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Post by wolf2 on Jan 27, 2006 17:11:30 GMT -5
Distant sound of rolling thunder sent a shiver down the mare's ebony hide. The shadow cast by the clouds fell upon her. The mare's feathered hooves carried her at a gallop down the beach. Flashes of light streamed down form the shy line, and soon a loud roar called from the sky. She could feel the soft drops of rain hit her body, and soon those soft drops turned to hard ones. The tide began to roll in fast, and she was in its way. The salty water began to soak her white feathers, making her retreat to higher ground. A flash of lightning struck a near by palm tree and it sent the mare into a rear. She thrashed her legs in the air wildly and a scream emitted from her maw.
She landed with a great boom of thunder, and was instantly in a gallop. The sands had become wet, and her weight soon fell below her. The mare tumbled down to earth, she lay there for a moment. The waters rushed up to surround her, and then went away. She threw herself up, and galloped to higher ground. Thunder rolled in the distance, and lightning flashed across the skyline. She looked franticly for shelter, and as she did she tripped on a limb that had fallen from a near by tree. Her body tumbled to the earth, but something went wrong. She felt a great pain in her leg, for it had been cut by the log. She cried out in pain, but forced herself up. She held the leg highly, and looked for shelter. The caves...
She limp toward the cave, the same one her mother, Meg, and Amber had shared once in a winter storm. She entered the cave. Soon the rains would be snow, for the winter had come, this was sure to be one of the last showers. She looked down to her leg, and she saw a gash. Her white feathers had a red stain, and blood was still coming. It was not a big gash, but one that caused much pain as she walked...for it was around a joint. She eased herself down to the rocky bottom and look out toward the storm. Would any one come?
Her sides heaved form her great run, and from the pain...when would the pain end? The cut stung, and she knew she must go to the ocean to let the salty water heal it...but she would have to wait for the storm to pass. If she went into the waters now...death would be waiting...
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Post by stitchedskull on Jan 28, 2006 14:07:23 GMT -5
(I'm returning an old charrie. ^^) The thunder shuttered his bones, the lightning cracking his hide like a whip of the god's. The beach shook as he three-beat the earth, hard, wide set pistons leaping over the fallen logs, swerving his massive bulk through the palms and towards the cave. He tasted the still scent of a femora, and knew it meant shelter. AS his creamy hide neared the cave, pools submiting the site of the cave with a Shire (right?) mare inside. He snorted, well known to his lack of welcome, but that mattered not. He walked quickly inside the cave, shaking his thick pelt free of water. The stallion was a strange site on the lands, but his rutic build was quite fantastic. He was a heavy draft, shaded with a dark cream throughout, save the blaze down his broad face.
Large pools, flashing with embers watched the mare, dipped his skull to the unknown femorra.
"I am terribly sorry for intruding. My dub is Drift Wood, but simply Drift will suit me fine. I hope you don't mind me sitting out the storm with you?" His vocals were deep and rich, tinged with a slight southern accent, very slight, but just enough to give the stag a bit of... decency as he spoke.
He spotted her wound and dropped his large mug to scent it for posible infection.
"You got that on a run here, aye?" He smiled warmly at her. "It should heal nicely. Lay down for now, keep weight of it." |
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Post by wolf2 on Jan 29, 2006 8:09:33 GMT -5
When the unknown stallion came into the cave it send shivers down Magic's spine. She was wet...so you couldn't tell she had broke into a cold sweat. She heard his name, never had she heard of him... She wanted to back up, but the cave walls prevented that. If she ran out. well she couln't...not with a busted leg. He told her to lay down...he was trying to help her? Her muddy pools scanned him, then she lay down. She examined the cut, the bleeding had worn away...some what. She seen a crack in the wall, and in it was a small pool and grass, this was the cave alright. She looked at him again, and then a simple word slipped out...
"Magic..."
Her name. She looked out to the stormy winds, they had blow down a few more branches. She was the lead mare...what was she doing in here? She needed to check on all of the herd members...but her leg. It wasn't a bad storm...not a hurricane or tornado, just high winds and lightning...so maybe they were alright.
Where was Curse? Where was her mate? She began to worry about him out in the storm...but where was he?
-.Magic.]
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Post by stitchedskull on Jan 29, 2006 13:24:52 GMT -5
The bulky beast kneeled before her, then dropped his hinds witha thud to the ground. His neck was arched in her direction, but then his skull turned to watch the storm.
"Don't worry. I have no intention on harming you. These lands are owned. Who by?" He asked her as his heavy crown swung back to her.
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Post by wolf2 on Jan 29, 2006 18:40:12 GMT -5
Her flutes caught the words of which he spoke, but still she found herself a little nervous. It wasn't him ti was her, and the curse of being shy. Her midnight colored coat shiver and some of the water fell of her her bulk. She looked at the gash, now the crimson liquid ran no more...but still she would soak it in the salty waters of the sea. Her glossy feathers were not stained with crimsion...
The storm's winds ceased, but the rain and lightning continued. His tones caught her flutes and she answered.
"My mate is the lead stallion, and I am the lead mare...but this had been for a short time. I am new at this...and I feel I do a bad job at lead mare..."
She really felt that way, her mother had been lead once...not for long, but she had been. So mother and daughter had shared this...but Magic felt as if she wasn't doing her job right, maybe it was because she had only had the lead mare title for a short amount of time now...
-.Magic.]
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Post by stitchedskull on Jan 29, 2006 23:02:54 GMT -5
(It'll be short again.)
The cream stallion shook his skull after dipping it in respect to her.
"Then pardon my intrusion 'pon your cave and your lands. I havn't seen your rule, but you don't seem bad at your role. Any horse would be fearful with a cut like that and a storm raging outside. There isn't anything you can do about it."
He rubbed her shoulder gently, in a comforting friendly manner. Drift had never really belonged anywhere. Like his name suggested, he just wandered from land to land, field to field, enjoying the beauty in life, that most strode over ina rush to enjoy it all. He sat and watched it all in silent amusement.
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Lazy Broken DreamsWhisper
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Post by Lazy Broken DreamsWhisper on Jan 30, 2006 15:30:23 GMT -5
-Sry, to intrude..but curse Quit!
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Post by lazy wolf on Jan 30, 2006 18:17:37 GMT -5
-i know...but magic dosent...-
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Post by wolf2 on Feb 2, 2006 18:10:32 GMT -5
The ebony mare lifted her crane to view the outside once more...she hadn't seen Curse in a while, and it was making her feel uncomfortable. He would never leave her...would he? The stag's tone rang in her adus and her muddy pools faced him. He had never been accepted into a home? She had lived here all her life...so she didn't know how it felt having no home.
"If you wish...you may stay here..."
Her sweet lyrics echoed into the cave's air. She looked to see cave paintings...a chestnut and a Appaloosa horse? What could it mean? She shook the taught away, and them thought of Curse...
-srry it's short...just trying to catch up before i have to do my home work-
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Post by stitchedskull on Feb 3, 2006 23:40:42 GMT -5
Gentle smile caressed the pink and carmel mug of the large brujo, but his head shook on his boa.
"Thank you kindly for your offer. As beautiful as this land is.... I'm still not sure if I could stay in a single herd. If you don't mind... would you permit me an... unpermanent stay here? I don't know when I'd leave.... I might not. I'd see how it turned out."
The amber orbs watched her with weary care, as perhaps a farther looks on his daughter. Something lay behind the brilliant embers that flashed with youth. A muddy green of age and a certain rage, consmed down by long chats with himself, repetaing over and over. He was not a wolf. He was not blood thirsty. He was a stallion, he so he would hold true to the name that meant freedom, strenght and loyalty. the heavy draft shuffled his large knives. Just under a month ago his final shoe had left, the one that clung to him, the anchor and proof he had been no more than a farm beast. But now his coat was thick and banner tangled, brand hidden in mud and dust.
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Post by wolf2 on Feb 10, 2006 21:51:29 GMT -5
-ok..she isn't lead anymore..thank goodness...so Magic ish gone from this post-
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