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Post by p.sylence ♥ on Nov 6, 2006 17:15:26 GMT -5
the maiden, the ever beautiful maiden stepped into the lands. her coat shown the color of silver,
flowing tassles were thick and gorgeous as ever. what wonders a little time away from this world
had done for her. but, no matter how much she had loved it there, she knew she had to return.
she loved this place more, and it was her home. smiling, she raised herself slightly off her
forepillars in a half rear. returning to the jaden stalks, she struck out with one foreleg, leaving
a deep scar in the dirt. her eavesdroppers twitched, catching sounds all around her. her
cranium flung high, she looked like a picture of health, grace, and beauty. and she was. a low
whinny rang through the lands, calling for someone to come and talk with her. she hadn't known
many equids before she left, and her guess was that they had all left too. with the sun shining
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Post by nochoice on Nov 8, 2006 7:07:21 GMT -5
The summer was peaking, and with the great warmth came the last of the summer blossoms, which, arguably, could be the most beautiful of them all. Yet even with the summer heat, and breath of fresh, cooling wind was still carried through many lands, except those land inhabited mainly by woodland, which were either stifling and airless, or wonderfully cool and sheltering from the sun. But this land- the very land into which the bronc strode, was wide, open plainland. There was little shelter, and so, little releif from the heat, but the grasses grew tall - up to his hocks - and the realm was swept in a rush of emerald life.
Stilts carried the cremello drake forewords in long, powerful strides, which, altough carried him quickly across the plain, seemed in some way to be effortless. The bronc had inherited his lightly sun-kissed hue from his dam, Lavender, and his strong, powerful actions from his father, Valient, formerly neutral king along with his twin, Little King. Yet the stag's father and uncle had dissapeared from the lands, and his mother had passed away. Now, in his fourth year, the bronc had grown used to the fact that there was another on the thrown of the neutrals, though he was rightly heir. The drake had a calm way about him, which, to some was often taken as lack of emotion, yet being the contrary- as he had grown up alone since a yearling, he had learnt to hide his emotion. He had loved once, as a two year old, a pretty young mare called Peridot, but then he had left the lands for niegh on a year. Upon his return, as to be expected, she had left.
Lobes flickered upon his crest, catching a melodical call. Nares flared, snorting slightly, before whickering his reply. Stilts carried the bronc within sight of the essa, where he slowed to a walk, lobes flickering slightly as he whickered softly once more, crania shaken to rid himself of the pests which swarmed in the heat. Finally, the bronc stopped a few feet away, mug momentarily stretched out, to catch th scent of the essa, as was the way with equines. A soft snort was emitted, before jawline lowered, and the drake spoke. 'ello mistress. I be Spartan. Lymns were soft and calm, yet easily audible.
[hmm... oh well]
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Post by azeria on Nov 12, 2006 14:22:58 GMT -5
elegent contessa two beated into the terra, dished crania held high. orbits landed on two 'quids farther down in the lands. one brute, one femme. harks flicked forward as the minx watched them. she moved her bod forward slightly, releasing a quiet whicker from her vox. she tipped her cranium to them both, orbits glancing back and forth, thinkbox hoping she hadn't intruded.
//haha i played valant and king ages ago. i didnt know the colt was still around//
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Post by p.sylence ♥ on Nov 14, 2006 18:11:56 GMT -5
dial raised at the sound of soft snort from a brujo, and a soft whicker from another femmora. the small essa smiled sweetly at the two newcomers. she had not met either of them before, how nice it would be to start meeting new people! a slight bow at the brujo and a nod to the femmora, she spoke. vocals calm, but her orbs gazed about the lands. why, 'ello, to both of you. i be story. the summer sun beat down on their pelts, but it was slightly refreshing. whipcord flowed gracefully as it easily swept of the buzzing things around her. im most of the lands the sun beat down easily upon the other equids, except those dark lands or woodlands. but this land was amazing, a sea of jaden green, and the stalks whipped around her pillars, tall and plentiful. the maiden took a few small steps closer to the other equids, the stopped. the other contessa and herself looked mighty alike. not in color, but height and skeleton were built just the same. the brujo however, had the most amazing colored pelt. a light, sun-kissed color, it stood out among all the other equines. he stood tall, taller than both the mares. her boa crested, but her cranium dropped to the stalks. kissers, upon touching the emeralds, quickly snatched a bite. chewing and swallowing, she looked up, and waited for one of the others to speak.
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Post by azeria on Nov 14, 2006 20:03:13 GMT -5
femmora tilted her tiara in return, aerials swiveling around alertly. liquid brown orbits watched both 'quids in an interest for she had met no others here. her kissers parted, song released to the maiden and the king.
'ello to you Story, and you, brute. I am Memory.
simple lyrics sang out, watching them both for a reaction. she swished her whipcord, slapping it against her pelt to ward off the annoying bloodsuckers. after a moment, the ess lowered her maw to hell's roof and began tearing at the grass, harks still swiveling intently.
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