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Post by fringe on Apr 25, 2009 22:43:45 GMT -5
Fox
When the lights go down in the city
And the sun shines on the bay Fantastic. This was just bloody fantastic. Here he was wandering around some valley on some island only God knows where, away from his family, friends and owners. Could it get any better? First he had been on a ship that was transporting him from Italy to Saudi Arabia, when the engines had a major malfunction and exploded, Fox being the only one to survive the ordeal. He swam for a good hlaf hour before he seet hoff on some beach, late into the night. He had blindly stumbled through the woods, only to find himself in this seeminly empty valley when dawn broke.
The sky was now a light ornage and pink colour, making the lighting and shadows in the valley look surreal. Forgetting his predicament for a moment, Fox glanced around and realised how beautiful this place actually was. A thought then struck him. What if he was the only equine on the island? What if he was the only living creature? What if he was never found and had to live the rest of his life here? He was only six and the bay National Show Horse stag had a long way to go before dying. He halted on a small hill and looked to the sun oeaking over the mountain tops. He sighed and dropped his head to eat. He really was hungry. Maybe if he got lucky, another equine would stumble upon him as he grazed. Wouldn't that just be lovely? |
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Post by Magic on Apr 26, 2009 18:36:47 GMT -5
Crypt 'O Night
Shadows can play with your mind. Nothing else.
The large obsidian stag trotted purposefully into Belle Valle. He'd come here last winter, and this was his third visit, counting when he was a loner. With his fine pallet held high, he scoped the terra with his amber orbits. Maybe he'd claim another ungulate, maybe he wouldn't. With the circumstances, Night thought Lassan wouldn't mind it if he brought an equine back with him. It was summer and food was plentiful.
In the distance a dark bay brute was visible. He continued down the slow of a hill and towards the henna beast. With a calm snort, he slowed to a walk and then finally to a stop. The other patron was only a few meters away, so he spoke. "Greetings, stag. I am Night, beta of Terra Delle Liberta." He paused, then went on. "What is your calling, sir?" He questioned with interest. The lad appeared to be of some sort of fine blood, that was obvious. But what were his beliefs? If Hell was his friend then Night would not be. The jet stud stood and waited for a reply. |
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Post by fringe on May 1, 2009 22:06:19 GMT -5
Fox
Are we human?
Or are we dancers? The bay looked up when he heard the hoofbeats of another equine. His liquids focused on the obsidian stag coming toward him. He looked to be a Friesian or of Friesian heritage. Fox shook his skull, sending his black mane on the other side og his neck. Hopefully this stag was friendly and could help him out a bit.
Fox tensed a bit as the stag grew nearer. Fox then relaxed when the stag halted and introduced himself as Night, the Beta Stag of what he assumed was a herd around here. The black then asked for his calling. "Fox" he said with a nod of head crown, greeting Night. "My callin' is Fox" he replied with a thick Scottish accent.
He glanced around the valley once more before his orbs settled on the Friesian once again. "S'cuse me sir, but t'be honest, I don't have a clue as to where I am, if y'could be so helpful." he said, rather embarrassed that he had to ask where on Earth he was. |
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Post by Magic on May 11, 2009 19:27:50 GMT -5
Ooc: Pardon my muse blank.
Night listened to Fox, then nodded. He could easily tell that he came from the Scottish descendant. "Of course, Fox. Right now you're in Belle Valle, the claiming grounds of Isola Dei Dei, the isle that you're standing on." He paused, then let the corners of his velvety kissers tug up in a warm smile. "You seem new to Isola Dei Dei. If you wish, then you are welcome to join me on my way back to Liberta." He offered kindly. Terra Delle Liberta had a scarce amount of studs. It was clear that Lassan could keep the herd alive just with himself, but another stag would add new lines. That would be good, wouldn't it?
The well-muscled brute stood and waited for a response. He would not wait till kingdom come, but he would surely stay put until he got a defiant answer from the stag named Fox.
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Post by fringe on May 13, 2009 16:10:27 GMT -5
OOC.. It's fine. =) My internet is down anyway. I'm at the library right now. My dad better get it fixed soon.
Fox watched the much larger horse with interest as he spoke. Belle Valle was the name of the place on which he was standing. It sounded very Italian, but then again, what would he know about it? It could very well be Spanish or Portuegese. The island also had an interesting name, Isola Dei Dei. That sounded very Italian to him.
Optics returned to the ebony stag when he told Fox that he could come back to a land called Liberta with him. Fox figured that it might be a good idea, at least until he felt he was ready to be on his way again. The Show Horse bobbed his dished crown and said, "Would be a pleasure if I could come back with you." Fox had always been taught to be polite. After all, he used to spend his time with humans and fancy horses all over the country for shows.
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Post by Magic on Jul 5, 2009 17:17:29 GMT -5
Crypt 'O Night
Shadows can play with your mind.
Nothing else.
With a nicker, the ebony stag tossed his head in the direction of Terre Delle Liberta and began to walk slowly. "Very well then. Follow me and we shall be there in a minutes walk." He looked back to make sure that the bay was coming, and sped up. First thing Night wished to do was introduce Lassan to the newcomer and get them aquainted. It would be awful and unneccesary for the Lead to stumble upon Fox and feel a threat. He was a stallion, so it was more likely to happen then it would be for a mare.
As the bulky hessian entered his homelands, he looked back at Fox and spoke "And this is Terra Delle Liberta." His used his neck to usher the mahgony equine ahead. Night hoped that this stud, Fox, would enjoy the sights and sounds of Liberta. Everyone did.
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Post by fringe on Jul 18, 2009 17:55:47 GMT -5
Fox snorted and follwed the ebony stallion to his homelands. Would the lord of the land take such an 'average' sta like himself. Fox then wondered if any of the strange coloured horses rumoured to raom the isle would be in this Lassan's herd. Maybe Lassan was one himself, but what did Fox know, he was just a stranded victim on this island.
The stag stared at the land in amazement. It was breath taking. He suddenly foudn himself being ushered forth by Night. The ebony was probably taking him to go and see the leader of the land. Fox smiked. Hopefully the leader wouldn't get all bent out of shape about another stag coming onto his grounds wanting to join that herd. Where Fox came from, that was a threat.
ooc || Should I post in liberta then?
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Post by Magic on Jul 22, 2009 15:16:36 GMT -5
Ooc: Yep. That'd be perfect.
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