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Post by mystic on Sept 27, 2006 6:23:48 GMT -5
Mystic looked at the stag. My sister well not tell. She would kill herself before telling anyone. The father of Devil's Lightning was going to kill her. But i got her out of there. The stag was right but, they would know we was there. We have to more when it is snow'n. Most of as are grey, we blend into the snow or get cover'd in snow. We just have to keep where it was white. Mystic was thinking of his sister Angle. What would hapen to her...? He didnt know... He would just have to hope... Mystic was piss'd the King. He just went on with whatever one was saying. King... What do you think we should do? Mystic looked him in the eyes. Was the King worthy to be King? He did not speek. He just went on with everything that we said. He was getting over it.
ooc(((should i post Angle?)))
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Post by [Masque];; on Sept 27, 2006 13:59:09 GMT -5
No matter now, she has left. Let us just hope she is not caught. But that is a slim chance. the Stag said bluntly. Keep your hope up though. His eyes fell soft and reassuring as he looked at Mystic. But he quickly looked towards Spirit. We're waiting, Oh mighty king. Would the other stallion crack ubder pressure? Probably. ooc[ Sorry for the short post.. I am at school and the bell just rang! ]
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Post by theft on Sept 27, 2006 17:39:41 GMT -5
Apollo? Guila was perplexed, who was Apollo? Her cranium raised like an anchor was fastened to it, and simultaneously her eyes flickered about the counsel. Apollo, Apollo- awe! It was him, the stallion within the Gray flannel suit who had breezed over his introduction. It was a tad obvious, he was caught off guard by being addressed as much as Guila was when she heard the alien name. Oh well, now they all knew who he was, or at least those who had their whits in focus. Lucky for Guila, her periodical migraine had come to an end.
Though her head was still pounding with the blood rushing to get back into normal circulation, it was much easier to think. Her brains hadn't fully escaped from their cocoon yet, but they were fresh enough to ponder and speak. Slowly.
And though she had only hear half of what Apollo was mouthing, it was more than enough. It was a daring move to say such things but Guilla looked at him with one ear cocked back, and her eyes half shaded. Clearly she understood what Apollo was up to, but he was taking the rocky rode, not exactly what she was expecting. Ay, it had to happen sooner or later, the Lass reckoned. Again I'll add, before dear Guila spoke she considered the seas. What would they do there? Run the horses into the water an hope they drowned? It might work for civilians such as mares and foals, but she was set on assassination being the best route if they wanted to take down the King.
ooc)4get what I had there if u read it
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Post by theft on Sept 27, 2006 17:42:57 GMT -5
ooc(YES! post with Angel, we need her report! is that the one that went into the dark ands or, no?)
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Post by B.oya on Sept 27, 2006 19:05:20 GMT -5
StormTrooper
He moved confidently over to Mystic, nuzzling the other stags shoulder. Yes, Mystic may be Angels brother, but, Storm was Angels love. She was one who he would die without. The one he regreted letting go off by herself. He frowned, listening to the stag, trying to re-assure Mystic. He was less gracious about Angel leaving after the other stag had spoken, but he would keep his hopes up. Again, thoughts returned to the king. He looked at the others, seeing the looks upon their features. He hoped the others agreed with him. This king seemed like no leader, only repeating what the others had once said, for he probobly truly didn't know what to tell the group. Yes, indeed we are, M'king.
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Post by mystic on Sept 28, 2006 6:30:03 GMT -5
Mystic had had enough of the king. It was not like me but his sister and storms love had just gone to the darks. He walked out into the middle of the group. He looked at the stag and than to the gruop. The lord does not say a thing he just go's on with wont we think should happen. Is the Stag met to lead us? Should this stag lead us? Mystic walked around the group. Looking at all of them.
(((ok I will when i can think of something.lol.)))
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Post by theft on Sept 28, 2006 18:17:24 GMT -5
Guila rolled her eyes, angry at the whole counsel, yet the absalute worst reaction to let slip through the cracks. Finally! She was getting annoyed with Mystic, or mayby he was just trying to test her patience. Storm Trooper on the other hand was flying under her radar, but just standing where he was standing with the look on his face annoyed her. Ridiculouse, eh? But who could blame her? She should of predicted this: everybody taking credit and trying to glorify themselves by repeating her conserns. This King was the worst of them all. Not only did he try to use her own plans to exalt himself- he tryed to originate them to himself! This Angel sort of horse was soaring low too, but man o man, Mystic and Spirit were in the "hot-mad" zone. Probably the worst place to be when it comes to the furry of a French Warmblood named Guila. As for Delilah, Guila found her beside flawless. Excusing the fact that she actually still let Spirit to the throne. A fatal mistake.
And for once... since the death of her dear child Asofath... Guila wished pittifully for her wings back. Her old life... when she was a Myth and she was in the presense of horses with some decent savvy. Yes, savvy. 'What's wrong with these mortal equines!' Guila's head screamed and pounded harder on her lips. But her lips were clamped tight, a classy look of stress.
Though through her rage and turmoil she remained silent, biding her energy when it was called for. Shhhhh, Guila, she cooed to herself, Wrath will only make things worse... So after seeing this impecable side of Guila, you get to take note of the noble heart she really is. Behind all this Light-snot of hers if a remarkable mare. She does exactly what authority asks of her and wisely governs what matters should be taken into her own hands. This war for example, if she was not here where would the Light horses be? Sleeping? Really! Guila went through epesodes of "wrath before peace" and all this she thought behind a meloncolly profile, which decieved greatly, as you can tell, what was really going on inside her. And yet, Mystic almost brought relief to her- in some odd way, when he agreed to her. By this he confirmed their tilent treaty- who Apollo you will find is in on also.
ooc)VERY IMPORTANT! this post, i think, is a prime example of what role playing not to take personally. that & RPG cheaters are my pet peives. so read this one twice if u really must.
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Post by U.nsung H.ero™ on Oct 1, 2006 8:37:18 GMT -5
ooc: sorry i took so long to reply, but my wrist was bothering me.
bic:
Spirit stepped up, rage flowing through his veins freely.Visionaries turned to stalk Mystic.How dare you challenge my authourity!Please explain to these light foals, vixens and stags what you would do in my position. lyrics shouted.We should sneak up on them at night, waiting until the have fallen asleep, then charge them with all we've got.Do you agree with this? vocals inquired.Flints shifted as icy numbness trickled in his veins.
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Post by [Masque];; on Oct 1, 2006 12:06:19 GMT -5
Dark soot eyes watched as Mystic began to rebel against the king. Guila seemed to stand there- Deceiving us all. It was no surprise that something was going on with her but no one could really tell what. Long, snowy auds fell back on his head as he turned his attention back to Spirit. He stood there, emanating his compliance with Mystic. Indeed, Mystic. You make a point: A point in which most of us have probably found to be true. looking to Spirit he smiled. Who says the darks will be sleeping? Becoming silent his features fell emotionless. Almost. Thinking of the plan that Spirit had blurted out under pressure he began to churn it and move it into his own plan. Cover of darkness would be a good strategy, but assuming the demon's from the dark lands where sleeping was stupidity. Nothing was that easy.
Mystics words still rung in his head. This was a reality check for Spirit. He needed this long ago. Alas it is happening now. Would this rebellion against the king lead to success for the light horses or would it royally screw up their chances. It depends on who is appointed leader. Apollo then made eye contact with each stag, and Femmora who stood in on this conversation. Guila would make the best king, if she was a male. Storm Trooper would be a good king. He seemed sensible but also he didn't contribute to the plans as much as he should. Mystic, although intelligent didn't seem to have the strength and poise. And himself of course, seemed flawed in each way. Yes, he might be sensible and yes he might come up with plans but he is the mysterious new horse. No on knew who he was- Accept for the one mare who had thanked him and Guila. Another might have figured out his name if they where listening.
Let me put it to you bluntly, Spirit. You crack under pressure. You are too unsure of yourself to lead the rest of us. You may have good quality's: In-fact I bet you could lead a herd easily. But king dose not suite you. His tones where blunt and easy to read. Try to be nice... he thought dully to himself.
ooc[ Come on everybody. Try harder to post with more detail and feeling!! ]
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Post by ♫ UnTamed ♫ on Oct 1, 2006 17:07:20 GMT -5
Whitney had came in quite and unseen. Sneaky and unnoticed. She'd been listening and watching, but not saying a word. No one had even noticed she was tehre untill now. She didnt say anything, but simply nodded now and then. Her ears twiched back and fourth, listening to the exchanged words. Waiting for Angel to come back, hopefully safe. She didnt know much of everything, nad didnt know many horses here. All she knew was that she was sure that she wasnt going to just sit back and watch everything happen. She wanted some kind of part, and hoped someone woukd now notice she was there.
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Post by [Masque];; on Oct 4, 2006 20:27:31 GMT -5
ooc[ Um.... Unsung, or Theft or Mystic? (I know mystic is gone). Usung I think you should post...lol.]
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Post by ♫ UnTamed ♫ on Oct 4, 2006 21:49:20 GMT -5
//Well I think someone should post soon...lol!//
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Post by B.oya on Oct 5, 2006 16:41:55 GMT -5
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Post by theft on Oct 5, 2006 19:54:47 GMT -5
{OMG! I am SOOOOOO sry! busy busy busy! horses, xcountry, and stupid stupid algebra! AHHHHH!}
Adrenalin pumped through her veins, and her face became a little twisted between embarrassment and panic. She couldn't decide, for a split agonizing moment, whether what she had thought she had actually said. But it didn't matter now, the climax she had been working so hard for was drilling its way into her life. Everyone was becoming a new horse, putting on the table who they really were. No one 'hollow' would survive this crash course or righteous indignation, and the real pecking order was stacking up. She knew this had to happen, she thrived all her life for this moment. And now it had come. No longer would the voice of real Lights be muffled by the kings of the Field's past, and no longer would Darkness expand its eerie twilight over the lands they called 'peaceful.' A new dawn was rising, literally, shining its beautiful Light on those who would except it- burning up those who couldn't bare it or refuse it. This was Guila's revolution. That's it!
With a swift stride she advanced into the crowd, the sudden pulse almost grand enough to set her companions back a step. "He's right," she rang out with a quick nod at Apollo, "This is our time to regain what we should of held on to long ago." She paused for an eerie effect, attempting to twist any emotion that was at work in the Chevaux minds. "Your royal majesty," She continued spitefully, eyeing Spirit with a hunter's gaze as though he were fair game, "You..." here he voice took a sharp edge, sweetened up a bit and dragged and chopped her dialect with horrific precision, "Seem to me that you are a fool in a king's garment (a wolf in sheep's clothing.) You mean no harm to us- to anyone until someone brings down malice on you. And you..." Here she looked at Apollo, trying to thank him for letting her repeat him, "Crack!"
She was gambling with high treason- but she knew the counsel was behind her- how could they not be? Three horses had said the same thing to Spirit- in fact it was probably more -and he still wouldn't give up? Guila looked at the broncos about her sternly with a passionate flame dancing into her gaze.
Don't you get it? Don't you feel the revelation? Am I the only true Light? Brethren, something is happening! Each one she hoped could grasp hold of the sensation- side with her, know her. Stop reigning yourself back Apollo! She thought this while looking at him- desperation getting flung into his face. Guila was casting her heart out like unsheathing a diamond sword.
Take action!
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Post by U.nsung H.ero™ on Oct 6, 2006 17:32:28 GMT -5
ooc: sorry. school project
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Spirit's audits detected a smidge of truth in the mysterious stag's vocals. However, he would not step down from King. I may crack under pressure, but that is no more! I say we launch a full scale attack on the darks! Who is with me? mighty lyrics boomed. Spirit's mind was playing tricks on him. He kept seeing his love dead whilst the darks were killing his people. He shook his dial, then walked in the middle of the equine circle. He bowed to Whitney, then began to chew at some grass.
ooc: not full of muse, sorry
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