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Post by sibber-chow on Dec 3, 2008 18:25:11 GMT -5
Fiana’s breaths were labored, and she was shivering from the icy liquid that covered her ebony form. After her effort to save Whitefoot came to no success, she had finally made it to Lider de Montana. Walking towards the southern edge of the plateau she bellowed to her followers. It was time for the second herd meeting, and there were many matters to be discussed. Grimacing, the ebony knew that this would certainly be a solemn occasion. After a few hoarse bellows, the ebony stopped, waiting for the others with her muzzle raised to the heavens. Her mind was wandering as she waited, wandering to thoughts of the dun that had now departed, as well as thoughts of how his mate, Amorette, would take the news.
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Post by Magic on Dec 3, 2008 18:59:30 GMT -5
The petite essa had heard Fiana's call loud and clear. She pushed off with her muscualr pillars, and headed towards Lider de Montana. A herd meeting. As Amorette advanced over, she could now see her Lead Vix. The ebonites maw was pointed to the firmament. What would be discussed? The femmora was curious, but kept it hidden.
Pace slowing to a walk, she was a few yards away from Fiana. The Beta nodded in respect, then haulted near Fiana. What would happen? Thoughts raced through her mind. some were durastic, others were give-ins.
OOC: Oh my gosh!! I hadn't even noticed that he went. I'm so......... Sad. : (
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Post by sibber-chow on Dec 9, 2008 23:56:49 GMT -5
The ebony heaved in a few struggled breaths, her body was still a bit distraught from the recent events. Her body was still moist from the seas waters, and with the snowfall picking up, Fiana’s coat was icing over. A visible shiver trembled through her body, but she forced it to subside as the sound of other equine met her ears. Turning around, the mare’s brown orbs greeted Amorette. Fiana knew the mare had been the there a few moments. But, the onyx vix wasn’t sure she was ready to bare the burdening news just yet. She knew it would be easiest on Rained if she did so before the others arrived.
“Today, the news I bare… it will prove as a solemn occasion for the whole herd, though, for you more than the others.” After stopping to think of the gentlest words for a moment, she continued, “We have lost one of our own. As you can see, Whitefoot, has not made it to this meeting, and the sea’s fury is to blame. His loss is a deep blow to the whole herd, though I know, it will surely hurt you the worst.” Fiana’s head was held low as she spoke, and at her last statement, she paused to make sure Amorette was okay. After a second, she started up once more, ”If it will ease your pain, there was no body found washed ashore; he is still alive, certianly just washed up to another land. That was how he got here, and I am sure he survived this encounter with the waters just as he did his last.” This time, after speaking, she approached the fae, tapping her shoulder with her muzzle in a form of reassurance.
“Will you be okay?
She, too, was upset over the news of Whitefoot, but as the Alpha she had to remain strong and support those who needed her. It was a bit overbaring really; at the moment, she had so many jobs. The mare had to be strong for her herd even when faced with a situation that was heart-breaking. As well, she had to balance in attention for her little buckskin daughter. The filly wanted constant attention from her mother, and Fiana wanted to be able to give her that. But, she knew, part of being a mother and raising the heiress of Terra de Rocas was teaching her some independece. She had to teach her to be a strong leader, too.
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Post by Magic on Dec 10, 2008 22:04:27 GMT -5
As her Master approached, the petite essa could sense a sudden sadness in the air. When Fiana spoke, Amorette's mind went up a notch in speed. It was racing. What could be so bad, and why would it be even worse for her? Was Whitefoot injured? That would've put the dun in a worry spasm. Then the ebony figure paused. She was thinking of what to say carfeully. My gosh, what could be so bad?!
Someone had died. As her Alpha went on to explain, she was hit with the impact of reality. Whitefoot was dead. Gone. No matter what Fiana said to calm her, she was nearly 100% certain that she had lost her mate. The water's of the sea were freezing, and even a horse twice the size of Whitefoot would be engulfed by the lethal liquid. Stepping back a bit, she felt as if she had just gotten a blow in the chest. She shook her crown to clear the thoughts, but they kept creeping back up, like a swarm of red ants, or an angered bee hive.
The tawny femmora was tapped lightly on the shoulder blade, by her Goddess, and she was supposed to feel reasured by this. If it were anything smaller, like say Whitefoot had gotten hurt very badly (but not in a condition in which he could not survive) she would have been as optimistic as always. But this was as low as it could get. Fiana questioned her, asking if she would be okay. With a silent nod, Amorette responded. If she could cry, sadly she wouldn't have. Certain people, and horses, have different ways of grieving. This mare was more of a quiet griever. Her feelings would be held in a jar until she could be alone. Then, all would fall out, like a slaughtered animal, having it's organs fall from it's rib cage.
The vixen held her head at the level it had been before she had been told the sad news. She looked around, as if nothing had really happened after all. To everyone who saw her, she was the same as before. Sheesh, her mate had died, it wasn't that big of a deal.
Yes... It was.
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Post by sibber-chow on Dec 15, 2008 21:52:02 GMT -5
A proud dun came trekking upon the scene. His held was low as he galloped in with a canter that held his weight distributed upon his right side. A low whinny left his vocals as he saw the two fae. He had been busy training on his own, and it showed. The stallion was granted with a mascule bodice due to his heritage, but now every seam in his body showed. There was a light sweat percipitating his body; it made him seem to match Fiana even though her wet body was from the salty sea and his was not.
Coming to a quick western halt, slush shot up from beneath his hooves. Anil gave a friendly nicker to the two mares, bowing his massive crown to the two. He didn’t know of the news that Amorette had just been faced with; all he knew is that he had herd his Godess’s beckoning. Thus, he rushed from the depths of his training in the outlands to make it to the meeting.
OoC|| I will post with Fiana after a few more members join in.
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Post by camino on Dec 16, 2008 17:44:53 GMT -5
Risque loped silently into the lands. He was smart enough to come quick and early, not to eager to make a bad first impression. His muscular body heaved, his chocolate bay coat glistning with the shards of sun. Snow fell silently on his pelt. Itwas still heavy winter.
It sure was cold. He slowed to a jog, his hide in a twitching shiver. He watched a fkew large ravens swoop around. He was at home with the birds, being raised by hawks. He smiled gently.
Seeing Faina, he bowed his head shyly.
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Post by potterchic on Dec 16, 2008 21:01:50 GMT -5
Firestar stood at the back of the group, salty tears sliding down her muzzle. She could only hope that Whitefoot really had survived, and was well on another island, or maybe, even better, the other side of this one. What was the herd going to do now? The winter was hard enough, and now Whitefoot was gone... A war brewing... How were they ALL supposed to survive? It had to be near impossible.
Memphis bowed his head down in respect. This was a horrible thing to happen to such a fine, honorable horse. What would happen now? He could hardly imagine the pain Armorette was going through... How would the rest of the herd take it? Just hope for the best, Memphis, just hope for the best...
((Sorry I haven't been on, I've been really busy...))
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Post by Vel on Dec 19, 2008 15:41:17 GMT -5
Torchwood
The palomino Arab broke into a canter when he heard the call of his mate. Torchwood was curious as to what was going on. Something bad? Or perhaps just another herd meeting? He hoped it was just another herd meet.
He slowed when he came into Lider de Montana. His auds twitched as he caught what had happened about Whitefoot. Torchwood had been quite fond of the young stag, i was shame that he was gone. But like Fiana had said, maybe he was washed ot another land and he was safe.
Torchwood moved closer to Fiana and Amorette. With a certain sadnss in his eyes he tapped his muzzle on Amorette's, trying to reassure her. He then looked to Fiana wondering if there was anyhting else.
Phantom
The ghostly vixen heard the cry of her leader. Her defined crania shot into the cold air as she made her way to the meeting. When she got there she saw Fiana, Torchwood, and Amorette standing together. She swept her orbs over the rest of the equines that were there. Risque, the young stag, was standing off to the side, with Firestar behind him, tears coming down. What had happened? She then saw Memphis and Anil standing a bit off to the other side. She made her way over to them and halted next to Anil. She looked to him and asked "What happened here?"
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Post by sarahjane on Dec 21, 2008 13:11:00 GMT -5
------------------------- welcome to the Dead Poet's society
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild, and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen
The blue roan essa slowed her pace as she entered Lider De Montana. Fiana had told her to be here for a herd meeting. She had gotten lost and hoped that she wasn't too late to this meeting. From what it looked like so far, Fiana had just told them about the possible death of Whitefoot.
Poet had been there when the news had been delivered about Whitefoot. Now Poet didn't know Whitefoot. Actually the only herd members she knew were Fiana, Char and Torchwood. She had yet to meet all the others.
Poet saw her leader talking to a small essa, most likely Whitefoot's mate. Standing off a bit were a handsome and strong dun Mustang stag. Next to him were a nice looking Walker stag and a fine Arab mare that was the colour of the snow. There was also a crying bay vixen, another handsome, young stag and Torchwood, Fiana's mate. Poet wanted to meet all of these equines when ever she got the chance to.
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Post by sibber-chow on Dec 22, 2008 4:12:02 GMT -5
Anil had arrived just after Torchwood. He hadn’t realized that the stag was there, but now saw him. From the way the stag had approached Fiana he was certain that the palomino was the Lead at her side. Then, his gaze came upon the mare dubbed Firestar. She had tears in her eyes; and, the stag he stood near, Memphis, had his head bowed in respect. Anil’s head tilted to the side with curiousity. He hadn’t heard the news – so, when his Warrior leader questioned him he could give no answer. Instead, he looked to Phantom, shaking his head with uncertainty.
His nostrils quivered as he suddenly caught scent of their newest member, Poet. The stag’s head raised for a moment, as if uncertain of her pressence. However, there was a reassurance in her composure; she showed no signs of bearing any threat. And, lastly, he noticed another stag by the calling of Risque. Anil had yet to meet him either, but he seemed to be as much as a threat as the sparrows that he was watching.
Suddenly, a little filly came tumbling upon the scene. Char had followed her father up the mountain, and her little hooves were not so adept to snow, especially on the incline, so she had lagged behind a good bit. But now, she was here! And, what an enterance the little filly had made. A loud whinny escaped her maw as she saw her mother at the edge of the mountain. The little filly weaved between equines, prying her bodice in between the triad – her mother, father, and Amorette. Nuzzling Fiana chest, the filly whuffled gently as if to say don’t ever leave me again!
Fiana watched as her herd gathered upon the plateau. She knew a few of the group had not heard the news, while others obviously had. Clearing her throat, the mare raised her crown to its full height. “As many of you know, the most important news of today is the departure of Whitefoot. I will spare the details, but he is no longer with our herd, though we can all hope him to be in a better place – hopefully, one upon this Earth.” Stopping for a moment, she gauged the reactions of those who had not known. She wanted to make sure everyone was okay before moving on to any further news.
“Secondly, I bear the herd with happier tidings. As you may all see, the herd’s first foal has been birthed,” Fiana announced before glancing back at her little filly who was now hungrily suckling. “Her name is Char.”
At her name, the little foal popped her head out from beneath Fiana’s barrel. For the first time, she really recognized all the equines around. And, she was somewhat startled. Never before had she been around so many. She shuffled her feet back at first, peering at the group with wide eyes. However, the filly wasn’t one to stay shy for long; so, she made a sudden gesture. Heartily bouncing forward, the dun made herself the center of attention with a loud whinny as if to say hello. The little filly had yet to really speak her first words, so all the sounds that came from her maw, were merely that… just sounds.
OoC|| Yergh! No muse... sorry guys.
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Post by TARDIS on Dec 22, 2008 11:20:15 GMT -5
Destiny had been out in the training lands when she head Fiana's call for a meeting. The large essa began to make her way to Lider De Montana. What could this meeting be about? No doubt she was going to be late getting to meeting. She had taken the wrong path a ways back and hadn't realised it. She let out an sigh when she noticed it. She turned her large brindled bodice around and broke out into a ground-eating gallop as her long pillars carried her across the land.
Her pace slowed to a fast canter and then to a choppy trot as she entered Lider De Montana. It looked as if the meeting had already started a while ago. As she scanned her chocolate optics over the scene. Fiana, Torchwood and Amorette were standing in the front of the group. Amorette looked rather upset, as did Fiana. What was going on here?
The brindle turned her crown to take a look at all the others that were there. Firestar, the little bay enna, was bawling over something. What had happened? She then saw her fellow warriors, Anil and Memphis over by the Lead Warrior Phantom. Phantom seemed to be as confused as Destiny did. Destiny saw Phantom ask Anil something, but the stag just shook his head. He didn't seem to know what was going on here either. There was one more stag that was here. Risqué. He had joined the herd a while back, and Destiny never got the chance to introduce herself to him. She was going to do that after the meeting.
She moved forth stopping a few meters away from Risqué. Her liquid optics scanned her lead pair for any indication as to what was going on here. Just then Fiana stepped forward and started talking about Whitefoot hopefully being in a better place. Destiny's optics grew. What happened to Whitefoot. She had liked the little stag and had talked to him often when she wasn't with the other warriors. She would ask one of the Ravens later. She had met a Raven named Talli and became quite good friends with the little bird. She would have to ask her later on, Talli would probably know.
Fiana then shared the exciting news of Char, her and Torchwood's foal. Destiny smiled at the little filly. She was beautiful. Her calling fit her too. char. It was perfect. The fill ythen made a few noises. They weren't really anything, just a bunch of noises. Destiny let out a small whuffle and looked around, waiting for the next order of business.
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Post by sibber-chow on Dec 28, 2008 23:21:09 GMT -5
A raven fluttered in on the scene, squaking nervously. “There is trouble between herds. In new lands, Regno Di Cavaliere… Indukala of Lassan’s herd is there alone on assignment to retrieve another. The mare may need assistance.”
Fiana’s towers raised as the raven spoke. Nodding her head, her face became serious. "Anil, Memphis, Destiny, you three go.”
Anil gave a swift nod, though he was slightly confused as to why his leader, Phantom, would not be joining them. He wouldn’t second guess his Alpha though. Rather, he darted off, heading towards Regno Di Cavaliere.
With her troops headed off to fend for the little Mustang of Terra Delle Liberta, Fiana walked over to her lead warrior in order to get a private word in. “Now, Phantom. I didn’t call you to go to the battle because the next matter of attention concerns yourself... only yourself.”
The ebony began speaking once again to her quietly so that only she could hear.“As Lead Warrior, you are next in line to breed.” Now that her Beta had gone missing that was. However, she felt that there was no need to mention that part. “You aren’t required to do this, but if you find a good partner, then you are more than welcome. As well, if you find a stallion that suits you well enough, you may choose your partner as lead warriors.”
Stepping away ther mare raised her maw, whinny to the rest of her members to catch their attention, which Char seemed to resent. The little filly stomped a hoof as she realized that the members were no longer focusing on herself. Meanwhile, Fiana began preaching, “now then, back to business. I would like to ask our newest members a question. Poet, Risque? Would either of you like to become a warrior?”
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Post by Magic on Dec 29, 2008 19:22:06 GMT -5
Amorette stepped back and out of Torchwood's way after he came. She stood with the crowd of other equine, and looked at the pair for their next words. She was surprised when a raven came by and explained what was taking place. She was certain other's were curious, too, as to why Phantom wasn't told to go. Then Fiana spoke in a hushed tone to the Lead Warrior, and she could only guess what was so private.
The petite dun essa looked at all of the unfamiliar faces. Trying to give a welcome smile, her expression just wouldn't budge. It was plastered in the same way as it had molded when she was told about The News. Quickly turning her pallet back to face the two Alpha's, everything blurred out. This was only the beginning of many ill-fated mid-day and nightly dreams. To be exact, they were horrendous nightmares, not dreams. And it took alot of her strength realise that these realistic scenes were nothing but her mind being silly.
She snapped out of the sudden lapse, and felt her knee's slowly unbuckle. The end of Fiana's question was heard, she she looked again at the new members. The Beta knew that the buckskin stag was Risque, since she had met him earlier, but who was this, Poet? The calling was beautiful, but who was blessed with it? And what were the rest of them dubbed? At least she could ask them, and have something to do other than rot. Maybe that was her hidden talent. Wasting away. She would have alot of time to get good at it.
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Post by sarahjane on Jan 10, 2009 10:15:22 GMT -5
------------------------- welcome to the Dead Poet's society
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild, and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen
Poet watched her leaders silently as they addressed the herd on several issues that were going on. Fiana then talked quietly with the white arab mare, Phantom who was the lead warrior. Poet didn't know what they were saying, and she really didn't care. She wasn't the type to listen in on conversations because she had to know everything.
She began to drift off in thought when she heard her name being called by Fiana. Her head came up a bit as Fiana asked her and Risque if they wanted to become warriors. Poet thought about it for a moment. She had always loved a good fight. "I'm not sure m'lady. I want to, but not at the moment. Would it be acceptable if I join the army in a week or so? I want to get to know every one in the herd before I join."
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Post by sibber-chow on Jan 13, 2009 16:53:06 GMT -5
The ebony nodded as Poet spoke. With a gentle whinny she replied, “of course, you may certainly have time to decide. We are out of the war era for the moment, so the need for warriors is not dire. So, take all the time you need to decide. And, until then, you may sit amongst the beta subherd.” With that, her head turned towards Amorette. “Amorette, I have a query for you. Would you wish to remain as Beta mare even with your stag gone? I will allow this decision to be completely yours. And, you may come to me with the answer on your own time. There is no rush.” Her orbs then went to the group collecticvely. “With that, this meeting ends. You may all disperse and go about your business. Remember, now that Spring is headed in, those besides the higher ranks may no longer leave the lands for grazing unless you ask. And, if any of you have any queries of me, don’t fret asking. I will be venturing from the lands to find a few new members, so you may hark a raven to fetch me if I am needed. Oh, and one last thing! With the first foal having been born, and hopefully more to come, I will need to appoint at least one babysitter.” Looking over her omega mares, she landed her orbs on Firestar. “Essa, would you take on the position and understand the terms? You will only have to be babysitter for one season before I appoint another..”
At this point, Anil came galloping into the meeting. He bowed his head as he came to a halt at Phantom’s side. That was enough to inform Fiana that he had done his job. After she gave him a nod of dismissal, his orbs met Phantom. “What have I missed?”
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