting to hear an answer?” His whipcord spilled over flecked hide, coarse strands always sticking stubbornly to his pelt. Shattered had never seen this mare here before, and even if looks may deceive him he had not meet an mare with this temperament. Must mean she was fairly new to these lands, that means she mustn’t know what these lands where for. And the dangers they held for a clueless femme.
“I feel the need to inform you that these lands are for the claiming of your kind. Though I wouldn’t be one to force a mare there are plenty others, many of fire heritage that I’ve meet that wouldn’t think twice about it. Just know to avoid these lands if you do not wish capture by a possibly brutal stallion.” He dipped his head slightly to the femme, in a polite show of respect as he turned upon his daggers, if he was called back he would stay, though he got the feeling he wasn’t wanted any longer or maybe that was just his mind screwing around with him. “I bid you farewell maiden” he called lightly over his shoulder, friendly smile still upon his maw as he took a last look at the femme, before taking his sweet time to wander off. So that wasn’t the worst meeting, but maybe not the best either.
//OoC// If you want he doesn't have to leave, just didn't want him to stay after saying 'possibly brutal stallion' I dunno just some weird thing of mine.
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