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Post by Unbridled Freedom on Feb 1, 2007 19:42:15 GMT -5
A crimson filly came galloping in.Her dark chocolate orbs were full of fear.Her daggers clattered against the hard stone.The filly only looked to be about three.The filly skitted to a halt.Her coat was lathered in sweat and her breathing was heavy.Her orbs darted around the terrace then she calmed.Pine trees stood tall around her and blew in the dry breeze.Good,no stallions around.she whispered with a sigh.She had come running from sparkle lake,she hadn't know it was sparkle lake untill a band of batchlors had told her.They had chased her,trying to claim her.She walked over to a small stream and got a long drink.
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Post by Unbridled Freedom on Feb 1, 2007 23:14:48 GMT -5
{bump}
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Post by RUSH on Feb 2, 2007 2:55:56 GMT -5
~.::.My demonic figure scare one, Freezing them in their own track, My ivories toxic with venom scare another, And that is a fact.
Lurking within their nightmares, scaring here and there, no they do not dare, to not fear me of my scare.
I do not have a lair, in the darkness, I creep everywere, I am non the light, or less.
Demon, for I am of evil and hate, My heart full of black coal, for I, you will meet your fate, I will devour your heart and soul.
Why did you fall for me, I am only who I am, How could you fall for me? I do not understand...
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Why 'ell Darling. Nice day 'eh? The smoke washed stallion asked with a deadly smirk enchancing his maw, he crackled lightly under his breath with a light chuckle. He approached her side unafraid and stretched his maw as he observed her smaller bodince, not bad for a young mare, he thought with a snort. He flickered his harks towards some chattering of birds nearby, ah the spring time was quite irritating to him, others it was lovley.
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Post by Unbridled Freedom on Feb 2, 2007 19:07:20 GMT -5
{it's alright.}
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Post by Unbridled Freedom on Mar 22, 2007 20:10:22 GMT -5
{sorry, I thought the thread died. My bad.}
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Post by Unbridled Freedom on Mar 22, 2007 22:13:34 GMT -5
OOC: No! I still want to RP here, I'm just leaving to go to a.. I ouldn't call him my friend... His mom is my mom's friend and I'm coming along with my mom so I'm going to his house. That did make any sense, did it?
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Post by Unbridled Freedom on Mar 28, 2007 22:15:58 GMT -5
OOC: Okay w/e, I'm going to reply but don't expect something wonderful... sorry.
Freedom wheeled around to face the giant brute. her optics were slightly ringed with white. She wasn't terrified of him but she had a bad feeling about him. She looked him over once or twice then decided to murder her fears of hellions and have a little fun. She took a deep breath to calm her shaking bodice. It was no use, she was still sacred of this mighty brute. He looked darq, he probably was from the look of it.
Freedom steadied herself then spoke. I guess... She said with a shrug. She acted calmly but felt all woozy inside. She looked up at the brute then gulped and looked right back down. He was handsome and she already admired him but still had a bad feeling about him.
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Post by RUSH on Apr 1, 2007 0:45:41 GMT -5
You shouldn't guess if its true. He remarked with a short, loud booming snort. He resided his gaze and lightly set it upon her, his odd eyes glistened against the reflection of the sun and it almost seemed like pain was in them, but if there was it wasn't likley he would admit anything of a kind. It was a lovley day today, great that the irritating snow had left, and good the warm sunshine and spring arrived in its old place. The grass was soft, and comfortable to step on while the streams were fresh and cool to drink as it rushed down many horses's parched throats. His head lightly c.ocked in what seemed a light prance in place, but his hooves never churned to do so and he only continued to brisk his vissionaries against her crimson color. To him, it was interesting..and in his own mind, he wouldn't speak it, it was truly beautiful to him and a rare lust he enjoyed. Perhaps it was the reason it reminded him of blood..
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Post by Unbridled Freedom on Apr 1, 2007 1:39:53 GMT -5
The vixen laughed lightly at his remark and nodded her dial. She tossed a stray, burgundy lock out of her dark chocolate optics. She had inherited her crimson pelt and dark chocolate optics from her dam. She had also inherited a bit of her dam's personality. What had she inherited from her sire? She had inherited some of his darkness but nothing else. She had not inherited his ebony hide. The only things that made her like her sire was her inside, but still, her dam overpowered her sire. Fire beat darkness for her. Her dam was not just a small flame though she was a blazing wildfire. She was nothing like her dam. Freedom thought then decided she didn't care.
Freedom focused her attention on the ebony bronc. He was taller then her, older as well. Most broncs were older then her though. She thought she had seen a hint of pain in his optics. Every equine had a story; every equine has a story that could make you cry; every equine has a story that could make you smile. Some equines chose to write there life as a romance novel, others a horror story. Maybe a few would write adventures and maybe some would write a sad tale. But most, most would write there life with a bit of everything.
The crimson vixen cleared her vocals and tried to speak like she wasn't afraid of the massive brute. He was strong and could break her easily if he wanted to. She, she needed training; but she knew how to run and was quite good at it. What's your tag? Freedom asked her voice sturdy. She wasn't going to run away from this brute, no way no how. She knew she could hang around, unless he hung around for more then a day when she would o into heat. She hated the spring, her favorite seasons were summer and fall. Even though she could still get in heat during the summer it was better then spring, it wasn't as wet.
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Post by RUSH on Apr 1, 2007 2:10:35 GMT -5
His glistened optics hinted something; something that wasn't to swell and good to be knowing in your mind..that something that arrived in your gut when fear was present of something else..he caused it to most. He stroke others with strikes of pain, and simply gave them nothing but ignorance if not to his own liking. He glanced away, obtaining his own optics to himself and locking wasn't the right moment to do it..yet. His plumes lightly brisked his sides, and he only stood in the dappled sun rays, of the aurora ones and basked in his own glory of bloodline. Dark. Care free to pronounce yours? He asked, carelessly with no emotion holding up his voice. Before he had once been more charming, he begun to change and his mood relfected his actions, most of the time. He wasn't as careful as before, and seemed careless of his actions, it wasn't that he was light..he simply didn't care much and his ignorance tilted heavier than his charming. He turned a hark toward the fae, awaiting a responce in her high pitched tone than his own.
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Post by Unbridled Freedom on Apr 1, 2007 2:55:22 GMT -5
Freedom. She answered quickly. She wasn't proud of her name and it didn't mean much to her. Her personality did not truly fit the role for her name but she didn't care. This had been the name her dam had given her and this would be the name she would have forever and for always.
Dark was a fitting name for the brute. It matched him although she knew little of him. The feeling in her gut told her he was a dark but she ignored that feeling now and just paid attention to Dark himself, not caring how the small voice in the back of her mind told her to run and get away, get away as far as she could. She would usually listen to this voice in the back of her head but she just didn't feel like it at the moment. It bored her and she felt like putting herself at risk. She had nothing to live for any way. It was best to make her life an adventure instead of a boring tale of galloping away from every brute she came across.
Parts of her bloodwashed hide shimmered in the rays of sunlight making them dance like flames. A small breeze blew tossing her whipcords about. Her whipcords were darker then her pelt. They were more of a dried blood color, maybe lighter then that. She glanced at Dark and took a small side step away from him, noticing how close he was to her. She disliked that; it made her feel uncomfortable. Besides she barley knew this bronc.
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Post by RUSH on Apr 1, 2007 3:40:40 GMT -5
Don't be alarmed, sweetie. A deep chuckle came out from his vocals, and he flickered one hark toward her once more. He glanced around, seeing no one else was nearby. Hopefully his cousin wasn't here..hopefully, he didn't want to deal with that pain again from before. He turned and flicked his plumes against his hips, and outstretched his neck towards the shadows and his body shook with tremendous force. His muscles rippled as they shone in the sun, and he simply walked away from the fae. He short stopped by a small creek in the shadows, simply lowered his dial downward as light beams hit his black parched pelt. He took a long, refreshing drink before flustering a hark toward the fae nearby that he had left. Don't ya want a drink? He asked in a bored tone, and glanced back toward the small creek that quietly rushed by, making a small hushing sound of a lulaby. Perhaps being on this new land was a good thing, away from his own land before. He had heard some stories, and perhaps feasting on the two leggeds once more would be pleasent to experience again...
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Post by Unbridled Freedom on Apr 1, 2007 16:57:35 GMT -5
Freedom sighed and walked over to the stream. She glared at her reflection in the water but did not lower her dial to drink. She didn't need a drink because she had just gotten a drink when she had arrived and her throat wasn't parched. I'll pass. She answered but still stood by the stream. She watched the water swirl and run over small rocks in it's path. She glanced over to Dark. Just as quickly as she had laid her optics upon him she pulled them away. A shiver ran up and down her spine. She shook it off and tried to focus on the stream. There was no real point to it though. What brings you here? Freedom asked, not fearing this hellion any more. He wasn't going to do anything to her. Was he? A far off battle cry suddenly echoed across the lands. It rung in her auds for a minute then vanished with the wind. Battle cries weren't rare around these parts but this one was different. She had heard it before, she just couldn't remember where. She lifted her dial and perked her auds hoping to hear the battle cry once more. There was silence except for the stream and a few birds. Freedom shook her dial then got a quick drink from the stream.
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Post by RUSH on Apr 1, 2007 23:08:06 GMT -5
His dark optics only stared down at the liquid, and a glare formed around his vissionaries as they became a cold, icy stare. He swore he felt eyes on him, and switched his transfixed gaze onto Freedom right after she looked away. He grunted lightly under his breath, and only turned again toward the stream once more, watching as it made its journey closer and closer toward the ocean...
I've been wondering the same question, but for you. I come to avoid my past history, and avoid what might become of me in the future. For the time being I plan on staying here...
to feast on the wicked two leggeds I hate. Yes, they shall have their fear back..the beasts are back. There nightmares shall come to life..they will live this hell again. He paused in his speech, leaving his thoughts to himself as he often had the pleasure to do...he was better off thataway. he raised his head slightly, and gave a short snort at the nearby neigh. Hmm.., he thought and returned back to speech, toward the fae he nodded lightly. The neighs here are different from were I come from. Much different.
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Post by Unbridled Freedom on Apr 3, 2007 22:51:41 GMT -5
Freedom nodded her dial. She had gotten her answer, now it was time for her to answer his question. She didn’t really know why she was here. She was just running away from what had scared her. She was always running away. She had run away from her family, she had run away from a colt who had liked her but she had been afraid so she had ran. She hated being afraid. She was so unlike her elder sister Wildfire. She was tough and even mean at times. She was different then her and her dam. Wildfire didn’t match her dam nor sire. She had a few traits from her dam but nothing more. She was slowly turning dark. Or maybe she was just concealing her feelings. Her visage was always expressionless. The few emotions that she did show were anger and hatred. It wasn’t healthy to keep emotions like that bottled up inside, it will only come back to bite you in the butt. Freedom sighed, planning what to tell him. She didn’t want to seem like a whip but that was what she was. How could she be like her sister or her dam? She never knew what her brother was like but she couldn’t be like him either, even if she knew what he was like.
I’ve been running away; running away from everything. Freedom admitted then hung her tiara low in shame. She wasn’t the tough kind, she wasn’t dark or light. She didn’t know what she was. She felt so confused. She needed some one to help her sort herself out. No one could save her from herself though. It was impossible; she was just going to have to do this on her own. She hated admitting it. She hated being alone but it would make her stronger.
She snorted, a bit annoyed by what Dark had said. ‘The neighs here are different from were I come from. Much different.’ Oh? Were the neighs back at his home all shrill and evil? Who really cared if his home was better? Freedom was beginning to get ahead of herself. She had assumed that had been what Dark had meant. Maybe he hadn’t but she was starting to lose her temper. She felt her blood run hot and her heart beat become quicker. Her cheeks began to burn, fury rising inside of her like a volcano about to erupt. The battle cry had been from far away; if he had been only a few feet away from the vixen who had screamed he wouldn’t judge.
So what are yours like? Hm? Shrill girly neighs? Freedom snarled and walked a few feet away from Dark feeling hatred pump through her body like the blood that flowed through her veins.
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