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Re: Board Names « Result #1 on Jan 29, 2009, 7:53pm »
Hi. Thanks for stopping over to discuss this. xD
Well TH has been remade and killed and remade many times, and I was wandering around the other day and noticed the board names and... yeah. xD I guess I got a little pissed off. I made it in like january of '06, and i realized the other day that the calendar date i have up for the two-year anniversary should have been for the third. xD Heh heh...
Anyway, your friend is right, TH is currently pretty dead. xD I've been debating whether or not to remake it again or just leave it alone, but who knows, maybe I'll come up with an amazing plot idea and try to get TH up and running again.
Thanks you very much for being so nice about this whole thing. I really wasn't looking to start a fight at all when I posted in MA's cbox. Your site is really active. xD I've never had a site with more than 35 or so members before, so yeah. I've made something between 10 and 15 rpgs since I made TH, but TH was my first one and the only two board names that I have from when it was first made were Zukura Brook and Green Mtn.
Green Mountain is an actual mountain in the Tetons that I went to a couple of times for camp. We rode horses up there and that's where I got the idea to make TH. xD
ANYWAY... I'm ranting, lawl. So anyway, thanks a lot, Lynx. I wish MA a long and active life. ^,,^
Board Names « Result #2 on Jan 29, 2009, 12:50pm »
Hi there, it's Lynx'; the admin from Midnight Acres and i was quite suprised when i got online early this morning...Now lets get this all sorted out.
To be honest, i hadn't the fainted idea that this site exsisted! I do however, have a slight knowing of where this has all come from..An old RPing friend of mine helped me set up MA (alongside me and my co-admin) and as part of her role, I asked her to get idea's for Terra names. I have spoken to her early this afternoon, and she has gravely apologised for all of this, she takes all resonsibility for the misunderstanding. I think she 'stole' names from this site because she saw it as un-active; therefore she thought it 'wouldn't of mattered' I have, however put her straight.
Because there is proof your site was created first, i shall change the names of the shared lands on MA; again, sorry for the misunderstanding.
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Re: Revival of a Lost Queen « Result #3 on Jan 23, 2009, 12:11am »
The earth was warm and life was peaceful and dream-like. Mirica had felt as if she was asleep for so long and now she felt on top of the world, like nothing could ruin her happiness or separate her from this euphoric sense of awakening and life.
Spoken words stung the grey mare's ears and she laid them protectively against her poll and waited for her thoughts to catch up with her. That was a stallion's voice. She wasn't alone here. Was that a good thing? A bird made a muffled cawing sound off in the forest ahead of her across the pond, and the mare turned
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Re: Revival of a Lost Queen « Result #4 on Jan 22, 2009, 6:42pm »
Muscles bunched and rippled as the stallion launched his mass over a log that lay in the path before him. The black horse landed it with a low grunt and cantered a few more strides away from it before slowing to a walk. The feathers on the bottom of his cannons were caked with dust and dirt, stray strands of pine needles and other assortments of things you would find on the forest floor. They danced and swayed with every step the beast made, each dinner-plate sized hoof leaving a crater in the sod. The sod was soft beneath him, bending easily to his weight and yet not trying to give way. The stallion walked easily, not hurried. there was no one here, so there was no reason to hurry.
Ranjit lifted his massive cranium and breathed in deeply, nadars flaring outward to draw in as much of the clean mountain air as the hessian's lungs could hold. The stallion lowered his skull again, his forelock dancing over crimson gems in his eye sockets. The beast's movements became a touch faster as he continued up the side of the small mountain. His gaze wondered, not really paying much attention to the path; his eyes traced the woods to either side of him, wondering what hidden wonders lay beneath the shade of the evergreens. Of course, when the stallion nearly tripped over a small stone embedded in the path, his gaze returned to the terra-firma in front of him and he continued on his way, relieved none had been there to see that little accident.
The stallion came to a large flat area on the side of the mountain. He turned off the path and into a small clearing. Not too long ago, he had heard the soft whinny of a mare not far from him and he wanted to find her. Not to hurt her, but maybe just to talk. Ranjit was lonely, having been wandering around this land for a good few years now; he had lost track of time and no longer felt the passing of the seasons, nor did he acknowledge the days that drifted by, the endless succession of moments, hours, days, weeks...years. Time was just an illusion to the hessian; he lived life as he wished here in the place of eternal peace. And yet, the fact that he had not laid eyes on another being in so many seasons haunted him and drove him to find the source of the neigh.
And there she was; small, petite; her pelt a deep dappled grey in hue. She stood much shorter than himself; he judged her to be around fifteen, maybe fifteen two hands high. Three hands shorter than the eighteen hand high beast of a horse that was slowly moving through the shadows towards her. Red voids gleamed as he watched, a wraith being who cloaked himself in darkness. He observed her silently as she inclined her long neck to the small pond that she stood by; watched as she drank her fill and lifted her slim muzzle back up. Diamonds of water fell from her kissers back to the pond, causing more ripples to float across the sky blue surface.
The words that left her muzzle sent a thrill through the aged hessian. So this was her home, as well as his. The steed tilted his head to the side, not yet ready to walk out of the shadow of the tree he was beneath, but interested in speaking with this mare nonetheless. She intrigued him, for some odd reason; from her behaviour, she was clearly a Light hearted being, so unlike his black soul. He doubted that, even if they tried a polite conversation, that soon if would come to words. Lights and darks were not meant to speak to one another, and yet, Ranjit felt an unnatural pull toward the dappled fae before him. Kissers parted slowly, vocals shivered suddenly, and two careful words emitted. 'Greetings, fae.'
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Revival of a Lost Queen « Result #5 on Jan 21, 2009, 10:46pm »
The mare's dark eyes wandered and her legs locked still. She saw the horizon she remembered from her dreams, and she traced her gaze over the peak of Green Mountain and down again into the forests that cushioned it's base. A strange sensation of pride and belonging welled up inside her. She heard the birds and felt the cool summer winds brush her pelt and tangle through her mane, and she knew she was home. Finally home. It felt like a lifetime since she had last stood at this spot, staring up at the majestic peak of the old mountain. It's as if the land was speaking to her in it's own private language. Mirica, welcome home.
The air felt refreshing and the mountain seemed to smile in the warm sunlight. The mare was overcome with the joy of returning home, though home wasn't too lively with other equines. The little grey mare that she always had been rose up from her past and into the sky, and she felt beautiful and respected though there was no one around. Stone-like hooves rose two tunnels of dust into the calm mountain wind as the mare replied to the land's greeting by rearing up and reaching her muzzle to the sky. A soft whinny escaped her delicate muzzle and she let her front end descend to the earth once more with a thud.
Kicking up her hooves like a yearling as she went, the mare trotted along next to the little stream that flowed steadily toward the mountain, joy overcoming loneliness, and pride overcoming the sense of defeat that had hung in her mind for so long. The mountain was hers again. The land was hers again. She was alive once more, as if she had been asleep for years. The mare's eyes sparkled with giddiness and her soul flourished in her homeland. Her silky forelock dangled on the bridge of her face, and the mare flicked it off to one side skillfully before picking up her pace. She tossed up bits of grass and pebbles and she made sure the world knew she was home.
Mirica slowed as she approached a large rock near a pond she remembered visiting with her former lover, Chain. She approached it carefully, almost afraid to touch the damp sand on the pond's banks with her hooves. The mare peered in at the reflection of herself on the water, and she saw the clouds in the sky behind her. Everything was colorful and everything was at peace. Maybe this place needed to be left alone for a while. She lowered her head and placed her muzzle on the clear waters. They were stained the deep blue of the summer sky, and the mare closed her eyes and drank her fill, pretending she was drinking in the sky and the wind and the clouds. The water was cold, and it felt good.
When the grey creature opened her eyes and rose her head, she looked across the pond and over to the rock and back into the water again, turning her head slightly to each direction as if to greet each of them personally. I'm Mirica. I remember you, Rock. I remember you, Pond. I remember you, Trees. Five simple words fluttered up from the deep recesses of the mare's heart, and the voice no one had heard in so long was heard by the birds and the trees and the clouds and the mountain.
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he's not dreaming now of going nowhere;. « Result #6 on Feb 4, 2008, 5:18pm »
The cup is not half empty as pessimists say As far as he sees, nothing's left in the cup A whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge Since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up
The sun's slow setting cast a blood red glow over the pond, staining waters darkened by mud and fith a cruel dark, dank red. It was slightly amusing to the stallion who stood a short distance away watching without a flicker of emotion on his slim, slightly ugly facade. The seven year old stallion arched his neck slightly, keeping his eyes lowered so as the red-orange light from the orb would not blind him. He watched as the pond shivered suddenly, something breaking its calm waters.
Eek, we lost electricity, so I m going to finish this later.
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Oohh, look, a pretty update! « Result #7 on Jan 30, 2008, 7:28pm »
Yeah, so that was a little gay xDD
We're probably going to have an activity check sometime in the upcoming week xD Just thought I'd tell you that. Its not set, I need to talk to Befera about it, but it most likely will be sometime this upcoming week.
Re: Aimless Wandering « Result #8 on Jan 30, 2008, 7:08pm »
she started slightly when the stallion addressed her and jumped to turn and retreat. She raced for about fifty feet, but stopped. He was not being hostile. This confused the small mare. She slowly turned her head to face the directions her ears had been pointing, toward the male. She stared, her eyes on him. her blue eye standing out from the other brown orb. Her nose was flared and her ears twisted in confusion and curiosity. She stared for a good time trying to decide whether she was more scared or thirsty. She could see some follage near the water as well. She snorted quietly. How do I get myself into these predicaments? she thought. She struggled inside of herself. She took a few steps forward, but stopped. She hated this!!! Her stomach crawled with emptiness. She may have been young and scared, but she knew her frail body needed nurishment. She slowly walked toward the aqua, but she made a circle staying at least 300 feet away. She never let her eyes wander from him. as she reached the aqua she eyed him. she took a deep breath trying to calm her thumping heart. Then lowered her head slowly to the aqua. The taste of it took her to another world. A world when she was a filly and was with her mother. her orbs closed for a moment. She raised her tiara and shook the drops of water off of her head and neck. Her long forlock dropped in her eyes and she shook it away to find some greenery. She let out a shiver. The weather was turning.
a stab in the dark but wounded our will; « Result #9 on Jan 27, 2008, 5:12pm »
NAME; kekaru NICKNAME; kek, karu GENDER; male BREED; mixed HEIGHT; fifteen point one AGE; ten EYES; violet PELT; dun APPEARANCE; kekaru is a light dun, almost white in the summer. a black dorsal stripe extends from his mane and ends at the base of his tail. his mane and tail are black. white strands can be found randomly in his mane, giving it a grizzled appearance. his muzzle is a dark chocolate brown that fades into the light tawny color of his body. he looks very feral, and his eyes are wild. ALLIANCE; rogue PERSONALITY; he's a little full of himself since he thinks he is one of the only rogue survivor. years of isolation made him a little delusion, so he often hallucinates and talks to himself. SAMPLE; a wave of disappointment washed over elliot as he realized that he infact had not fallen into the middle of some outrageous scene but had fallen into a mere patient's room. he straightened his posture, drooping his shoulders slightly to exaggerate his disappointment. his grin faded into a frown, and he realized he probably looked rather confused.
"what the hell?" he asked to himself, or actually he asked slayer, completely bewildered. he scratched the top of his head, looking around at the room. he noticed the guitars, but they didn't really interest him. he didn't like music, and he only sang to himself when there was absolutely nothing else to do. and he was in complete denial with how well he could sing; which probably made him dislike music. he thought he was a horrific singer, and listening to other people sing made him upset.
elliot saw the blade in the girl's hand, and her obvious hostile stance. but he didn't care, he was highly trained in werewolf martial arts. yeah. anyway, if he were to be attacked and he couldn't defend himself, slayer would probably come leaping in through the door and kick this chick's butt. and elliot would probably fall even further for slayer.
and then he realized that this was another person. someone that he had to isolate himself from. he squared his shoulders and wiped his facial features clean, with a blank expression. he pulled the hem of his plain black tee down, then plunged his hands into his pockets.
vampire. only elliot heard the voice, the soft bell like volume of a female coming from right next to him. but there was no one there, just empty space. so slayer decided to show herself after all. or talk to elliot. or whatever.
"what, no? crazy! she's too pretty," elliot said, his brow furrowing together. he glanced at the girl, noting that she was pretty dang pale. but still. she was too pretty; slayer had said most females are not that pleasing to the eyes.
vampire, i say. again, coming from right next to him for only him to here. but again, no one was there.
"you know what? i don't want to hear what you say so be quiet! you're making me look stupid!" he half shouted, looking no where in particular. then he realized that there was still someone in the room, and he gave a nervous little laugh, washing away is lightly frustrated look. "um.. yeah. i can explain. i think?" his voice ruined his blank expression obviously revealing that he was embarrassed and that he really couldn't explain what had just happened.
the bastard strangle of this hateful world is a captive bolt gun we're disposable
Re: Aimless Wandering « Result #10 on Jan 27, 2008, 4:56pm »
Hecate, having caught the movement of the fem, turned his head towards her. "I can see you, you know. You don't have to hide anymore." He huffed. Just when he thought he was alone...Oh well. He kicked halfheartedly at the white powder that may on the ground. It wasn't too thick; about a half foot of it was present. but he could sense in his relatively young bones that a snowstorm was coming their way. A chilly breeze blew, but the horse took no account to it; his warm winder coat having already grown in and keeping him plenty warm. He moved towards the almost frozen falls, dipping his head down to the barely trickling water to quench his burning thirst. He raised his head and tossed it lightly, flipping his forelock so that it rested dead center in the star on his forehead. He looked back at the female, almost hoping that she had stayed and not run away like a frightened rabbit. He grudgingly accepted the fact that he needed to socialize more; he'd been without much company for a while, and as much as he liked to be alone, he knew it was best for him to try to make friends.
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Re: Worthless Monologues « Result #11 on Jan 27, 2008, 3:00pm »
The vixen held her auds back against her skull, scanning slowly about the area with her dreary optics. The environment felt tense and the air wreaked with the familiar smell of equine. The mare's skin seemed to grow cold as she tried to determine the possibility of a rogue invasion. The usual pure scent and icyness of the air had been lost and this hadn't happened for a long, long time. The fem looked up at the clear azure sky for a moment, admiring it's unreachable beauty, trying to get her mind off the rogues for at least a second or two, when a raven passed over her, casting a grey, mysterious, and awfully beautiful shadow over the area that quickly passed without a trace.
Not long after the unusual raven had passed over the forest, the ivory mare heard a sound nearby and surprisingly got a little less worried about who exactly she was dealing with. If this was a rogue, it wouldn't use tactics like this, she thought. She turned to her right, criss-crossing her front legs over one another, to see a strange looking brute, walking quite cautiously and timidly among the whiteness of the season. The raven she had seen earlier was perched neatly on his back, like it was hitching a ride on a slow-moving train, moving aimlessly though nothing.
The mare looked the brute over, noticing immediately that he was a newcomer to the area. She took a closer look, extending her neck forward somewhat, and calmly noticed that the brute had no eyes. His sockets were dark but innocent-looking and would alarm most other creatures, but this mare had seen many horrors in her short time in this world, and seeing a brute with no eyes wasn't all that big of a deal. She seemed quite relieved, actually. This meant that there was no possible way this brute meant any harm. He couldn't do much without eyes.
The fem's auds eased themselves forward and he mare took a few steps towards the eyeless bronc, her dainty-looking flints sinking a little into the ivory snow with each stride. She stood for a short moment and eyed the brute's movements before deciding to speak. She spoke softly, and tried not to startle the brute. Her eyes seemed to soften from their usual look and almost took on an innocent appearance. 'What brings you here, brute?' She addressed the brute as he was, a brute. She had no desire to know his name as of yet, so she a question she felt she wanted to know first: Why the hell this eyeless bronc dared to interrupt her ritual-like search for the rogue scum.
Over time, she mare had begun to see this forest as her own, and if this brute had eyes, she'd rip them out for trespassing on her territory, regardless if he knew he was or not. She tried to calm her frustration as she continued to look the brute over, examining if he had any scars or wounds, if he was healthy or ill, and other things of the sort.
ooc: i'm leaving it at 500-some words. BLEHHHH. x,,X
Name- Nuvolosa (Nuv-a-low-za) *Nickname- losa Gender- mare Breed- Oldenburgh Height [hh]- 17.1 Age- 6 Eyes- deep brown Pelt- dappled grey *Appearance Details- She is physically strong and it shows. Her mane and tail are a dark grey. Alliance- loner Personality- She is not overly rude, but blunt. She is down to earth, which is why she does so well on her own when others would starve. She has never nad a companion because of her stature. She towers over those she has ever met, She tried herd life, but the incapabilities of the lead annoyed her. She had too much of a heart to say this, so she secretely left. Although she may not be "as fast as the wind" she is as strong as they come and does not fear a lot. She is conserved, calm and thinks things through, but if another threatens her or one who is helpless she will fight like thunder. *History- She grew up always being taller than everyone but her sire. Her parents fought to save the herd. When the only way was to sacrifice themselves...they did so. The stallion that came into command was intelligent, but his chosen lead was incapable. After some frustrating months she left. She wandered hoping to find one as tall as her, but it has not happened. She gave this up finding none that would match her....she will remain a loner unless she were to meet a stallion that could match her.
Re: Aimless Wandering « Result #13 on Jan 18, 2008, 7:58pm »
The piebald fem wondered on past the brooke. She was lost in thought. Thoughts that swirrled around her like a storm. She now was refreshed with the drink of aqua though it seemed to freeze her throat. She realized the sound of rushing water grew stronger and she knew she was near a waterfall. In the spring she might enjoy it more. She was always a loner, but somewhere inside her she felt alone. Alone and cold and hungry. She kicked lightly at the snow hoping to uncover some veg to eat. Unfortunately she only uncovered rocks and dirt. She continued on taking in the breeze, as she walked into it, contemplating her future when she stopped-dead in her tracks. Her ears shot forward alertly and her stance stance was ready to react and her orbs concentrated on one thing as her body shook in fear. A Black bod of a stallion was with in 500 feet of her. She froze on the hill hoping her small painted body would blend with the rock and snow around her. She knew she was nearly invisible unless specifically looked for. She hoped he wouldn't catch her scent and would move away, but the wind change directions...It blew towards the stallion.
Appearance Details- Gwendolyn is quite the looker. Her long, muscled legs combined with her petite frame makes her a swift runner. has white socks on all of her legs, and a white star on her forehead. Her mane and tail are a light blond. Alliance- Herd
Personality- Gwendolyn has a fiery, outgoing personality. She is stubborn and willful, and is always getting into mischief. She is a bit obnoxious, and sometimes a bit rude, but she has an honest heart and can be sweet and caring.
History- Gwennie was born in a forest not unlike the Herdlands. She lived with her mother until the age of three, when she left of her own accord. She came to TH shortly after The Epidemic, and she has eked out a living here ever since.
Sample Post- Already done. ^o^
Erk... <_< The history bugs me. Eh, maybe I'll add to it later when I have more muse.
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Re: Another Quick Update « Result #15 on Jan 15, 2008, 7:41pm »
Okay, like Befera said on the welcome table, I dont want to see a bunch of open threads on boards with no one replying. Please refrain from making any more threads. Reply to some that dont have anyone in them.
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Yethor « Result #17 on Jan 15, 2008, 5:45pm »
Name- Yethor *Nickname- Thor Gender- Male Breed- Unknown Height [hh]- 16.3 hh Age- 7 Eyes- Emerald green Pelt- Liver chestnut *Appearance Details- Three cruel scars run from his shoulder to his right flank. His right ear is missed the tip; his mane is torn and shredded. His tail is short and bobbed, with some scraggly long pieces. His legs are also scarred. Alliance- Rogue Personality- Thor is a bastard. He does not respect anyone but the leader. He believes that he should be deputy not the insane horse. He is spiteful to mares and resentful to stallions. *History- Thor was born in TH as a rogue after the war. He left as soon as he was weaned, leaving well before the disease struck. His scars come from constant fighting. He returned to the land to find the lands empty save a few wandering horses. He went to the herdlands and tried, without sucess, to find a leader. He is living there now. Sample Post-
Bleh, I wrote all of that at school and then came home and typed it. I accept myself.
If anyone beides an admin can figure out what his name Yethor is unscrambled, I will give you gmod status xDD It has to do with science.
Aimless Wandering « Result #18 on Jan 14, 2008, 8:50pm »
A light blanket of snow lay atop the mossy rocks of the falls. The water was frozen, and the only sounds were of the wind whistling through the snow-covered branches of the trees surrounding the falls. A horse, ebony in color, stood in the early morning cold, his breath turning to steam in the bitterly cold air. His coat stood out like a sore thumb against the pure white snow, save for his hind legs.
Hecate heaved a sigh. He was new to these grounds; he'd been wandering aimlessly for as long as he could remember. He turned slowly, and set off down the now-frozen waterfalls. He stepped lightly through the white powder, his hooves kicking up a spray of fresh snow. His auds perked, and he looked across the river. A rabbit, its coat still splotched with the browns of its summer coat, had emerged from the brush. It glanced around nervously, and noticed the horse. It quickly retreated back into the brush, and likewise Hecate continued on his journey down the rapids.
The ebony male stopped after a while. He scanned the territory around him, but it was as unfamiliar as ever. The brute shook his head, hoping to clear his thoughts, but it was to no avail. Finally he decided to stay here and wait. After all, it was pretty peaceful...
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Re: Worthless Monologues « Result #19 on Jan 14, 2008, 7:05pm »
A silky ear twitched atop the young stallion's head, flicking slowly back and forth; his head did not move, only his ears. His light bay body, hair thicker now that is was winter, stood motionless between two trees, staying very still and trying hard not to make a sound as he tried to discern where he was. He knew he was somewhere in the Herdlands, in a forest, but he did not know exactly where. He moved his head carefully, bumping his muzzle against a tree to show himself that there was something to his left. He repeated this movement to the right, and then took a step forward.
The blind stallion snorted. He didnt like being here on his own, without his helper to guide him. That was one good reason why he had not moved from this spot since his helper had left. Or, rather, flown the coop. He took another cautious step forward, keeping his head low just in case there were vines in front of him. He could smell some ahead, though he couldnt tell how far ahead, much to his disappointment. He twisted his head from side to side, shaking his forelock into his empty sockets. He didnt like that instantly and flung them out, wincing in pain as they stung.
He pawed the ground angerily, wishing his helper would hurry up and return; the blind stallion didnt like being on his own, especially in a land he knew next to nothing about. Afterlife snorted, then flinched when he realized just how loud that sound was. His helper always told him to be as quiet as he could; it was never good to draw attention to yourself, especially when you are a blind stallion with no battle training. Had something come along that intended to hurt him, Nevermore, his helper, was the one to get it away. Without the raven at his side, Afterlife was next to helpless.
Suddenly, the sound of wings flapping drew his attention away from worrying about making a noise. He felt a weight land on his back. 'Brat? Is that you? Are you back?' He asked excitedly, tossing his head back and forth as he felt bird-feet move on him. Of course it was the raven; who else would it be? Mind, it might actually be another bird, coming to see why the light bay stallion hadnt moved from this exact spot for several minutes now. He'd had animals, including, once, a large snake, come and look at him before. He hoped it was indeed his raven friend, for he wanted to go and see the source of a smell he was scenting.
Yes, you insolent little stallion, its me. Now hold still! The raven pecked the stallion on the withers, not hard enough to hurt him, but it was enough to convince the three-year-old to stay still until his friend situated himself the way he liked. Okay, now, whats got you so excited? The sharp-mouthed bird asked, looking at the back of the stallion's head. He watched as Afterlife twisted his head, scenting the air carefully. Nevermore had seen a mare not far from here and he knew Afterlife wanted to go and see this fae. Oh, the mare I saw, yes? Fine, go forward three strides and take a left.
The stallion followed his instructions, moving softly through the undergrowth of the forest. He knew, from stories told to him by Nevermore, that this forest had played a huge part in the old war. He liked the fact that he was walking in paths that had been treaded over for a long time by horses' hooves, Rogue and Herd equines alike. He continued walking, following Nevermore's directions when given. He was used to this, being told where to go, how to move, when the move, by the black raven. They had been together for awhile now, a few months and had worked well together.
Suddenly, he stopped, lifting his head. He could sense they had come upon another being, the mare he had scented. Now, he stepped forward, wondering how far ahead she was, and if he could talk to her. Or even if she would noticed him. In a way, he hoped so and not at the same time. He knew nothing about this mare, only that she was light grey, which was told to him by the raven. So yea, he was a little nervouse talking to her. So what did he do? He snorted softly, then stood still, waiting without another sound, until she noticed him, if she noticed him at all.
((Hahah, 770 words. ''The Misadventures of Afterlife and Nevermore.'' xDD))
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Worthless Monologues « Result #20 on Jan 13, 2008, 5:49pm »
This forest...
Soft breathing and the familiar crunching sound of the new-fallen snow could be heard. The usual fog and the 'gloomy' feeling of the forest that hung about had diminished with the season. The tall trees were bare and sprinkled white on their broad, arm-like branches. This terrain was literally untouched by life for most of the winter so far this year. There would be the occasional woodland animal that would quickly make their way through the forest, weaving ever-so-gracefully through the trees and brush, and then would disappear into the nothingness that lie beyond.
Well-carved flints placed themselves upon the ground, sinking down into the few inches of snow that lie on the forest floor. Slender legs moved in rhythm to the breathing of the female. Her figure was of picturesque elegance. Her ivory coat blending with the scene; her untainted whipcord lightly skimming the snow. The adult mare's eyes took on an intense feel, scanning the area, looking from side to side. A fiery determination hung about her physique as she flung each limb out gracefully over the snow.
The fem's ivory forelock was tossed to one side as the mare came to a halt near the center of the forest. The familiar tall trees stood about her, waving a morning salute in the cool winter breeze. In that same breeze came a scent that the mare did not recognize. It was musky and odorous and it seemed to burn and seethe in her nares. Another horse, perhaps? That would be highly unlikely, seeing as there had been no one but the grey fem roaming about this territory since before The Epidemic.
As the scent grew stronger, the femme pinned her cotton-like auds to her poll and lowered her cranial closer to the loam to attempt to escape the fierce odor. If someone had actually come to these lands, they must not know of it's past. The Epidemic and the constant death and suffering that has reigned in this land for years.
Without warning, a thought drove it's way out of the deepest voids of the fem's mind and made itself into words. These words came as a whisper that seemed to walk across the snow and leap into the oncoming wind, carrying a sinister hissing with them. The femme's maw barely opened and the thought emerged, flinging itself into the world. Now, of all times. Just when I've gotten some peace and quiet.
This female was one that tended to never speak in complete sentences. She also tended to talk to herself very often. Either to herself, or to the trees. It was a usual ritual for her, to come to the forest and gaze about. There was no particular reason for this, except for the thoughts of hatred toward the Rogues that kept her coming back to the closest Herdland to the Rogue territory.
Why? Possibly to check and see if any Rogues were still alive and wanted to attack or something of that sort. Even she didn't know for sure. It had been a long while since any attack had been made or any battles held. Would it ever happen again? This was the question the mare asked herself every time she came to this forest. Would the Rogues come back into power? Were any of them still alive?
The mare stood perfectly still, like she was trying to camouflage in the snow. Her winter coat seemed to shiver in the breeze as the barren trees about her looked disturbed from their tranquil morning beauty. The euphoric sense that usually came with the mare's visits here had clearly been disrupted, which put her in a bad mood.
...has changed.
ooc: I'm not powerplaying, I swear. xD I just expect another horse to show up in this thread. O.o
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