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Post by Unbridled Freedom on Apr 27, 2007 13:56:40 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah. Hey could we maybe continue the plot? Sorry to nag and stuff...
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Post by Myth :] on Apr 28, 2007 18:34:32 GMT -5
OOC- Could you posteh?
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Post by Unbridled Freedom on Apr 29, 2007 0:46:51 GMT -5
OOC: I did... But here it is again:
The vixen raised a brow. What an odd name for him indeed. He was right about the part that his coat didn’t match his name; she wondered what his temperament was like then. Dark? Fiery? She was a bit of a mix of those two personalities. She would always fight; she was a bit of the bad girl and liked to defy the law. She hated it; she only wanted to be free and nothing more. She hated listening to the stupid lead vixens who were bossy and paranoid, always thinking she was going to steal their precious hellion. Sin snorted at the thought of it and pushed it out of her head. She was only going to get herself fired up for no reason thinking back on those moments where these vixens with their over inflated egos would march up to her and tell her to step off their land. One, it wasn’t their land, two she didn’t care. She would stay on that land until the lead stag chased her off.
The darkening skies looked like they were staying for a while. Sin didn’t mind, she loved stormy weather. It made her feel so alive and wild. She adored the feeling right before a storm; a dry storm of course or a wet one. Both were fun. For a dry storm there was a certain smell in the air. It would burn her nostrils and make her spine tingle. The winds would chill her if it was a cool storm or if it was a dry storm on a hot summer day it would be slightly cool but still warm enough to be content. There would be electricity in the air that seemed to zap you and charge your heart and giving you a dose of adrenalin strait into your veins. Then, there would be a strike of lightning and only a few seconds after the booming sound of thunder would roar. If it was close it would be almost defining, if it was far away it would sound like a herd of a thousand horses stomping one of their hooves in unison. She loved the dry storms the most; once they began she would gallop, gallop as fast as she could, tossing her mane and bucking like a bronco at a rodeo.
For the wet storms there would be the same smell in the air as a dry storm. It would still burn your nostrils but not as much, it would be slightly duller. As the first drops begin to fall and reach the ground it would generate another smell. It was a wonderful smell. It felt like when you’d breathe in you were jumping into a cool stream. Then the rain would pour and soak your skin. Lightning would strike and thunder would roar. It was Sin’s favorite weather, she loved storms.
I can see that. She said and took a few steps forward to get a better look at the bronc. She flicked her burgundy banner back and forth a few times then tossed her locks. She reared up slightly and let a small nicker emerge from her vocals.
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Post by Myth :] on Apr 29, 2007 8:20:32 GMT -5
OOC- My friend's horse had her foal the night I was there, didn't see it but man! It's the cutest thing, to see a 1 day old foal and touch it without the mama going loco on you ^.^
His optics glance upwards, the clouds had nothing to hide from the world. As they would always occur this time of year, rarely, but sure enough he had seen this darkened funnel, it seemed like a finger dipping from the sky. He was lured in, like it sang some song to make him hypmotized... all he remember is the dark funnel roared like a thousand lightning hitting the ground. He knew, he ran for his dear life.. not knowing at all what his wind had been gazing at.. the deadly beauty of this funnel took a deep toll on his mind and spirit.
He knew as well, the risks of being on another's land. But he didn't care at all, he would invade other lands for the heck of outrunning even the most challegning of brutes. The pure wind in his plumage and mane is what he loved the most.. feeling as if his daggers were simply lifted from the soil and into the air like a swallow bird. Life in those fancy stables was the kind of living those snobs lived in, he had met one as a 3 month old colt, he still recalled those elegant horses, some seemed of Mustang blood, they had shaggy look and seemed to have been cooped up for days now, something Midnight Terror would scream in defiance if he had to endure the same treatment. His ears fluttered backwards as he saw the mustangs being ridden, those shiny objects rested on their heads, the human was controliing them!
Whatever, day dreaming didn't let many horses keep their freedom, and humans never forgave you once you screwed it all up. His eyes looked over at the vixen, his ears forward as he was listening to her lyrics. Yes. He was name this, because like his sire when he grew to become a stallion.. his temper and fiery nature would on grow with time. The humans would go threw the worst trying to take him into their confines. He stood, after loads of thinking and old times being thrown ahead of him. He pranced backwards, letting his maw slightly nicker..
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Post by Unbridled Freedom on May 5, 2007 21:07:02 GMT -5
Sin felt the electricity in the air. It shot through her and gave her an extra dose of adrenalin. It seemed like Sin had been shot, she had stopped breathing then gasped for air. Her nostrils burned as did her throat. Her chest heaved up and down. She blinked and kept her optics shut. It was a dry storm. This was going to cause wildfires and the human’s horses to spook. She imagined these images in her mind and opened her optics once more with a wicked grin spread across her visage. She glanced over to the bronc, barley hearing his lyrics. He only said one word and he was only agreeing to what she had said. It was no big deal. She tossed her dial and pawed at the dusty earth. She felt so bored and with this new adrenalin rushing through her she needed to get it out before she went insane. She needed to do something. She needed to gallop as fast as she could; she needed to out run some tow leggeds; she needed to do something!
Going through another mood swing Sin looked over the bronc and felt her heart race. She wanted something but couldn’t put her dagger on it. She had never felt this way before. No, no, I can’t become like my sister. Sin screamed in her mind. She knew what she was after, she wanted the bronc. Like that was going to happen and like she was going to let herself try and get him. Sin remembered her sister. She would walk down a path and all the dark hellions would come from their woods and shadows to get a better look at her. They would try to hurt her or charm her but her sister would always get away from them with her quick wits or smooth talk. All the other hellions would gaze longingly after her. Sin would snap at them and snarl. She would kick them in the head; anything to make them stop looking at her sister. She hated how her sister always got all the attention. She could get any hellion in the world but refused to. All of them would look at her in awe while she was left following her around like a body guard. Although she never needed her help. Temptation was her title. Hey, there was no little sister here, and she was finally alone with a bronc. She needn’t worry about her sister taking him away.
Sin sighed happily then let out a bloodthirsty cry. She felt her original feeling of the adrenaline rushing through her. It was mixed with her old feeling of hate and anger and now sprinkled in there was this new feeling. Sin reared up onto her haunches and before she knew it she was coming back down and walking toward Midnight. She wanted to dig in her daggers but then again she didn’t. She wanted to scream, she felt like she was going insane. Before she could stop herself she had opened her maw and let the lyrics leave her maw.
Wanna race? Or do something?
OOC: Sorry I didn’t notice the question you asked a while ago. We can bring in the humans… Now?
And that's totally AWSOME!!
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Post by Myth :] on May 5, 2007 23:55:47 GMT -5
OOC- Can you bring someone first and I'll bring one of mine as well
The pinto hued bronc felt the dancing winds turn into pushing ones, as they howled and sucked back in he felt the humidity of the atmosphere begin to build up.. and it had an affect on everything around him, including him. Race? Of Course He said accepting the femora's challenge.. he felt the blood race thorugh his veins, he knew in his crania he was no tamed racing equine, but his daggers made up for wings upon his back. The land had the smell to it, he could not define nor could he deny the odd feeling he was filled with as he entered it.
His mind flowed to the days of his younger moons, when he was a yearling and the memories he had gathered. The sky had not been hurt by the storms, and the pristine moment was stabbed by the moment he never saw his dam once more, some creatures without foul pistons like he had taken her away. He had been plauged by nightmares and dreams of darkness of the beasts coming for him.. tying him down if only they could slipe the rope over his crania and grap his crane and keep their grip as Midnight jerked more savagely, then the captured shark. He kicked out with his back pistons as he tossed his crania, his nares taking in a smell... he had never known.
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Post by Myth :] on May 14, 2007 21:37:14 GMT -5
BUMP..
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Post by Unbridled Freedom on May 14, 2007 21:57:21 GMT -5
OOC: Okay
Well come on then! Let’s go! Sin screamed with pure joy then bolted forward, a streak of red across the dry, golden and brown earth. She bucked and kept galloping. She didn’t care if the bronc didn’t follow her in this race, she was racing her way and if he cared to join her he may. Not many equines wanted to race her because they said it was unfair. She just started and they had no chance to catch up to her. She wouldn’t even look back to see if they were following her. She just kept galloping, her daggers pounding against the earth, stirring up the dust from the ground that had been stepped upon by thousands of equines. She let her back daggers fly once more then concentrated on the race that she was running. Come on! She cried and continued on, her banner lashing at the air behind her and her locks licking at her boa.
Adrenalin pumped through her and it seemed as if she had gone deft to the world around her because she just didn’t care. She knew she was galloping strait to where the humans lived and she knew where she was but didn’t care. She was even to focused on the race to notice a pair of eyes watching her from a near by hill.
Finally the wind changed directions and the smell of the creature was blown her way. The smell was odd but she knew it a little too well. There was also another equine. It was a human mounted upon his equine slave. Now Sin skidded to a halt, dirt flying every where. She pinned her auds flat against her skull and wheeled around to see the human upon his mount. She reared upon her haunches a grin spread across her mug. She lunged from her rear straight into a full on gallop. She was heading straight for the two legged. She bucked out trying to spook his mount. It did not work but she didn’t care. She was still heading for the human and his mount.
The human took a rope from his saddle and urged his mount on to chase Sin. The equine eagerly charged at Sin. Sin rolled her optics and at the last second swerved in the opposite direction and headed back. She was just leading the human and his horse around, playing a little game with them.
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Post by Myth :] on May 15, 2007 7:53:19 GMT -5
He lunged forwards as he felt the wind flow in his painted banner. His pistons streched forward as he saw Sin was ahead, but he was not of racing blood. It didn't mean his mustang blood could not race, could not run. His endurance and speed, spirit and spunk was all he needed to continue this race. His pools flashed with a wild tone, as he knew his freedom was the rare kind, never in the world of the tamed ones would his master allow him to run, to gallop as he did now. He was nearly a few feet from Sin, before his nares caught the scent of the human, the equine he sat one was much different then the one that had gone for Sin. He was a stag, a older one then Midnight. His pools where fixed and his eyes flew with rage. His mug was smirked, and the human spat as he rememberd what they could do.
He felt his body fly upwards as he reared upon his hind pistons, his bark wasn't worse than his bite, his bite was far, far worse. He thrashed his front pillars like a violent tornado, one that had just been spawned from the supercell abouve he.
He knew not to waste his energy in one amount of time, He jumped to the side as he gave a violent whinny.. one of a colt that been released from the Bronco pen..
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Post by Unbridled Freedom on May 15, 2007 19:11:40 GMT -5
Sin just laughed. She knew she was in danger of being caught but she didn’t care. She enjoyed this as if she knew she couldn’t get caught and even if she did no one would want her. She knew how to hurt the soft, mushy humans. She knew her ivories could pierce their flesh and her daggers could break their bones. None would want to touch her as soon as they found out how she really was. They would probably just release her back into the wild since she was not worth keeping. Sin reassured herself in her mind with these thoughts. A smug grin was on her visage as she easily out ran the quarter horse who galloped behind her. Sure she could run fast but at some point she would ware out. The only thing the human and his equine had to do was out last her, not out run her.
She tossed her dial and swerved to the right, cutting the human off. She ran far ahead of the human and went in a zigzag pattern. The human just ignored that and kept chasing her in a strait line. Sin flicked her tail getting a bit agitated that this human would not stop. She wheeled around on her haunches and charged right at the human, she wanted to throw him and his horse off. She kept charging at the horse, not planning to stop. The horse reared up seeing that Sin would not stop. It bolted to the side then stopped because its master had told it to and had calmed it down. Sin clenched her jaw and turned once more, she kicked up some dirt as she galloped off.
Half a mile away Sin halted and looked back to see that the human and his equine were coming toward her once more. Will they ever give up? Sin snarled under her breath. She kicked out and bolted toward Midnight. She hoped she could confuse this human by having two horses. Maybe he would want Midnight because of his coat. She hoped he would stop chasing her and go after Midnight. Guilt entered her at that thought, she couldn’t do that to Midnight, and she wouldn’t. Yet, she made no move to stop and turn or find another direction to get the human off her tail.
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Post by Myth :] on May 15, 2007 20:45:31 GMT -5
They never give up, never the painted colt muttered, the human sitting upon his stallion, painted Palomino gave a frustrated grunt as he fixed his orb on the painted mustang. Ha! A Mustang! Oh.. How Charles is gonna love that, the man always looked fer a Mustang! He seemed like a Texan, his attitude, stubborness and surely his accent. He didn't automatically reached for his rope, but looked over to his fellow cowboy.You get that one! I've got me self one right over here! Midnight tossed his upwards, downwards side to side like the human's word had shot him in the mug, his ivories bleeding and his pain growing worse. Midnight snorted to Sin, as he reared upon his back pistons, the cowboy treated his threat as a bluff, he wouldn't, couldn't do anything severe to his mount, nor him.
Like the bullet from the Cowboy's gun Midnight dashed in the same direction Sin did, maybe her instinct lead her somewhere safe, he knew he wouldn't allow himself to let her get caught,but the two of them would put the cowboys threw hell... if they had dared to touch the pelts of the two of them. He often wished his coat had been painted diferent, maybe not the rare, if not very rare color he had. His pools were filled with aggression, what colt wouldn't bear the look of aggression?
The palomino brute bucked as his rider kicked him forward, the rope sturdy on the saddle horn. Midnight pondered if that saddle was strong.. if that rope could hold. What kind of bit could hold the wild? Could it tame, calm, and keep him down? NO! His mug smirked as he turned in a tight circle his hoofs carving dust into the optics, and harks of the older stag.. he manged to kick a few times, he didn't mind to look to see if he had landed any.
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Post by Myth :] on Jun 12, 2007 18:30:26 GMT -5
LOL Bump?
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