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Post by moka on Aug 20, 2007 23:00:58 GMT -5
Catastrophe
The Catastrophe Is Coming... Odd coloured brute lifted his crown into the wind, the ocean's cool, bitter breeze shoving itself into his face. His build shuddered as a slight smell of death came on the breeze, but it was probably long since over with. The brute moved strongly along the terrain, his zinniths twitching curiously at any sound to cross his senses. The burn marks on his neck told of an ancient past... or at least it was ancient to him. His optics went glassy and distant as the images flashed before him, he could almost feel the flames licking at his haunches. A terrifying scream emerged from his throat and a flock of birds exploded from the nearby tree, and a hare shot off towards it's hole, the eerie cry rang in the air. Catastrophe exploded from a standstill, his blinded run carrying him at a breakneck speed but his terror subsided as his sub-conscious realized that his enemy was fictional, and that he was coming dangerously close to a cliff. He instantly stopped the violent beating of his hooves, but putting the brakes on at a full blown run was not as easy as it sounds and he continued to slid towards the edge. About two feet away from the cliff edge the stripped brute came to a halt, but his stance was not standing, but rather sitting... a bit like a dog. pushing up with his back hooves he rose his build into the air and spun around so that he was facing away from the rocky shores below him. Looking about him quickly his optics spotted none watching him, so he lowered his highly defensive stance and started to walk aimlessly away from where he could have met his end. Catastrophe was not really like any other of the equines that he had seen around these lands. for he had a strange blood coursing through his veins. His coat was stroked with zig-zagging stripes, and his black mane stood up on end. His parents were not of the same breed, not really anyways. His Sire was a thoroughbred and his Dam was a mixed breed, A cross between an Arab and, surprisingly, a Zebra. His specific breed was known as a "Zorse". His forelock often covered his optics, for it was way too bushy for it's own good... as far as Catastrophe was concerned. He stopped walking as he came to a sunny rise, the grass was starting to grow here for winter's harsh chill had faded away. Catastrophe lowered his crown to the ground, his muzzle grazing away at the new foliage, though he really wasn't hungry, he was simply waiting to see if there was anyone else around that had seen him. ... Can You Avoid It? |
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Post by moka on Sept 5, 2007 17:41:21 GMT -5
lol. kk.
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Post by corpserotten on Sept 5, 2007 22:59:31 GMT -5
What a pretty day. The sun was out, the air warm. It was a perfect spring day to fade out of the winter. It was so... fresh. The grass was growing back, the trees re-gaining leaves. Birds sung constantly, and small creatures were appearing everywhere. Sure, it was cliche', but spring really did re-awaken life.
A single massive creature strode at a light walk through the sands, letting the cool waters lap up through his feathers. He was a large stallion, pelt the color of the clouds drifting by, splattered with faint grey dapples. Long, wind locks trounced by his side and rump as he trotted playfully along the sea. Being his size, and as nonchalant as he, there was little to be concerned about. The past was gone, the future bright. Right now? It was perfect. The sea was cool, the sun warm and the breeze refreshing. There was nothing else a horse could want. Although... feed sounded good.
Turning his head up a hill where the land turned from sand to greenery, he moved his body after it. Still at a trot, heavy and bouncing with sturdy foot-falls, leaving dips in the earth with each raised print. Suddenly, a mass passed ahead of him, startling him slightly. Perhaps he should stay more alert... either way, it was no threat, just a horse. But... a panicking horse. After a moment of watching the bolting creature, he realized it was charging to his cliff, so quickly... so fearfully. It clicked, this creature was running from something.
Being a herd animal, it was only instinct to spook and look for the danger, charging up the hill to the cliff, before no scent of monster went by, and no other horse was running. Even the running one had stopped at the edge of the cliff. The large draft relaxed noticeably as he saw the horse was alright. Well, maybe he, he because of the scent of course, he was still startled. Concerned about his fellow horse, the dapple trotted towards him, forgetting entirely about his hunger.
"Are you alright?" He asked, voice deep and gentle, with a strong, strange accent. It was certainly European, sounding mostly a mix of Cockney, German and a small amount of French. "I saw you spook from down the hill." |
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Post by moka on Sept 6, 2007 19:51:19 GMT -5
Catastrophe
The Catastrophe Is Coming... Odd-coloured stallion threw up his head as a voice sounded behind him. It seams that he had dosed off, with his head almost on the ground. He turned his head to look at the build behind him, then turned all the way around, his banner standing straight up, although brushed back a bit by the wind. He gave his crown a toss to flip his forelock out of his face, for it was much to bushy for it's own good. The stallion in front of his was massive, and he had to look up at him, His optics darkened as he realized that this stallion had seen his run for the cliff edge. his zinniths flicked black, but they weren't pressed against his neck. The stallion seamed harmless enough. His accent was heavy, probably European, and some other languages, in which he couldn't remember. I'm Fine. Just a hallucinationHe snorted. The blinked as the heat rose through his haunches as the familiar sensation for fire licked at his memory, but only for a moment. He shifted his build uncomfortably, his striped pelt was so different than most, the scarring on his rump and the burn mark on his neck made him wary of others at times. The only thing normal about him was his anatomy and his chestnut under-pelt. He stood waiting for the steed in front of him to speak. ... Can You Avoid It? ooc: o.O crappy post |
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Post by corpserotten on Sept 7, 2007 0:57:10 GMT -5
(It was better than mine, and probably will be better than this.)
The Boulonnais quickly noted how awkward the other seemed to feel. It certainly wasn't how he wanted the other to feel, and made him tinge with guilt. Making his thorns lay back timidly, he hung his head slightly. Upon hearing the mix's reason for his start made his brown eyes soften sadly. Of course he was curious, but he wouldn't press for anything, not wanting to come across rude. Of course, he wasn't that accustomed talking to people who experienced hallucinations, and didn't know what exactly to say...
"Oh..." He looked a bit uncomfortable, but tried his hardest not to make this strange stallion feel more awkward. "I'm sorry..." He glanced about, then at the zorse apologetically. "I-I'm not sure what to say... so please pardon me." He was silent a moment, then spoke once more, trying in vain to make the other feel comfortable, or at least know the stallion was trying. "It must be hard... and, oh!I'm so rude.... my name is Daemyn."
Daemyn hoped to befriend this animal, whatever he was. Not that the draft cared, but he was certainly interested in his strange markings, they were magnificent, though. Probably decent camouflage, too. Whatever the reason, Daemyn wouldn't care their origin, and wished only to have this other horse ease in his presence. The large draft was well aware of his rather intimidating size, and did his best to not so much appear small, but to come across as it was only a lucky, but un-chosen defense.
(?Veo? Es crrapo.) |
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Post by moka on Sept 9, 2007 20:25:44 GMT -5
Catastrophe Black stripped mass relaxed a little as the conversation continued with the huge stallion in front of him, although he looked like he didn't have a mean bone in his body. Catastrophe smiled slightly at his words. Catastrophe was a generally easy-going horse, but occasionally he enjoyed the awkwardness of others... unfortunately this was one of those times. He looked on, amused, as the brute stumbled over his words, trying to make him feel better... He cocked his head to the side as the stallion exclaimed he was being rude and told him of his name. Daemyn, seamed to be really trying to be nice, though Catastrophe was clearly being observed because of his colouring. He decided that it would only be courteous to reply with his own name. Then 'ello, Daemyn. My calling would be Catastrophe.He watched Daemyn closely some acted wary once they heard his name... mostly because of the meaning in human terms, and that it suggested that he was trouble, which he actually was some of the times. He lashed his tail at a few early flies, the chattering of a squirrel near by caught his zinniths, and he swung his head around. It was a tad' bit strange bu squirrels seriously freaked him out. He snorted and padded quickly around so the he was facing the direction of the squirrel It can't sneak up on me now!. He turned his attention back to the draft stallion hoping that he hadn't noticed the little... woodland creature incident and waited for something else to be said, or to happen. |
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Post by corpserotten on Sept 9, 2007 20:52:10 GMT -5
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