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Post by shadow on Apr 15, 2007 16:58:51 GMT -5
Hoofbeats upon the earth, Thunder in the land, A storm brews to the north, To the south...oppurtunity...
Come one. Come two. Come three. I counted under my breath. The steam releasing and whoosing out of me, into the air. Disapearing before my eyes and never reviving. I relived the moment. Sucking in another deep gasp, the cold rushing into my lungs and freezing my veins. And out. I relaxed my chest muscles and the carbon dioxide slip away from my grasp. Let the trees take it in. Then I would. And the the trees. And so forth into eternity. This endless cycle of breath that sustained any living creature. More are killed because they are deprived of air, than any other death. It was ruthless. This killing. This slaughter. This murder. But it has to be done. Survival of the fittest, No?
And this is why he came, This hellion from the deep, To preserve his honor, To dent their pride.
Come one. Come two. Come three. Just keep counting. Focus. Through the millenia my kind, my breed, my tribe, my clan had survived. But the recent activity of the humans has been pushing them, prodding them out of our home. A few retaliated, they fought back, they killed. I was one of them. Is this who I am? A cold blooded killer? No. There had to be more. I had to find myself. I had it once, but I lost it long ago. And so I search for it again.
What hell hath been wrought upon such a creature, As to lose his identity, As to lose his home, As to lose his life.
Come one. Come two. Come three. A single step out of the darkness. This is not the life I choose to lead. I will not be what is expected of me. I will be more. I will forge my own path. I will start my own revolution, one of sanity. I would not rampage in the darkness. I will not dream alone. I will change.
Such bold intentions for one creature, Can it be possible, For one creature to change the world, For one creature to take on the world.
Come one. Come two. Come three. A calling. A challenge. I shall rebuild my life here. In this land. But first, one more kill. To the current leader. And then I will change. I swear it upon the Gods I will change. Three days to answer. Three days to fight. Leader, you have three days to live!
Rage.
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Apr 15, 2007 18:37:12 GMT -5
Occ that is alot.I won't be able to compare to that.
A white vixen three beated into the terra.She was a black flaxen mane,and tail.Her had a beautifull arab built body.Her white auds picked.She had a grey muzzle,and beautifull black eyes.Some say she was created by angels.The beautifull vixen.Then slowed into a trot letting out a soft whinny unkowing that a hellion was here and claiming the land.She then halted near a clos stream where she lowwered her cranium and then started to drink the cool water.She raised her dish looking around the wonderfull terra.She then lowwered her dish again to drink the cool water that ran through the terra.
After a few mintues of drinking and resting she was back into a trot.She halted and then pricked her ears.She lowwered her muzzle smelling of a horse.Not just of anyone horse,a stallion looking for a land to claim and call his own.Where his herd will live,and the foals he shall produce.She then went into a canter eager to meet this stallion.She then halted seeing a silver hellion with light dabbles on his coat.She then let out a small whinny toward him.
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Post by shadow on Apr 15, 2007 18:38:39 GMT -5
(Un momento por favor)
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Apr 15, 2007 18:40:28 GMT -5
(s'ee I don't speek that good of Spanish)
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Post by shadow on Apr 15, 2007 18:43:07 GMT -5
(*laughs* Three years of High School spanish takes it's toll, anyway, I shall start on the reply now)
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Apr 15, 2007 18:44:01 GMT -5
(lol)
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Post by shadow on Apr 15, 2007 18:57:05 GMT -5
Another comes by silent form, What shall this one do, Does he run into the shadows Or shall he turn back time
Creaking bones and creaking hearts. Another does come by my path. Her scent hangs strongly in the air, perhaps she is the leader's pregnant dog, come to chase me away. But I will not go without a fight, just one more I swear. Oh Artemis, I swore to you, give me strength, give me courage, give me the willpower for one last fight. To the death my friend, I shall not run away this time. Steady I shall stand.
Is his mind set so easily, Giving in to craving, Murder is like Potato Chips, You cannot stop at just one.
Creaking bones and creaking hearts. A creakiong sound rings through the air. The air that flowed through my lungs and gave me life to live another moment. Just one more moment. The sound, it fills my ears and something inside ticks. Ever-so-softly. Muzzle quivering, auds a'flickering. What will she do? My nares drink in her scent and they lay about her story, she is not this lead. She have not that air of dominance, or in my case, annoyance.
Will he not give her a chance, Stallion, don't you know what is good for you, Leave behind your petty dreams, You are just another darn horse.
Creaking bones and creaking hearts. I let out my own. An echo of sorts. A barely audible whisper. But in this silent land, it carries far. Farther than the expanse that time allows. Traveling. It gives away my secret location, reveals the shadows that are me. Then again, I was not too hidden in the first place. And still, it leaves me exposed to the cold hard truth. This is a mare, and I am a Stallion.
Maiden, in truth he means you no harm, Honestly, he does not know any better, Forgive him, Give him a chance.
Creaking bones and creaking hearts. What shall I say? For I should speak first, but what to say? To ask for a name is rather sudden is it not. Of Gods help me, I have never done this before. Back in the old herd, we all knew each other so well, why have I been thrust here into solitude. Young life, what brings you here, in this Night escapade?
Reality.
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Apr 16, 2007 17:38:37 GMT -5
The white arab vixen looked toward the hellion.He had a tone of no darkness or light but of a confused tone.I do a soft whicker towards the brute"I be wandering the plains."I replied.I flick my ears toward the stallion.I take his scent into my nares.
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Post by shadow on Apr 16, 2007 18:32:45 GMT -5
Patience, patience little mare, Do you not see how green he be, New at this game of love and hate, He does not even know how to read the cards.
Crunching Leaves. Crunching Time. A single answer that answered little of what I wanted to know. But then again, my single question was answered. Perhaps I should have asked for more. But you see, I am busy. I am challenging. I am preparing. But do you see, I want to know more. Who are you? Where are you from? What star-crossed fates brush out hides? And when I fight, who will witness it? Who will spin the tale of legends? Let them say I walked this land, this brave, new land. Let them say.
Will he not speak, Is he dumb and mute, Nay, for we heard his voice earlier, Speak, my lord, Sing.
Crunching Leaves. Crunching Time. What shall I say to this now? Shall I answer my question as well? Or I can let this awkward silence brood and grow, I can nurse until it overpowers us both. But no. This is a lady who has taken her time to come down from the high crest and meet with me. This is a lady who stands before me, not growing any younger as she waits. Why can’t I speak now, my tongue grows heavy, my lips will not part, my throat strings won’t sound. Why can’t I speak now, words wait in my mouth, waiting to sing forth their melody.
Don’t give up so easily, Every moment is just another lesson in life, If not for these inconvenient mistakes, There would be no treasuring of good times.
Crunching Leaves. Crunching Time. I will tell her my name, so dubbed by my mother when I first entered from her womb. It will be the name that rings out for millennia, for already in my homeland it is etched in stone. Not so much a prophecy as a way of being, a fluke, and an irony of life. M’lady, my calling is Century.
Sensation
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Apr 16, 2007 18:39:27 GMT -5
The vixen dipped her dish in a small bow toward the stallion."I be kown as Lady Winter.You may call me Winter if you wish Century."I saw softly toward the stallion.I stay where I stand I don't want to get this stallion angry.
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Post by shadow on Apr 20, 2007 21:09:08 GMT -5
The time is up, This land is his, Oh, but what is he to do with it, He hardly knows a thing about running herds...
But I wanted a fight. I wanted to taste the blood again. The rustic tang wanted to ebb slowly down my throat. It wanted to coat my stomach and taint my food. Why did the lead not show up? Surely I was not big enough to scare him. Surely my voice was not deep enough as to deceive him. For I am an equine. Born of mixed blood, I knew that I was nothing remarkable. I was not exceptionally husky, though I was taller than average. Nothing to gawk at. But then again, this land is mine.
Finally he comes to his point, He seems to ramble quite a bit, Repeating himself over and over, I wish he would be more literal.
But I wanted a fight. I prayed to my patron that I would fight. That being said, I still had one left. But I must save it, I must treasure it. For I was bred to fight, and to say that I had one left, well then, I believe that mose would understand. Well, perhaps not. Perhaps the pacifists have no idea what I am thinking. Perhaps I have no idea what I am thinking. All of this nonsense is making my head pound slightly. darn.
Tsk Tsk, must we curse so, I suppose in your cold, barren North it is ok, Strange, how turned around this land is, Where it snows in the South and is Tropical in the North.
But I wanted a fight. Ah, the lady. had I nearly forgotten about her, I suppose I had. No, no, no, this cannot be happening. I must keep my head. I must. Well then Winter, that I shall do. Tell me maiden, whose land did this previously belong to, and where is the rest of the herd?
Serenity.
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Apr 20, 2007 21:52:46 GMT -5
I did a soft whciker toward the stallion."I haven't have a home,or herd."She said softly to the stallion.
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Post by shadow on Apr 20, 2007 23:03:29 GMT -5
Come once more through this dungeon of his deep despair, Traverse the path that he had laid out before him, The course be winded and steep, but you shall persevere, If you dare take his offer and dance.
There’s not a sound in the air. Is all dead? There are not hoofprints in the ground, nor hoofbeats in the air. Where is everybody? Surely the wind does not whistle for nobody. Surely the grass does not sway alone. And I know that the stars do not send dreams to the beetles. There must be equines here somewhere. And I shall find them. And I shall lead them. And I shall show how to live in wide open spaces. I shall show how to survive an attack. I shall show them how to defend their homeland. And we will endure.
Does he not know how to start his phrases, Must everything begin with And, We really need to teach him his grammar, It is driving me insane.
There’s not a sound in the air. I need something to break the silence. Something to keep me from losing my own mind. Something. Anything. Bring me the cicadas, the deer and the owls. Bring me the music of the night. I see. My feet scuffed at the dirt below them for a moment, Perhaps then, you would like to join my herd?
Risk
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Apr 20, 2007 23:09:06 GMT -5
I shake my white arab dish and then do a soft whinny toward the brute."I would be honored to join your herd."She said softly and then approched him and then arched her neck and then put her muzzle by his to take in his scent.
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Post by shadow on Apr 20, 2007 23:17:39 GMT -5
Did she really, Was it too sudden, Its not so much that they are young… Just inexperienced.
It seems as if the world sucked in a deep breath at that moment. For a moment I felt something deep inside my chest, a fluttering of sorts. A bird taking flight in my gut. It circled my innards for a moment and its wings beat against the walls of my stomach. But then, it landed and folded its wings into it sides. My bird tucked its feathers in and was silent. Brooding. And yet, he waited for another moment to leap into the air.
Should we explain to him, Or let him find out on his own, I suppose the latter, But I must say, this is love.
It seems as if the world sucked in a deep breath at that moment. I extended my neck out in her direction, her light touch to mine almost set the bird up again, but I calmed myself and went on. Taking in another deep breath, I took a single step forward, drawing up my tall body and letting myself take my stance. As lead. Lowering my head slightly, I brought it up under her chin and slowly took it out again. My lips trailed against her neck and settled on her delicate ear, moving over the fine appendage over and over again.
Grace.
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