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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on May 9, 2009 19:23:30 GMT -5
YOU CAN'T READ MY POKER FACE! [/color][/size] His hooves seemed to sink deeper into the sandy beaches of Spiagga Del Nord, as the heir to Inferno Su Terra made his way across the sandy beach. Flicking his growing tail, the colt lifted his head up. His dark coat resembled Hannibal's through and through, but something within him told him he wasn't like his dark hearted father. Was he a light? Or a neutral? This type of question kept replaying in his mind, and he hoped he wasn't going crazy just thinking about it. Shaking his dark head, his brown eyes wandered from each patch of grass that seemed to grow here and there upon the sands. His growing body, now standing at his father's shoulder, turned to face the blue ocean. The smell of the salt upon the soft sea breeze ruffled his white and brown mane, a few strands of teal mixed in from his mother's coloration. The wind herd. He was associated with the wind herd, all because of his mother was one. Flicking his tail, which also had a few strands of teal in it, he sighed.
He was nothing but a mutt to the horses here in Isola. No true breed about him. No pure blood of this, or pure blood of that. A mutt. Shaking his head again, he breathed in the salty air, nostrils quivering slightly. A thought then came to his head. His brown eyes widened at the thought, but his hooves moved him forward. A herd of his own? Where in the hell did that thought come from? Snorting, letting his nostrils flare once more, he stomped a hoof into the soft sand. He wouldn't mind escaping Inferno Su Terra. It would mean getting away from Orpheus and his twin's constant urge to fight. Since Bolin was older, he automatically had access to gaining the throne in the event that Hannibal wasn't able to rule any longer. Orpheus, being second to his twin, possibly wanted the spot to himself.
And his twin would get his wish. Bolin wanted out. The colt threw his head into the air, and smiled. He would be the greatest leader Isola had ever seen. Greater than any of the past elemental herds. Greater than the bastard he called his father. Smirking at the thought, the colt turned his back on the ocean, trotting a bit up and lowering his muzzle down to nip at a few of the grasses sprouting from the sands.
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Post by KatiieColours on May 9, 2009 19:40:01 GMT -5
Angelo Rosso [/b][/size]
A young fae stalked the unknown lands, her dainty hooves silently brushing the floor as she moved along gracefully, her petite frame gliding through the humid air with the elegance of a gazelle, her copper coat glossy under the harsh rays of the midday sun. Where was she heading? She didn’t know. What would she find? She didn’t know. And, at this present moment, she didn’t care.
Her silken banner swept softy across the golden sands, a rich chestnut river flowing in the gentle breeze that strolled though the beach. She paused for a moment, dainty cranium hung low, soft forelock covering an icy blue orb as she sighed delicately, exquisite bodice relaxing. Her radars flicked forwards as a scent entered her velveteen nostrils, and she allowed an innocent, melodic whinny to reverberate out through her parted kissers. [/center][/size] |
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Post by Vel on May 11, 2009 12:23:44 GMT -5
E U R E K A ! The ivory and crimson filly had been wandering on her own for around five months now. She left her mother and father after the set off to go in search of the high and mighty Fire Herd so they could join. Eureka had no interest in the Zunden and their plans to take over the isle. They were too cruel. Now she wasn't your light hearted little girl who loved everybody and would show them mercy. She wasn't as dark as her parents and the rest of the Zunden breed. She either fit into being a 'regular' horse version of dark, or their version of neutral. She knew the differences between Elemental alliances and 'normal' alliances. Elementals always took their allainces to the extreme, where as the 'regular' alliances fit the basic definition of light, neutral and dark. That was what she wanted, to be with the 'normal' equines.
The filly looked up to the sky with her chocoalte optics as the sun began to hide behind a alrge, grey front of clouds that was moving in from the north. It was bound to storm soon. Eureka wouldn't mind the rain. It would feel good. Plus, if she didn't want to get wet, she could raise her body temperature enough, so the water would be off her onve it hit. That was the beauty of being a pureblooded Zunden. That and a few other things her parents had taught her. She knew that she still had a lot to learn, but she had her whole entire life ahead of her to learn them herself.
Eureka snorted and tossed her dainty crown, sending her crimson banners to the other side of her boa. She broke into a fast trot, he flints making a clip clop noise as they hit the rocky ground. Why was the ground so hard anyway? It was summer! The ground should be soft. She really didn't care, it was just something for her to think about as she headed off to her destination.
Where was this destination? Well, Spiagga del Nord of course! It was easy to find now, since the storm was coming in from the north. All she had to do was follow where the front was coming from, and she would be there. She trotted on for several more minutes when she caught the scent of the sea. She let out a whinny and broke into a canter.
It took her a good half hour to fin a way onto a large, flat expanse of red, soft sand. When her ebony flints hit the golden-orange sand, she broke into a gallop, edging toward the sea. She threw her head and whinnied, only to slow when she caught the scent of more horses nearby. Her chocolate optic quickly scanned the landscape, finally settling on the form of a colt and a filly up ahead. Oh this would be good.
Eureka let out a louder whinny this time, and stretched her pillars into a gallop once more. The forms of the two tohers became larger and larger as she came closer and closer to them. Several strides away, she slid to a halt, almost like one of those western reining horses. |
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Post by KatiieColours on May 11, 2009 13:14:44 GMT -5
Angelo Rosso [/b][/size]
Her tiny bodice was tense with excitement as she detected another equine scent, this time a fae. Stamping a dainty dagger she barely made an imprint in the sandy ground, a quiet “knock” echoing out into the gentle sea breeze that fluttered through her silky tassels, delicate crown raised to the heavens as she pricked her copper radars, listening intently to the whispers of the wind. Her clear blue, sparkling optics flashed over the horizon, a pretty filly similar age to herself coming into focus. Parting her velveteen kissers, a sweet, innocent whinny sounded melodically out, a noise so pure it seemed to sing out throughout the surroundings, brightening the drizzling atmosphere.
Picking up and elegant canter she covered the ground swiftly, gangly legs more coordinated than they would seem, and she rapidly closed the distance between her and the other filly. A soft whicker was emitted from her copper red maw, and she slid to a stop, sand dashing through the humid air, glossy neck arched gracefully. A genuine smile crossed her smooth lips as she quietly spoke out harmoniously, “Hello there! My calling is Angelo Rosso, but please just call me Rossi. What’s your name?” her voice was still quite “young” sounding, but she didn’t care. [/center][/size] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on May 12, 2009 11:58:06 GMT -5
Ears tilted forward, as the growing colt turned his head to look at both fillies. Now, this sure was interesting. Placing a smirk on his maw, Bolin squared himself in between the two pretty things, his ears perked. When the penny colored filly spoke, brown eyes wandered over to her. "Pleasure to meet you, Rossi. I would be Bolin, son of Hannibal and Tuula." He dipped his head politely, and let his tail flick behind him. Brown eyes then went to the other filly, a pretty white and crimson horse. Ears flicked, and he stomped a hoof slightly. My, she sure did have some unusual markings to her. Bolin grew slightly uncomfortable, having two fillies near him. If only Orpheus was here to see this. Nostrils quivered at the thought of his younger twin being here, and he held back his anger. He didn't want that bastard here. Not now, not ever.
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Post by KatiieColours on May 15, 2009 17:37:20 GMT -5
Angelo Rosso [/b][/size]
Dipping her dainty crown slightly she gestured a welcome to the handsome colt that stood before her, speaking calmly out in her harmonious vocals, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Bolin” her tone crisp and sharp yet pleasant: her dam had always told her to be wary of over friendly colts yet she didn’t feel uncomfortable in this one’s presence. Allowing clear water blue optics to flash over his features she smiled faintly, shaking copper tassels she opened her delicate flares, inhaling the young stag’s scent so she would recognise him later.[/center][/size] |
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Post by Vel on May 30, 2009 13:36:51 GMT -5
E U R E K A ! Eureka watched cautiously as the other filly came closer and closer to her. Could she trust this one? The other filly seemed to be right around her age, maybe a bit younger or older, she really couldn't tell. The filly then halted and greeted her and asked for her calling. "Pleasure to meet you Rossi." she said with a bob of her crown. Her voice sounded just a bit older than Rossi's, but very similar. "I am Eureka. I know, it's not the most common name, but I like it." She told Rossi, glad to have some one to finally talk to.
Eureka startled a bit at the colt's sudden appearance. Was he that close before? Didn't seem like it, but she probably just wasn't paying any attention to him coming closer. When the colt spoke, obviously he only heard Rossi's part of the conversation, and that was just fine. Eureka gave him a small smile. "Nice to meet you Bolin. I am Eureka." she told him in a weary voice. Eureka was never one to trust quickly, especially not colts or stallions. It seemed that Rossi was a bit more at ease then she was. |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 4, 2009 11:55:08 GMT -5
Smiling faintly at the filly named Eureka, Bolin dipped his head slightly. Shifting, he let his growing tail sway behind his body, the painted coat twitching ever so slightly. "Pleasure to meet you too," Bolin said to her. His eyes went to both fillies, and he flicked his tail once more. "So, what are you two doing here? I wouldn't expect other foals to be wandering away from their parents." The multi-toned colt side-stepped, tossing his head slightly as he created a small breeze to ruffle his mane.
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Post by Vel on Jun 16, 2009 16:41:05 GMT -5
E U R E K A ! Eureka watched the colt with interest as he bowed his crown ever so slightly and his bodice move so that his small banner swayed to the opposite side of him. The filly’s audits twitched as he spoke. Being polite? Hmm, she hadn’t really expected that from a young colt, but she liked it. He was raised right. Eureka began to look away when the colt spoke again. “I am here because I like exploring.” She stated, not saying anything about her parents. They were probably dead anyway. They had chanced their lives by crossing through Time Herd territory. |
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