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Post by galadriel on Nov 13, 2010 18:53:49 GMT -5
M.A.D. H.A.T.T.E.R. "Now the Mad man has come to play the game.." Tiresome shadows, shifty figures and, over all, weird happenings. This was an evil souls happy place especially to Mad. He liked to reside in the silence and dark varieties that the world had to offer. The pitch black stallion almost blended in with this master piece of a dark painting. Though he had no markings what so ever on him, Mad was just like the shadow of a horse.
His muscles strung out of his neck as he galloped through the forest floor of leaves his maroon orbited pupils visioned onto a small creature scuttling across the leaves. It seemed to be looking for something, Mad didn't like the noise it was making so he decided to play another 'game'. He trotted up to it and stomped but, instead of running the animal went up to him and nipped at his hooves like a dog, Mad stomped on the creature's tail and THAT made it flee.
It was a badger one of the most vile of mammals. Mad continued his gallop and soon stopped by a statue of an angel. He flipped one ear back and studied the lifeless thing that was staring at him back. The mustang walked under it and gently lied down swishing his long, raven black tail around swiveling the leaves on the ground. He waited to see if any other signs of life would come sweeping by. Perhaps he would play a game with them as well. |
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Post by SAPHYRI,, on Nov 13, 2010 19:02:53 GMT -5
Illaya had been wondering aimlessly for the past few days, unaware of what she was to do with herself. She lacked a home, a herd and anyone to go to. Her father was long gone, as was her mother and those that she grew up with. She'd ended up in the graveyard it seemed, as she raised her crown to peer over the land with her icy blue orbs. They were what she got from her painted stallion, while her body was that of her mothers, dark brown and thoroughbred build. She was shorter then most racers though, sadly. Sometimes the young fae wished she could be tall and simply look down at those around her as if she wasn't even on earth. She hated it here, to say the least.
Just then, Illaya spotted a young appy filly, and froze. The equine was grayish and see though, a ghost. This happened often. The young fae shook her head, sending pieces of her short mane flying as she tried to clear her mind, hoping the filly would vanish. Instead, she simply appeared more dead. Wounds had appeared in the exact same spots that her mother had bore wounds before her death. The fillys neck was torn open, as was her rump. Illaya whinnied in fear, rearing powerfully into the air, willing the ghost to vanish. Maybe if someone believed her things would be better, but they never did. The mare landed on her front hooves and whirled around to run, nearly smacking into a pure black stallion.
She spoke nothing, simply eyed him with her head hung low and took a few steps back, one ear turned, listening as if she'd be able to hear if the ghost filly was still there.
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Post by galadriel on Nov 13, 2010 19:13:21 GMT -5
Mad lowered his head quickly and shook it just as he had had an impact of another horse hit him. He looked up, a bit dazed from the suprise and stared directly at a roan colored mare. He flipped both ears back blinking with his maroon pupils and then turned his head to the background behind her.
Was there something there that he couldn't see? Well, he didn't see anything, only a couple of leaves swirling around and dropping off somewhere else. He returned his dark gaze onto the mare again and perked both his ears up looking more suttle. "Umm..Who're you..?", he kept staring at her for some reason, not even Mad himself knew.
He just couldn't take his eyes off of her like there was something clinging to her or something, he didn't know. The black stallion looked at her studying her already up close features switching his gaze back and forth from her to whatever freaked her out behind her but there wasn't anything but trees and leaves, for all he knew. There could be something more. |
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Post by SAPHYRI,, on Nov 13, 2010 19:23:47 GMT -5
The mares eyes flew over the stallion, taking in all of his features as she listened to the words he spoke. She wasn't much of a talker, speaking was some what scary when it came to talking to one other then yourself. She spoke anyway though, her maw opening slightly to allow her light, soothing voice to flow out over the land.
"Illaya."
She simply uttered one word before realizing he didn't seem all that dangerous. The mare glanced behind her and let out a sigh of relief at the fact that the filly was gone. She was better now, more stable then she had been and in turn a bit more willing to socialize. Her head lifted a bit, ears perking forward to hear the world around her as her blue eyes gazed at the blackness of the stallions coat. She wished she could be such a beautiful color.
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Post by galadriel on Nov 13, 2010 19:36:23 GMT -5
Mad flickered one ear at the answer she gave, Illaya. She seemed more scared but relatively relaxed a bit when she noticed whatever frightened her wasn't there anymore. He looked at her and backed up so that there was some space between them as he relaxed under the angel statue. "Well, hello Illaya..Pleasure to meet you. My name's Mad...", he tried so hard to not disturb the mare, he didn't like to spook people though he most often did. Some said he smelled of death form miles away, was he really that bad smelling of blood and fights?
He swiveled his ears around more getting any signs of life in this graveyard as he stayed glued to the statue. His black coat moved some when he shifted his weight. Mad was one of those uncomfortable stallions that didn't exactly know how to talk to a mare, normally just blurting out what came to mind. But, Mad didn't do that he just listened and said what would work for the question or conversation. |
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Post by SAPHYRI,, on Nov 13, 2010 20:34:56 GMT -5
Illaya nodded her head to the stallion in acknowledgement. She wasn't much of a talker and thankfully it didn't seem as though he was either. So what were they to do? Simply stand around and do nothing for the rest of the day, or would they part ways and forget they ever met. Illaya let out a soft sigh and spoke again.
"I'm sure it's a pleasure to meet you Mad. My appologies for running into you. I wasn't aware I had company."
That was probably the most the young fae had said since her mother passed. There was a time when her herd members truly believed she'd become mute because of her mothers passing, and for a while there, she considered it. She had no one to talk to, therefore felt no need to speak other then to herself, so not only was she known as a mute, but everyone believed she was crazy. When she did talk, it didn't help that all she said was that she saw this ghost or that ghost. After a while, her herd just left, which was what brought her to living on her lonesome. It was unfortunate, but sometimes bad things had to happen until good things came along.
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Post by galadriel on Nov 13, 2010 20:48:29 GMT -5
"It's ok..I'm, just not one to see many others out here in a graveyard. Don't you have a..herd or somewhere to be..?", Mad wasn't being mean, just wondering. He himself have never experienced being in a herd and therefore is a loner stallion. He met mostly mares, fighting other lone stallions along the way, his nature is rarily ever exposed to mares unless they get him angered.
The mustang carefully walked around the statue to the other side swinging his tail limply behind his 15.4 hand body, stepping on the steps of the hidden staircase hidden behind the statue itself. He sniffed the base of the statue sneezing up the dust that had impacted his nostrils. He was obviously already bored, sleepy and wanted to do something interesting. But his features never showed that, except hunger. |
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Post by msshardy on Nov 14, 2010 19:07:33 GMT -5
Satian ran charging toward the graveyard. He'd heard from a stallion he used to play with as a colt in the herd he grew up in that his stepfather had passed away, telling every Satian's 'Big secret' before so. His big secret was the leader wasn't his real Father. It was hard to explain to anyone, but his Mother had fallen in love with a nomad when Satian's step Father had captured her. She'd mated to the step Father before Satian had been born. When Satian became a stallion, his step Father had explained to Satian about his real Father. He'd claimed Satian had gone nuts and attacked him, but in truth Satian took it very calmly and thanked his step Father for raising him and treating him as his own. His pathetic, moronic step Father had Satian's own Mother drive him out.
Satian ran faster. The stallion, Boltianoe, had tracked Satian down just to tell him the leader had told everyone where Satian's real Father's grave site was.
Satian was headed there now. He slowed and went to a large, red marbled statue of a horse. It was his Father's grave. He noticed a mare and that stupid stallion Mad further away, but he ignored them. He was too depressed he'd never met his Father to notice.
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