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Post by Unbridled Freedom on Apr 27, 2007 15:30:56 GMT -5
A lone hellion stood on a cliff that looked over the whole valley. The wind blew against his visage and whipped his locks out of his dark sapphire optics. His banner danced behind him like a royal flag in the wind. His pelt was darker than the deepest ebony and as smooth as silk. His visage was sort of dished like the one of an Arabian. His banner was held high like an Arabian’s as well. He had nimble pillars and haunches that could pack a powerful kick. He had many different bloods running through his veins he must have made up a whole new breed. The noir hellion turned around and walked into the pine forest. He had gotten what he wished to know. He headed for the heart of the dark forest where it was most sheltered. It was silent for a moment then there was a flash of light and only a few seconds after thunder roared. The bronc sneered flashing white ivories. As soon as the lightning and thunder struck once more it began to pour. The hellion was quite well protected from the rain since he was deep in the forest. Although a few drops came through the dense branches and needles of the pines and hit his hide. He shrugged and just stood there not knowing what else to do. He was so bored but didn’t feel like battling. He didn’t feel like racing either. And he definitely didn’t feel like finding some dark vixens to mess around with. He hated vixens. They flirted too much and none were his style. Many would try to win his heart but he would simply ignore them and walk away. He was five winters of age and hadn’t done much but been a loner and wander around. He had found out a lot though. He knew how to use black magic. He had learnt how to fight by being taught by some hellion called Zanphire. Zanphire had been old but tough. He had been taught by a great fighter and he knew it. The hellion thought back on all of his travels. He smirked a bit; he was glad on what he had done in the past years. Now a hellion like himself would collect a few vixens for his dark herd. The hellion shook his dial. He wasn’t going to do that, it was dumb. He didn’t need any vixens. The hellion began to walk through the forest once more. He was so bored and needed something to do. Maybe a finding some vixens was a good idea… He would try it out first then if they got on his nerves he would chase them off. He needed dark vixens; he wouldn’t settle for neutrals and would avoid the lights all together. Light femmes wouldn’t dare come near him though; if they did he would just have to chase them off nipping at them and such. The ebony hellion halted and reared up. He emitted a chilling cry and let it set into the air. He came back down to the ground and began to pace. It was the first time he was slightly interested in vixens so they should seize this chance and come to him. Although they must be dark enough for his taste or else he might just have to kill them.
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Apr 27, 2007 21:16:35 GMT -5
occ I will post I got the perfect dark mare for him.
A dark thoroughbred mare came at a dangerouse speed of a gallop.She had the darkest mane and tail,and coat.Her eyes shown fire.Her heart was as cold as ice.She then halted and then reared highly thrashing through the air.And then landed with a big boom.She then turned her dish to a white stallion who stoped the chase and then turned away and then galloped away.She saw the hellion.She then pinned her ears to her skull.And then went into a trot.
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Post by Unbridled Freedom on Apr 27, 2007 22:13:21 GMT -5
The noir hellion rolled his dark sapphire optics at the vixen and tried to ignore her. She didn’t seem like much to him. The darkest vixens weren’t just tough and cold hearted but had a certain air to them that made some hellions go crazy. He knew one personally who had gone crazy for a dark vixen. She had taunted him and given him a taste of what she could do. Her coat had been crimson and ebony. She had been perfect for him but had left him hanging when she was supposed to meet him. Abracadabra shook his dial at the thought of his ally’s foolishness. He had been so stupid to fall for her tricks. Abracadabra came back to reality and whipped around to face the femme. His optics looked right through her as if she wasn’t even there. He glared at her long and hard. He had no respect for her and she didn’t seem dark what so ever. “Yeah? What do you want?” He demanded in a low growl. He looked the femmora over once more then snorted. He turned away from the vixen and walked farther from her. He glanced back at her once and decided to turn around to face her. After all he was here to find some vixens. Dark vixens.
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Apr 27, 2007 23:12:17 GMT -5
She pinned her ears further down bared her teeth.'What are you doing here?1?"She said in an evil growl.She then reared threathingly.And then squeeled.She wasn't to come easy.She then tossed her mane to the other side.
(Will u join my site X-Men?.Cause I am looking for someone to play Eragon and Shapira.Please?)
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Post by Unbridled Freedom on Apr 28, 2007 14:37:06 GMT -5
OOC: I don't play characters from movies. It's really boring.
The hellion gave the vixen a blank stair. He muttered something under his breath and it wasn’t a complement or something sweet. He cursed under his breath and spat on the ground beside him. He returned his attention to the femme once more. “What do you think I’m here for? Hun?” The hellion demanded. “Plus it’s none of your business.” He snarled. This vixen was already getting on his nerves. He ignored her once more. If she wasn’t going to hit him then there was no point in rearing. She didn’t scare him in the least. He was a dark, darks don’t have fear in them. If they have fear they are lights. And sounds? What were sounds? Nothing. She could squeal and snarl but she wasn’t going to faze him. “Plus I wouldn’t be saying anything if I were you because I was the first one here, not you. So really I should be the one asking that question.” The hellion pointed out. He was running rings around her logically.
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Post by Freedom on Apr 29, 2007 17:41:12 GMT -5
I walked through the pitch black forest. I never new where I was going nor did I care the least bit. I could take anything that came my way, nothing scared me. For I was sone of the only dark mares that seemed to live....
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Noir walked through the forest slowly not making a sound. She heard nothing from where she was. Every sound was cut out by the thunder 'bove. She could hear it pouring out, but the thick forest helped stop it from hitting her. She was hiddenin the dark shadows. She could see the light flash before thunder would boom once more. She snorted slightly as she watched closer to the end of the forest. Rain started to fall through now, but she never flinched from the coldness of it. She was use to it from being a wonder her whole life. She took a deep breath taking in the smells around. She took in the smell of blood. Fighting grounds she said to herself with a slight sigh not caring much. Just then she thought she heard something, but what/
Noir saw something move little from where she was. Her auds flicked up to see if she heard anything, but nothing. Her auds laided back again out of habit. As she walked closer to the end she could hear the sounds of two other horses talking. One mare or stallion she thought to herself. As she peared through the shadows she saw what seemed to be a dark stallion and a light mare that thought she was dark. A mirk formed on her maw as she watched the mare make a fool of herself.Noir made her way out of the shadows. Rain poured down onto her as she glanced to the other vixen. A smirk was on her maw as she ignored the stallion all together.
Just a stupid light mare that can't do anything right
she came right out and said it not caring who heard
It's ones like you that make darks look like little light sissys
she hissed hashly not caring where the stallion was or what he was doing. She never even tried to glance to him. She could carelesss about him right now.
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Apr 30, 2007 17:11:04 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes and then turned around and then kicked at him and then the mare.She then whinnyed angerly.And then turn around and then look face to face with mare."You better wacth your back.Every time and every day.You ugly trash."I then trot away joined by four friesain stalloins.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Apr 30, 2007 17:32:22 GMT -5
.:.Fergalicious definition make them boys go loco.:.
Beautiful...
The sleek, tall mare waltzed unto the scene. The look of the two mares before the ashen champion. Her own checkered looks shone in the deep moonlight. Her long, slender pistons were picked up carefully and sweetly as she pranced forward. Her boa was arched, and her cranium dished, showing off her true Arabian resembalance.
...Or not
Okay, well maybe I am exaggerating...quite a bit.
The gangly, short fea tripped onto the cliff. The sight of the two lovers before Romeo made Return shiver with anger. She hated Juliets like these two. Then again, she did like the taller one's attitude. Noir...was that her name? The filly had seen her before. Her heavy, small feet were dragged along the dirt as she stumbled forward. Her right knee was swollen, from a previous fight she had lost. Return was strong in attitude, but couldn't fight well.
Or maybe looks don't matter...
Or could she? Maybe this was all a lie, and she could fight to the death. No one knew the answer, not even Return herself. It was like cuddling barbed wire, some horses remarked. Return had no friends, and had no interest in making any any time soon.
.:.Why'd you have to go make things complicated?.:.
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Post by Freedom on Apr 30, 2007 17:40:05 GMT -5
>>Flicka, could you add onto that post please? If not my post will be museless<<
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Post by ::Sam:: on Apr 30, 2007 17:45:42 GMT -5
freedom, just check my post
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Post by Freedom on Apr 30, 2007 18:04:57 GMT -5
This mare was nothing to me. She was useless, no point to even live on the Earth. Yes, she thought she was dark and bad, but no, she was not, she was weak and pointless.
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Noir rolled her odark orbs and smirk. She never even bothered to move from the kick. The kick hit her right in the chest. But did it hurt? No. Not at all, it was a weak one. Her auds were pinned just out of habit of it. The rain seemed to let off a bit, but still it fell down. Her pelt was soaked, she was soaked. Did it look like she cared? Not at all.
Your telling me?
She rolled her orbs again. 'Ugly Trash', wow, that really hurt her. She had been caled a bunch of things way worst than that. She was too busy watching te mare go take protection by the stallions she almost forgot about the brute close by. She sorted slightly before taking a glance at him. Yes, he looked strong, but was he a true dark, or was he just like the little light mares like this one? She never bothered to even ask his name or even ask why he was here. Anyone would know if they were smart. So instead she looked away clearly not caring about him right now.
She was watching a short fae by a cliff. Why was she here? She saw her swollen knee. Why was it like that? It was probaly from something she did. Noir was guess a bsttle, or something along the lines of that. Though Noir never really cared at the moment. All she really wanted to do was just leave right now and move on through her life. But she decided to tick around just to watch what would happen to the short fae, maybe even see what the brute was like. She newver had anything better to do but go on and wonder around the land. It had been her life for five years; her whole life. She never said anything to the fae, there was nothing to say.
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Post by Unbridled Freedom on Apr 30, 2007 18:17:48 GMT -5
OOC: I liked that post you did Duke, It was cool. Jeez I need to get going on a reply.
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Post by Freedom on Apr 30, 2007 18:30:20 GMT -5
>>Oh, haha, oops, misread it. *blonde moment* I'll fix it<<
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Post by Unbridled Freedom on Apr 30, 2007 19:27:35 GMT -5
Abracadabra raised a brow and shook his dial. He watched the two vixens bicker. He saw the back daggers of the thoroughbred femme coming at him. Oh no, I better move in a few hours. The hellion muttered under his breath sarcastically. He took one step back and the femme’s daggers only nicked his nose. He simply rolled his optics. He wasn’t even bleeding from it. He yawned once and slowly looked around. He had no interest left for the two vixens. He saw another femme approach. He sneered slightly, man he was popular today. He hoped more vixens would come. He wondered if they would all fight, that would be much more entertaining than watching the light femme battle the dark one. Or at least the light femme who thought she was dark battling the dark femme.
He listened to the insults they tossed at each other. Hmm, ‘ugly trash’, how hurtful. More sarcasm from the black hellion. He didn’t look like he was enjoying himself, in fact it looked like he was about to leave. He stopped when he saw the four Friesians.
Abracadabra raised his brow once more. Need protection from some other vixens? Need to call your hideous asses for aid? What a poor excuse for a dark vixen! He called to the femme, taunting her and her stupid ‘mob’. He didn’t care if she had one hundred other horse behind her. He would just out run them all and slip away into the shadows. If she needed a group of hellions around her at all times she was a pitiful excuse for a dark. Even her threats were terrible. Who uses watch your back as a threat any more? Certainly no darks he knew. Sure some would say watch your back but they added something too it that sounded so terrible like ‘I will slaughter each of your foals and steal your vixens’. That was only if it was another hellion though. A hellion verses another hellion.
Abracadabra snorted and focused on the new vixen. He was uncertain on her appearance. Sure he could see her in plain view but as many said; some things aren’t always what they seem. He could see beauty hidden underneath it all in that vixen. Hold on! Why was he thinking like that?! He was no light! Then again darks had to love too. But not him! He didn’t love, he was the heartbreaker, not the lover. she’s only a worthless vixen that will slow me down. he snarled under his breath.
Feeling sort of crowded he slipped farther into the shadows. He felt better once half of him was hidden in the ebony air about him. The rain continued to pour down and the only time his ebony shelter disappeared was when the lightning would enter the heavens and spread an eerie light through the lands. After the lightning would flash thunder would crash. Abracadabra snorted and waited for the vixens to stop.
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Post by ::Sam:: on May 1, 2007 19:48:55 GMT -5
.:.I can show you the world...shining, shimmering, splendid!.:.
Her soft, velvety nose was raised into the misty air. She was not seeking anything, but merely looking around. She spotted four freisans, and a "dark" mare. Ugly Trash? Return felt a soft snort of laughter escape her vocals.
.:.Last night the road I traed....:.vel
As she crept toward the "battle" she felt herself looking over the appearance of the horse Noir. She liked what she saw. Tough exterior and battlefront inside. A wicked smile played across her facade. Her sapphire eyes hid her true emotions. Return's own rocky exterior was caked with dried dirt, but if you looked close enough you could see the scars and pain she had endured. Not once she complained.
.:. I remember, I remember when I lost my mind...for you make me crazy!.:.
Finally turning her visionaries away from the 'Noir' horse, she settled on Abracadabra. His sleek pelt glimmered in the moonlight. She watched him easily dodge the skillful attack. The tips of his ears were almost touching his neck at one point. But seriously, how could she even compare to the other two mares here? She was an odd patched mare with wall eyes. They were sleek thoroughbreds.
.:.ABC is as easy as 123.:.
Return finally approached. She was no coward. Her long, spindly legs collected under her slim bodice and she picked up a soft trot. She skimmed the area and finally picked a place between the Freisan stallions and whisked her tail. She whipped one of them in the nose and snorted at their ignorance. She pranced out of the way before they could do as much as blink. A small nick on her neck was bleeding, but not much. She would be alright.
.:.Here's the thing: We started up friends. It was cool but it was all pretend.:.
Return danced her way between Noir and Abbracabra. she looked the mare up and down and was pleased. She would do fine as an alliance. An ally. Someone to trust. She wouldn't go far enough to say 'friend', but she would be someone to rely on. She whipped her tail against her haunches, cracking away a fly. 'Sup? She was completly sure of herself, but at the same time considerate. She didn't care how the others took her. There was always another one...
.:.Sometimes we fall...ain't nothing to me...don't get me wrong.:.
Tossing her slim head in the air she turned her gaze back to the freisan stallions and the thoroughbred mare. An odd combo. A fight eh? Didn't take me long to figure out who's winning. Return remarked with a slight grin. She liked the buzz of frustration in the air and enjoyed every minute of the suspense.
.:.Dream on....:.
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