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Post by OH HAI SPI! on Jul 23, 2009 18:02:07 GMT -5
Forgotten Rebel sighed as she slowly walked into the unknown lands, she took a deep breath and continued on. She hated the fact that she was partially blind, but of course it could be worse. through her good eyes she looked around for any other equine, but she didn't see any. She kept walking farther and farther hoping to soon get out of this strange land. The lone equine looked around, where was she? She wished something would happen, anything. It was so boring to just keep walking and walking. She finally reached a small patch of trees and she stopped there and she looked around. It was almost all meadows, but there was a forest off in the distance, hopefully it wouldn't take her to long to get there, but first she would rest under the shade for a while.
Character Forgotten Rebel
Muse eh Okay
Word Count To Lazy to count >.>
Notes I have to get the hang of her >.<
Tag Katie
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Post by KatiieColours on Aug 2, 2009 20:46:12 GMT -5
Oscurita stepped boldly onto Allevare Mettono, knowing exactly where he was from the mixture of female and male scents that swamped the cooling air, and the 'entwined' couple he had just passed was also a pointer. He raised his noble crown to the heavens, breathing the surrounding perfumes in and trying to find one that wasn't so tainted with that of another stag, not that that would stop him. Eventually after a short while of waiting a vixen popped into his focus and he allowed his sinful orbs to swim over her figure, blinking as they took in her unusual markings. What were they? He'd never seen anything like it. Some sort of paint or something? Oh well, if she was female she'd do the job, and she was very attractive. He began to pick up his pace, moving swiftly and silently through the lush meadow, the recent rainfall making the ground quite soft. Soon he reached the femme and called out with his husky tones, "You here for a purpose fae? Because I'd be more than happy to assist you with that."
[/center][/blockquote] Oscurita = maroonDue Affrontato = grayMuse: Okay, but it's 2.45am *yawn*[/size][/font] |
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Post by OH HAI SPI! on Aug 7, 2009 15:38:03 GMT -5
Forgotten Rebel marched on but she was stopped dead in her tracks by a noise. No, not just a noise it was a voice, it was that of a brute.She watched him trot up to her through her right eye, her good eye. She turned her feminine frame so she could seem him better. Everything about him seemed to say "evil" and it made her want to run but what good would that do?' Not the purpose your thinking of, Bastard. I don't need assitance with anything so why don't you leave me alone ? Hmm ? ' She spat those words at him as her eyes filled with rage who did he think he was!? Why she was a Veggenti, not some common horse like him!
Character Forgotten Rebel
Muse eh Okay
Word Count To Lazy to count >.>
Notes rawr. bleh awful post..
Tag Katie
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Post by KatiieColours on Aug 10, 2009 17:08:37 GMT -5
A small smirk played across his amused maw as she stopped suddenly, giving him such a look of disgust and rage he almost took a step back - almost. He raised his handsome crown higher into the cool air, stretching his muscular neck to make himself appear larger, much bigger than the vixen stood before him. A low chuckle erupted from his lips as she spat back a reply to him, obviously infuriated by his entrance. Too bad. He lowered his muzzle to her flattened aud, hissing softly to her, "You can make this as easy or hard as you like, but I will get my way. So, what's it to be?" With that he swiftly dropped his cranium, about to run his velvet maw over the gentle dish of her back.
Tate growled softly, a threatening noise snapping at his chest and unfurling from his mouth like flames from a dragon, already protective of his herd members, or soon-to-be herd members. He watched the brute's every move, assessing everything he was doing; after all being a neutral he also had this side himself. With that he quietly flicked his silky forelock over his ruby orb, dimming it's satanic view on the situation. One side of him said to simply control the stag, make him go away and stop pestering the mare and the other said to grip his mind so tight he could make him go drown himself, or go crazy. His teeth clenched, noble head raised dominantly as he waited for the stag to make his final move before he acted. And there it was. His filthy maw had reached over to touch the pretty fae's frame, and that was the last straw; with a snort he moved his mind control, settling into the stag, which would probably make him go dizzy and his eyesight foggy - only time and wisdom horses could handle the telepathic control naturally and others only if they had years of practise, which he guessed this stag hadn't. Tate's smooth vocals sparked lowly through the stallion's head, "Stop right where you are Bastard. You have a choice. Walk away and never look back or be forced to do so, with some pain. SO what's it to be?" He waited silently, his mind threading through the other stag's, riffling through memories, thoughts: it was quite clear what atrocities this stag had committed, and what he thought he was about to commit. He was struggling, no match for Tate obviously, but annoying all the same so he used one of the Veggentis' darker powers... the ability to produce a noise of such a high frequency in the 'hosts' mind it renders them unable to do anything, and most writh in agony on the ground depending on the severity the time horse emitted. In this case it was just enough so the stag couldn't move. [/color]
Just as his soft muzzle was about to touch the fae's back he was stopped in his track, as if he didn't have control of his body.. as if someone else was controlling it. What the..? He tried to move his head but it didn't even budge an inch, locked into position. What was going on? He'd heard of horses with the ability to control others but he'd thought it was 'old wives tales' and a load of rubbish but now, well, he wasn't so sure. His vision began to cloud and he had the sickening sensation of pins and needles spreading throughout his head, becoming dizzy instantly and sure he would have toppled over if whatever it was that was controlling him hadn't of held him so rigid and upright. Then, a voice began to speak in his head. He could tell from his tone of voice that he wasn't one to be trifled with, but Oscurita didn't care, he would fight. The vocals gave him an option, leave, or be thrown out. He couldn't speak back as he seemed to have lost the gift of speech also, so he just stood there, struggling. Suddenly a deafening screech echoed throughout his head, rebounding off it's walls and filling every crevice with it's agonising scream, Oscurita suddenly finding his voice and shouting out, "STOP YOU BASTARD!" all he could think about was the pain, the undurable, stabbing throbs that pulsed throughout his head, and he keeled onto the soft soil, writhing like a worm with it's head chopped off, his brawny pillars scrambling at his crown as if to scratch the noise away.[/center][/blockquote] Oscurita = maroonDue Affrontato = gray and light greyMuse: Awesome! I wrote like... tons for me anyway xD[/font][/size] |
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