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Post by potterchic on Oct 19, 2008 15:58:46 GMT -5
A proud looking stallion stood near the center of the valley. His stormy gray orbs scanned the place. It seemed that he was one of the only stallions here not to claim. He winnied softly to himself. "All of the sudden, here in the wild, things like owning land yourself matter." He whispered to himself. Where he had come from, his little human girl's father owned all the land they needed. Then they dissappeared one day, and he was sent here.
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Post by .r e e d. on Oct 19, 2008 16:06:16 GMT -5
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Jeannie stood silently, watching the stag. Quixtant had talked everything over with her privetly, she now knew she was allowed to claim horses for their herd. "Hello. I am Jeannie In A Bottle." she held her cranium high, for she was ranks above this stag. "And you?" her maw parted to speak. Quixtant had said to get any horses he could for their herd. They only had about 4 members, and needed more..... |
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Post by Vel on Oct 19, 2008 16:16:36 GMT -5
The ghosty Arab made her way into the land. Her banners flowed out behind her like mist. She was out here for one purpose, and one purpose only. To find warriors. Her maw lifted as she caught the scent of a stag. She jogged his direction and halted. There was an extremely handsom stag and a large filly. The filly seemed to have just gotten there. Phantom smirked and halted right next to the large filly. Phantom may be a small fae, but she could fight better than most stags.
"Greetings stag. I am Phantom, Lead Warrior of Terra De Rocas. Who might you be?" he crania was held high, and her Arab neck was arched. Her auds filcked as she awaited a reply.
//oooo. He has two to choose from now. lol
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Post by .r e e d. on Oct 19, 2008 16:30:51 GMT -5
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Jeannie hissed, "I belive I was here first!" a hateful spark gleamed in her orbs as she glared at the other vix. Why was this wench here? And didn't she see that Jeannie was here first!?...... |
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Post by Vel on Oct 19, 2008 16:42:45 GMT -5
Phantom casually looked to the filly. "Oh really filly? And you think I care?" She then paused. "Why sound so jealous, unless you are unsure of his coming with you. It shall be this stag's choice of who he wishes to go with. We can try to influence his decisionc, but he has the final say so, correct filly? So once again why sound so hateful to me?" she said.
From her voice, one could tell that she came from a high class farm in Britian. The thing was, she hated humans and had always wanted to be wild. She had come from a ship wreck and was over joyed. Phantom had been the only Dark in that bloody place she used to call home. Wait, she never called it home. This island was home to her and would always be so. She glanced to the large filly once more and then to the very handsome stag.
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Post by potterchic on Oct 19, 2008 17:16:26 GMT -5
A large filly and a ghostly mare stood before him now. The larger, named Jeanie in a Bottle, asked him his name. "My humans called me Memphis" He said in a deep southern accent. The large one had a look of hatred in her eye, that was sort of creepy... "I will decide by the way that your herds seem to me. Tell me of them, then I will go with the one I like best. He liked options. His human girl had always given him the option of apples or oats... Now was the time to pay attention.
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Post by .r e e d. on Oct 19, 2008 17:33:17 GMT -5
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Jeannie nodded, her orbs softened alot as she turned to Memphis. "It's a glorious life. As long as you obey our rules, you'll have no problems.... And if you become a higher rank, you can have authority over other horses and be treated wonderfully, even if you don't have a rank." she miled sweetly. |
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Post by Vel on Oct 19, 2008 17:44:08 GMT -5
Phanntom listened to the handsome stag speak his calling. Memphis it was, and she liked it. She then waited patiently for the filly to speak about her herd. Phantom listened quietly as she spoke. Even though Phantom was a Dark, she still had a sense of manners. She had self taught them to herself. When the filly was done, Phantom the started to speak about her heard. "Well the heard I come from is lead by a mare by the nam eof Fiana and her mate Torchwood. The land is called Terra De Rocas and it is very large. We have a fair sized herd, and it is growing every day. We have a strong herd we are allied with, and all ravens on the island are our allies and spies. Our land has sub lands in which each rank division lives or resides for the day. I will get into more detail if you wish, but I am giving you the over veiw for now. Fiana has the land very well organised. There are sub herds within the herd. Again, I will go into more detail if you wish later. As for myself, I reside with the warriors and lead them. In Fiana's herd, you can move ranks by proving yourself to higher ranks. All ranks are respected equally but lower ones, are rewuired to respect the higher ranks more than the lower. Any horse you are higher ranked than, you may give them orders. I think that is about it. Like I said, I could go into an extreme detailed speach." She then quietly looekd to Memphis.
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Post by potterchic on Oct 19, 2008 17:46:26 GMT -5
Well... That sounded a little... Perfect.* "Really.. And what would you want me to do there." He asked. "And if you would, why not tell me what the main rules are." Now it was the ghost like one's turn. That sounded pretty good. Not to perfect, so she probably wasn't bluffing.
OC- Talking about Jeanie's land.
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Post by .r e e d. on Oct 19, 2008 17:50:54 GMT -5
What? Oh, sorry! xD
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Post by .r e e d. on Oct 19, 2008 18:03:30 GMT -5
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"But of course!"...... "The Goddess;:;
She will rule the land, with her king by her side.
The God;:;
He will rule the land with his goddess by his side.
Beta Goddess;:;
She is second in charge, and in charge when the goddess is gone.
Beta God;:;
He is second in charge, and in charge when the god is gone. He will rule by the side of the Beta Goddess.
Royal Filly;:;
She is the daughter of the Goddess and God.
Royal Colt;:;
He is the son of the god and goddess.
The God's Slaves;:;
These Vixes will please the god, when he wants to mate. These are the horrible mares, and when bred, they are tossed out, except the oes that really please the god.
Studs;:;
These are only the best stallions. They get to spend all of their life knocking up BroodMares to insure the herd good offspring.[from ages 2- until death]
BroodMares;:;
Only the best mares get this job. The get to spend most of their lives getting knocked up by the best stallions. [from ages 3-15] They retire at age 15 or 16.
Medicine Horses;:;
They take care of the sick.
Elders;:;
Most foals or other equines come here fro advice or stories. They are the oldest equines in the herd. The stallios still able to breed, but not the vixens.
OffSpring Sitters;:;
They babysit the foals.
Warriors;:;
They are the protecters and fighters of the herd. They breed to the best broodmares also, of their choice to insure good future warriors.
POWs;:;
They are treated like hell until they can get loose, or they get turned loose.
Last Ranks;:;
Last raked vixes and stallions. The stallios may only breed to the vixes they find at the breeding grounds, [they have to have premission from the god] and bring them back. The vixes are bred to the god or the beta.
Loners;:;
These are exceptions to the herd. They can live on their land, as long as they supply them with atleast one foal every year. And you will either be a warrior, or stud. Personaaly, I think stud." she recited the rules with a little laugh..... |
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Post by Vel on Oct 19, 2008 18:05:07 GMT -5
Phantom waited patiently. Memphis then asked what he would do in the filly's land. Phantom decided that she would tell him what he could do in her herd as well. "If you are wondering about my herd, you will either be asked to be a warrior or under the rule of a beta. And if you prove your self you might move up to a beta, but I suggest becoming a warrior, tis much more fun and there is more action."
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Post by potterchic on Oct 19, 2008 18:09:06 GMT -5
He flinched a bit. Slaves?... The ghostly one seemed to have a bit fairer herd... "What is your herd's alliance?" This might decide all. If the herd had the wrong alliance, he could never truly live there in peace.
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Post by Vel on Oct 19, 2008 18:14:24 GMT -5
"My herd is with the Neutrals." she responded.
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Post by .r e e d. on Oct 19, 2008 18:16:44 GMT -5
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Jeannie knew Phantom's and her's, "Both are Dark, Memphis."
She stood still, waiting his aswer..... |
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