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Post by ponymad on Nov 5, 2005 15:46:27 GMT -5
The tri-coloured sullfock Punch cross made his way through the lands. He had eyed this land for a long time now and it seemed as deserted as ever now. Sniffing the ground for any scents of the lead, he found loads but all were old. He reared up and screamed into the air.
I claim these lands as mine, if any stag disagrees then they can come and talk or fight! |
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Post by Crow'sia on Nov 5, 2005 16:04:02 GMT -5
OOC; Okay, yup, its fine luff.
As a note for anyone else. I have allowed Ponymad to do this. Infact, anyone can come up and say 'hey this is my land now', the only way its argued is if someone challenges the selfproclaimed lead. So folks, don't whine OOCly, whine ICly and challenge the guy ^^
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Post by ponymad on Nov 5, 2005 16:15:28 GMT -5
OCC|| Lol Crow. ;D Anyone can challenge me if they want.
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Post by wolf2 on Nov 6, 2005 19:22:58 GMT -5
||.Feather dashed across the shores, she had made it here before Prim it seemed. She wanted to see her daughter once more then go search the lands. But wait...some thing wasn't right...were're was Storm? The foal she had nursed for a while...Spirit's son. She skidded to a halt when she saw the brute...yes it was true Storm had been gone a while...but, did this stag take his place. She blew out to the sky, and reared pawing the air. True she was frightened, what would happen under his lead? Where was Storm? Where was magic? Where was Curse? What would it be like now? What was he like?.||
||."What's going one?".||
||.The painted shire mare called out to him. Long white feathers danced across the sands, mane danced along with the breezes...she pawed the earth again. She eyes the stallion up and down...he had three colors? She was white with patches of black...but he was a tint of three? She looked around...what if he was like her father? Were was Magic?!?! Were was her daughter...||
||.Magic returned from the mountains. Curse should be here soon, she thought. She saw her mother and dashed toward her. Her black pelt shined, her white blaze ran up her face...and long with feathers dragged the sands. She stopped beside her mother and nuzzled her.||
||."Mother...next year, I'm gonna foal for Curse...are you ready for a grand-foal?".||
||.She smiled, but then she noticed the sight of the stag along the beach. Magic backed up...where was her half brother? Had this stag hurt him? She whinnied loudly for Curse to come...was her love still the guard here? Where was her brother at? Wasn't he still lead? What was this stag doing here? She half reared and called for Curse agian...Curse needed to be here, he was her love and best friend of her brother...he deserved to know what was going on here...||
||."Mother...what's...he doing here?".||
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Post by ponymad on Nov 7, 2005 4:36:45 GMT -5
Miss! Please do not worry! I won't hurt any mare. And I haven't done anything to anyone. I'm not like that.
His blackened banner moved out in the wind as if black waves were spraying. He lowered his dial to the two mares and then surrved them. They had to be mother and daughter, they were so alike. Snorting, he raised his crown back up to the sky. He They were both black and white while he was three.....Black, white and brown. Such an unsual color, he had only seen it on another once.
Miss and Miss, I am Kanao.
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Post by Hazel on Nov 7, 2005 11:42:55 GMT -5
[ immmm, back! ]
Storm cantered forth and glared at the stag.
"these are my lands brute, and i was planning of handing them to my beta stag, Curse, now be gone with you."
he said quite carmly, though had a burning anger inside his chest. His black pelt deepened the day around him as his slow steps took him ever closer to the stallion, ready to fight. Though his father died in battle, Storm was no weakiling and was not afraid.
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Post by flame on Nov 8, 2005 15:19:59 GMT -5
Her grey bodice was seen across the world, she smiled as she saw her love, Flame...yes she discovered that she was in love with him, when she left for the world. To discover the things that she wanted...the horses that she met were great...but she always thought of Flame, no matter where she was....or who she saw..everything was...him. She reared as she heard the call of a challenge to Flame, right when she came home...to tell her feelings...she sighed and ran down through the beach, her talons picking up the sand under her hood. She nuzzled him, for such a long time
Flame..I need to tell you something...
she then saw the other stallion and smiled again
Hi, I am Broken Dreams.....but WHY ARE YOU HERE
she said looking at him....and smiled, then nuzzled Flame again and again
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Post by Hazel on Nov 9, 2005 12:34:15 GMT -5
He grinned and nuzzled her back, nickering in joy. He hadnt seen her in a while.
"This stag seems to thing her owns my fathers lands, but im here to stop him. What did you want m'lo-ady."
He corrected quickly, He had almost said love and blushed, though knew he ment it.
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Post by flame on Nov 9, 2005 15:00:35 GMT -5
She listened to her kings words and smiled. She missed him so much while she went to the land of her birth, to find out who she really was and she noticed that she was in love with her king. She always had been, she didn't want to say it, but she knew that she had to, or it would come out at the worst time....like in front of Fall or something, she nuzzled his maw and said
While I was away, finding out who I was....I discovered something m'lo-king
she heard his words, and her heart soared, then when she spoke she made the same mistake and then finally said
I discovered, I am in love with my king...I love you Flame
she said, happy that she finally said it, but scared that she would be rejected......by him..and that would drive her to kill herself. She couldn't live without him, she wanted to be his love, carry his kin and be his love...forever
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Post by ponymad on Nov 10, 2005 11:22:17 GMT -5
Then I will fight you young stag, for the lands and all the mares in it, except for the grey one. You can keep her if you loose, but are then banished from the lands, if you win I am banished from these shores. Deal?
Auds pinned back when the charchol stag had entered, and then when the grey mare entered aloso. His loving nature was subdued as his firey spririt broke free. He wanted these lands so he was going to fight for them. Without giving any warnings, he lashed out at the stag and then reared up high to his full heaight. Hoping to hit him somewere he waited....... |
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Post by Hazel on Nov 10, 2005 13:50:20 GMT -5
He grinned.
"You will swallow you words stag, i would never leave you with my sisters, i would rather die, and even if i lose, ill be right back again. Oh, and Dream, i love you too."
He reared also, but only a small once and cantered to one side, turning in a circle using his mustange agility anf thoughrghbred speed. She chared, using his fathers old techinique that he had used before death and put down his head to headbutt his chest.
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Post by katrina on Nov 11, 2005 18:32:55 GMT -5
Katrina watched. So. Storm could love. Her heart congradulated Whisper and Storm for their speaking of love, but her soul longed to join them. She could love, but would probably never for she knew no one loved her. Her dark silver pelt was matted, the result of many days of wandering the shores, trying to stay out of sight of everyone. She had only seen Snoqualmie recently, and she shuddered as she thought of their meeting. The mare scared her to death, but she was right. Katrina would never be loved.
A black feather was caught in her mane, and multiple white feathers were stuck in her tail. Her hooves were grainy, as was her back and side. Her face, usually either so happy or so scared was the only part of her body completely clean, and it had a look of so great a sadness that even if it was seen, it would only make others turn away in fear and disgust. Misery was now her name; she was no longer scared of stallions. Now she was only scared of dying with no one who cared about her. But she knew she needn't fear. That was how it would be, if she feared or not.
So now she stood, a top a dune, looking like a spirit rejected from heaven. Flamed Storm. The one stallion she had thought she could trust. But what is trust? Merely a form of love. She hated the thought, hated the thought of ever once being a doter, watching from the sidelines. Now she loved no one, or she told herself she loved no one, because she didn't want to hurt. She just wanted to die...
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Post by missylovesjenna on Nov 11, 2005 23:38:29 GMT -5
((sorry guys school  )) Afraid. No. Fear. No. Not a trace of those words rang through his hueless dish as he gaited smoothly across the land the shadows gripping his back and hugging him tightly in a vane effort not to let go of their beloved master. Curse had always ruled the shadows and felt he always would.His absence had led him no where to find anything about his mother's strange dissapernce and this upset him greatly, how could she just "poof" and be away?Talons struck the earth with full force letting it writh and squirm under his weight and all so mighty rath.For a moment he swore he heard her whispher, his threads were lifted up by the sting of the salty sea breeze the gratefully flooded into his nares. He was home and wanted it to stay that way. Dial was tossed as he gave a half rear and moved at a gallop, the sand being kicked up behind him to form a wall of gold, his white sides streaked with sweat as he moved like a bolt of greased lightning. Blue orbs shown with anticipation as nares expanded and closed taking in and letting out all the oxygen and hydrogen needed for the short but quick run.He could sense the presence of another and turned on his haunches nearly landing ontop of a stallion, his white threads tangled as one fell over a piercing blue occuli. "You won't get the lands.. if you win them from Storm I will challenge you myself."Curse was huge, muscles rippling under his andulsian/shire/arabian/mustange pelt. The light silver dapples still evident as voice was a cold harsh rasp he had a side no one knew about and he made sure of it.Shortly after Feather and Magic arrived, he nipped Magic's nape lightly and looked at Feather, "Nothing.."he spoke in forced calm he wanted to kill the one infront of him for dare trying.. of how pist off Curse was at the stallion. The others arrived yet he ignored them and stood only inches away from the other, his breathing swirling around him and his hawk like eyes narrowed into slits. Auds were flat to his dome as nape was arched in a proud yet arrogant stance. |
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Post by Hazel on Nov 12, 2005 2:43:55 GMT -5
He couldnt help but whinny at the sight of his friend. He poke quickly, turning from his attack and cantering a few strides away.
"Curse, i wish for you to have my lands, im no good for this job. I fear soon i shall be forced to leave."
he relled, before running back at the stag and rearing at his sides, plundering down upon his back...
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Post by katrina on Nov 12, 2005 13:49:38 GMT -5
Katrina could not just stand at the top. She trotted down, not caring what anyone else thought. She would see Storm... and if Storm died, so be it. Katrina was already going to kill herself soon. She was immune to the feelings of the world, her self-pity wiping out all other feelings, and finally wiping out itself. She felt nothing, even love could not find a holding ground. So she stood, watched, and let a nicker escape. That nicker told her past... of hurt, of hate, of love that went to waste. Of death, of suicide, of life. Of the wings of angels, of the horns of devils. All in a single nicker.
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