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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Dec 1, 2008 14:55:16 GMT -5
h a n n i b a l •••••••••••••••••••••••• //. Once again, Hannibal had been off his lands, doing something other than keeping an eye on his herd members. And because of that, he did not know who all remained. Flicking his darkened tail as he headed through the snowy lands, the dark lord of the land flared his nostrils. His dark brown and white coat kept him warm, as small gusts of cold air ruffled around him. Who all was in his lands still?
Head was thrown into the air, and a whinny escaped his maw, a cloud of vapor rising and dispersing into the freezing air. Small clumps of snow clung to his legs, and he shook his body slightly. He wondered if any of the foals were fairing well within this frozen landscape.
His hooves moved him into the trees, now leafless and casting odd shadows, his hooves finally free of the deeper snow. Here, the snow was shallow, barely reaching mid-way of his hooves. He kept in the trees, as it seemed much warmer to him. [/blockquote] |
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Post by OH HAI SPI! on Dec 1, 2008 15:22:50 GMT -5
Spirit [/font] Spirit heard the whinny as she turned her ears in the direction of the noise. She nudged Vodka who was standing at her side. They started off at a slow trot, for she didn't want the foal to get tired. The snow was at the top of her hooves and it was past Vodka's hooves. As they moved into the trees the snow wasn't as deep. She soon saw Hannibal standing there , the pair slowed to a walk as Spirit bowed.[/color][/size] Hello m'lord.
Vodka[/center] Vodka had followed her mother not knowing where they were going. she began to grow tired because of running through the snow. They soon reached another horse it was her father. She ran up to him and nuzzled his chest. She yelled out..
Daddy! I missed you!
She didn't know where he had been but she had missed him not being around. She took a few steps back and looked him in the eyes. She was really excited now and wanted to play. Prancing through the snow she stopped near her mothers side. |
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Post by sibber-chow on Dec 3, 2008 18:01:56 GMT -5
Daddy! I missed you! Her ears shot forward as the wind hit her with these shrill vocals. A filly was it? Tuula's head rose from the frozen terra. The speckled ivory had been trying to find some unfrozen foliage to graze upon, and she was having no luck. Deciding to go inspect the scene the vocals had come from, the fae followed the wind, her little foals picking up behind her.
The mares gait was fair, not too fast nor too slow. Her large hooves stomped through the snow with ease, even crushing a few patched of ice along the way. Orpheus wasn't having too much trouble either. He was about one season old now and had grown a fair bit. His winter fur was coming in nicely, and his hooves looked like they might hold the large size that his mother's did. When he spotted his mother slowing down, the little foal sped up a little. The curious strawberry-blonde colt shot past his mother, his pink snout catching scents ahead. It was his father, and two more faes.
As he came into sight, his bodice pulled to a halt, his hooves shuffling in the slippery slush. With a quick snort, he eyed the two new females. One was a filly who looked to be but a few weeks older than he was. The little filly was pretty, but he was too young to understand such attractions yet.
Tuula smirked at her son, though the smile faded as she too eyed the mare and her filly. Merely nodding them a greeting, she then approached Hannibal. Bowing her head slightly as she stopped before him, the mare gave a soft nicker to her master. After a moment, her head then rose, and her velvety muzzle nuzzled where his neck and head greet, just below his cheeks. "How are you?" She then turned her head to look back at the other two, knowing she had to be nice, she added, "all of you?"
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Post by Magic on Dec 3, 2008 19:35:26 GMT -5
The powerful hessian galloped through the brush, replying to Hannibal's call. Dodging trees, the scents entered his velvety nostrils. Then, soon after that he could see his fellow Herd Mates. With a snort in greeting, Frasco bowed his head a little, showing his respect to his God and Goddess.
The stag arrived just before Tuula asked how everyone was. With a nod, he returned. "Fine." He couldn't help wonder where this herd meeting would end up. Also, the war was a subject that he was unsure of. Catching his breath from the previous run, the Andalusian looked around at his peers. Hannibal, Tuula, a foal, that slave that Hannibal had forced, and.... That was all. Where was Illusion? Shaking his head to clear those thoughts, he pawed at the snow, digging a hole. Looking inside, a bit of dead foliage was lying flat, and soaked. Frasco lowered his cranial casing and nibbled on the soggy flora. It wasn't much, but at least it would give him something to do.
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Post by TARDIS on Dec 22, 2008 11:28:27 GMT -5
welcome to the grand Illusion The painted vix's crown shot up when she heard the call of her leader. She turned her painted bodice and broke into a canter, making her way to what she asumed to be a meeting.
Her pace slowed when she reached the group of equines. Hannibal was there with Spirit and their foal Vodka. Tuula had thn shown up with her twins. Frasco was there as well. He seemed to have just shown up. Illusion made her way over to him, since she felt most comftorable around the white stag.
She halted next to Frasco and looked forth to her leader, waiting for what he had to say. |
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