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Post by Thorn on May 29, 2009 23:20:04 GMT -5
Satan needed a break from all these mares he was getting quite a few. He went over how many his brother and he had, his brother still needed to breed. He shook his head and walked to the top of the hill and watched everything closely.
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Post by KitKat on May 29, 2009 23:25:50 GMT -5
Breeze watched Satan closely. Then after he was out of sight she emerged from the trees and out into the open. She took a breath of fresh air and looked behind to see her small filly totering along. She looked proud strutting along her black and white patched catching the rays of the sun.
Wild Warrier
As soon as she emerged out of the trees she galloped of her huge fury wings caught in the breeze. She galloped to the same her father was on and stood her head to the wind infront of him. She smiled liking life at the moment and then looked across at her father. She sighed and collapsed in a heap on the ground. Her eyelids got heavy and she drifted into a long sleep
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Post by Thorn on May 29, 2009 23:31:37 GMT -5
“A little chuckle was in Satan’s throat, but he shook his head and looked on. He ignored his filly as much as possible knowing her fate. She was to be another stallion’s toy and all the fillies she had would be more toys than they would be disposed of when they got boring or when they were of no use. It was the cruel way, some fillies would be lucky and would be let go, but for the most part they stayed.
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Post by KitKat on May 29, 2009 23:39:29 GMT -5
Breeze opened one eye and looked at her foal. She smiled and trotted up to the two horses. She knew Warrier would grow into a beautiful and wise mare. She snorted and galloped up the hill moving fast despite her heavy body. She put her head down to the filly and said "wake up little one" then she looked up her beautiful mane lapping gently in the breeze.
Wild Warrier
She opened one eye and immediently stood up, Warrier took one step and suddenly noticed she was not on the hill. She looked down but there was nothing there. Then suddenly she was falling. She looked up at her mom and then found she was floating. These strange things on her back were supporting her. She flapped one of them lost her balance and tumbled the rest of the way down the heal. She opened one eye and giggled looking up at her parents
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Post by leprechaunoflowd on May 30, 2009 2:56:19 GMT -5
So there was a barrier.
Stabinae picked up the distant sounds of other mares, and of a stallion; she'd always been good at distinguishing the two by sound alone; and her flared nostrils caught the metallic scent of blood in the air.
The rogue mare shifted, restless, and lashed her tail. Her raptor-like gaze spotted Breeze and her newborn filly briefly before they disappeared deeper into the valley.
Then the stallion she had heard earlier appeared. He did not seem to have seen her, but the mere sight of him was enough.
Stabinae's ears went back, and she curled up her lip, subconciously baring her teeth.
Stabinae. Hated. Stallions.
As the stallion walked to the top of the hill which she had been standing on just moments earlier, her muscles tensed and her skin prickled.
This valley was not safe, and although she never trusted stallions one bit anyway, she had the feeling that this one was the reason it wasn't safe.
Thank the heavens Sotir had persuaded Gasta not to come with me..
Then the mare and her foal came up the hill as well, and Stabinae turned away. She was not normally one to turn her back on potential threats, but in this case she felt that she should watch where she put her feet.
A snapped twig, or a jostled rock would, of course, alert that stallion to her presence, but she had the feeling he already knew she was there.
Stabinae didn't like that feeling at all, but it refused to go away.
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Post by KitKat on May 30, 2009 3:15:39 GMT -5
Breeze of the South
A cool breeze blew and on it she caught the scent of a lone mare. She wirled around snorting visiously and then remembering Satans warning she turned around her ears still flat against her head and nickered giving the stallion an apologetic look. She liked this stallion alot but she didnt know how long that would last for she being a mare who didnt like others would surely pass her boundry and have her foal killed eventually but she wanted her foal to get out and see the world. She looked down to the hill where Warrier was busy trying to pounce on a rabbit. She slightly chuckled and then whinnied her up. When Warrier steadied herself and then took of Breeze saw her daughter going up higher. Breeze didnt have wings nor did she had any power. She whinned out for help reared up in distress Wild Warrier.
Warrer heard her mom call her and looked up "Oh mummm, i dont want to" She siged and looked back before carefully balencing her wings and she took of into the air. She whinnied and found herself going further and further up. She looked down and then whinned a help out. She soon found herself falling down towards the hill top, just when she felt the ground touch her her wings suddenly burst out she floated down the rest landing in front of her mother and father. She gave a cheeky smile and then wrapped her huge wings around her trying to get away from the caos of the world that was new for her. |
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Post by SoulofDarkness on May 30, 2009 7:47:17 GMT -5
Black Water bowed her head respectfully to Death Bringer, the one horse who had ever defeated her, "My Lord, do you want me to bring her in?" she whispered, her eyes determined.
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Post by leprechaunoflowd on May 30, 2009 8:08:18 GMT -5
Stabinae halted, her ears flicking.
Had the mare been referring...
To her?
She'd better not have been; I'm not having anyone pushing me on the other side of that invisible line.
Stabinae was not one to let fear influence her. And right now, fear was urging her to get the hell out of here before something terrible happened.
Contrary as ever, Stabinae decided to do just the opposite. She halted and turned back, her raptor-like crimson gaze glinting with fearless defiance.
Need I mention that as well as being called a 'paranoid little package' Stabinae was also rumoured to be unstable?
Following instincts was one thing, but fear was not always weakness. Generally, it was common sense; and despite her recently aqquired wariness and suspicious personality, Stabinae was by nature unruly, tempermental, and extraordinarily strong-willed.
Which meant that she was often conflicted, and therefore not a faithful follower of common sense, sadly enough.
If Black Water so wanted to 'bring her in' she'd have her work cut out for her.
(OOC: Ugh... My muse is going... No, come back muse! *stretches out hands desperately*)
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Post by Thorn on May 30, 2009 10:48:17 GMT -5
Satan wanted to get away from the hectic life of a forcer he reared unleashing his beast side, His eyes closed and turned into a green serpents eyes, he spread his bat like wings and flew up through the barrier. He landed in a small clearing and shook his mane.
Wild Ice Heart limped slightly and looked at the nip she shouldn’t have spoke out but she would be fine.
Misfit laid on her side and rolled she laughed and smiled she loved this place. She got up and galloped around crazily.
Satan walked back toward the barrier and came across the lone mare he stared at her through green serpent eyes, “What do you want?” He asked slightly annoyed.
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Post by leprechaunoflowd on May 30, 2009 11:49:30 GMT -5
(OOC: well, I want an ice-cream soda, but I'm pretty sure Satan wasn't referring to me xD So what does Stabinae want? Hm...Tricky one, that... Hah! *catches muse* Gotcha! Now, let me think...)
Stabinae laid her ears back at the stallion's approach, but stood her ground. His daemonic form was decidedly intimidating, and although she remained fearless, she didn't react well.
Though that was probably because he was staring at her.
Stabinae didn't like being stared at, so her response was cool, and rather literal.
"I want many things, none of which are possible nor relevant. Who are you?"
Although her form was decidedly feminine, with long, runner's legs, a slender body, a high crest, slightly dished face and long eyelashes, her voice was not as mareish.
Her voice was cool yet harsh, with a sharp edge to it; a tone gained from suffering experiences no being should have to suffer, seeing things no one should have to see. The tone of a being who had, regardless, fought on, and had done whatever it took to survive.
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Post by Thorn on May 30, 2009 12:03:38 GMT -5
He shook his coat and his grey skin looked darker. His batlike wings had sharp tips and razor sharp edges. He looked away then stared back at her, “Death Bringer, but what’s it to ya?” He asked and looked at her figure.
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Post by leprechaunoflowd on May 30, 2009 12:14:04 GMT -5
Stop staring at me before I gauge your eyes out, ugly...
Her eyes narrowed fractionally, but otherwise gave no indication as to the violent direction her thoughts were now taking.
"Absolutely nothing."
She replied acidly, before turning her head away; the image of an unimpressed being. Her heartbeat was steady despite his... Sharpness, and her breathing was normal.
For her, anyway; she always breathed at a slightly faster and more shallow rate than other equines, due to not needing as much oxygen.
After all, when she used her ability of extreme speed, the amount of air available to her was cut, and her lungs and heart had to work harder to provide her body with the oxygen it needed.
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Post by Thorn on May 30, 2009 12:39:52 GMT -5
Satan shook his coat and started to walk away, but stopped, “So where are you going?” He asked not looking at her, he really didn’t care and his head hung a bit.
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Post by leprechaunoflowd on May 30, 2009 13:22:56 GMT -5
Stabinae mentally relaxed slightly as he began to walk away, though physically she remained on guard. She did not turn her head to look directly at him, merely gazing at some fixed point in the distance and keeping him in her range of sight.
When he stopped and asked that question, however, she returned her sharp crimson gaze to him, her eyes narrowing as she glared seemingly (and metaphorically) daggers at his back for the briefest of moments.
"I believe that falls under the catagory of irrelevance. Besides that, I do not have a fixed destination, any more than I have a fixed 'home'."
Her voice remained cool and rather acidic; Stabinae was reknowned for her pessimistic, sarcastic nature. But the way she pronounced the word 'home' was strange; as if she found irony in the commonly-used term.
It was subtle, but she had deliberately refrained from questioning him about the valley; although by the way her previous movements it was clear she knew the barrier was there, as well as she knew there were horses on the other side.
Stabinae rarely asked questions unless the need arose, especially when it was possible she would not like the answer.
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Post by Thorn on May 30, 2009 13:34:53 GMT -5
"You can stay in this land teperarily, but you may want to, when sun goes does, things come around, I can tell everyone to leave you alone, what dominion do you lie with?" He wanted to know, because he didn't have enough forcers and he was getting to many mares.
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