Meg
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Post by Meg on Aug 18, 2006 20:42:25 GMT -5
.windago
the returning trip;;
take my hand.
He had never felt so bounced around in his whole life. From when the lands caught afire and horses had swamped his land, to when his land had become a swamp itself and he was forced to the rocky mountain herd. He was straight out sick of moving. His front and hind legs kicked out, thrusting the old stallion home on the still waters. Now that the storm had passed and summer had started, the water had become calm and still. That is when he decided to come home. He had watched his home from his perch at the rocky mountains, waiting for it to become unsubmerged. A week ago he had seen clear land and the beach, he had only waited longer for Aurora was weak and the others needed rest. Now, today he was moving them home. What was left of them anyways. He shivered sadly, most of his family was gone, left somewhere along the way. The only ones that he knew that were left was Oasis, Aurora, Wynne, and one of the other mares that he hadn't gotten to know quite well. Then of course there was Colburn, he would follow Aurora off a cliff and a stallion that was the brother of the mare he didn't know. His mind twirled as he thought, his legs churning the water easily as his ears were pinned to his black skull, keeping the water out. His long curly tressels and banner were afloat in the water, along with his long, muscular boa that stretched out of the water and kept his skull up. His nares were wide, as he caught quick breaths from his lungs that expanded and collapased in his chest.
Kicking out furiously, he saw his land loom before him. That made an extra boost of confidence and energy surge through him and forced him forward. He leaped forward eagerly a few times, rearing up in the water with powerful thrusts, and finally he felt sand slip under his talons. A bugling whinny left his barrel, that quivered through the waters, above and below. Calling out to his family that they were home. Gripping the sand with his large talons, he heaved his heavy, dripping body out of the water. He trotted until he was clear of the sea, and upon his precious beach that had been washed over. Raising his banner, he shook his onyx pelt free of the water, from his boa to his shoulders clear to his rump he shook. Water droplets flew, and his tressels and banner flopped, both a tangled mess. His feathers were plastered to his strong stilts as he leapt through the sands, inpecting his home. The land smelled strongly of stingy salt and dead fish, the sand was packed under his feet, and there was seaweed and debris washed up everywhere. He sighed, it would take a while to return his home to it's natural beauty, but at least he was here. Now, with his family. Turning around, he looked out to what was left of them anyways as they clambored out of the waters (sorry for the powerplaying). He snorted softly when his eyes fell on the love of this life, Oasis. He gave a gentle nicker to her before trotting out to help her free of the water.
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sorry for the weakness] |
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Post by wolf2 on Aug 21, 2006 18:06:23 GMT -5
 †. A legend in the making...
We were born in this little town.
Growin' up I was countin' down
Every single day
'Til we made our get away.
But you said you could never see yourself
Tryin' to make a life anywhere else,
This would be your home,
And I was on my own.
But ever since you said goodbye,
I've been out here on the wind.
And, baby, you would be surprised
All the places you have been.
I've seen you in
Albuquerque, waitin' out a blizzard.
Arizona, dancin' cross the desert.
Watchin' the sun set in Monterey.
Girl, I swear just the other day you were
Down in Georgia pickin' them peaches.
In Carolina barefoot on the beaches.
No matter where you chose to be
In my heart I'll always see you
Everywhere.
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†. He had left this land for a short time, feeling he didn't belong. He knew know that he was wrong. Everywhere he went he compared it to this land, and no other had made a strong mark on his heart. His rambling mind always came back to the land of Night Sky. To the golden mare, Espirit. He wouldn't show his feelings yet, for he knew she may hate him for leaving. The black stallion entered the warm sea waters. The island lay before him. He had come to this very island, running from death. Also he had ran from the island for many reasons. You could say he was scared to settle down. Live in a herd, around other equines. But he could face his deepest fears. Like his father had done. His sire had been the same way, only to create the largest herd of frisians anyone had ever saw. Know it was Zorro's turn to be like his sire. He didn't want a herd, he felt as if he would be too poor a lead.
The waters soaked the stallion's pelt. His wavy banner lay in the waters, his veil sparkled with water droplets. His forelock lay to the side of his face, showing his mark. He showed the mark for one reason... to let the whole island know it was him. His body found the currents. His muddy pools were sharp, looking for any danger that lay beneath the salty waters. His mind buzzed with thoughts. He thought Windago was dead, lost in the flood waters. This thought made his heart sink, for he wished to learn from the old stallion. He had never had the chance to learn from his sire, Gunsmoke. He had died just before Zorro's birth. He knew of his father's legend by his mother... who was taking from him also. His large daggers soon lay on the beach. His muddy pools scanned the wet sands. All he found was trash from the sea. The island was not as beautiful as it had been, but Zorro knew it would return to its true beauty.
He felt his heart rise at the sight of a large black stallion, the same breed as himself. "It can't be...". His words were almost a whisper. It was Windago. Zorro reared and threw up his head. Showing off the white mark to let Windago know it was him. He landed with a thud. His body trembling with the urge to run toward the returning herd. To find the golden mare, but he didn't move. He wanted Windago approval first.
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Now-a-days, when I'm passin' through
The conversation always turns to you.
And I hear you're doin' fine
Livin' out by the county line.
Got a man that's home every night,
A couple o' kids, and the kind of life
That you want to lead.
Guess you could say the same for me.
But you and I made our choices
All those years ago.
Still I know I'll hear your voice,
And see you down the road.
Maybe in
Oklahoma drivin' cross the prarie
In Dallas, Texas isn't that where we
Always said we would like to try.
Never did, so maybe that's why
You're on
Every highway just beyond the highbeams.
Right beside me in all of my sweet dreams.
No matter where you chose to be,
In my heart I'll always see you in
Albuquerque, waitin' out a blizzard.
In Arizona, dancin' cross the desert.
Watchin' the sun set in Monterey.
Girl, I swear just the other day you were
Down in Georgia pickin' them peaches.
In Carolina barefoot on the beaches.
No matter where you chose to be
In my heart I'll always see you
Everywhere.
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Post by phoenix on Aug 27, 2006 18:51:04 GMT -5
||Ugh... tired.. must type.. x.x Sorry about not replying sooner. I've been busy with schoolwork and crud. Woot woot! Wynne is all sick and stuff. ^^ (yes, I know, I'm crazy... but chaos is fun)||
Wynne dragged herself up onto the land with less strength than usual. Her lungs felt like they were coated in a thick layer of phlegm and she made another desperate attempt to cough it up as she finally felt land beneath her daggers. Her sides were sore and her legs trembled beneath her as if she were a newborn foal. What was happening to her? Things that used to be easy before now took time and effort. She wasn't that old, was she? No. This was something different; something more dangerous. Clouded mind struggled to think back to whenever this had begun. It was after she had arrived at the Rocky Mountains, this she was sure of. But what exactly had caused this or when it had actually begun escaped her. Maybe it was just the mountains. A couple of days at home should clear it -hopefully.
Muscles weak, she rested her bodice down on the cold sand to give her limbs a break. Her cranium rested in front of her as she heaved a sigh mixed with a cough into the sand, spraying particles inches out in front of her. Cream tassels hung limp around her boa and her not so clear eyes gazed distant out to the scenery in front of her. The smell of the salty water made everything murky and indistinct. But, at least now she had a home. At least now maybe whatever it was that was ailing her may go away. Gathering up the strength left inside her, she delicately raised herself back to all four columns. With a nod to Windago, she weakly began to move toward the trees. In her current state, she didn't want to be around anyone, especially if whatever it was that troubled her was contagious. She paused to cough again then continued toward a place where she could be alone.
Perhaps she deserved it. She hadn't been all that great of a friend to Windago lately. During the herd's stay at the Rocky Mountains she had actually avoided him as well as the other herd members if she possibly could. She didn't like the feeling that everyone was disappointed in her, and that feeling came a lot lately. Wynne didn't really feel like she had anything to give to the herd. She wasn't as strong as she used to be, and she wasn't social or even all that smart. The useless feeling inside her had consumed her during their stay at the Rocky Mountains, especially since she didn't have a friend to comfort her. Windago was too busy for her. That was the excuse she had used to sanctify her avoidance of him. After what happened with Oasis at the Island before the evacuation, she was sure he wouldn't want to see her anymore.
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Post by ashleigh04 on Sept 2, 2006 9:34:11 GMT -5
Her strokes floated towards the three, the body trailing with her, gently washing against the damp sand. She dipped her head at Windago, velvet smiling at Wynne. The first horse she had known on the island. She nudged the corpse to the front. Dusk didn’t make it her head collapsed down, limp looking as in a weeping motion. The cocky young stallion taught her everything about the world and it had not been the same since his disappearance. And then he returned to her dead. At least she could stop wondering. Her tiara turned to the stallion nearest her. Handsome ebon Friesian type build. White marking against his crown. Zorro. She whinnied happily not daring to make the first speech against him. Where had he been?
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