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Post by Azalea on Jul 14, 2006 14:11:42 GMT -5
Stars above were covered with thick and threatening clouds, twinkling dimmly when there was a break between the masses of darkness. The moons were the only things bright this lonely night, the shades of them variants of yellows, oranges and reds. A sharp wind whistled through the long grass, but the large clouds opposed the winds direction to cover the three sources of light. There was nothing left now but the very faint rumble of thunder in the distance, accompanied with the meek whistle of wind and the rustling of something in the grass.
A large figure rustled in the grass, muscles rippling under the hairs coloured like dried blood. His shoulders were wide and threatening, the sheer width and brute strength that rippled under him replacing the height and speed that most horses had. His long mane and tail were tangled and long, swaying as the stallion walked over the lightless land. Nostrils were red, showing that this horse had traveled aways. There was a flash of yellow teeth as the horse realized that there was no one on this land, nothing but his own presence.
Endless black eyes blinked, absorbing the light from the sudden appearance of the moons above. The soft wind had continued the clouds on their journey, the faraway thunder disappearing along with it. The equine looked quite less threatening, the light gleaming off his chestnut coat and black mane. A soft sigh escaped from the black muzzled brute, sounding smug and satisfied, if not a bit tired.
He shook his large head, thoughts racing unorderly and black eyes surveying his surroundings. Most of the land was grassland, a few indents where ponds hid, a few upraises with hills and a couple of black trees disturbed the grasses.
Proudly, he trotted forward, mane slapping against his rounded neck and tail flying behind him. He had reached no where really, leaving grand bents in the grass blades he passed. Head lowered to snap up a few blades of grass, both hunger and exhaustion nibbling at him. This land reminded him of his home, save the dreaded mudpits he wished to never see again. Teeth continued to reach out and chew, his thoughts drifting to the possibility of gaining the position of lead stallion with a new start on this land. No one would know of his early death sentence, dramatic past or even his wrongs against his entire herd.
Silently, he turned his head away from the grass, scanning his surroundings once more for signs of danger. The red beast slowly plodded to lean against one nearby tree, hearing the roots complain beneath ground about his weight. He yawned, letting his head droop and allow his black eyes to drop in a light sleep. His mind, though most would think it would softly whisper plans for the future or whine about the past, repeated the stories he heard as a young colt.
'This guessing-game she'll never win,
For my name is Rumpelstiltskin! ' |
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Post by Dasina on Jul 17, 2006 20:21:57 GMT -5
The stars shimmered above her making her a bit uneasy. Some how she still felt afraid, even though she was /safe/ in this land. Her heart raced faster and her pace quickened. She halted and stood beneath three moons. Her ocluars shimmered in wonder. She had only ever been able to see one of the three moons. The other two were just as breath taking as the others. She never wanted to peel her sight from the sky. The stars beamed down on her, they seemed solemn.
A soft viridian bed of grass lay beneath her flints. She hadn't eaten even one blade of grass in three whole days. She took this oppurtunity to restock her empty stomach. The fresh grass felt like heaven as it was shot into her awaiting belly. Odd gurgling sounds could be heard from the stomach which had only a few blades of grass in it. Her mouth felt rather dry, she needed some sort of quencher.
She searched the land trying to find if there were any lakes, rivers waterfalls anything. Alas she had to settle for muddy puddle water that had fallen from the light rain the previous day. Her tassle warned the flies to keep away from her stern. If they came any closer they would be blown away with a mighty wack. She shook the water free from her labria and drew her attention back to the shimmering stars.
The gentle movement of them made her calmed. Her stance changed from high alert to an 'at ease' stance. She occasionally lifted one leg up to shift her weight on to the other side of her frame.
Tonight was perfect. Well almost. When she was in her herd she always had her family to care for her. She wasn't used to winging it on her own. She turned her head to a curious shadowy figure. She could tell that it was a horse of some sort. His or her features were almost revealed by the glow of the moons and the stars. But she couldn't quite make it out. She let out a whinnie to the supposive bastard. [/color][/center] |
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Post by Azalea on Jul 17, 2006 20:36:33 GMT -5
Rumpelstiltskin had indeed fell into a sleep, unaware of another horse's enterance onto the lush land. His dreams were random, wild, they made no sense. He was left to drift through the murky waters of his dreams, picking up and staring at anything interesting, anything that might tell him of his future. The edges of his dream flickered with the shadows of horses, rearing, bucking, screaming and running, though he was deaf to there calls. The black eyes of his dream self looked about, trying to remember everything, prepared to use it to his advantage in the future. All of his herd was a firm believer of dreams being the truth, of mystic signs and warnings. His old home, to say the least, was very superstisous.
One shadow weaved through the others, a tall and towering figure with a certain importance to it. He watched the shadows calm and confident movements, nothing there but the outline of it's body. He watched as the shadow in his dream halted quite a distance away, broad head turning towards him. Rumpelstiltskin looked to the shadow, feeling his eyelids trying to rise and rid him of this dream. A far away neigh escaped the shadow, the stallion taking a moment's realization to see that the whinny was real. He snapped his eyes open, elegant head rising and eyes already focused on the figure. Black eyes blinked a few times, tail freeing his hind legs of a multitude of bloodsuckers. He narrowed his eyes, taking a few steps away from the tree he leaned on and looking at the figure and taking in the scents on the wind. She had come from a faraway place, at least compared to his home, the scent that made each horse unregonizable to Rumpelstiltskin.
He gave a soft sigh, pondering whether or not to near the mare. It was tempting to see another, especially since he had not seen any horses since he arrived at his land. Head high and ears perked, he trotted towards the female, bringing himself to a walk once he reached at least ten meters away. "You disturbed me of my nap," he informed teasingly, giving his mane a shake. He was bathed in the moons' rays, everything reflecting a bit of light save his bottomless and pitchblack eyes. |
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Post by Dasina on Jul 17, 2006 20:52:59 GMT -5
The mare bobbed her head in response. "Terribly sorry my good stallion," she apologized bowing her head. Yes Dasina was very apologetic, even if she didn't really do anything. Another one of her bad qualities.
Her long mane rested in the wind as the whistling gusts tore through the medow. Her eyes closed for a quick second to enjoy the minutes of rest. She gently opened them again to view the stallion. Her ears twitched a little bit as she picked up a bit of sound. She let out a small whinnie at the stallion.
The night still remained calm with the shrill of the wind still haunted over them. She glanced up and then back at him. "Nice night?" questioned him with a solemn look occupying her face.
The sky was like a magnet, she couldn't take her amazed eyes off of it. The moons stood out brightly in the sky. The clouds threatened to start pouring down, but they too remained tranquil, except the rolling thunder. Her attention was drawn away from stars and to the distance where sprits of lighting spread it's light across the sorrowful, yet joyful skies.
Life, it was like a tulip, they come in all sorts of colors, but the rarest is yet to come. [/center] |
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Post by Kiriko-san on Jul 22, 2006 10:05:13 GMT -5
Behind the brush a rustling could be heard, pads pressed upon the firm tough earth that was fresh from rain, yellow orbits flickering to the starry skies every once in a while.
Tis hard to find prey, especially in a place such a s thus.
Audis positioned and re-positioned themselves as they searched for something...anything.
This wolf was desperate, he hadn't eaten for days and days at a time, his belly already growing more and more ravenous. His lips curled up in a snarl as he finally caught the sound of voices. What was it?
His legs moved without pressing, pads silently making the creature bode his way through the grassy plains. His eyes searched for the beholder of the voices. And then...finally, he saw them.
A tiny and frilly young mare, and a huge stallion. It was aparent which was the weaker, easier prey.
His fur was tough, from such dirt of the past days travelling, his hackles rose, and the call to hunt was more and more enthralling. He felt a low growl, that came from deep within his throat. He wanted to kill, he wanted to hunt.
Slowly he came closer and closer to the two, careful not to be heard; he had to make this worth his while... [/center] |
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Post by Azalea on Jul 23, 2006 16:56:41 GMT -5
Rumpelstiltskin listened to her words, an expression like someone raising a single eyebrow coming over his face. Her apologies were unnesscary, especially around such a roguish beast like him. Black eyes watched as her mane danced in the wind, his own mane simply being pushed in his face for his rump faced the wind. He was unmoving, waiting for her to continue her greetings. She couldn't just expect to get away with a 'sorry' as a reply. His ears twitched at her whinny, expression shifting into a wily grin. "Lovely night. You've got a name, dollface?" he questioned, taking about two steps closer to the red pelted mare. She seemed younger than him, but looks always lied. Besides, it wasn't excatly the look of youthfulness but rather just innocence. He watched as her dark eyes strayed to the sky, his own endless ones searching the skies and ears perked to listen to her reply.
However, something distracted him. A deep throated snarl ripped through the silent night, cold excitment rushing through his veins. Black nostrils flared, his eyes searching the bushes around him, not noticing that his sudden hostile actions might scare the female before him. No fear ran through him, there was only the rush of sadistic glee entering each limb. He could no longer hear the enemy, but now he was becoming more aware of the scents around him. There was the scent of wolf, but it was faint. All he truthfully smelt was the scent of filth and dirt. 'Probably just from the mangy cur," he thought, giving a snort but it was followed by a wide smile. There was something in store for this rotten canine, to be certain. He glanced to the mare, at last wondering if his sudden actions would frighten her. |
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Post by Kiriko-san on Jul 24, 2006 15:49:46 GMT -5
He rounded about three times, growling and peering at the equines that had just begun companionship. His fur flickered over to a blue orbit, one that had been scared for messing with humans and their d**ned dogs. His teeth were bared, his throat giving a clear message of bllod lust. His movements were swift and silent, beign a practiced and deadly hunter. His wet nose stayed on their scents, just in case.
He smelled the scent of excitment, he needed to be cautious, for it was the big brute that had figured out of his presence.
Closer and closer he came, nearing at a slow pace, not wanting to be seen. Maybe the big brute would just oversee him, not really think of this wolf as a threat.
His muzzle drew close to the "doll faced" mare. He knew she still was at unawares, but his bodice told him to prepare for the worst... |
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Post by Azalea on Jul 24, 2006 16:45:06 GMT -5
|| I'll reply as soon as Dasina can make a post...
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Post by Kiriko-san on Jul 24, 2006 19:39:10 GMT -5
xXxI think you need to e-mail 'er. She did log in since Queeny said she was leaving. xXx
Question- Wanna help out the site more...say becoming a global mod or something like that?
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Post by Azalea on Jul 24, 2006 19:41:39 GMT -5
|| I would love to help out the site anyway I can.
Being a Global Moderator would be lovely, if you think I deserve it of course.
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Post by Kiriko-san on Jul 24, 2006 19:52:08 GMT -5
xXxThe it is Written! And yesh I do wish for the linesh to the other site. To see what makes it so succesful  xXx
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Post by ilovedwardnorton on Mar 14, 2007 21:18:13 GMT -5
( I don't know if I'm accepted or not, but I don't want to wait! But if I'm not I'll erase all of the things that I put in:D )
Shino raced and raced, heart pumping, muscules pulsing, and mane and tail flying. She saw the trees, and got so excited, she almost bucked, but she knew that the faster she got there, the faster she would eat!! AS she stepped gingerly on the grass, she spotted the three figures, and froze where she stood. She eyed the smallest figure, she had only seen these strange creatures from afar, in her adoptive herd, never seeing one this close, she panicked,bucking and whinying. When she stopped, she made her way to the other equines quickly. Her black pelt standing on end. " What's going on? " Asked the young filly.
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Post by wowposter on Sept 4, 2008 15:19:23 GMT -5
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