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Post by silentunknown on Jan 6, 2006 21:17:19 GMT -5
The yearling blinked at gazed from the top of a hill over the fields. The half-moon’s light shining above made his coat shine and his eyes glisten while the stars simply added to the backdrop. The wind blew gently and made the grass sway lightly in the breeze creating soft rustling sounds. The crickets sang in tune with the thrumming beat of the night. The air was chilly enough to allow one’s breath to momentarily float with the breeze before disappearing.
Shadowed Glory snorted before taking off down the hill and through the grasses at a gallop. The ground gave way beneath his black daggers and the grasses tickled his sides, legs, and underbelly as he ran but he did not stop. The night was his time to shine and shine he did. He lifted his legs close to his body before letting them slam back towards the ground to propel him further along on his invisible path.
The colt slid to a halt and lifted up into a rear, forelegs lashing out at the night air as if it were an attacker and he let out a scream-like whinny. He landed on all fours then and listened to the echo of his cry. He grunted lightly and then began to move at a slow but steady walk, his head bobbing lightly with his movements. He glanced around, wondering if anyone else was out to play.
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Post by stitchedskull on Jan 9, 2006 23:26:00 GMT -5
Ebon pelt melted away into the looming sky. The only lines showing the stallion to not be a constilation was the silver banner that hung from his nape, and tassel that hung like a noose behind his huanches.
The guns.
Bang, bang.
The guns.
Bang, bang.
The mind of the stag had been restless years now.
The guns.
Bang, bang.
The screams.
Help, help.
Broken, hurt and confused, he lived off the night. Ivorns clipped away at the tasteless blades of grass, empty pools shunning light as they glimmered in the night's silver hued gleam. Soldiers, perched nicely upon his skull turned to the rythmic music of thundering hooves. Slwoly, with little intrest the boa rose and tilted the head back to gaze at the distant dark figure on the move towards him. Seeing it was a young stag, he lost intrest further and dipped his head Hellward, clipping the grass, and slowly circling so his head faced towards the incoming brute.
The guns.
Bang, bang.
The pain.
Bang, bang. |
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Post by silentunknown on Jan 10, 2006 21:22:45 GMT -5
Shadowed looked at the other brute and blinked curiously. At first he seemed interested but when the other had seen him, he lost interest. Maybe he just needed to lighten up a bit, have a little fun.
He tossed back his head then, making a decision and trotted towards the other. However, not being a complete idiot, he did stop a respectful distance away from the other and he shook out his mane, restlessness already beginning to steal over his body.
He nickered softly before saying, "Hello, my name is Shadowed Glory but you can call me Shadow for short. Glory alone is a mare's name. You don't have to tell me your name, many choose not to anyway. I was just wondering if you wanted to play, it looks like it might do you some good."
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Post by stitchedskull on Jan 10, 2006 21:47:25 GMT -5
The ivories stopped clipping away, but the head stayed at earth. It turned, large eyes staring up at Shadowed Glory, taking in his words through erect auds. After his words ended, silence took them a long moment.
"My curse is Inverted Truth... but Truth does me just fine if needed." He rose his head slightly, still watching the colt wearily. "And I've grown out of playing." He switched his tassel, as he thought over the words. When had he last played? When he was home. It was with his brother in Galiant Field, racing and mock fighting. He snorted and pawed the earth, sod and soil lifting shortly.
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Post by silentunknown on Jan 11, 2006 21:56:57 GMT -5
The colt blinked and he shook his head. Not being one to keep his thoughts to himself he said, "Wow, you really are like a grumpy old stallion. No offense, but I've seen older mares and crippled old stallions play even a small game. I guess they were right, the miserable are no fun."
He snoted lightly, but didn't step forward nor did he retreat. He had always been able to stand his ground, even when the other colts ganged up on him. He had been called foolish and brave several times.
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Post by stitchedskull on Jan 11, 2006 22:36:45 GMT -5
He snorted and stomped his daggers, mock charging the younger equine. Both auds hid in the lush white banner.
"I am not old. Play brings bad memories." He snorted, empty eyes flashing with old anger at the colt as his foredaggers splayed slightly, ready to charge the stag away if he proved bothersome.
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Post by silentunknown on Jan 12, 2006 21:14:00 GMT -5
Shadowed took note of the other's position but didn't flinch or move, he just stood there. He blinked and flicked his tail lightly, "Then why not create new ones? You can't live your whole life in misery because of your past. Well, I suppose you can, but your life can only be made better if you try."
His ears twitched and he braced himself lightly for a charge or attack that may or may not come. His nostrils flared and he shook out his mane lightly, waiting for some kind of response.
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Post by stitchedskull on Jan 14, 2006 2:10:39 GMT -5
The stallion's boa rose to glare out at the other dark-hued equine.
"It's not that easy." He growled lowly, standing tall now.
(Sorry. Not much time, nor muse.)
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Post by silentunknown on Jan 16, 2006 22:14:39 GMT -5
((tis fine))
He blinked and couldn't help but draw himself up as well, "Whoever said life was easy? My life, though still short, hasn't exactly been a walk in a field of roses and daisies." He shifted his weight then so that it was evenly distributed between all of his four legs.
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Post by stitchedskull on Jan 16, 2006 22:18:54 GMT -5
"I know life isn't a feild of flowers. You have no right lectureing me about life. It's forgetting the scars that isn't easy." He snorted and pawed the earth, tassel flickering in annoyance.
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Post by silentunknown on Jan 16, 2006 22:32:45 GMT -5
He shook his head and sighed, "I never told you to forget anything. Just. . . to try to come to terms with them, that's all." He didn't sound like he did before as he spoke, he just sounded like a yearling, who was still trying to figure out which direction his life was headed.
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Post by stitchedskull on Jan 20, 2006 23:20:03 GMT -5
The older stallion snorted and shook his banner angrily. He turned away fromt eh yearling, flicking his tassel at him, snorting into the cold air. It was a short while before he stopped and looked back at the young male.
"You'll do good if you can remember that in the storms. It's amazing how foggy things can get.... so much... you can't even remember your sence." He turned to walk back to the other, a bit calmer.
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Post by silentunknown on Jan 22, 2006 22:25:21 GMT -5
He thought for a moment then nodded, "Your sense... that's sad. I hope I never have to face that, it would be a miserable life to live." He was mostly commenting to himself but he was talking to the other stallion at the same time. He had been looking at the ground as he spoke and thought, but then he lifted his gaze to the other, a kind of new light in his eyes.
He was a fast learner, even if he didn't always understand. It wasn't just that he was a fast learner, he was just eager to learn all that he could. Perhaps that was why he wandered in social places all the time, waiting to meet someone who could teach him something new.
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Post by stitchedskull on Jan 22, 2006 23:17:53 GMT -5
"I pray you don't either. I may be cold, but I'm not cruel." He flickered his banner, standing before the youthful creature. The stallion himself was not old, just aging at seven, but his temples were sunken and his mind was restless with the knowledge of pain and the memories to fill a novel.
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Post by silentunknown on Jan 23, 2006 21:23:49 GMT -5
The colt nodded and after a while his mood seemed to brighten again and he asked, "So, what do you do besides think?" He flicked his tail along with one ear as he awaited the answer of the older, but not old, stag.
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