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Post by ashleigh04 on Apr 12, 2006 5:06:06 GMT -5
Head held high, talons whipping across the sand, Dusk raced on. He had heard his sister came to these lands or somewhere close and he wanted her to be safe. His orbs glared as his handsome mane flew about in the wind. Nothing would stop him. He was the son of a powerful arabian lord. He was not dark though like his father had been. He was as light as ever, but had fighting blood in him.
His voice let go, a roaring scream echoed throughout the lands calling anyone whom would here him. His rearing body trembled with anger. The sorrel body of his was glossy and beautifully clean in the sunlight giving him a fierce but handsome look. His orbs darted about looking for anyone that would hear him.
He had entered these lands searching for three things:
His sister, Espirit.
A mate.
And some lands.
And these lands looked perfect. He would not give up.
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Post by Hazel on Apr 12, 2006 5:58:37 GMT -5
[ Nice, must fight Curse, now I have to fight this newbie...Wierd, before I noticed it was the shores I was gonna bring Rain... ]
Thunder erupted, crest held high, black mustang mutt cantered forth into the terrain. His mate had just given birth, his old friend had returned as a traitor, now this. Things couldnt seem worse to poor Storm. Now why would having a child seem bad, I hear you ask? Well Storm felt asif nothing could go right this time of the year, and his new daughter didnt seem as if he had created her. It confused him; he loved Dream so much but the filly was differnt, strange. He snorted, she didnt even have a name....
He eyed the sorrel stag suspiciously, a strong creature it was. He could do witha a beta, but he knew that wasnt why the brujo was here. He wanted to steal his lands and his family from him. He couldnt allow it, even if his friends came with him where would they go? He sighed, this stallion had to go, and quick. He would let him near any, not Dream or Magic or Summer, nne of them and the many other mares within his heirem.
"Yes, yes a challenge. Fine, but ill give you one warning. Leave hese peaceful alnds now, he had dealt with too much, leave us be."
He stood and waited, though he knew the stallion would not heed his warning. He probably wouldnt even listen. Storm just stood and waited.
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Post by shadie on Apr 12, 2006 6:25:19 GMT -5
[hiiiii ..-waves]
Daggers flew across the sand, kicking up the wet grains and allowing them to stick to his stomach as muscles churned underneath the ivory pelt. Boa was held high, some would say he had nothing to be proud of and the world to be ashamed of but if one looked at the great power he controlled they too would hold their head up high, some just in the fact he wouldn't hurt them. Anger flared in his eyes like the starting of a fire when someone pours gasoline into it. His heart thud with each drop of one steely flint after another. Mane whipped in the air as he went up in the strides and slapped him when he decided to come back down.
The ivory was not running at his fastest, stretching himself out and easinhg up those muscles which had been kept at a halt for to long. Dark blue orbs landed on the form of what one may call his ex-friend, if they thought in those terms, who was running fast.. Storm usually didn't run. He knew this from past expierences and shot up to the ebony stallion. Matching his pace seemingly easily. There, a challenger. There are challenger, the ivory would see fit he was not here long. Sure Storm was healthier, stronger but the better match was the Andulusian mix. He backed away and watched from a grove of palm trees, still completely visible.. intrested in the other's response. If he did win he would not stay here long.. |
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Post by Hazel on Apr 12, 2006 6:50:23 GMT -5
He stood, hearing hoofbeats behind him. For a moment he stood stock still, staring at the stallion thinking it was just Magic or one of the other mares here to support him, but when the equine did not speak, he became confused. He swung his dial around. It was Curse.
He was confused, why was the ivory stag here? What buisiness did he have other than to torment his broken hearted sister? He glared for a moment, yet he felt no hatred. He didnt understand it. Was he just here to watch Storm suffer? It didnt feel that way. Then it struck him, he knew why Curse had arrived. He was here to help....
He smiled and his orbs suddenly brightened. His friend was back, he felt it now. The traitor had been left behind, but how much he could trust him, Storm did not know. But he did know that the Sandy Shores would never be out of the hands of friends, even if Curse won them from this stranger. If he had to fight for Storm, the ebon stag would be proud: proud to have such a loyal friend to fight by his side.
"Thankyou....My friend...."
He dipped his crest towards him and turned back to the stranger, more determined now than ever before, and he knew that Curse was right behind him, to catch him if he fell. |
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Post by ashleigh04 on Apr 12, 2006 10:09:02 GMT -5
Orbs crossed the stallions, warning them to back off and forget the heat. He looked at them and laughed. Why should i go? Look at you another pathetic stag. And i suppose your the lead? Well, this herd must be doing poorly he spat out. What a stupid stag if he thought he could defeat Dusk.
He shook his flaxen mane from his eyes. He snorted and kicked his foot up, pawing the ground. The ebony stag looked so weak, pathetic. He couldn't help but laugh.
And i guess that is your sidekick. Now two on one? Really is that fair. Back off stang' Unless you wish to catch an early death. Then more seriosuly he faced the ebony stag. Where is my sister?
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Post by flame on Apr 12, 2006 10:44:22 GMT -5
She looked around for her daughter, then she relized that Sienna was right in front of her. She laughed a little at her own stupidy and then looked around. Everything was quite and calm. The waves were slolwy rolling upon the shore and she looked at her daughter. She nuzzled her rump and then heard something, something that wasn't a normal sound to hear in the shores. She walked slolwy so her daughter got used to the feel of sand. She was soon have to be introudced to the water, since...there was water all around. She moved through the land swiftly like she had done a million times before.
Welcome home m'love..Sienna..
She then saw three stallions, one was her one true love. The other was the white pelt stallion that she had breifly when she first came to the land. She smiled and nuzzled Storm as she approched. She looked at Curse and said
Nice to see you again, Curse.
She looked at him. She smiled. Pinning her audtives ontop of her head as she looked at him. She stood infront of her daughter and looked at Dusk. She would growl if she could. She made sure that Sienna didn't get near the stallion....
Your sister..isn't here. Storm has been doing better then you would ever do! His father owned these lands..you've never owned lands. cause..the way you came in here was the worst entrance I have ever seen...
She nuzzled Sienna as she moved beside her mother..[/sup]
Sienna was moving through the land where she felt the soft warm sand. Following her mother and then advancing on her mother. Soon began to run, but she hit her mom's rump when she stopped. Trying to see the commotion. She nuzzled her dad's pillar and nuzzled her mother's pillar. She looked at the white sag and tilted her head a little. She then went under her mother and looked at the chestnut stallion that was infront of her. She moved a little closer and said
Who are you!?
She wasn't scared of this stallion. She looked at him and smiled. She then moved back as her mother used her hoove to push her back a little...she waited to hear this stupid stallion's answer..[/sup]
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Post by Hazel on Apr 13, 2006 3:41:59 GMT -5
Storm grinned. Bad job? Yer right, not that he cared. The only thing forcing him to fight was love, love of his friends anf family. He grinned as his mate arrived, thier new filly under her barrel. He turned back to the stallion and sighed.
"Wierd, if I have done a bad job then I wouldnt have been here for three years. I have ruled since I was two, stag, think about it, I have alot more experience than you. So leave, unless you want me, or Curse here, to fight you."
He winked at Curse, the strnger stallion. He turned and walked towards him, standing before his face, staring into his midnight pools.
"Curse, if I am defeated, pray, even killed, then fight him for me, and protec the mares. Theya re all I have, and I cannot think of what they would do if he controled them. Please Curse, and dont forget me."
He turned, he would have gladly let Curse fight for him, but he had to fight his own battles now. Curse was stronger than he, and if Storm fell, he could trust his friend to take over and ruin this new stag. But for now, Storm had to fight. He turned towards his opponant with a wild snort, eyes blazing. His curse never seemed so real before; Flamed Storm. And the fire was reayd to burn.
"As for your sister, she is not here. So, if you wish to fight, then lets do it."
He reared and, upon coming down, whinnied out towards the reast of his herd. He had was to fall, he would like to see his family first. He stood and awaited the stallions vocals.
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Post by ashleigh04 on Apr 13, 2006 5:33:28 GMT -5
The sorrel stallion bent his head to the young'un smiling. He didn't care for the black or white stag. The young'un had a nice sort of smile to her. One he felt comftarble with. He lifted his head and turned to the black beast. My father was the owner of lands, 10 times bigger than these. He was well respected by the darks. He was a lord. More than you would ever be. I took care of the lands when he went away for 4 years. When he came back i left. If i wanted i could have lived,ruled the lands But then his thoughts turned. His sister was not here, they obviously had never heard of her or seen her. Since Espirit wasn't here he wouldn't have to fight for her. He wished to stay in these lands. I wish to be acceped to these lands i could help fight, i would protect with my life. I may have seemed to be a little dark, fierce when entering, twas because i had heard that my sister had been hear and i believed you may have damaged her.
He guessed they wouldn't accept him, he lowered his head. Orbs looking directly down. Staring at the waes as they lapped his hooves. He whinnied, sadly but quietly. He hoped he could protect these lands. Perhaps live here, be friends with the black stallion and maybe get to like them both. Though the decision was their's. He just had to wait.
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Post by Hazel on Apr 13, 2006 12:12:57 GMT -5
Storm stood strong through the stallions speech, yet it seemed by the end he had changed his mind. Now it was the hard part, would he stay or should he go? This was just one of his two curses. Weeakness to the heart. He pittied the stallion, he needed a home, and he fought only for his sister. That showed love, like Storm belived neccisary to gain victory. He sighed. He turned. Curse was far better at deciding things, Storm was likely to just accept. He turned back to the stag, after giving a meaningful glance towards his ivory friend.
"How do I know you want fight me when I am unawaress, or hurt a member of my family? Yes, your fathers herd my have been collectables, but this is a family, my sisters reside here, and I cannot allow you to hurt them in any way."
He used the sister excuse to defend what he was saying, for the stag himself wanted his sister back. He doubted the stag would leave without the lands or a position, but Storm didnt know what to do. For now, perhaps, he would be cept under supervision, someway or another.
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Post by shadie on Apr 13, 2006 15:44:52 GMT -5
There was the great sense of a fight in the air and Curse, unfortunatly was not the one who was going to do the fighting.. despight the fact he wanted to. Whipchord slapped his flanks as he looked around, the shores seemed as beautiful as ever and the summer season had began to wane down. No longer were most mares in heat anymore, and autumn was around the bend. Everything was cooling off and the stallion found what had once been raging hormones calmn down more then seemed possible in a space of a few days. He stood under the shade of two trees his ivory pelt glistening as the sun struck it. His muscles were admired by many and some called them as hard as steel. His coat was in fine condition and shimmered.
He nodded briefly to Storm but did not speak and instead waited on the fight that hung in the air. Watching as Storm's mate and some filly tailing at her side came. It had to be Storm's foal and she seemed a bit diffrent, gutsy to approach a full grown stallion like that. Storm would have trouble with her, she didn't seemed like a foal who would be easy to handle. Curse merely snorted as he looked at her once and then moved from his place in the trees to face the stallion who was there. Dial was held above the stag's head, Curse was standing at 16 hands and bigger then the stallion. Maw twisted into a mocking snear, "You want to see sidekick?"
He watched impatiently before rearing onto powerful haunches talons striking only inches away from the stag's face. It showed what accuracy Curse had, and the grains were sprayed high into the air with impact. So the stag wanted to join, Storm was to leaneant on this all. It seemed as though this stallion was actually going to join. Ha.. it wouldn't work that way.I reply to the stallion's question Curse responded bluntly, "You will not join. No matter what Storm says." the stallion here was not trustworthy, Curse cared not if Storm let him join for he would drive the stallion out. He did not trust him. His words were cold and unfriendly but he had his reasons. |
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Post by Hazel on Apr 14, 2006 3:16:28 GMT -5
Storms audets flikered in the direction of the ivory stag, and he watched in admiration as Curse reared, stretching out silver talons towards the brutes face. How dearly he wished Curse would fight the stallion and get it over with, but if was his battle,had had to accept that. He had to stand on his own four feet. He snorted as his friend spoke, he knew it would be so once Curse had made up his mind. Storm was powerless to resist, for his friend made far better desisions than he himself.
He turned back to the sorrel stag, his bodice a mere arabians - how weak! The beauty of his pelt did not make up for the weakness in those tender muscles, at all arabians were cursed to have. A mustangs sturdy bodice was stronger, and the ebon stags mixed with a thoroughbred made him all the faster. He snorted, together, Storm and Curse would drive this stag away.
"My friend is right. Leave stag, before we drive you away."
He reared also, his own talons flailing angrily, yet his aim was not so good compared to Curse's. Upon landing he called ut, a war cry. If the stag didnt run soon, he would surly be overtaken and hurt, for Storm knew his friends was raging to fight.
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Post by ashleigh04 on Apr 14, 2006 7:42:17 GMT -5
No the white stag was wrong. Dusk didn't want a fight, he just wanted somewhere to say, feel safe. He was done with fighting, since when did it get him anywhere. He had changed from his past angry self. Why couldn't the white stag, curse was that his name? Why couldn't curse just leave him and Storm to talk. Dusk could show Storm how he was. Before he was just looking out for his sister who he loved so much. He swore to his mother before she died he would always lookout for her.
He didn't want to leave the shores, his orbs glazed as he looked towards the shore. Storm how do you know i will never turn on your herd? I swear on my life, my mother's grave that i will never do such a thing. Watch over me if you must, just please don't turn me away. Don't listen to Curse your the leader he is obviously jealous because i am willing to defend for the herd. his head bowed to the lead and he continued to look down. Panick flicked through his body making him trember.
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Post by ashleigh04 on Apr 16, 2006 7:29:08 GMT -5
-waits for an answer-
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Post by ashleigh04 on Apr 16, 2006 14:15:46 GMT -5
[dusk has currently left as soon as a reply i will be back]
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