Fair Lady Doscenair

[theft]

Amazons are a cunning allience, no?
They are not 'clicky' like you might think
And nor does it mater if you are Light
Or Nuetral
Or Dark
So who, might you ask, is Lady Doscenair?
No one of any signifigance of course
Only the abandoning mother of Rebel
The second queen of Amazon Terrain
Here are where all sweat ladies reside
When they can't find shelter
Or a decent stallion
Or are all 'round pethetic
That would describe "Doscenair" fair enugh

But this is a new dawn for the Amazons
When Queen Rebel uncovers the long lost sancuary
Of mares far and wide
Who take a noble stand
Away from any 'allience'
To unite in this tropicanna haven
Rebel trumpets a shrill and welcoming command
For all mares who are lost
Hurt
Pethetic
And those who are strong
Noble
And likewise My Rebel
To come forth into this thicket
To be bound as one nation
The New
The Powerfull
The Unfailing
[glow=brown,2,300]Amazon Nation[/glow]

[life]

Like a ghostly apperition, the painted vixen entered. Dial hanging low, she strode towards the other mare. This was the summoner; the one who'd called her here. It had been her voice that had saved her from the depression of losing everything; her love, her son...even her soul. Ticking a hoof lightly against the frozen ground, she snorted lightly as her voids searched the other's facade for answers.
Why had she called?
The mare's name was Urtalla.
She could not speak; not a word.
She was a mute.
She was almost blind.

She was an outcast.

[♫ UnTamed ♫]

Treason's dial was at a medium hight. She;d head the call, and thought it fit who she was. A band. Hurt and scared, she was here to maybe have a part in life again? She didnt know if she'd be acepted here, or an outcast. But then thinking about it everyone here had had the same hurt feeling she'd had at one point in her life. With that the remebered her beloved Sly....What had happend to him? She left in fear....Not wanting to know what had happend. She walked at a slow, yet strong pace. Leading to where two mares were in sight!

[theft]

She watched the two enter
Welcoming them with a melloncolly winny
As though they didn't hear her the first time
One left her nodding her aproval
The other nearly brought tears to her eyes

She had yet to know Urtalla had no voice
And yet those milky eyes just said it all
Flooded with an eery creme
Hiding what pupils she had
Yet she fit the bill just fine
These were the creatures that made Reb's seach worth it
They defied those who said:
How could you live without your sight
How could you live without a love
How could you live so independantly
Well duh Rebel would scorn
We're the Amazons

And yet they defined what life was all about
How they could ignite one another with an undying flame
How they could stand for the underdogs
The peacemakers
The poor saps who were lame
In the heart and the body

So finally
Efortlessly
She aproached the two at will
"Welcome, Femora
To the grand Amazon!"
She paused to see their reactions
If anything at all
"I'm Rebel born into the Bloody Meadows
My allience is niether dark,
Nor Light
...nor nuetral
I'm an Amazon. You?"

[mystic]

Flamme walked into the land.
She be a band.
Living on the outer.
Stag's made her wont to kill them.
Her father had tryed to kill her.
Than her mother felt the herd,
and the new stag that tryed to kill her again.
She got out of there.
Stags where .....!


(lol. cant say that word.)

[theft]

Flaming main twitched in a gale
Rich red coat quiverd in the silence
No gave her a name
No one twitched an ear
Three empty expressions
Locked on her
Troubling her

Even the one with fire
And the one fogged over
Emptiness

"Ah..."
Dear ole' Reb
She scuffed the ground
In a silent pout
This was no band
This was a group of mares who needed her help
Who would build the Amazon Nation
From scratch

She noticed
Over the days she waited
Over the days they stood idly here
Their tropicanna became humid once more
And the stars began to twinkle in the night
Spring had come
And that meant mud
And shedding
"Well I think we all
Could use a decent groom"

Catiously she took a step
A step towards the blind one
But she was sure she could see the movement
Of her flaming chestnut aparel
Slowly she ran her mug
From her shoulder
To her loin
And gently began to lip
Liping away her winter coat
So she would not be overheated

Lipping away her history
So no longer she would be saddened

"Come on..."
She said gesturing at the other two.
"Groom for all your worth!"

[daisygirl]

Blue Ice was tired
tired of waiting
tired of thinking
tired of walking to get here.
Wait...
What was that?
behind that big oak tree?
Not another bunnie?
She peeked her crest out
No
only other ladies
It was some sort of a strange meeting
She shouldn't interrupt
That would be rude
But something told her that..
they wouldn't care
and if they did what would they do to her?
She never had a family
just a random stallion who picked her up
after saving her from a scary bunnie
She often referred back to that time...
It was only yesterday
But the stallion regretted to tell her what his name was
Hello, What... what are you doing here?
That was stupid
But Blue Ice was stupid
She spoke stupidly
The mares grooming each other seemed to take no notice of her
maybe that was her imagination
Their crisp threads and drapes were ratted
But there no denying their prettiness
If their eyes didn't see right through her mabe..
they could be friends
But their eyes were solid
and through
Her brown dusty eyes
were too warm
Her horseflesh was a slivery grey
but her mind was nothing but a cloud
a cloud that moves
and disappears from time to time
Yes
Blue Ice was too trusting
of everything

OCC: kind of a bad post i don't have any inspriation. It left me.. maybe i should redo it??? nah.. i'm too lazy

[Tear.dr0ps]

_{With a smirk upon her facile
Chromizone walked into the flurry
the flurry of Amazons
grooming one another
looking in discust
her icy tones were testy to come out
to tease the little peasent mares
to laugh at them
for their stupid remarks
a warlock would be better than this
than this herd of witches
Her icy tones had enough of closure
and broke the intent scilence
Do you always act like this wrenchs?
her tones icy
her tones testy
and most of all
her tones were fed up
fed up of the world around her
and fed up with broncs
fed up with the lies
but most of all
she was fed up with herself.}

//bad post never done free style rping so ah well//

[theft]

lol. its better then my sap-fest!

Her neck snapped around
One eye picked up the dappled femora
The other cast regretfully to the most recent
Course!
There would always be the one
The one who was testy
And crude
The real witch to be exact

Dear Reb had seen the type before
Knew there ways like the Bloody Meadows
Crap
She thought she could get by
Without a hitch
Without a trouble
But there just had to be the one
The one mare to hold them back
She just reckoned darkness wasn't sparing any slack
Nope
Not for Reb
Not even when her life seemed to get spurred on again
Bummer

She figure the mare came to stir up trouble
And moved around her blinded companion
Through the other three who had gatherd
And right up to the intruder
She might of not called her such
If she was oblivious to her intentions
Sparkling in her eyes
"Who are you to come to the Gardens
And call us witches without a flinch?"

Typical mares
But who could blame them?
As queen it was Reb's duty to protect
To prosper
To vindicate
And this catty bum was no excuse
Though...
Reb couldn't pass up the chance to challenge
To prove the others her rightfull rank
Though the possability was far from her mind
It was the blessing to come from all of this

[daisygirl]

Blue Ice's eyes widened
Somthing very bad was gong on
But what?
her train of thought had drifted...
into deep waters
and snowstorms of doom
She was lost in this convosation
like a bunnie meaning to go to a
cottontail convention
but finding himself at the wolf lodge
(if you caught that)
Her tongue seemed to be glued
stiff at the roof of her mouth
she contracted salivia to freshen it
She wondered if all maidens felt this...
hopless?
And what was a wrench?
As these questions continued to haunt her
she began to feel like
that sacred little bunnie
What was going to happen to her?
Would she be toast?
or find a way out of this drastic situation?

[daisygirl]

whoah a chunky little post htere huh? let me fix it...............there beter

[Tear.dr0ps]

_{Her sweet purfume waded along the oxygon
her facile high too
A graceful movement
took her to the queen
The queen wrench
of this herd of minxes.
Approching her with great formality
She sternly looked at her
with deep cristalized visions.
With harsh tones
she spoke an icy song
Who died and made you queen?
With the cold tones she spared
she glared at the wrench
awaiting her response.
Awaiting her to make any movements
awaiting any fight that may or may not happen.}

[theft]

She ignored the comment
Since aparently the mare had ignored hers
Oh
She wanted to play that game
Reble seeled her mouth shut
Not letting this wrench pry a single curse from her mouth
Because she knew well enugh
She wanted to anger her
Threaten her
Haunt her
Make her world spin in so many directions of furry
She would forget about her duties
The mares she took under her wing
Her mission
Not happenin'
Nope!
Not this day!

Simplicity
Was the key
Arching her neck back
Nose to chest
Reb pursed her lips and stood erect
Peering at her oponent through slit eyes
A old pouty glare
Enugh to draw a snap out
Or a kick
Enugh to make her oponent react first
And get the advantage
That's right...

EEEEK! no one post k? i'll finish this post in a sec!

[Tear.dr0ps]

She wouldn't be ignored
She just wouldn't stand for it
She also knew that this queen
was no queen at all.
She swiftly made her approch
on the wrench.
Sinking her ivories into the little silk she had
tearing her wound open
She laughed
She laughed inside and out
Awaiting her next movements
she glared at the minx
her patience testing
and her annoyance level was far to high
She always knew how to fight
and she always won
and this time it would be no different.
If the battle was even to be fought.
Snorting into disgust of the small peasant
she grinned with no affection
the twit seemed to be lifeless
and she had no emotions.
Clearly this minx was dark
Clearly she was evik
Clearly she wasn't ment to be queen
of such a herd as this
Not to be the queen of Amazons

[theft]

Quick
Swift
Fast
Bam!
My Reb was on the witch like a wild banshee
She had ducked under the fangs
So quick it duked Chromizone out of her whits

She sprang up
Pegging her right knee into the other lass's brest
Roughly wraping the left 'round the victim's neck
For balance
To move with her
Meanwhile her chops set to hacking
Clamping hard on the other mare's neck
The way her father did it
A "hugging" take down

She'd get her props
If it was the last thing she did
And leave the frontier knowing
"I am rightfull queen"