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Post by Hazel on Jan 21, 2006 15:00:04 GMT -5
[ Screams, and its the Gaia ]
Storm sighed and nodded to Curses insults and words. He didnt care about the white stag anymore, the colt her had loved was dead and gone, replaced by the selfish and crude stallion standing before him. Looking up, Storm saw the new mare padding closer and narrowed his eyes.
"You have guessed correct old friend, though i doubt i can call you 'friend' for much longer. When i was less than a year old my mother caught the Gaia, she died by my side and i caught it from her. My fathers sickness was grief and depression, i got that also. So, im thinking its a cross between your two theories."
He turned then to the dark mare, the beast of the night. The once alleged Outlaw.
"Names Storm, son of Spirit, the one of whom you pledged to destroy, Outlaw."
He glared at her, not letting his gaze move from her cold orbs, seeking the reason why she ventured in these lands. Surly she would know that the ones she had hurt so long ago would still live here?
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Post by lazy wolf on Jan 21, 2006 20:22:33 GMT -5
Magic began to get nervous as more equines can about, and as Curse left she looked at each of them...disapointed. Her heart told her she cared...but she was wondering about that now. If Storm killed his self...what would happen after all? The words of the appy mare cut deeply in to her heart. How was Curse selfish? Storm didn't wish to fight...so Curse did. Storm had also said he wanted Curse to have the lands...so have was he selfish? She let her dark tassels float to cover her eyes, for they had lost their glow. All this talk of her love, the one she love, made her angry at the others...but the fear with held her. She wanted so much to speak...to stand up for Curse...but her timid nature was in the way. She began to sweat a little, and her body trimbled....why couldn't she like her mother just once in a while? She gathered all the heart deep inside her, and muttered softy...but loud enough to be heard.
"I fail to see the truth in your words..."
She was some-what proud she had spoken out toward unknown horses. She felt as if she didn't know any of them...not ever her own brother. Storm felt like a stranger to her know...he wasn't her brother any more...justa stranger. He had changed so much...that she felt as if she knew nothing of him any more. She knew Storm, her brother, but not this Storm...
The Ebony mare drifted out of sight...not wanting to take part here any more. She wished to be around the shore line...alone to think. Fix things in her mind...she felt the need to talk to her mother know...
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Post by Hazel on Jan 22, 2006 2:23:42 GMT -5
He turned to his sister and shook his head bitterly.
"Oh but there is truth within them, your love fails to see past his beauty and kindeness, but deep down even he nows that he is selfish."
He wanted to comfort her, to love her like the sister he had always known, but he coulnt walk, his knees trembled as he stood, a step would surly force him to fall.
"He is only selfish beacuse of his uncaring, Magic. He does not care of i lie dead of if i am alive, i am a burdon on him. Now he has my lands, i dont matter anymore. And so be it, seeing as my own sister cares not to comfort me, or to right her mate of his wrongs."
He knew that now he was being bselifh in his own way, but he had came looking for his old friend, but he never came. Just a herd of other horses, an outlaw, a stranger, the friend he had never knew resided in the shores - Curse. His heart had opened new levels of emotions, and this was not one of his better qualities.
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Post by Kindred Blue on Jan 22, 2006 13:45:51 GMT -5
Catalyst was cheered by the support the strangers gave him after his words,a nd was pleased with the thankyou's delivered to him. But, as the meeting began to grow, his nerves were running thin and it took all the strength he had to stand without shaking.
The gentle touch from the female surprised him, but he lowered his head momentairly to her in respect, still in silence. He watched as the ruder stallion realised what was going on, yet Catalyst himself was lost in confusion. Gaia, eh? So theres a medical epidemic in this place, how fun.. he thought gently, with slight worry.
Suddenly, Catalysts mind leapt, as a namewas spoken that shook him. Saggia. As he stred at her his eyes widened - why the hell did he recognise this name? Shaking his head like a horse cursed, he moved backwads a few steps and snorted, before calming once more and staring determindly at the sand beneath his hooves.
Saggia... I know that name.
ooc: Yay, rubbish post! I swear I'm talking out my ass. But hay, I've been drinking Kick and sugar and vinegar and moroccan chili power and salt and pepper and god knows what else so who cares? =D
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Post by D o v e on Jan 25, 2006 22:09:57 GMT -5
Hard eyes narrowed coldly at the stallion called Storm. She listened to him speak about his mother dying from the Gaia. Black bod stood calmly and she spoke in a steady voice, but there was a lethal edge to her words.
Your mother was weak, always weak.
Her voice was more of a dark mutter and she interjected it immediately after Storm said that his mother had died from the Gaia. When he turned his gaze back to her there was a malevolent grin upon her blackened muzzle and she flipped her torn aud forward. Yes, she had been an outlaw, but she herself had never been involved in the actual battle. She had vanished and no knows why, just before the battle. Yes, she had sworn to help destroy Spirit and she would have helped in the battle had it not been for the Gaia infecting her. She did assist though. It was she, Saggia that stole Tequila away from his herd lands right beneath his own father’s nose. She herself had been responsible for pushing Tequila over the edge to comply with his own dark wishes of destroying his father. She served as a mentor, though it was Soul, Omen’s half brother, that taught Omen how to fight. Saggia liked to believe it was her wisdom, knowledge, and disposition that Omen had sought to gain from her.
Storm spoke to her as if she was still his enemy now, but she had no intentions of recreating the band or of attempting to destroy Sandy Shores still. Saggia’s maw cracked open to speak, but was then that the other mare trotted off and her own cold eyes watched her bod slip beneath the horizon. Her gaze held Storm for a brief second; he seemed quite torn, but did not follow the mare. Her black auds flipped back to listen to Storm’s words. She then turned her head back for a quick glance to the other stallion; again her cold eyes studied him intensely. How is it that he seems familiar… Saggia spoke again, out of curiosity, to the strange stallion.
Do I know you?
She continued to stare at the stallion called Catalyst. Saggia didn’t believe that he’d even spoken his name and so she simply stared at him with that intensely cold gaze. It was after a few moments that she shook her head slightly and returned her attention to Storm. That malevolent grin spread across her maw again and she said in a cold, harsh tone.
Aye, I was an outlaw…but I was more than those featherbrained fools that followed Denizen like a lost puppy. It was I who stole Tequila from his own lands, right beneath his father’s nose. That fool Spirit should have paid more attention to his own son; it took very little persuasion to get Tequila to follow me back to Denizen. In fact, he made the decision of his own free will, I merely gave him the choice.
She paused, letting her words linger in the air like icicles hanging on to a tree just waiting to fall. Her words were like knives seeking to pierce flesh and she had chosen her words with great care. Saggia was quite easily the most manipulative horse that has ever lived. Anything she wants, she can get.
Saggia looked after the retreating form of that other mare and then back to Storm and said quietly.
You’re a fool for letting her leave like that.
It was at those words that a pale gray mare came trotting over a distant dune and finally came into the view of the others. Her gait was smooth and her long black banner trailed slightly aloft behind her, just barely gracing the sand with its silky strands. Her features were soft and her head was held elegantly to her chest. It felt odd to be back, to feel the soft sands beneath her black hooves. Dove came up to the trio, hooves sinking into the sands and bringing her to a halt. Her coat was such a light gray that it looked nearly pure white, but down near her hooves was pure black and then it faded upwards becoming completely white at her shoulder. Her soft muzzle too was purely black and like her legs it faded gently until it was white just before her cheek. She was a sweet and beautiful mare, but never in her life had she been with a stallion…seven years old and no offspring at all, quite a feat that she had managed to live her life without stallions and no one had yet to change her mind.
Dove smiled kindly to the trio, being merely polite to the stallion and the other mare, but she had come to see Storm for she had not seen Spirit around and was worried. Unlike the others, Dove didn’t know about the battle…just like Saggia, she had vanished before a drop of blood was shed. Dove had known about the outlaws and their vow to destroy Spirit, but she had left the lands before the band had attacked, before Spirit’s death. Now she has returned, after Spirit has passed…after the carnage has been washed from the sands by the steady tide. Everything was peaceful now, she did not question why. So now Dove feared that she had returned too late, that perhaps Spirit had already died…but still she remains slightly hopeful that perhaps he has survived.
The sweet little Spanish mare looked back again to the black mare and saw again the mark of the Outlaws, the bitten right ear….but something about this mare was familiar. Dove studied the mare, soft chocolate eyes slipping over her form and suddenly a light broke in her eyes. Could it really be? Dove gave a small gasp as she came to the realization and said in a quiet, yet excited voice.
Saggia!
Unlike Storm she held no grudges and so she held nothing against the old mare for having been an outlaw. Dove smiled happily as she explained herself, feeling that both Storm and the other stallion would think her queer for being glad to see one that had vowed to destroy her lands. She smiled kindly and explained gently.
Saggia helped me escape the humans when I was just a silly two year old. Do you remember me Saggia? I know it’s been a long time, five years to be exact, but you must remember something.
Dove’s voice was so cheery and hopeful and she simply smiled as if nothing was wrong with seeing the old outlaw standing in the Sandy Shores.
Saggia blinked in surprise as Dove joined the group. Saggia’s black head tilted to the side when the mare seemed to recognize her, but her eyes went wide and her body went rigid when Dove spoke of Saggia helping her escape. For a few moments Saggia simply froze and just stared wide-eyed at the mare before her. She doesn’t care. It doesn’t bother her that I was an outlaw, that I vowed to destroy her leader….she still believes that I’m the same mare that helped her many years ago. She couldn’t believe it, just couldn’t believe or even comprehend that despite the horrific crimes she had committed against her own kind this one mare still treated her the same as any other. How could anyone be so innocent and kind? It was incredible.
Saggia forced her body to relax, it wasn’t that she was scared…no, she was scared, but not of the mare nor the stallions. No, no, she was frightened by the kindness. Saggia knew nothing but cruelty and she performed nothing but cruel acts. Yes, the black mare remembered the day that she had helped Dove escape from the humans, but it was slightly different than how the pale mare told it. Saggia had never truly helped the mare escape, she had done it for herself and because she hated the humans…it just turned out that it was when the humans were about to take Dove away from the shipping yard and off to her new home that Saggia made her move. It hadn’t been intentional, but she had helped at least twenty horses without meaning too. It just hit her now that those horses most have thought her to be very noble and that she was doing a good deed…not really, she had just wanted her own freedom. Suddenly it hit her how very amusing this situation was and she burst out laughing.
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Post by Hazel on Jan 26, 2006 12:14:50 GMT -5
[ Looong post, well done ^^ ]
Storms audes tiwtched at her words, his blackened maw turning towards her. Pistons raised in difience, unable to walk towards her, or even arc his neck proudly. No, he was not proud, nor was he strong enough to do such a thing. His best friend had left him, taking his beloved sister with him. He had stolen his lands - Storm was a broken stallion. He stared at her with wide, angry eyes.
"You were the one who took him, you were the one who forced him to become something he wasnt born to become! You caused the death of my brother, and forced my father to kill him for your own enjoyment!"
A rage beyong all other flared up inside him.His heart beat rapidly, so much that he feared it would burst through his weakened chest. He gasped from his breaths, hooves stinging on the scolding sands. He glared at her for a moment, before the anger drifted away, rippling from his body. Dove was back.
He turned to her, weak and limping. He tried to stand upright, but he was forced to lean his skeletral body on his bleoved mares. He grinned and called out, forgeting his bubbling anger towards Saggia.
"Dove! Finaly you have returned! There is alot of news, sad tales i must say.......Omen was killed by sSpirit, but that bastard Denizen had wanted it to happen! Omen did not kill Tequilla - Omen WAS Tequilla! He set father up....He made him murder his own son."
He took a deep breath, knees begining to shake. He forced himself to stay upright, his fight against gravity was a hard one, he fearer he would soon fall. He leant his weight against his beloved and closed his eyes painfully, from the weight in his knees, but also the force of the memories he held within his tender mind.
"It gets worse, Denizen and Spirit fought bravley, but they both died in a wave, the shores getting thier own back on the two stallions."
The pain in his legs was worse as he struggled not to fall. He knew if he did, there wasnt much hope of getting back up. He opened his eyes and gritted his teeth.
"I left not long ago, my sickness greater than ever before, hence why i cannot stand, and came back to discover Curse has taken over the shores. They are no longer Spririts, or mine, they are his, and i am soon to die."
He finished with a sigh. The truth was out. She knew everything. He gasped, breathless, and fell onto his knees. The moment his concentration fell, his weak knees had given way. He looked up wearily, infront of him was Catalyst. Storms vision was blurred, for a moment, the mahogany stag look much like like his brother...But it couldnt be - could it?
He winced, fell onto his side and bretahed deeply, eyes closing. He doubted her could rise again, but there was always hope. His sister and friend had left him, but the others were here. Even Catalyst. He smiled up at the stallion, a weak, shy grin. Then his eyes fell shut and breaths were forced into him, chest rising and falling with a shudder.
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