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Post by wolf2 on Mar 11, 2006 17:14:16 GMT -5
The night was warmer than it had been the last few nights, for spring had awoken to warm life. The moon shined over head, as if to show the lands of the island. The ocean was calm, the waves were only faint ripples slowly making there way to the white sands. The waves cradled something, a small body of a colt. It was if she was caring for her baby boy. The colt was part mustang and part walking horse. The colt was white with large black patches, and he had shimmering greed emeralds...just like she had. The colt had long legs, with a small built body.
The colt's mother had died in a war. Little did he know his grand-father lived in the mountains. Of course he knew nothing of his grand-father, for he had been released long before his birth. Neither of them knew of each other. But they shared two things in common, Katoma...and the ghostly figures of the ones they loved. Only they could see them, unless another horse was very wise he may see them. For Tomahawk it was Moon Dancer he saw, his beloved squall, and for the colt his mother.
The colt struggled to swim toward the land, his thoughts focus there. The colt was barley a weanling, only seven months of age. He had been weaned at six months...when his mother died. He had escaped the village, for the fear of becoming a war pony. He had no idea where his father was...he only knew his name,breed, coat, and a little of what he was like. The colt knew if a shark came along, he was as good as shark bait, and the colt had no plans of being a shark's midnight snack. The colt also knew that if the waves wouldn't have been clam this night...he would have drown. The small waves helped the colt. They pulled him toward land. The colt felt he would sink at any moment he was so tired. He finally felt the sandy bottom under his daggers.
He walked up the shore, so tired he wobbled a great amount. Twice he fell...only to get up and walk again. He knew he must get to the top of the shore...for if he didn't high0tide would take him. His patch work body was small to the island, and his body dripped salty water. As he reached the top of the shore he shook the water away, then threw him self on the sands. His sides heaved as he took breaths, but soon they returned to normal. The colt was asleep know, the ocean had cradled him to sleep.
The sun rays warmed the little colt's body, but he didn't awake. He only twitched his ears in a deep, realized sleep. Would some one find the colt? Some one to raise him? To comfort him every morning? Or would the colt be thrown away...like nothing?
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Post by wolf2 on Mar 18, 2006 20:45:46 GMT -5
-Begins to naw on finger nails-
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Post by phoenix on Mar 18, 2006 22:28:52 GMT -5
||I'm sorry no one's replied to you, but everyone is pretty busy with other posts. I'll reply to you when I get some muse, 'kay? ^_^||
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Post by zozo on Mar 19, 2006 7:12:04 GMT -5
The princess drifted lazily along the shoreline of her harem. Pillars rolling sinew in dappled bodice, endlessly pushing lithe elegant chassi in a lazy amble, but with no where to go.
The fea was becoming fustrated that no one was telling her anything. Miracle knew her mother and father were only being reluctently kept together. The fea worried that her dappled mother would flee once more. What if she was never to return? Why would no one even tell her anything?
The fustration sped gait into a more agile 3 beat. Tiara held high, crystal voids loosing their veil of anxiouty as her thoughts sped to her beloved. Just the thought of Anubis and Miracle knew she race to the ends of the earth if he was at her side. A smile taitned labrums as she thought of the many splendids of the future. A family, her hearts desire. Such dreams of a little babe to call her own. with dear Anubis at her side.
With the rippling sea to her right, she noted its reasonable calm, gentle waves brushing up the shore, lashing at her dainty daggers.
Driftwood was scattered about the golden grains, and most she only graced with a swift glance or flick of thorns. But there was a bundle in the distance that caught her attention. A bi-coloured bundle, shivering in the zephry's grasp. THe aroma of another equine graced her nares and Miracle veered her path to futher investigate. Gait slowed to an active 4 beat, until polka dot bodice halted before the bundle. A gasp caught in her throat as her suspicion was confirmed. A young babe. Alone.
A whicker tumbled from chords, nape lowered and muzzle gently tried to coax the youngtser to awake. T'was not safe for the coltine to wonder alone 'pon the shores. Especially during the nights, the gusts could be bitter. And at the babe's tender age. The dove's tender heart went out to the infant, he would need shelter, and feel welcome 'pon this tropical isle.
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Post by wolf2 on Mar 19, 2006 8:20:16 GMT -5
-That was more of a bump...not panic...I'm just that way...tehe. But many thankies to you, and one for Oasis for the reply!-
The colt was dreaming of his beloved mother. He was dashing across the village with her. Careful not to run into a tepee or a man. The village dogs were barking and tossing up a fit. The colt began to twitch his ears, and his legs were slightly moving as if he was running.
He was startled by the tough of another. He jumped, still not getting up. He looked up to see a spotted hide, he heart raced and he couldn't keep the excitement in side.
"Mother!"
He said as he jumped up...and the he realized it wasn't her. His head dropped down, and his adus flattened in a contemptible feeling. He looked up at her not moving his head. His legs were wide apart from his sudden movement. His green opals moved with his head to gaze at the calm sea...the ever thing around him. He wasn't home anymore. His green pools had no twinkle in them as he looked up to her, the only thing they showed was pain, sadness, and fear.
"Where am I..."
He said in a low whisper. You could hear the fear in his voice for he sounded as if his voice was cracked. He was afraid, what would the equines here do with him? Why had his mother passed so soon in his life?
The colt's small mane was too small to dance in the wind, and his tail was just know growing into a long one. The colt had just been weaned a month ago...by his mother's sudden passing. His body was white with large patches of black, and unlike many his eyes sparkled a dark green. If they would give the colt a chance...a chance to heal...he would be a strong-spirited fellow.
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Post by zozo on Mar 19, 2006 9:40:29 GMT -5
Dial bobbed up sharply as the youth sprung to his feet, Miracle now feeling guilty that she disturbed the youngster. Her own bod of spots still held the lithe elegance of one whom had not yet reached her prime. Silky tendrils healthy and sinew plenty as a daughter of these islands. Born and bred 'pon the very sands now beneath talons.
Tiara tilted to the right as flutes strained to grasp the melody that the breeze whisked away like a feather. her own chords soft and lulling, affection already showing in tender pools
You are at the Tropical Islands, little one. You are safe now.
I be Miracle, daughter of the shores. What did your mother name you, sweet child?
Miracle suprised herself at how calm and serene she sounded. Knowing with an excited tingle how much she longed to be a mum, a brilliant babe made from the loins of Anubis and herself. But now was not the time for future glories. Chassi advanced cautiostly to the side of the babe, her dots a shelter from the gusts that blew from the sea mother's lair. Muzzle pressing against the youngster in comfort, urging the coltine to wonder futher up the beach, away from the icy claws of the ocean, and out of the path of the winds. To where the thickets provided shelter and food.
Miracle knew maybe her dad should be here, to reinstate the knowledge of a new member to the shores. But the young Appy decided to seek the inky brujo later, for now she had responsibilty of a young one's life.
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Post by Meg on Mar 21, 2006 12:19:43 GMT -5
He was there all right, but upon the hills, and out of sight. He was about to approached the youth, when his daughter appeared. He gasped, she was so much like her mother, so beautiful and holy. He stayed and watched. With a grunt, he smiled, this babe would be welcomed into the family by his daughter, on her own time.
Now Windago trusted her to take the babe to warm shelter, dry him, and find him some grub. And if she was anything like her mother, he knew she would do it. With a smile, he turned and vanished, always near when Mircale would decide to introduce him to the babe.[/sub][/color]
((No muse, and Im bored))
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Post by phoenix on Mar 21, 2006 19:19:31 GMT -5
||Yeah... I can't find a way to post in this thread. I don't think Wynne would interact much with them. x.x Sorry...||
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Post by wolf2 on Mar 22, 2006 18:29:13 GMT -5
The painted colt heard soft lyrics from the mare, asking of his name. He was about to speak when her bulk urged him to walk along with her. His small daggers carried him forward, the winds didn't touch him. He felt it kind for her to shelter him, but it made him feel guilty...her getting hit by the winds. He looked around at the lands of this island...the Tropical Island. He didn't know who tropical was...but he knew what a island was. His thoughts snapped back to giving his name to her.
"Ummm....Desperado...."
He said a little unsure. He wished to know where she was taking him. He thought back to this tropical....was she taking him to him or her?
"Who's Tropical, Miracle?"
The colt asked, again unsure.
-No muse...but just had some time to get on...-
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Post by wolf2 on Mar 29, 2006 20:28:51 GMT -5
Bumpy
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Post by zozo on Mar 31, 2006 9:09:09 GMT -5
A distant scent lingered 'pon teh reeze. Maybe swept across the shores from the lucious inlands. But instinct still forced tiara to glance upwards, to the horizen of a rolling dune. Her mind thought she spotted a bulk of ebony slip away unseen, but that wonderment was forced aside as flutes picked up the coltine's message. Dipping dial for crystal spheres to gaze gently 'pon him, Desperado, linking the dubbance to his features. A laugh almost trilled from her layrnx at his innocent question, and Miracle proceeded to explain the babe's curiosity
Tropical is not a being, little one, but the dubbance of this whole island you see before you. Windago is the lead of these lands, whom you shall meet soon.
For now I will take you to the shelter of the thicket before you. We shall find you something to eat, and tidy you up a bit.
A smile tainted her kissers as she gently nudged Desperado with her velvets. Before springing into an elegant two beat, and coming level with the colt's shoulder. The edge of innocene had never left the fea, and now was no exception. She knew every precious moment should be joyous, wild and carefree. A fluid motion with her tiara hopefully encourage the colt to also pick up his pace beside her, a gentle twinkle inviting him to a friendly race. She wouldn't shoot off without him, not when he was already feeling out of his depth. But whatever pace he set, she would follow, and hopefully dispel any nerviousness Desperado may have, giving him a moment if delicious serenity to be racing the zephry.
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Post by wolf2 on Apr 15, 2006 7:30:52 GMT -5
-Love the new char, read his post too...I have a stallion that come from an Indian Village too, also the chief horse...but he was set free for the chief was killed. He's Desperado's grand-father but they know nothing of each other...-
The colt's adus caught the words of the mare, so the island was named tropical...and a stallion owned them. Windago, to the colt sounded as if the stallion was large and wise. What would he think of the colt? Before the colt could ask about this Windago, a gentle nudge wished him to race. He, at first, just walked with his head turned to one side. The the colt half reared and whinnied, tossing him self into a gallop. He was a lot smaller than the mare, so he had to gallop in order to stay close to her. He wasn't even with her, but trailed along her tail. His small daggers sunk in the sand a Little ways. His small mane just did blow. His small banner was flowing with the wind the best it could. As he galloped he spoke...
"Onida!"
The colt's mother had taught him a few Indian words, but never had he said any to anyone other than her. He looked at the spotted mare, what would she think of his word? He knew what it meant, the one searched for...but what had made him say it? Did she have any thing to do with it? Had his mother told him to say it? Or was the colt crazy?
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Post by wolf2 on Apr 17, 2006 9:15:48 GMT -5
-bumpy-
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Post by zozo on Apr 19, 2006 10:02:11 GMT -5
(Sorry hun, I know I've been away for a while!)
Tiara tilted as the femmora let gait spill into an easy fluid motion, watching the colt beside her and matching her pace to his. Thorns twitched in confusion as she thought Deperado whispered a word foreign to her listeners, but soon fancied t'was the zephry's breath playing the world's tune through rushes at the water's edge. A soft whicker blew through nares, finding an inner consolation in the gentle run beside one of such youthful age. Soon, together they reached the thicket's edge, away from the burning sphere that threw heat to bounce from the golden grains and cause need for thirst. A crystal inlet trickled nearby through the foliage, and Miracle gently plucked a few strands of various greenary from the earth bed. Presenting the grasses before the coltine, hoping he would find some nourishment that was not too bitter to his taste. As she could not satisfy him as being unable to produce milk with no foal of her own. Emerald pools watched with concern, hoping he would trust her to try and coax him onto the grasses of the isle. Miracle would make sure he would grow strong and safe beneath her care.
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Post by wolf2 on Apr 22, 2006 20:56:31 GMT -5
.As. they neared the thicket, the painted colt tried to stop, but all he could do was slid on his rear like a reining horse. He stood back up, like some one had slapped him and arched his neck. His tattered mane just did ruffle in the breeze, but his small tail was slashing at his sides. His emerald pools gazed at the spotted mare as she offered him grass. He had been weaned for about a month know...so he caught the hint well. His head dove into the grass and he began to eat rapidly, for he hadn't eaten in a whole day. As he looked up at the spotted mare, Miricle...he began to wounder...did she know something of his mother, grand-mother, or grand-father...he had heard a lot about his grand-father and grand-mother from his mother. He only knew their names, and that his grand-mother was dead though, and some stories. The colt kept quite...after all what were the chances the Tomahawk or his father were here?
"May I meet Windago?"
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