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Post by grace on Dec 30, 2005 23:16:47 GMT -5
((its been awhile so I'm rusty. Forgive my bad writing please!)) The hoovens of a femma tramped the dirt atop the cliff. A cliff that overlooked the ocean, the cliff that took so many lives. Her orbs of forest green scanned the horizon and the jagged edges for the sight of another. But alas, the company was not given to her. So she thought, she would bring the others to her. With a heave she pulled her bulk up onto her hindquarters and let a roar come forth. Calling to anyone willing to come and take her away. [/color] ((ew that was horrible)) |
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Post by stitchedskull on Dec 31, 2005 1:29:30 GMT -5
Daggers thrust the bulk throughteh feilds, most vixens pulling away in fear to let the Lord pass. His banner stretched out his boa to fade it into the sky, whipcord a lashing serpent behind him. The stag was no small beast, bled from drafted blood and raised to thrive alone.
Pools of a rich mahogony crimson scanned out for a fea, entertainment, another soul to abuse or perhaps even speak to.
Auds rose to the fem at the cliff's edge before falling back again, setting him foreward. The grey coat rippled smoothly over the angry movement's of a dark stag's build.
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Post by grace on Jan 1, 2006 13:24:03 GMT -5
Her forest orbs scanned the horizon and planted themselves on the approaching form of the male. As he came closer her bulk meerly shifted to turn for a better look of him. While awaiting his arrival, due in short time, she scraped her hooven over a plant and tore its roots up before letting it be. She spoke when he was in earshot. 'Lo stag. Are thy travelling alone? |
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Post by stitchedskull on Jan 1, 2006 13:35:43 GMT -5
Pillers came to a standstill on teh cliff's edge. Distant crimson pools stared out at teh grey sea, listening to teh rush of the foam claw up the sides below.
The skull turned to face the mare slowly, snorting and shaking the banner fureously.
"'lo, vix." He hissed. His voice was deep and strong, but certainly not smooth or heroic. It rasped and crackled like an old record.
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Post by grace on Jan 1, 2006 13:41:32 GMT -5
She looked upon him and listenen to his two simple words before stating her own. What brings thee to this place? While awaiting his answer she turned her bulk to where she was facing the sea. The sound of gurgling waves entered her auds, temporarily channeling everything else out. ((your charries always crackle hehe)) (( *cries* my RPing skill sucks)) |
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Post by stitchedskull on Jan 1, 2006 13:57:04 GMT -5
(They do. Bad habbit, I know. It's a dark thing I suppose.)
While her words were sent to the air he sent his teeth into the damp grass, tugging at it with soft flipps of his mug. After several chomps at it, he lifted himself back to her, swallowing the cold sod.
"Nothing of particular detail. Just finding something to do."
(Sorry it's short and terrible.)
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Post by grace on Jan 1, 2006 14:01:21 GMT -5
((lol)) Her auds turned back to catch the sound of his rasping voice. Aye, seems this place is short of activities. She said to him before turning her boa back and rotating her bulk to match the position. I do believe I forgot to give thee my calling. I am Excalibur's Rose. Called Excalibur by some, and Rose by others. With that she pulled up a swatch of grass and munched on the moist plant. |
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Post by stitchedskull on Jan 2, 2006 14:22:59 GMT -5
Stallion head rose and fell in a nodding, hot breath turning to steam in the cool of the sea.
"Then I be Autopsy Saw. Like you, Autopsy by some, Saw by others."
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Post by grace on Jan 2, 2006 16:30:47 GMT -5
She nodded as she spoke before tossing a lone tassel from her eyes. Now that introductions are done, I don't know whats next. She spoke, a rasp in her breath from the salty air entering her lungs. |
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Post by being lazy again on Jan 6, 2006 13:19:56 GMT -5
The stallion nodded, turning away to study to lands, then looking to her a breif moment. His head fell to graze a moment, rising once he was satisfied.
"I really suppose it could be nothing more than standing about. I rarly am about other horses."
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Post by grace on Jan 7, 2006 16:29:01 GMT -5
Hm..your the only one I have seen so far. She turned from the cliff's edge and walked, appearing to glide, over the rocky outcrop of land. Her banner simply moving along with her timber's strokes. Over she went to a bushy patch of fresh grass and nibbled the edges hungrily. Rose then brought her head back up to look at the stag. So, Saw..why do you stay away from others? She asked with a musky sounding tone. |
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Post by stitchedskull on Jan 14, 2006 2:16:50 GMT -5
The reason had been long contemplated by the stag. Hours on end, he would sit and think. Why? Why was life so?
"Because I don't like them. They make me mad... and I kill them. They are worthless to me. Especially in numbers. I could never be in a herd."
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Post by Grace ish lazy on Jan 14, 2006 15:22:31 GMT -5
She blew a small travelling bug from her nose before answering, Makes enough sense I guess. I don't like to be around large numbers either. I can handle one or two other equines, but not over that number. Excalibur simply lowered herself to the rough ground and sighed. Boredom and settled itself over the two. |
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Post by stitchedskull on Jan 21, 2006 1:25:04 GMT -5
Thick pillars bent, and he too lowered to the grass. He munched at it slowly. It acctually was qutie... enjoyable to be with another. Despite the lack of blood and thrill, he liked it.
"To tell you the truth this is rather... nice." He said with a nod of his large skull, resting it down on the earth.
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Post by grace on Jan 21, 2006 1:29:07 GMT -5
She made a silent humming sound as a cool breeze hit her side. Yes, 'tis nice to have the company of one like me. Rose said to him before looking around. ((Muse = yucky)) |
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