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Post by Geisha on Dec 11, 2006 11:27:02 GMT -5
The air was cold, whispering the start of winter. A few days had passed and the seasons changed. My body was slick, my breath staining the carbon. My eyes surveyed the land. I knew it was the land of the barren. I didn't wish to find a friend and I didn't wish to find a stag. I needed neither and wouldn't cry for them. I wasn't looking for anything. I didn't want anything. I didn't need anything. But I refused to be claimed. I didn't arrive to be made fun of. And I wouldn't tolerate it. I am not a fake. And I am not about to get ridiculed for my behavior. I do not expect things to go my way, and I do not wish for all to bow to my daggers. I am here for no particular reason.
My tassles wound around my neck, not contricting my air flow, but tingling my annoyance. I tossed my head violently, arching my nape as I still searched. The territory seemed safe. But things aren't as they seem right? The air smelt like dying grass and murky water. I took a few steps forward. The ground was soft. I hardened my features. I kept walking, stopping at the edge of a small puddle of water. I stared down into the fluid, my reflection filling the pool completely.
I am not beautiful. I am made of har muscle. And made for speed. I am compact and tough, nothing stands in my way unless I put it there. My tresses were long and traced my chest, while my banner swung at my hoofs. I look rough, but I didn't care. I wasn't perfectly shaped like some. But just barely shown as a mixed blood. I didn't care who I was. I am not even sure if I care about myself. All I know is that I am not afraid, and I will never let anything rule me.
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Post by ♫ UnTamed ♫ on Dec 11, 2006 21:05:19 GMT -5
Her presents in the valley made Treason move tward where she'd felt it. She paused and smelt the air. She justwanted to know who it twas. Was it the old queen of the lands? She walked stargling looking and rough. She was a tough looking mare who didnt care what people said. Her eyes where full of fire, her soul an oven. She walked and seen the mare. Had to have been one of her own. She didnt smile but stood a distance. She knew what it was like and she knew to keep her distance.
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Post by Geisha on Dec 11, 2006 22:13:43 GMT -5
May I have the pleasure of knowing you name and as to where I am? my voice was flat. I was on my best behavior. I knew the mare was understanding. And I didn't want to look as cruel as I am. Everyone would eventually see that side, but for now I had a reputation to protect. My optics wandered over the mare. She was much more polished that myself. But appearances weighed nothing in my mind. The wind threw my tresses into the carbon, distracting me momentarily. I refocused my attention. I ignored my feeling of hunger. I relaxed my muscles. But my guard was still up, as my focus was. My feelings were also pushed behind, but it mattered not.
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Post by ♫ UnTamed ♫ on Dec 11, 2006 23:09:29 GMT -5
She kept her expressions to a minimum. Thy calling is Treason. Her voice was something new. It was nor nice nor mean. Something about it was rough and mysterious, hiding stories within its core. Something no one had ever witnessed. Her ember eyes looked at the mare with, not sypithy, but understanding. She then asked, And what is it I may call you? She looked around the lands. She could be queen if she really wanted to be. But nothing really mattered. She didnt really want to tbe queen, for she had not the leadership skills nor the people skills. She looked around for her adopted daughter Chey. She had only liked the flicka becuase she did have a soft spot. Not many got to see it but it twas there....
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Post by Geisha on Dec 12, 2006 16:07:54 GMT -5
Chance her answer was flat, following the expression of her occuli. She whipped her banner in the air, releasing a bit of tension left in her body. Was this really where she belonged? Did she care? No. It was a simple answer. What happened happened. She lived in the present. Always. She stared out to the empty land. Others were here, but not in plain view. Are you looking for someone? she inquired, her tone still the same. Her lanterns never left the horizon. A cold fog hovered over the ground. Cold? What was it anymore? A feeling? Or something to describe the temperature? Or the season? It was just a word. Words meant nothing to her. She could live her life silent, and it would be just fine.
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Post by ♫ UnTamed ♫ on Dec 20, 2006 2:32:13 GMT -5
She nodded and then listene to her question. She didnt have to tell her who. Becuase she didnt ask. She wasnt trying to be rude. She just didnt think the mare would care all that much....Yes.... She looked at eh mare blandly...Nothing important... But nothing really was to important in her life. What was there to care about? This? What, living here? Yea, so much to care about. Maybe if they where more organized?
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Post by Geisha on Dec 23, 2006 22:25:27 GMT -5
I have a purpose here. For what I have not yet discovered, but I do have one. her voice was loud enough to be heard. But soft enough to be considered a conversation with herself. Where am I exactly? she raised her lyrics a decibel higher, addressing the siren next to her. The wind had stopped, her strings and banner settling in the arid carbon. They sky was considered a frightening shade of blueish gray. Her optics were slowly gazing in the horizon, her breath was even and slow.
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Post by ♫ UnTamed ♫ on Dec 24, 2006 13:18:15 GMT -5
She smiled slightly. Hpoe? What was it? Was it hope for being the new queen. She slightly looked away at the harizon. She wanted some kind of hope, but had never found it! You are in the amizons. To be perticular you are in the feminouse Feilds. She said it with yet some tone and some expression. The queenless amizons. She paused....I mean if we could just get this thing going again..... She sighed....
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Post by Geisha on Dec 24, 2006 21:25:05 GMT -5
Was it worth it? To surrender yourself to a place? There were reasons for most. But for her? What was here for her? She didn't need family, or friends, she rarely needed herself either...but here? She turned her dial to Treason. No one has stepped up for the amazons? That fueled a fire. And you? You want this place to be a sucess but you could not find the courage to be a leader? She knew that one might have hit a nreve. She didn't know the mare. And she didn't make assumptions. Another question might be why you need a leader. You all ahve been strong enough to come here. Must you unite? She didn't understand. But how could she? She had been a loner for a few years. It had toughened her, and showed in her presence. All I'm saying, is that nothing should make you feel like you can't take care of yourself...nothing. She returned her gaze to the horizon, unsure, still...
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Post by ♫ UnTamed ♫ on Dec 26, 2006 0:52:42 GMT -5
rply latter -sry!-
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Post by wowposter on Sept 2, 2008 16:36:57 GMT -5
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Post by wowposter on Sept 3, 2008 0:40:07 GMT -5
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