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Post by moka on Jul 31, 2007 21:25:43 GMT -5
Aloka Promise
Think What You Wish... Aloka Promise thrashed her chocolate stained legs through the freezing water, her heart rate was racing but inside she felt cold, the winters chill had touched the tropical area. She snorted in surprise as her hooves caught the sand shores, but a cold wave threw itself over her head. She came up shaking her head furiously her mane clung to her neck and around her zinniths. She flung herself out of the water, the cold water dripping off her coat, she pounded across the sands, which was rather tiring but even though the sun wasn't very warm now, her coat was drying slowly. Aloka Promise let out a shrill whinny, her optics noting on the hoof prints near the forest, for the tide had swept out any other sign of recent life, also the trampled forest growth. She Let out another whinny, but she quietly started to walk along the beach. All of a sudden her tiredness took over and she felt herself curling her legs under her her optics closed but she was mostly alert, for the sound of any approaching, or the rushing tide coming in. ...I Am Who I Am |
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Post by mattiegrl on Aug 14, 2007 15:45:56 GMT -5
In the water, thrashed a small liver chestnut colt. He screamed before his head went under the waves. In a moment, the head re-emerged, letting out another pittiful bleat. Finally, his small hooves made contact with the sand of the island. Thrashing some more, he tried to clamber onto the dry beach. Finally he reached his goal and saw the mare. He sent out a whinney to her. Could she help him? His eyes pleaded to her. He was a lost foal with no mother nor a father that wanted him. In his father's eyes, he was seen as a threat to his previous herd. A threat that would one day steal his crown.
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Post by moka on Aug 16, 2007 20:46:24 GMT -5
Aloka Promise
Think What You Wish... Chocolate stained femmora started as the sound of a terrifying scream, but when she looked out at the rushing tides she saw nothing, till a small head broke the surface, but Aloka Promise had no idea that the thing she was seeing was a head at all, for all she could see was a brown blob, but as a bleat sounded through the air, one thing was made certain, that wasn't a log floating in the water's currents. Aloka was too shocked to do anything at that moment, she just watched as the soaked foal clambered his way out of the surf and started to-wards her. She was a femmora of, about, 3 years so the aspect of a foal around wasn't native to her, but she had no idea what to do. She rocketed up t her feet and helped close the difference between her and the colt, his eyes seamed pleading but she had no clue what to do. Why are you out here all alone? She voiced, not sure of what to say. Aloka was sure she already knew the answer to this but she wasn't sure. She herself hadn't seen any other equines on this island yet, but she knew there was at least one about.... she just didn't know where, but noticing the way the tide was moving she made a quick decision, Come, lets get off the beach before the water comes up she voiced, and started to pad to-wards the tree line, but she made sure that she walked slowly enough that the Colt could keep up. ...I Am Who I Am ooc: the post sucks but I'm in a bit of a rush so lol bear with me here. lol |
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Post by mattiegrl on Aug 17, 2007 11:12:26 GMT -5
The liver chestnut colt followed her. He snorted, his bottom legs trembling. He stumbled a bit in his steps because of the power that had hit him with the waves. He stopped quickly and shook, trying to dry himself. Soon he was next to the young mare again. His nostrils were flared with fear. Not of the mare, she seemed kind enough, but of the surroundings. Where was he? Was there someone who might hurt him? Could this be a home? Where's mother? He snorted again as he tripped. Catching himself, he became a little more careful of where he stepped. Looking back, he saw that the culprit was a moss-covered rock, slippery enough to have caused some damage. He snorted and moved a bit quicker to keep up with the mare. He looked at the mare questionably. Did she lose her mama too?
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Post by moka on Aug 19, 2007 14:00:25 GMT -5
Aloka Promise
Think What You Wish... Aloka Promise stood questioningly as the colt followed her, but didn't say a thing. Her optics held her questions in the open, but she still had no clue what she should do. She startled slightly as a bird exploded from it's nest farther into the brush(forest) but she calmed down as she realized what it was. She still had no idea where anyone else on this island was, let alone if there was anyone here at all. But turning back to the colt she voiced calmly. "You should get some rest, swiming that current will take a lot out of you." Her optics picked p the sight of edible foliage so she bent her dial down and began to graze, for in truth she hadn't eaten in a while, and some of her ribs were slightly showing. So she kept her optics on the colt, her head at the ground and her zinniths flicking around, listening to the sounds of this new place. ...I Am Who I Am |
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Post by mattiegrl on Aug 26, 2007 10:52:28 GMT -5
The colt stopped and shook his pelt again, though no mist came from his already dry pelt. He stared at the mare when she spoke to him. He didn't know much language but he did know "rest" and "you". He snorted slightly and bent his forlegs so that his rump seemed to rise in the air before his whole body just plopped the the ground. He shook his mane and rested his maw upon his forlegs. Auds began to droop and his embers closed. He snorted one last time and was soon asleep.
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Post by mattiegrl on Aug 30, 2007 14:27:43 GMT -5
 Monsieur snorted softly in his stall. He knew something was happening at the moment. The humans were talking about it for days. They were always pointing at him and exclaiming how they were going to make a fortune if he was to cover an American mare overseas. He snorted and stuck his head over the stall door and sent out a deep nicker. An echoe of his nicker responded along with a pretty mare's head sticking over the door. She smiled to him and he returned her smile. She was the only true mare for him. The only one that he was actually able to meet and not have to breed on the spot. He bobbed his head and blew her a kiss. She squealed and stepped back in her stall. With a smile on his face, he stepped back as well. He was wondering when he would get to be with this love of his.
A few minutes after that encounter, Monsieur heard some footsteps running excitedly to his stall.
"C'mon big guy." said the man,
"It's time to go. She's waitin' for you in Merica!"
Monsieur pranced excitedly, but not because of the mare, but because of the energy shown by his handler. The man slipped a bridle over the great stallion's head since it was believed that stallions could not be controlled with a halter. Before he knew it, Monsiuer was being led out of his stall and headed for the exit. He looked around for his love but it seemed that they must have already passed her stall. A little nip on the rump confirmed his suspicions and he shot a quick smile to the mare as he left the barn.
The grey travelled a bit in a trailer until they reached what looked like the ocean. As he was led out, he sniffed the salty air and beheld the massive ship before him. He snorted uneasily but the jerk of the bit in his mouth made him settle down. Why was the ship making that odd noise? Is it supposed to do that? he wondered. He bobbed his head and planted his feet firmly on the ground. Something was not right. The humans then came at him and tried pulling on the reins. The massive brute would not budge. Finally, someone took a lunge whip and cracked it behind him. The snap frightened him and he jumped onto the ship, forced to walk to a stall that seemed to be built quickly for one trip.
The next thing he knew, he was washed up on the shores of some unknown land. What happened? he wondered to himself. He remembered getting on the ship and then, nothing. He tried to stand, and groaned. A piece of debris slashed a cup in his hip. It was not bleeding but was incredibly sore. He nosed it and found that his pelt was wet. He snorted and forced himself to stand. He looked out into the open water and realised with a great sniff, that he was not in France anymore, but in an unknown land. He realised that he would never see his stall again. Never see his handler again. Never see his love again.... |
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Post by moka on Aug 30, 2007 18:31:13 GMT -5
Aloka Promise
The Way You Know Me May Not Be The Right Way...
Aloka Promise watched as the colt seamed to collapse in a asense and fall fast asleep. He was oviously not able to understand words very well yet, for he had said nothing at all since washing up on the island. But a new sound called to her zinniths. Her dial turned quickly to the sound of the waves crashing over somthing, for it had a slightly different pitch than the normal crashing of the waves. Her optics caught the sight of a large grey mound, but as it moved she turned compleatly around. The grey seamed confused and lost, which was understandable, for most would not find this place if they had not been carried out to sea and lost in the un-ending waves. She watched as the grey lerched to his feet, and stared at the open ocean. Making sure that the colt at her feet was still asleep she padded slowly acrosse the trrain. The sand obsorbing any noise that her hooves made on the shifty ground. Her optics were warry of this stallion, for some could be nothing more than brutes with no brains in their stupid heads. She still had not seen the one who had left the impressionsin the ground of the bushes, or the sent on the breeze, which was compleatly faded now. Stopping about two strides away she raised her dial high and snorted loudly, making her presence known.
Lost?
She voiced simply her chocolate coat in almost compleate contrast with the grey's, her creamy mane and tail standing out against the dark of her frame. She was an average size horse, standing at 14hh, the white star on her forhead covered by her forlock, she continued to eye the stallion carfully. keeping her distance.
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Post by mattiegrl on Aug 31, 2007 16:56:42 GMT -5
The massive stallion staggered a bit as he regained his focus. He was staring out to see, wondering what had happened to the others. His hind leg took a step and he winced in pain. Turning his head around, he realized that there was still a piece of wood still in his leg. Pinning himself to brace himself, he grabbed the piece with his teeth and tore it out. He almost screamed in pain, but he forced himself to calm down. Lost?[/i] said a voice behind him. It was a light and soft voice, one only that comes from a mare, not a stag. He turned his massive head around and looked at the owner of the voice. A beautiful Fae stood before him, but he was facing the wrong direction. He turned his large mass completely around and winced with every step made by his hind leg. He smiled gently to the mare and looked around at the land. Où sont je ? he asked her, Où sont tous les humains ?
Where am I? Where are all of the humans? He looked around as if a man were to walk out of the woods with a bridle, ready to take him home to his love. He looked back at the Fae. She did not look wild. Perhaps she had been cared for by people. She may not be French like him, but horses had other ways of talking toeach otherr. [/color]
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Post by moka on Sept 2, 2007 13:21:56 GMT -5
Aloka Promise watched the stallion grab a piece of wood out of his side, she cocked her head curiously. Sh backed up a little more as he turned to her, but he seamed in pain so she didn't think she had to worry about anything. The stallion was huge, his mass covering her with a dark shadow, but she wasn't intimidated by it mostly because of the shard of wood he had just pulled out of himself. She returned his smile, but it faded quickly as he spoke. She searched through her mind, for she had been born at a ranch, although the foreman's daughter had set her free... by accident though. She recognized the language as French and although she knew nothing of how to speak it, she did understand some of it.
There are no humans here. Were on an island off the mainland."[/b]
She gave the stallion a strange look, as if he was crazy. He had obliviously just come from being captive, she watched as he looked to the forest, as if expecting something, she turned her head to see what i was but saw nothing. Either he was hallucinating, or looking for something, she really didn't know... nor did she care. A single zinnith pricked forward, the other was pointing back behind her, but she had more questions. Although they could be answered later, she waited to see the stallion's reaction to the news of being on an island.
ooc: i'm not even sure if the person who did the post before mine is still here or not. lol.
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Post by mattiegrl on Sept 3, 2007 15:20:40 GMT -5
ooc: the announcement said that all of the lands were claimable again unless the person before" came back from the dead" lol.
Monsieur looked at the mare. She did not speak French, but luckly for her, he spoke English as well. Zat is scary to belive, but I'll adjust. he said in his thick accent that was slightly romantic. He looked back at her and suddenly remembered his manners. Pardennais Moi he said to her, I am called Monsieur Valentine. May I ask your name? he said. His english wasn't perfect but it was understandable. He studied her eyes with his own dark blue ones. She didn't appear to be a dark horse which was very good. He himself was light and it showed in the softness in his voice, the delicate manner that he used each word. He lifted his head to test the air. He smelled another, but just one other.
Out of the woods, the colt appeared he heard voices and saw his friend talking to a strange stallion. He cantered over and slid to a stop before the massive beast. He stepped back as the large horse lowered his head. They gave eachother a sniff but the colt went and hid behind the mare. She was bigger than himself and might be able to defend him.
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Post by corpserotten on Sept 3, 2007 15:39:21 GMT -5
 Waves opened up around a blotched carcass, the colors of decaying flesh, wet and ragged from the waters. Youthful pillars dragged his frame over the soft sand and to the compact shores. The yearling shook out his short mane and tail, then peered about with contrasted eyes. The sabino glared at the other horses on /his/ beach. The morons, all shaken and worried. The colt had finally filled out, draft blood showing in his veins, the once sickly looking child replaced by a young, growing stallion. The proud monster lashed his tail as he arched his nape and trotted towards the group. He'd chase them out, unless they obeyed his rule and had no quarrels with him. He doubted many of these /pansies/ would approve of such actions, but he cared not. Still several paces back from him, his jaws unfurled and his neck snapped back to the deceitful heavens, a shrill cry emerging and burning the air. Auds went flat and the sand below him was gashed with angry hooves as he stomped the soft earth. These lands, were his now. Smirking to the silly group of ponies, he bared his ivories and arched his boa at them. Any who started would be chased out and sent to drown in the hungry waves. "You are all intruding on my territory." He barked, eyeing them all. They could be of use, so long as they didn't cause much trouble. The colt especially. Easily manipulated youth are, that stallion might help, this land needed protecting and he looked quite capable. The mare, perhaps, but she seemed too kind-hearted to want to stay. And still too young to breed, she served no immediate purpose. "The child stays, you two..." He snapped to the other horses. "Stay now and forever, or leave without a word." (Wow, horrible post.) |
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Post by mattiegrl on Sept 3, 2007 16:37:17 GMT -5
The large stallion turned around to see a colt, smaller than him but with a different color and similar build. I believe zat zis ees my land. he said. A Yearling was not fit to lead a land. He took a few steps forward to put a barrier between the light from the dark. If lead position is what you are looking for, you are not welcome here. However, if eet eez a home you wish for, you may stay and help protect. though kind hearted he was, he was protectful and not easily intimidaded by dark colts. He could help him live to be light if he chose to stay. In a fight the colt would surely lose for he was not old enough to have experiance and his muscles weren't great enough in muscle to beat the boullanais.
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Post by corpserotten on Sept 3, 2007 17:39:05 GMT -5
(When did your stallion claim the land? I didn't see any claiming post.)
A cruel smirk covered the animal's face, eyes wild. He was a savage creature, born from the cruelest of chances into a world that felt no love. The young stallion pawed the earth, ears erect to the draft. Just a pretty face. Stupid morons. He stank of humans and other horses. Who gave a damn about some new horse who'd surely rot away with his survival instincts? This /pig/ was no lead, he was a house/pet/.
Deep seeded rage drove him as he snapped his head up and down. Sure, any other horse his size would be weary of a larger stallion, but not one day of his life did Mance not feel a rabid urge to mutilate flesh. To pound it and tear it and crush the bones that held it up. As commonly goes, it's not the size of the dog in the fight... it's the size of the fight in the dog.
"If this land really does belong to some pretty bastard like yourself, I'd be pleased to chase you out like the worthless pet you are." He snarled, voice wet with savagery as his tail beat his flanks.
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Post by The Gaia on Sept 3, 2007 18:03:02 GMT -5
fly fly
These weren’t butterflies. They weren’t pretty birds that flew through the air.
They were bloody thirsty mosquitoes with what might be called a mutated form of an ordinary virus.
And as before they saw two horses, and dived.
butterfly
That's right, the Gaia, version two, also known as West Nile Virus has come the way of Aloka Promise and Monsieur Valentine! It probably wont set in for awhile, if at all, it’s up to you; more information can be found here.
[/color] [/blockquote] OOC; Responding to my previous spam; it sucks to look like an idiot, yup XD |
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