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Post by Magic on Dec 10, 2008 22:32:56 GMT -5
Crypt 'O Night
Shadow's can play with your mind. Nothing else.
The ebonite brute trotted into Terra Delle Liberta, an essa not too far behind. He looked back every once in a while to make sure she hadn't somehow gotten lost. When he found a familiar clearing, he headed towards a large tree. His large physique plowed through the deep fluff, and a fresh path was now made.
Even though all of the leaves were off of the tree, the thick branches served as a decent roof. If you were sick of having to be in that moist snow, this place served well. He stood on the hard, cold ground, and glanced at the direction the vixen should be comming from, then walked closer to the tree. His pallet was lowered, and he grazed on a small patch of visiblr vegetation, then lifted his maw high. A loud call escaped his kissers. It was for Lassan, and he hoped he would come fairly swiftly. The sooner the two met, the better, so that if there were any complications, they could be dealt with as quickly as possible. The patron hoped greatly that his Lord would be pleased with this ungulate. Waiting patiently, he looked around.
Ooc: I'm sorry (again) that I took long to post. I thought I already had. |
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Post by L Y N X ! on Dec 11, 2008 17:24:40 GMT -5
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A chesnut fae peered through the trees not long after the ebony-coloured brute had paused under the bare-branched tree that was coated with white ice, icicles occasionally hanging down in many sparkling sizes. Her forest orbs strayed from the scenery to Night who had just produced a call to his leader. Her stomach writhed with unease and at the same time excitement, the thought 'What will he expect?' racing through her mind. Her ears layed back for a moment and she extended her pause by the tree line. She breathed in a icy breath and then sighed, a puff of steam following her exhail. Lynx gave her body a swift shake before finally moving at a collected trot towards the black brute; her head raised and neck slightly curved with her tail slightly raised, a fair impression of the Arabian breed.
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Post by .r e e d. on Dec 11, 2008 17:36:26 GMT -5
The native walked slowly, Polaris behind her shortly. Each time her delicate hooves plunged into the icey substance, making holes. Her tiara low to the ground, these were hard times. She had only come out for a short while. Her once glossy and well-kept coat was heavy with a thick, tangled, dull coat of winter hair. Atleast it covered her protuding ribs; but ot her pelvis bones. Which were sticking out horridly. As for Lassan, she hadn't seen him after Saratoga pissed him off. Her mug turned to snuggle her foal. Her kissers parted to lip at his fuzzy mane, playfully. She wanted him to feel like he was special, she didn't want to thik of his father now. It was too painful. And what did he think? Didn't he wat to know who his father was? That Lassan was his adoptive father? No, she wouldn't tell him now, or soon. Later, was all that she thought. The newly mother sighed, a puff of fog coming out with it. It wasn't fair. That she had to raise him on his own. Without a sire to look to. To talk to him about how to become a real stallion. To be comforted him. To help. To just see his ofsprig just once. To let him have a real family. But none would come true. None. Her gaze turned to the clouds up above, but she knew the gods were watching.
"How dare you.."
Came a mutter from under her carbo dioxide, to the sky. A shiver ran through her body from the cold. Her small fragile body shook violently. Her hot pink pools landed on the figures up ahead. 'Damn' she thought, not wanting to meet any other members. She turned around with a huff and headed the othe way, away, back to the cave......
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Dec 12, 2008 7:21:21 GMT -5
It was as if she had been doing nothing else imortant, when Night's call came to her ears. The painted warrior's head came up from foraging in the snow, her tail flicking behind her ever so slowly. What was going on? Malifex's neglected body came into veiw, but she paused slightly, ears flicking forward. Night had brought a mare back to the lands, didn't they have enough already? No one had seen her for a while, doubt they had missed her, but she didn't mind. She liked being on her own for a while, thinking of what these visions ment that kept playing over and over in her mind. She needed to talk to Night, thank him for coming to her aid so long ago back in the breeding grounds. She hadn't been able to thank him properly, because he had disappeared as soon as they made it back to the territory. Shaking her head, the scar clearly visible on her face, the paint lowered her head to forage under the snow once more, tearing small patches of dying grass from the frozen ground. Her winter coat hung loosely from her body, the colors almost inrecognizable. Brown eyes stayed trained on the pair, knowing they were waiting for Lassan.
The paint looked away quickly, frowning ever so slightly. What was going on with her? Nostrils flared delicately, the warrior confused as to what was wrong in her mind. Was it jealousy that another mare was standing with Night? Nah, she couldn't get attached to her superior. She couldn't get attached with anyone, not with what her grandmother had said. Ears flicked back, as she closed her eyes, as if waiting for something, or someone, to realize that the painted mare was standing there.
[/size] malifex [/i] i see right
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Post by L Y N X ! on Dec 13, 2008 10:04:44 GMT -5
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Raddars strain forward and delicate nostrails flare as forms of some equines of Tera Delle Leberta appeared, sooner then the vixen expected. A shiver racked her spine, ripping her back into reality. She could tell by the ribs she could count on these horses that they were not fed well; another reason why she may not be welcome. She shuffled her hooves and took an uneasy step back, her crown jerking upwards and a snort escaping her kissers. Her orbs glanced to Night; why didn't he tell her that his herd had already enough? That they were starving? The fae flattened her raddars and lowered her crown, slightly angry and upset, but feeling lied to all the same.
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Post by Magic on Dec 13, 2008 17:51:33 GMT -5
As the mahgony femme came into sight, Night trotted over, and gave a lighthearted smile. He could easily tell that she was distraught by having to meet his Lord. He laughed shortly, "Oh, don't worry. Lassan is a friendly lad." And friendly he was. He surely wouldn't harm Lynx. She might have to leave from lack of food, but that was the worst.
The stag heard another equine, "One moment, dear." He quickly turned around, and saw a vixen walking away with a tot by her side. He began towards her, and with a swift walk, caught up and cut in her path. In front of this essa, he could fully see her. The pelt she had was very unique. It was the colour of a young elephants ivory. On her chest, a heart was perched, and her specs were a bright pink. She also had some stripes that matched the colour of her pools. The colt was also quite the sight. With a nod to both of them, he spoke. "Hello, miss. I'm not sure if Lassan has accepted your stay here, or if your just cutting trough, but I don't reckon I've met you before. I'm Night, may I know of your calling?" His words weren't threatening. They were more... Necessary.
Lifting his maw, he could smell a more familiar scent. It was Malifex, and she was near. After looking around a bit, the brute spotted her in the white blanket of snow. He tossed his crown up higher, and nickered for her to come over. Even from where he was standing, he could tell that she was just skin and bones. Same as the nymph infront of him. Night might have just had luck on his side, but when foraging, he found enough to keep his barrel at a minumum of hunger. He cared about her, and it pained him to see Malifex in such a rotten state. Then, he looked back at Lynx, and motioned for her to come forth. At this moment in time, Night felt as if he'd made mistake by bringing another back to Liberta. A total, and utter mistake.
Ooc: It's not like Night doesn't want Lynx to stay, it's just, he assumes Lassan will send her back. : P
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Post by L Y N X ! on Dec 13, 2008 18:06:25 GMT -5
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The words that flowed out of the brute's kissers brought no sense of comfort or relief to her. Lynx twitched her lips as with a "One moment,dear," came from Night, and he turned to chase down a dashing vixen and her offspring. Her head tilted in envy of the beautiful colors that belonged to these elegant creatures, and yet their skinny forms dulled the beauty by some measure. After a nicker that sounded from Night, her attenchion snapped back to the stag just in time to see the motion. After a moment of heisitation, the femme trotted over, though her pace displayed that she wasn't in much of a hurry to confront anyone. She slowed to a walk and then stopped a few feet off, giving the three space. The wind tossed her mane around rather roughly while it made her banner thrash about like a flag, not to mention get a few shivers out of her, as she said politely,"You called, sir Night?"
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Dec 14, 2008 11:18:20 GMT -5
Hearing Night, Malifex's eyes opened. Now, this sure was interesting. Flicking her tail, the painted warrior headed over to her superior, her ears flicked back slightly. Head was lowered, looking subdued, and she paused a bit away from him. When the other mare came over, she flicked her ears forward in curiousity. Sir Night? Eyes went to the lead warrior, a bit of a question underlying in them, but she held her tongue. Lifting her head to it's usual position, the painted mare shook her coat out, and snorted. "Sorry for such an appearance, Night. Not much food has been found within the lands, and most water sources have been frozen because of the cold." Making excuses wasn't going to get her anywhere, though. She might as well had told him she let herself go, not caring if she ate or not. The visions were tormenting her, and she didn't understand what they were trying to say. Flicking her ears, she looked over at Lynx, her brown eyes soft. "And who have you brought to the lands, Night?" She wanted to ask if this mare understood how scarce food was in the territory, but she bet Lynx already knew by the warrioress' poor appearance.
[/size][/font] malifex
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Post by .r e e d. on Dec 14, 2008 11:42:35 GMT -5
NOTE:: This is for everyone in the thread. (Please, no rush Sturple, just reminding them) That it is Lassan's turn. As I stated, please no rush Sturple. Take your time.  Thanks! |
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Post by Vel on Dec 14, 2008 12:34:33 GMT -5
ooc-- sorry it took so long for me to reply to things. I've been having computer issues. Oh and Tox, I'm not going to play Polaris in this post below, but in my next reply I will. =) LASSAN Lassan had gone off by himself to the unclaimables for a while to just think about everything. He was now back in Terra Delle Liberta, and on his way to gather some of his herd members. He knew how little food there was in his land. He needed to do something about it until spring came, which would bee soon. Hopefully.
While wandering in Belle Valle, he had found a spot that was close o the pass to his land that had an abundance of food. He thought it would be the perfect spot for his herd's grazing needs and it should keep them full for a week. Only a week though. After that he would have to find some place new.
He halted as the wond brought the scent of Night and Malifex to his nares. The more he tested the scent, he soon figured out that Venom and Polaris were there as well. But wait, there was one more. It was a vixen, but he had never met her before. He would have to go see what was going on. He broke into a fluid trot, and moved towards the group.
He slowed when he was a few strides away from them. He let out a whinny of greeting to the group. He saw Malifex, Night, Polaris, Venom, and a chestnut Arab mare. The Arab looked just liked Lassan, except for the fact that she was a mare and was chestnut.
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Post by .r e e d. on Dec 14, 2008 13:07:11 GMT -5
The black brindled vixen turned at the stag's words.
"I am already accepted into the herd. For over a month. Sorry if you haven't heard. I been busy with newly mother stuff...."
Venom said sweetly. She could be a real sweetheart sometimes. A sigh came from her white kissers. Another cough rattled through her small, petite body, causing another violent shake. Her hot pink optics looked him over.
"I am Vodka's Venom. And my little foal here, is Polaris."
Even though Night was probally no harm, her insticts took over as she got between the two. Her otpics narrowed somewhat as she saw Lassan. A raspy whicker was called to him....
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Post by L Y N X ! on Dec 14, 2008 13:21:15 GMT -5
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The vixen parted her kissers, about to answer the question the warrioress' had asked, but then an arabian brute arived, clearly the lead stag of Terra Delle Liberta. Lynx tilted her head and closed her maw, dipping her crown in respect. Her orbs flickered around the group, not looking at any for more than half a minute. Her delicate nostrails flared as she drank in all of their different scents, trying to remember them all incase if she will meet them any time other than the present. Her stomach gave a slight lurch as Lassan spoke, unsure of the situation; positive or negative?
The femme was tense, ready to flee if she must, even though it seems like none of them would attack, especially since most of them were just bags of bones. You could barely see Lynx's ribs, for constant moving and grazing had kept her weight just inbetween healthy and under-weight. A dull, fuzzy winter coat had taken place of her sleek, short chesnut coat that she wore in the summer. But her orbs were untouched by the seasons, still the lighter shade of forest green as they always were. Her mane and banner were just a shade lighter than her pelt, mane a few inches past the neck and her banner ending by the lowest part of her haunches. The others has fuzzy coats as well; who wouldn't? The herd had a few mixtures of colors and builds, but the warrios seemed to have the most muscle.
Lynx let out a soft breath, letting out a small cloud of steam.
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Post by Magic on Dec 14, 2008 14:47:42 GMT -5
Ooc: Holly guacamole!! I really have to catch up with these posts. =)
I'm busy today, so I might not get it done till later. Sorry.
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Post by Magic on Dec 17, 2008 18:54:57 GMT -5
After the femme explained to him that she had come to this land over a month ago, he smiled. "Well, Venom, I'm sorry for interupting your walk-about. I suppose I need to catch up with the late'st herd members. It's nice to meet you and Polaris."
Turning to see Lynx, the jet stag could see why this new mare wasn't to persistant in her trot over. He understood. Every single equine in this herd had been new here, and it wasn't an abnormal thing for them to be a little sketchy. As she called him "Sir Night" for one of the numerous times, he found it a little over-polite, but took it in with a good mind. "You don't have to call me Sir Night, Lynx. I'm fine with just Night, but whatever you feel comfortable with, you can use." He said, trying to make her feel like less of a soldier.
Then he looked at back and found Malifex standing near. "Your presence is always a good one, Malifex." His voice was forgiving, although he knew that she had he right to go where she pleased. Before hearing her next words, he saw the wonderment in her eyes. In return, his windows went straight to his soul and dished out pure honesty. They were a mix of many emotions, but they all boiled down to him hoping this was all for the best. Night was about to anwser the Warrior's first question, but Lassan came walking up and the brute felt he should say his greeting's to his Lord, first, then proceed. He nodded, then heard the same question from his Alpha. "Hello Lassan. This is Lynx, a fair vix, and I felt that she might do well in our herd. I understand that survival is a tough task at Winter, but she looks well-kept and might thrive here." With a pause, he noticed that he might seem a bit pushy. "But if you see unfit, just say the word."
He had called these essa's together so that you could become aquainted with the new harlot. He glanced over at Lynx then back at Lassan, and waited.
Ooc: I'm extremely sorry for how long this has taken.
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Thanks!