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Post by moka on Feb 4, 2007 15:22:08 GMT -5
Black Stained Stalli picked up a canter, he could hear the voices of other just beyond his view, he was not here to challenge, if it didn't need to come to that. His zeniths were pricked, his black banner flowing behind him, as his mane blew on the breeze. He reached a cliff, his orbs searching the terrain, finally he spotted the ones who were making the sound of voices he had heard. He let out a trumpeting whinny, as if to announce his arrival into the land. He raised his harks frightfully high, his hooves pawing at the sky. His whinny was not a challenge, but a sort of greeting, though he had a warning in his tone, to not push his limits.
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Post by Hazel on Feb 8, 2007 16:05:53 GMT -5
Flamed Storm
In just a man Im not a hero
Storm, as it turned out, had been talking to himself. It seemed madness to do so, but it wasnt like that. To any of his friend, he knew they would just grin and roll their eyes at his antics. To Seydi, he'd just look funny, but he would just answer in a laughing tone. But a stranger? Storm had not expected a stranger t turn up upon his homelands, the place he had been birthed upon by his mother, the famed Amber and his father, the war hero and well known Spirit. And that, it seemed, was just who he was trying to contact.
"Damn it father, why cant I talk to you! Three long years you've ignored me! Now this omen has arrived, be it you or him!? I have to know it father! Is your dead skull that lies upon these lands? Or that bastard Denizen!?"
Tears formed in the corners of his eyes. Unlike his usual mumbling upon herd matters, or practising a secret peom for his crush, Seydi, he was not shouting. He stood by a glowing ivory skull, a large thing. He had to know who it was. Three had died that faithless night. Lord Denizen, his brother Tequila and his father, Spirit. But deep down, Storm knew that Denizens skull lay over his lands, its blank, restless orbs watching its every moove. Was it an omen?
Hearing steps behind him, he turned suddenly, sending a wave of ebonite mane flying over his deep navy eyes. His pelt, pure black and markless, was almost invisible on his realm during the night. As he had spoke to the moon and heavens, he hadnt noticed the stllion sneaking over his lands. HIs eyes narrowed. His already fustrated mood was aggitated. But the whinny of greeting calmed him. He snorted and flickered his tail, hooves glittering like daggers. He was usual calm and peaceful, but when anoyed, Storm changed. He had two faces. His colt like figure, and his war loving tyrant. Storm and Flame, his two faces. And at the moment, Flame was opening its ugly eyes.
"What do you want upon my lands. Friend or foe?"
He always asked that question. He shuddered as a breeze swept across his back like icy sheets of metal, trying to contain his anger. He took in a deep breath, feeling his fiery side sooth him. He closed his eyes briefly, then opened them. Calmness took over, the same calm that Seydi had given him. Cool, calm and casual. He muttered the three words to himself. Be cool, calm and casual, and dont be stupid.....
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Post by moka on Feb 10, 2007 17:53:19 GMT -5
ooc: watching bull riden, post might be crapy. lol
Black Stained Stalli, listing to the other stallion yelling to the sky, he was kinda confused, thinking the Stallion was going crazy. he decided not to question, just to answere.
"I come to your lands as a friend, not foe." he called "but would it not be better if we carried this convoration on level ground."
At this Black stalli spun on his heals and thundered carfully down to where the other stallion stood. He slid to a stop in the soft sands. his stance was friendly, but warning, for if he was to be pushed around, his intention to live here would change to a challenge. His zinniths were half pricked, and his head held high. His full 17 hh hight and muscular build somtimes made him intimidateing, but he didn't care, Fell had his standerds.
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Post by Hazel on Feb 11, 2007 10:45:55 GMT -5
Flamed Storm
In just a man Im not a hero
Storm was a mere 6.2hh, tiny compared to the other dark pelted stag. But he didnt care. Had his father, wo had been smaller than himself, fought bravely against an 18hh shire stallion? Yes, he had, yet both had died. He himself had fought only a few times but was quick over the sands and smart. A heavy equine had a harder time oer the soft grains of sand, and a small hooved horse could not moove properly. He was the perfect match of shoe size and weight. And he had been born on the shores, he was used the shifting movement of the sand. He was an expert fighter on his own terrain, but not grass nor rock, he had little experience of even walking on that stuff. He snorted, not answering the stally as he made his way towards the king. His head lifted and arched, nearly as graceful as an arabians. His long legs stood out like dainty pillars against the moonlight.
"Welcome. I am Flamed Storm. If you have come to make peace, then greeting. If you have come to join, then you may. But if you are here to find a mare, think twice. I have but one mare, who is simply a filly, living here. My herd had died, and with it, my mate and daughter. Excuse me if I seem a little....Odd."
He smirked and raised his tail a little. He was calming down, just picturing Seydis grey face in his mind. Storm was back, not Flame. He was his usual, strange, self. He stll, he was deeply wounded emotionaly as well asphysicaly. Having lost his entire family, he was lonesome. And his injured leg had healed, but was still stiff and scarred. Not nearly as bad as his fathers broken knees, or his mothers gaia, of which she died from. But still, bad. Worse than anything else Storm had suffered. He was immune to the gaia, but not to lifes blunders. The sea continued to wreak havoc upon his life.
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Post by moka on Feb 11, 2007 21:44:55 GMT -5
Stalli listened to Flamed Storm speak and replied, "I have come to live here, i have been travling for a long time, and need a resting place to live out my life." He voiced he felt a little sorry for Flamed storm when he spoke of his dead family and friends. "For your losses, i am truely sorry, he said ducking his head slightly, to show he was sincer about that. He shifted a bit un easily upon the sands, he was not used to walking on beaches, though his homland had manny terrains, he was least familure to sand, if was shifty and always hard walk on. Fell definetly prefered grass to sand, but if he was intending to live here, he needed to get used to it quick.
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Post by Hazel on Feb 18, 2007 3:31:49 GMT -5
Storm nodded his crest towards the stallion, then sighed, glancing outwards towards the sea. The moon hovered omminously above, glowing out towards his home and forcing the tides steadily forwards. The moon controled the shores, and with it the horses. New moon, the shores were almost completly covered by sea water, the only dry terrain was the soft, shifting sand dunes above them, which were hard to climb. Full moon, the sea was completly out, giving him so much beach that it seemed he could walk to the island without getting wet. That was exactly true, yet he often dreampt that it was. Maybe thats where his family was, the island. With Windago? If that brute was still alive. The brute that had saved his life. He turned back and smiled. Windago had saved his life for a reason, and his father had died protecting him for a reason too. He was the heir of the shores, the new king. And it was his duty to start the herd anew, for them old kings of the last generation. He smiled and snorted softly.
"Then remain and be prosperous, sir. Yet first, wont you tell me thy name?"
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Post by moka on Feb 18, 2007 21:06:06 GMT -5
Fell smiled and stoped shifting on the sands. He had compleatly forgot to introduce himself.
"I am known as Fell." He voiced, zinniths pricked to the sounds of anything.
He was still thinking of his past, wondering how his father's herd was doing, wheather or not they were ok, and what become of his younger brother. Would his Sire drive his brother out, or let him take over. Fell had no clue. Fell had travled acrosse all sorts of terrains, for who knows how long. Though there was Flamed Storm around, Fell was lonely. He kept thinking about his colt-hood, and how rangers had always been lurking around where alot of the lands herds had hung around. Fell hoped that they got what they deserved.
He brought himself back to the presnt and looked around, orbs looking over the shores, he looked own at the skull, as the waves crashed on the beaches.
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