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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Apr 28, 2009 18:44:46 GMT -5
Blood trickled down the large Irish Draft's neck, as Nefarian trotted slowly back into his lands. Nyx would probably question where he had been, but that was the least of his worries. Scratches littered his legs, and another large gash, aside from the one on his neck, oozed on his flank. He had successfully chased the bloody wolves from his territory, but paid the price. Injuries had been given to the noble stallion, and now he was exhausted. His head, usually held so proud and high, now was lowered toward the ground as he slowed to a walk, pain searing his neck, flank, and legs. His tail swayed cautiously behind him, trying not to touch the stinging wound. Infection wasn't something he was looking forward to, so he'd have to get to the stream quickly and wash the wounds out.
Stopping at the dark forest that hid the evil horses of his herd, he lifted his head, ears perked forward for anything living. Was there anything left? He hadn't heard from Nyx in weeks, and this startled him. The pretty little mare was a great asset to his herd, he couldn't afford to lose her now. He needed her support while being injured, more now than ever.
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Post by .r e e d. on Apr 28, 2009 21:27:45 GMT -5
NYX [/font][/size] --------------------------they taped over your mouth, scribbled out the truth with their little lies, yeah you little spies [/right][/size]
they taped over you mouth, scribbled out the truth with their little lies, ya little spies.
You wann play it like a game, well come on let's play
Rock and roll baby, don't you know that we're all alone now
I need something sing about
Gimme something to sing about
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Limping, pain seared steps. Ice blue optics searched the land hopefully for Nefarin. The bitch's worrysome, painfilled whinny rang through the land, zeniths foward hopefully for her love. Pain, hate and love were her emotions. Her delicate nares flared with the bloody scent of Nefarian. Anger raged through her small, fragile bodice as that mare was here again. 'that sorry scum!' words raged through her mind. Limping towards them, pained words, "oh hun.." Nyx looked at the stag worriedly, brushing her muzzle along his... I so sorry, this is SO crappy.[/font] |
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Post by camino on Apr 29, 2009 16:56:02 GMT -5
K A E T A L I L Y . . . x
FRIGHTENED
Her eyes grazed the land. She was huffing and puffing from the wolves. She had ran off when a stag, of cob type, for sure, had appeared. She was already wounded enough that she ran off to save herself. Upon returning to the new land, her ears drooped in irratation. Boy, oh boy, had she screwed up this time.
That bitchy mare was here again, wounded. Keatalily couldn't help feeling sorry for her in a way-but it was her fault. She had pushed Keata away just like that. Like another wolf. Her focus turned on the injured stag. Badly injured. Her ears perked. She admitly picked up a very awkward lope, before doing a western style stop ahead of him. She bowed her head in respect, and with her head raised up, she spoke.
"Hello, stallion. I am very greatful you fought off those wolves. I am Keatalily, but it does not seem that words and names matter now. You are hurt, and so is your mate, the pinto mare." She backed up to give him space, ignoring the wounds on her lower back. They didn't hurt, much.
She reached out her nose to tap his shoulder. She then let it graze to a wound, feeling knots and lumps and piles of blood. Oh, boy. He was a mess. And she knew of only one horse that could help him. A light mare, of Terra Delle Liberta. Her name had "Wind" in it, and she was a Medicine Equine. But what was her BLASTED name?
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on May 6, 2009 6:52:25 GMT -5
As Nyx appeared before him, Nefarian snorted. Anger seethed through the large stallion, but it wasn't toward her. It was toward the wolves. Seeing the mare injured, Nefarian let out a low nicker, and bumped his muzzle against hers when she touched him. "You are hurt. You need to rest."
[/b] His words were short, and pained, but it was true. He didn't want Nyx to be any more injured. Ears flicked as the words of Kaetalily reached them, and his head lifted up slightly. His usual proud demeanor returned, and his eyes flicked over the other mare's wounds. "Thank you, Kaetalily, for the concern of Nyx and I. I would be Nefarian, lead of these lands, as you can probably guess,"[/b] the dark stallion's words were nicer than normal, the pain was probably causing him to be a bit nicer than normal. He pulled his head toward his chest, with a slight wince, of course. "The wolves are gone from these lands now, so no one has to worry about that. You two need to get some rest and let those wounds heal. Kaetalily, you may stay here until your wounds are healed. If, by then, you wish to join Nyx and I, you are more than welcome to."[/b] The white and blue-black stallion finished speaking, and then turned, painfully walking away from the two mares. He knew of a small treatment he could apply to himself that would help heal the wounds faster. If these two needed it, he would gladly give it to them as well.[/font][/size][/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by camino on May 14, 2009 15:12:02 GMT -5
K A E T A L I L Y . . . x
Yah trick, yah!
She pinned her ears in irration. Even if she did think of the mare's mind, would Nefarian take her help? The mare, Keatalily knew, was a Medicine Equine of the Lights, ex-lover of Burn, the late leader of Quixtant's lands. Wind..Wind..
"Thanks for the offer, Nefarian. I'm not exactly the best herd horse. But I guess I could settle down..for now." She gave a small nod, to end her words. She noticed that one cut circled his four leg, like a charm bracelet. How awkward.
Charm! Windcharm! That was the Medicine Equines name! All she had to do was go to Terra Delle Liberta and call upon her. She would come, wouldn't she? She would fix everyone in this vulnerable herd. Her delicate ears perked happily.
"Nefarian, I have to go. But I will be back, quickly, with something that will benefit the herd." She turned her herd to which way Terra Delle Liberta went, and turned. She picked up a quick canter, then to a flat out gallop towards the forest's edge. It looked gimpy, her right hind leg badly wounded. But she was the least wounded of the group. She could go, she could travel.
She knew she could.
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