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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 23, 2006 19:09:23 GMT -5
Ransome
The broad shoulders of the magnificent stallion loped at a slow pace into the lands. His hooves beat the ground like eggs. He crushed many things below the surface of his sharp daggers. Mysterious glowing structure threw it's self across the plains of the deserted palace. His hide slid underneithe himself and he haulted with a jolt. Then his weight shifted to his hind hawks with pleasure as he arose off the ground, as if he would fly. His eavesdropped pinned angerly against his skull. His dark visions shoting sharp glares at the world turning. He finaly returned down to the earth and his hinde threw powerful buck. He clapped his teeth to anyone who was thinking of approching.
Ransome saw many things in the one little place that he stood. The sharp juice-filled grass and the trees that swayed along with many things. Many people and horses blew withthe wind letting life take it's coarse just as the trees, but not him, he made his own riles and he didn't care who followed them or not. His firey pelt shown like flames and his crimson forelock hid the tiny star hid benieth of him. His visions were covered by the tassles that his his star, and his teeth returned into their rightful place. He snorted with anger but he was not really angry. He stood glaring into the world, awaiting who would approch him first.
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Post by p.sylence ♥ on Nov 23, 2006 19:18:49 GMT -5
retta
with a coat the color of silver, with dark ringlets ontop of it, the vixen cantered in. daggers pounded the earth with rage, fire burned bright in her glassy orbs. perhaps a red colored pelt would have fit the minx better. old scars ripped her once beautiful pelt, yet they didn't bother her. she spotted a lone brute upon a hilltop, and figured she could have herself a little fun by getting into trouble.
daggers continued to pound up the hill, until she reached about 20 feet from the stag. smirk upon her velvets, she slid to a stop, sending dirt up in his face. crainum held high, she circled the brujo, first clockwise, then counter-clockwise. taunting him, she asked 'whats your name, brute??' snicker emitted from her maw, but she didn't care. |
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 23, 2006 19:24:18 GMT -5
Without looking back to the approching minx he stood up straight and broad. His muscles ripped from his peltage and his whipcord made new wounds on his old ones. He tucked in his skull so that his chin touched his broad chest. He gave a cold laugh at the wrench and let his own lyris talk to her. And i should tell you because? Rolling his visions at her with no emotions. He loked out byond the sunset and the field where the others grazed. He huffed a little snort and slowly turned around to face the little minx.
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Post by collisian on Nov 23, 2006 22:20:06 GMT -5
ooc: may i post? crimson peltage tightly covered the warlock's broad shoulders and brawny mascu. long ribbions waved and danced like flickering flames around his skull. long whiplocks brushed against his hocks. the jock froze finding someone very familar. he almost thought it impossible yet he couldn't hold back his excitement. he didn't run like the young colt he once was but he casually loped toward the pair and bowed his skullery to both. 'lo mother, stag
his obsidian visionaries took in her beautiful silver pelt as he remembered the days when she'd taught him to swim and when they'd play. ooc: psylence i don't think i have enough muse for whiplash. i'm planning to just rp rebellion for now. sorry. i understand if you still rp retta. it isn't fair if you quit rping her. |
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Post by p.sylence ♥ on Nov 25, 2006 0:35:38 GMT -5
time is running out...
she laughed haughtily, smirk still upon her velvets. eavesdroppers twitched, then laid back a little. she flicked her whipcord in his face, before smarting off. 'because i asked you. and now im telling you.' her voice was like a hiss, yet still had a taunting to it.
at the sound of a familiar voice, she spun around. one glassy orb continued to watch the brute, but the other gazed at another. he was a big, arabic bloodlined stallion. his coat blazed the color of flames, but she recognized him in and instant. whether 1 day, 1 week, 1 year, or 20 years old, she would have recognized her son, Rebel.
stepping towards him, she used her maw to raise his dial. turning her full attention to Rebellion could have been a mistake, because she was making herself and easy predator for the other stag. but she had to see her son. smirk was replaced with a smile, and audits pricked. 'why, Rebellion. you have grown into quite a nice young stallion.' she lightly touched her maw to his nape, deeply breathing in his familiar scent.
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Post by collisian on Nov 25, 2006 2:55:29 GMT -5
the young jock smiled at the friendly gesture from his dam. his mug nudged her boa gently. thank you, t's wonderful to see you mother his maturing tones replied. he tossed his forelock from his visionaries view. gaze turned toward the other stag as he felt some discomfort in his dam. audits twiched with curiousty and yet happiness toward the stag and his mother. how have you been mother? |
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 26, 2006 11:21:27 GMT -5
Ransome struck the air with a ingle stride of his firey legs. And with a moment he saw the youn colt, feeling no threat to himself or the wrench. He looked over the mares scawny shoalders at the young jock to see that she did know him. But not as a former, more as a family member, Son maybe. But Ransome really didn't care. He let the two talk with pleasure, as he just turned away keeping watch over the land benieth his sharp flints.
His visions mover from here to there looking at the dead empty grass. The trees beared no fruite nor leaves at this time. But gentle snowflakes touched the crimson peltage of his. and before he knew it the ground was coverd with a thin blanket of ivory flakes glistening in the moons touching light. Ransome
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Post by p.sylence ♥ on Nov 26, 2006 11:31:58 GMT -5
time is running out...
she nodded, adding her sweet vocals to the carbon. 'your welcome. i have been okay, but your father has seemed to leave. its heartbreaking, for me at least, but since i know you are here, life will be much easier on me.' she smiled again and lightly touched her velvets to his thick boa. then, she turned back around.
the other stag had moved to a postition atop a hill, yet it was not that had made her turn around. his evil-filled vocals had filled the air for just a moment. eavesdroppers flickered forward then backward, catching his tune. 'Ransome. seems to fit quite well.' once again a smirk emblazed her maw. snickering, she started towards him. stopping, she watched to see what his next move was.
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 26, 2006 11:47:45 GMT -5
Once again he was furious, how could the only dark mare in this fielded realm, be a poser? He laughed. He was wasting his time here, and if she wanted to follow him she could but other wise, he was leaving with conversation. With a cold spat her answered her call in sarcasim. The pleasure is all mine wrench. and with the attitude he had he bolted.
Long appendeges strided out along the rock turf, He swung his skull high into the ari, feeling the wind rush into his lungs. Crimson mane waved in the wind like fire, and his long whipcord came tagging along behinde him. With a powerful surge he gave a buck and kept his audlits pinned beneithe his skull. But he held the dentals in his mouth but barred them to any who saw him. Finaly after covering about a mile in distance he slowwed to a trot then haulted. he stood ther with a muscular tone looking back and waiting, if the wrench decided to come.
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Post by collisian on Nov 26, 2006 13:16:47 GMT -5
auds twiched he ignored the older jock not quite caring what the brute said or thought. the crimson warlock looked at his dam dad left? he snorted yet not suprised completely. he didn't know where his mother and father had gone after the fire. he wasn't sure where he went either. he watched the other brute bolt off. it looked stupid, was he trying to claim Retta or was it just a fool playing around. well mother i guess i should be going, i live in the neutral lands for now, in Sleepless Plains |
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Post by p.sylence ♥ on Nov 26, 2006 20:46:21 GMT -5
time is running out...
she turned her attention back to her son. nodding, she spoke 'yes. for now, im hoping that it's not permenant.' she smiled. 'okay. i will be sure to visit you, my son.' lightly touched her maw to his boa, then stepped back. wishing him a goodbye, she smiled. after he was gone, she turned around.
she had turned around just in time to see Ransome take off. she was furious now. only posers fled like that. still she was having some fun being annoying and a pest. eavesdroppers flicked back and pinned hard against her crainum as she fell into a gallop. silver tassles and whipcord flew in strands behind her, and she moved into the shadows, fleeing the sun. after running for about a mile, she saw him again. she stood atop a hill, still surrounded by trees and underbrush. but, in this area of the land, came a fog. it was dense and hard to see through. she still stood in the shadows, but got a little worried. then she decided what the heck, and just stood there, waiting for the fog to thin so that she could see him again.
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 26, 2006 21:00:07 GMT -5
After he had finished his run, he too had dodged into the shadows or the forest. The preators stood scrambling around his mighty hoovs in a hurry. The fogs density was thick enough you couldn't but a few inched from where you were.While he stood in the thicket of brush he felt the wind of another horse fleeing from something. Taking in the scent of the equine he knew it was familiar. It was the wrenched mare with her son that stood atop that hill. He smirked, with his audlits still cemented on top of his skullery.
Thsi would be fun. The devious smile came across the young broncs face. He then trotted scilently after the mare as he followed her up path of the dense forest. He saw that she had haulted but walked into the thick fog. He snuck up behinde her and spoke up. I don't believe you told me your name wrench.
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Post by p.sylence ♥ on Nov 26, 2006 21:16:33 GMT -5
time is running out...
the silver wrench waited for a few minutes, then she heard something behind her. at first she just heard something rustle through the brush, but then her paperthins flared. she scented Ransome, that brute that she had followed. with eavesdroppers pinned against her head, she waited. the fog had thickened, so she couldn't even see but an inch in front of her. even though she had been expecting it, his vocals startled her. she turned around, but backed up a few feet too. suddenly there was nothing underneath her. she had a sickening senstation of falling, then hit the ground. she fell to her side, then quickly scrambled up. the fog was less dense down here, and she saw that the brute had also fallen into the cavern. she looked around, but saw nothing. then she started forward towards the stag. she was furious that he had snuck up on her like that, and now look at where they were. stuck, down here. TOGETHER. this might be interesting.
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 26, 2006 21:26:34 GMT -5
Ransome, senseing she was about to fall of the ledge grabbed a lock of the mares silvers tassles and planted his tide but the gravity pulled them both off. He too landed on this side and scrammbled to his hooves. He looked at the wrench and rolled his visions. aw gret i got stuck here with her, out of them all! He was furious also. He stampered into the cave and gave a low nicker and moaned. Then he spoke for real. There is soo many things i could say right now wrench but i am just keepin' to myself. His western accent was clearly there, but didn't act like any fool. His deep crimson body danced like a wildfire, but he remain calm, and he too glared at the other equine
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Post by p.sylence ♥ on Nov 26, 2006 21:38:08 GMT -5
time is running out...
vixen barred her ivories at him, but rolled her eyes. out of everyone she could be stuck with down here, it had to be him. moaning, she walked the sides of the cavern. from here, it looked as if their only way of possibly escaping was through the one tunnel. she returned his speach with a smart-alec comment. 'dont worry. me too. && you still dont even know my curse.' she smirked, enjoying the glory of being annoying to him. the light from above danced upon her silver pelt, revealing every scar or dapple on her hide. she waited for the brute's next remark.
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