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Post by twilight on Jan 31, 2007 12:18:20 GMT -5
Only wishing for a home... Stupid Stallions. She thought angrily. She had only wanted a home, a place to live! Never having belonged before in her life, it would've been nice if they just granted her that one small wish. But apparently that was never going to happen.
A place to belong...
Her orbs scanned the valley below, for it appeared to be deserted of all lifeforms. Twilight wanted to be sure that she would not get in trouble for eating another herd's food. That thought alone made her snort.
Where I can run free
Stallions could be so... so... Twilight could think of no suitable words to describe the creatures. If they were even that. But now she was waiting by the Ocean Cliff, that a stallion might care enough to take her home. Was it so much to ask that she wanted a place to belong? Apparently so. But even then, she would not give up hope.
And maybe even be loved...
Although sometimes tempermental, Twilight could be sweet as other mares if she wished so. But her personality was not that way, and therefore it got hard for a Stallion to accept her, because Twilight was the only one that would stand up to them.
But all hope has deserted me now...
Laying down and looking out to the ocean, all she could do now was wait. And hope. Maybe now she would have somewhere to belong... And that was the last thought that filled her head before she fell asleep on the plateau overlooking the ocean.
And all I can do is wait by the sea.
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Post by Hazel on Feb 1, 2007 16:17:05 GMT -5
Head high, whinny seeping from his outstretched maw. He had spotted a lonesome looking mare from his home upon the sandy shores, not far from the cliff itself. The bonite stallion had broke into a gallop as soon as he layed eyes upon her Now close, he was upon all fours with a rocking canter, his mane lifting and falling with each small breeze. Muscular frame was dazzleing upon the sunsets scarlet hue. As he closed in on the lying mare, he slowed to a hauklt and ipped his crest forwards, a smile across his lips. So many things had happened. Denizens skull upon his home, his gay frends arrival home, his herd being killed by floods. HIS mate and daughter lost forever. He was forced to 'get over it', he had to re-build his fathers heirem. And this mare could be the answer. He whinnied again, eyes glittering under the low sun. "Greeting lady, may I enquite thy name? I am Flamed Storm." He grimaced slightly, annoyed by his calling, the name his mother had given him. Oh his mother, the poor dead chstnut, Amber. And his father, drowned at sea, killing himself for the sake of his family, to save his son. Storm. Often Storm wouls stare at the skies for hour, hopeing, wishing his father would talk to him from above. But alas, it was never to be. |
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Post by twilight on Feb 1, 2007 16:58:09 GMT -5
Twilight awoke startled, suddenly aware of the presence of another horse. Slightly embarassed, she got up and shook her mane, small peices of grass flying out. As she was still waking up, she realized he had asked her of her name. Still more embarassed, she replied, "I am Twilight Myst, but many call me Twilight." Actually, no one called her Twilight. She had no one to call her that, for everyone had deserted her long ago. She had long given up the second part of her name, and therefore it was only her who refered to herself as Twilight.
After many years of loneliness, it was hard for her to imagine that any horse would be interested in making her part of his herd, if that was indeed what he was trying to do. Which she was seriously doubting, but the little bit of hope she had regained at the site of Flamed Storm, clung to her and now she would not give up that litte bit of hope she had left.
OOC// Bleh. Second paragraph was kinda bad... But whatever. Haven't actually roleplayed in awhile, all the sites I was a member on went inactive. xD |
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Post by Hazel on Feb 2, 2007 12:52:28 GMT -5
Storm smiled and nodded, mentaly storing her name within his cranium. He noticed, with a blush, that he had spoken quite poshly. He wasnt usualy all high and mightly, he was casual and sometimes rather slobby when upon his heirem. But the memories of the oceon cliff made him quite nervous of the place. He glanced sideways at the peak, leaning out towards the sea and the rocks below. He saw the faint image of the shire mare Rain trying to leap down to her death, he saw Seydis fear filled face as he clung to the edge in desparation, he saw Rains fright as she tried to grab his mane and pull him to safety. Rain and Seydi, the mare who had known his father, and the stallion he couldnt help but adore. That night had been horrific, but non had been injured, if you ignorerd the fact that Storm still bore scars from that very night upon his left hind leg. (His home had flooded, and he had been trapped, his leg had been cut whilst trying to wim to safety.)
Storm grnned at the female. He shook his head, flipping his mane t the other side of his crest. His forelock was so long that it flopped over one eyes, though he was just copying the younger stallion, Seydis, mane style. "Twilight, beautiful m'lady. Just call me Storm." He said, she a flirtatious wink. Hey, he couldnt help it. He might love a stallion, but he still liked mares too. Why not flirt a little? He smiled, he was only six years old, but until he met Seydi, he had acted like a ten year old horse. He had become the leader of the shores when he was only two years old, still a colt. But nowadays, he was more relaxed and carefree. He was becoming more and more like his father had been in youth.
Leaning out to brush his muzzle against Twilights crest, he scanned over her pelt and her elegant arabian frame. Or she appreared arabian, if she was truley some other breed. He himself had thought a tersk and mustang the same thing, not t mention a cyledale and a shire. "Please me to interpose -" Darn it, be was becoming all british ad posh again. He cleared his throat and snorted, obviously embarressed. "- I mean, ca I ask, would you mind coming with me? I can offer a home. See, my herds been destroyed, my friends are gone, dead I assume. I must rebult my fathers herd.....Please?" He added, a glance of desparation upon his charcoal features.
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Post by twilight on Feb 2, 2007 14:07:27 GMT -5
For a moment, Twilight stood and said nothing. No one had offered her a home before, and while she had slightly suspected coming here might result in finding a home at last, it was suprising to actually hear the words she had always longed to hear.
But would a stallion like himself want her in his lands? She had stolen many times, a thief in the night she had been called. Her past was a large blur, and she was covered with scars from many fights with other leads. She sighed. He was offerring her a home, a place to belong, and now she was unsure what to do, or say.
She shook her mane again and responded, "Why would one such as you want me on your lands? I am a thief, a nobody. I was not born in a herd, but in a common stable," She paused and snorted at the words, "And after my parents escaped with me, they deserted me and I was left alone." She bowed her head down, orbs filled with sadness. She then finished quietly, "But if you still want me in your herd, I will come." She lifted her head up and stared, waiting for him to respond. |
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Post by Hazel on Feb 12, 2007 15:35:37 GMT -5
Flamed Storm
Im just a man Im not a hero
Storm snorted roughly, his mane billowing out slightly in the rise in winds. His audes pinned slightly at her words. She seemed saddened by speaking of her past, but she knew nothing. And worse still, she was openly talking about it, like he had to know, like she wanted him to know, to feel pitty for her. He grunted, eyes narrowing slightly. He had met many mares before, and each one told the brave brute of thier pasts in a saddened voice. Storm had grown to ignore it, yet he knew each mares history off by heart. Even if they no longer remained on mortal lands. He stepped forwards and sighed. Almost every horse in the land knew about the famed Spirit of the Shores and his son, Flamed Storm, who had become the lead stag at just two years of age. But seeing as this female had grown in a confiend humanoid enviroment, she wouldnt have heard of his past. Which was lucky, in a way. Yet if the events were to reappear in some strange fiasco, she deserved to his his own past. He had told her the most he had ever given to a mere stranger. But if the outlaws were to rise again, he had to make thier story known.
"A stable? A humans fixture to trap a mortal soul into thier existance? Yes, I know of them. Not personaly, for I was born upon those sands, down there." He turned slightly and pointed his nose towards his home. "But upon those lands lays a skull. The skull of a stallion. The stag that murdered my father. My father had been raised wild, but at a young age had been caught by humans with my grandparents. I heard this from him, yet know little of the events. Yet if my father, so young back then, could survive upon the cruel beach, so can you. So can anyone." He turned back to her and smiled. His frozen posture melted away into the winds as he broke the stance and walked towards her ebon pelt. He stood besides her, his eyes half closed as he remembered his fathers face as he told his son why the shire brute wanted him dead. Why Denizen wanted even Flamed Storm, the colt, to die. "My blood is cursed. My father was killed by that skull, because of my grandfather. I dnt know what happened back then, I was a child, but the outlaws murdered many. My brother died too. Recently, my mate dissapered with our daughter. So if you do join, mark on this..."
The dappled face of Broken Dream flashed before his eyes and he turned, staring at the mare. In a way, she resembled his mate. Exept for the colour of her pelt. His fathers face burst out from his mind, as the memory of his fathers drowning form took hold over his skull. Storm shuddered, watching, again, his fathers grinning face as he sunk, dying with that bastard. Lord Denizen. Storms eyes widened as he stared at the mare and simply whispered.....
"Those lands are cursed. The omen has arrived. Seek me out if you realy want a home. I can give you a refuge. But I cannot ensure your survival." He turned away and began to walk towards the tree at the base of the cliff, away from the sea. Te treethat he remembered so well. He could still pictire the paint mare, Rains, face as she realised that he beloved Seydi was gay, and with the so called mighty stallion of the shores. "Seek me out, if you dare. Tame beast." He ment no harm by his words, but his voice was rough. Again, he felt the stress of leadership across his shoulders. Flamed was opening its jaws, its face revealed partly. The beast inside Flamed Storms soul was emerging, bit by bit. He just hoped that it would not consume him.
Flame Storm
Dark Light
Im not afraid Im gonna show my scar
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