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Post by ::Sam:: on Jul 16, 2009 21:00:12 GMT -5
They say...it's the calm before the storm that sets everyone in their place. Some like to think that there will always be a warning before an explosion...however...in reality...sometimes things don't go as everyone wants. A dark shadow springs across the white sand. The dark animal is a moving target. However, he is the hunter, not the huntee. The gorgeous stallion moves with such confidence, that all move out of his way as he passes them. He keeps up his quick, rapid, almost stressful trot. Just behind him canters a paint mare. Her ears prick forward at every sight, sound, or smell that enters her. Her strides are smaller, more relaxed. She looks younger, happier with life. Suddenly, as if synchronized by their thoughts, they take a sharp left and break into a much faster pace. Their galloping hooves are dangerously close, but somehow never hit each other. Instead, they move at the same pace, the bigger stallion shortens his stride for his mare. He plunges forward, and within an instant, they have disappeared into the woods surrounding the sandy beaches. The stallion comes to a stop and nips his one mare, Enchanted, sharply on the shoulder. She snorts and comes to a stop alongside him. She lowers her head below his and nickers his name softly. Magoo. He shakes his long forelock into his coal black eyes and then neighs softly and is off at a canter once more. He clears a small log in his way and keeps his peripheral vision on his mare, while at the same time three-beats back into the open beach. He holds his head high, and looks around, wondering where a good place to start settling would be....
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Post by Myth :] on Jul 16, 2009 21:46:40 GMT -5
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Post by ::Sam:: on Jul 16, 2009 22:00:01 GMT -5
[= i'm exciteD  |
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Post by Myth :] on Jul 16, 2009 23:00:27 GMT -5
Game over.
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• There was something enchanting about this day that attracted this exhausted mare. It was spooky, how not a soul made a sound and how the world seemed to stop at a screeching halt. The silence was only broken by an occasional clip clop of hooves brushing against the earth with ease. Paradox was waiting, waiting for someone or something to break this silence. It never seemed to end, her constant search for her sanity and reason always put more strain on her than her weak mind could handle. If there was something she couldn't handle, it was the constant reminding that she was not all there in the head. She had a broken spirit, only concealed by smirks and sarcastic sneers. All she had left, was a certain sense of viciousness that lingered within every fiber of her being.
• Although she did not know the pedigree of her parents, she most resembled a Thoroughbred crossbred. Her coal black pelt, stretched over her carcass. Those wings, the ones that seemed so broken were made from the feather of the raven. Paradox, could only fly so long before weakness settled into her. She felt chained, to her past and the wicked deeds that brought her to the ground once again. She drowned in her imperfections, reminded of her damage pysche. It seemed her luck had no sign of subtle improvement, as her broken eyes rested on two others.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Jul 16, 2009 23:07:50 GMT -5
Just as the horse entered the area, Magoo's nostrils flared wildly and he caught her scent. Instead of approaching, he nipped Enchanted rump fiercely and herded her back into the woods. He'd just see who really was smarter. The skilled stalker placed each hoof down with precision and careful analyzing. He snaked his head low to the ground and corrected Enchanter's every misstep with a strong correction. She lowered her head to his and sniffed his muzzle. He snorted ever so softly and lightly, letting her know it was OK to venture on. As they neared the other horse, Magoo stopped. He did a beautiful full pass to the right, stepping away from her, and simultaneously turned on his forehand three steps to the left. He sidestepped away from the opening in the woods. His small ears pricked forward, straining to hear beyond the waves crashing. He lipped the air, wondering who this foreigner was. Enchanted on the other hand, was pricking her ears forward, ready to leap out of this thicket and make friends. However, she was loyal to her stallion. Magoo shook his head viciously, sending dust and sand flying everywhere. His golden black forelock covered his coal eyes, hiding any traces of love. He stepped out into the open and remained silent as he stared the horse in the eye.
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Post by Myth :] on Jul 18, 2009 23:09:01 GMT -5
How much blood would you shed to stay alive?
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• There was no sound to be heard, only that of her heart slowly beating like a drum in slow motion. Her body felt the pounding of her pulse, Paradox knew this monster would bring her no good. She felt almost like the hunted, uncertain but still admiring that which she feels will cause her harm and bloodshed. Her wings felt the steady breeze play with her feathers, almost as if to tickle her and put her to ease. However, her guard was built deep inside her mind and refused to fall without fighting her phobias. How who was other, female equine? She did not want to chance her luck by speaking, her lips were numb with caution.
• Her memories, flashing back to her like a flood raided her every breath. How much blood would you shed to stay alive? The question that was once asked so many long years ago, before she learned how to lift off from the earth and float about the clouds. It is fuzzy, the memory skips like a broken record. One thing is clear, she can read the disgruntled expression of another yet larger animal. It is not a horse, by a raven circling her fallen body. She remembers now, being beaten and left for dead as she got a taste of her own weak blood. And this question, still haunts to this day. How much is she willing to lose in order to remain alive? She feels the earth close in on her. Paradox pulls herself back to the moment.
• The midnight black mare wishes to speak, her tongue moves and her lips remain closed. Oh, how the pain of feeling nothing has ached her body. Who are you? Her words, traced with fear leave her mouth slowly.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Jul 19, 2009 12:12:43 GMT -5
The mare sensed distraught in the air, and almost walked forward to comfort the other creature, but Magoo corrected her sharply. They call me Blue Magoo, but my friends refer to me just as Magoo. This is my harem. Quite small, consisiting of simply this mare, Enchanted. Pleasure. He stated, and dipped his head to the mares. He smelled the fear in the air, and wondered why she was so skittish. Magoo dipped his soft muzzle to the sand and blew softly, sending small bits flying everywhere. He looked at the mare, wondering if she would be a good addition to his herd. Enchanted trotted out of the way of Magoo's sharp teeth and deliberately disobeyed him as she walked towards the mare and stuck out her muzzle tentatively. Enchanted. She said sweetly, as if her own words were a lyric that flowed evenly out of her mouth, without hesititation. As if she was listening to the song so many times, that she barely needed to think about what she was saying. Her ears pricked forward and her soft brown eyes looked hopefully at the new horse. Magoo was furious, of course. He pinned his ears at her and charged towards his mare. He stepped in between the two mares, and herded Enchanted behind him. He shook his forelock in front of his eyes and spoke once more, We are looking for a place to call our own. Care to join our search?
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Post by Myth :] on Jul 19, 2009 23:45:22 GMT -5
Oh yes, there will be blood.
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• She wanted to crumble, to escape her situation. Paradox closed her eyes and tried her best to hide her fear, but the stallion's expression proved she was failing. Paradox. She quickly muttered, while trying to keep herself from falling over. Paradox had to deeply consider his offer, and all the risks involved with placing trust in a stranger. Well, now the two had just met and at least knew their names.
• Paradox feels her heart pound deep in her chest, her blood ran cold in her veins. The night was stalking her, closing in even faster now that she felt pressure being applied to her mind. What was she to do, stay in the hands of danger or retreat to safety? She pondered his offer for many long moments, before she managed to spit out a pathetic response.
• Fine, I will come with you. She responded.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Jul 21, 2009 9:29:35 GMT -5
Magoo thought over the name. It wasn't something stupid like Sunflower Godess. She had a good, strong, somewhat mysterious name. He liked it at once. He still sensed the fear in the air, and this made him react in a bit of an angry mannor. He tossed his head and pawed out with both of his forelegs. Why so fearful, mare? Are you afraid of us?He asked, moving a few steps closer to her, closing in the distance. Enchanted tugged at Magoo's mane. She snorted angrily at him and cut him off. ENOUGH of the teasing, you brute. She said forcefully. Finally, Magoo dropped the act and turned his back to the mares. He began to canter away, leaving the two mares alone. Enchanted turned her neck back towards the other mare standing stock still. Nothing to be afraid of. Magoo is all bark no bite. Well. Sometimes. Usually. Okay, that's a lie. But he does have a soft side. You just have to look really hard. Come on. We should probably go. Enchanted gracefully took off after her stallion and barely looked back.
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Post by Myth :] on Jul 22, 2009 15:37:28 GMT -5
Live or die, make your choice.
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• He jumped closer, closing the gap of distance and breaking the barrier between them. She felt herself jolt backwards, her wings flapping like a bird in the clutches of a fox who only wished to toy with her and let her go. Paradox tried to her best to settle down, her eyes wondered off to the other mare who slowly soothed her with her words of little comfort. She would go with them, where they went she would only have to follow. Paradox still had her freedom, that had not been taken from her just yet. This world had placed chains on her body, strapping her to the ground.
• She let out a settled neigh, her midnight black coat fading into the darkness as the sun sank below the horizon. Fine, I suppose my mind has been made for me, I must follow you.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Jul 27, 2009 0:06:56 GMT -5
Magoo silently, steadily cantered just slightly in front of the two mares. But was he leading? Or simply faster? In fact, Enchanted was guiding the three of them. The sweet, easygoing paint mare's ears pricked orward and her soft eyes liquidized at the sight of the warm spring just up ahead. She nosed Magoo's flank, letting him know their sudden change of direction. Surprisingly enough, he abided by her ruling and turned. The two horses came to a stop and Magoo trotted away from the two mares, across to the other side of the river and lowered his nose to sip at the cool water. It soothed his burning throat and he breathed a short sigh. Enchanted silently admired the mare who stood next to her. Her wings seemed to be her coverup, something to hide behind. She itched to know her true story, but knew Silence was offense's best trick. |
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Post by Myth :] on Jul 28, 2009 23:50:25 GMT -5
Congratulations. You are still alive. Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you. Not anymore.
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• Paradox felt Enchanted look at her, with a piercing look that died to learn more. She stared as Madoo took a drink of the rushing water, she felt something pulling her towards the water but she faught the urge to move closer towards it. Paradox was slightly weary of Enchanted, she wasn't know what to think of this mare just yet. She knew she would cause no harm to her, but the risks of coming along with them seemed to add up in her head. She shoved the thoughts ouf of her head, keeping herself in the moment as it happened.
• Her black feathered wings were held tight to her body, there was no need to led them trail on the ground and gather dust and get muddy.
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