|
|
Post by KatiieColours on Sept 26, 2009 16:59:08 GMT -5
Omen.
Omens can be both good and bad. An almost inaudible sigh escaped satin kissers as they inhaled shallowly the salty air around herself, indigo hued pelt glistening with flecks of sand from her arrival onto this new-to-her land. From what she'd seen so far it wasn't too bad, although she'd stayed mainly in the sands of the beach and she enjoyed the solitude it gave her: it felt, different. As if she'd never been alone before. But that was the thing, she couldn't remember anything of her past. It was as if her past memories and thoughts were locked in a pandoras box in her head. A tiny shiver galloped up her spine, and she snorted softly, trying to think, think, think. The only things she remembered were her name, Omen, the fact that she was 'different', and a face; a distinctively green hued face. She remembered the basic things, such as her past lands, but no equines what so ever apart from that one - it was scary.
Stunning head raised to the heavens, pretty face impassive, almost a little drained - still, her petite bodice showed little signs of this, being femininely muscled and sleek coated, silken strands of her coal and indigo banner flowing freely in the bitter autumn wind that strolled across the rolling waves. Fatigue racked her slightly frail frame, the fight for life to make her way to this island from wherever she had come from before in the raging seas had literally sucked the life from her, the physical side anyway. Her mental strength was going strong as ever, and she barely felt the aches in her weary body.
She could always tell when she was going to have one of her 'insights' as she liked to call them, as she became light headed and dizzy, like the ground beneath her onyx daggers was drifting away as effortlessly as the wind. Next came the pitch darkness, and the floating sensation as if she'd lost contact with the ground. Then. The vision.
Snarling, teeth, blood. Fur. Dark fur. Tail. Claws. Wolf. Electric blues eyes. Blood red tongue. Howling, howling howling, howlingg..... She awoke suddenly, metres away from where she had been stood and flat out on the floor, a thin layer of perspiration coating her glossy pelt. Standing up she was covered in sand, glittering purple orbs rolling into the back of her head with her need for sleep, deciding she would do something to wake her up, some sort of physical pain that would plant her to the ground. The howling continued to ring through her ears, but that wasn't what she was worried for - the howling of a wolf was supposed to be an omen of the death of something near, and that showed there was danger nearby.
Breathing was still shallow as she strode towards the thrashing waves of the sea, stepping confidently into it's depths, not caring that she could feel the cold numbing her fetlocks, then her knees, then the whole on her legs, then her barrel; she eventually stopped, closing her weary orbs as she felt the cold overcome her, dragging her down, down, to it's depths, never to resurface.
[/color][/blockquote] Muse} Really good. I rambled alot, so sorry if the content isn't so great.
Word Count} 526
Note} This is my new mare Omen. To get to the point, she has visions of 'omens' to help her to foresee any danger/good luck etc coming her way. I'd like her to be claimed, if that's alright, but please dont use her as just a brood, if that's alright.[/size][/font][/color] |
|
|
|
Post by sibber-chow on Sept 26, 2009 18:38:25 GMT -5
ORPHEUS °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° He had been watching her in the shadows for a while now; his coat palomino coat with its white splotches blended in better in these sandy beaches than it ever did anywhere else. That wasn’t the only reason he assumed she hadn’t spotted him though. It could be that he was standing atop a ledge of the mountains around the sandy beaches – too high for her to see easily. Further, he had kept the wind from blowing in her direction. Ah, that was the truest beauty of being an Era; unless it was another Era, he could make it nearly impossible for himself to be scented at a distance.
The mare before him looked strained, her feminine body swaying with a weary movement that he had seen before. Orpheus assumed she must have just arrived from a long journey; her fatigue and frail frame were his only real clues. When her crown rose to the heavens, the stag ducked back, slithering through a rocky trail down the mountain path. The hunter did not yet want the mare to see him. He was merely scouting new members, but he really wished to survey them before approaching them with the opportunity to join his ever growing herd. A smile crossed his lips as he thought about how quickly his herd was growing. He only needed one or two more mares and another stag for it to really be complete. He already had a few members from his father’s reign – well those who had remained. Orpheus did not really know the count of how many there were. But, he knew there was Desert Rose, Cheza, Windy, and the pregnant Bess.
The stallion shook his head free from the thoughts, attention turning back to the mare. He was now on the sandy beaches and where was she? With shock, he looked around only to find the purple-hued mare lying in the sand. He did not approach the mare while she was down though; it would be too easy – she was vulnerable. Instead, he waited at a distance until she stood back up.
As she waded into the waters, Orpheus neared closer. He ventured to the edge of the shoreline, the gentle waves tossing onto his forelegs. “A bit cold out to be going for a swim, don’t you think?” He muttered loud enough for her to hear, although his eyes were focused on the water hitting his hocks.°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Sword of Omens, come to me.
Your eye opens so you can see. iNSPiRATiON; [I’m Lion] [by Relient K] word-count; ; [404][/size][/font] |
|
|
|
Post by KatiieColours on Sept 26, 2009 19:49:10 GMT -5
Omen.
Omens can be both good and bad. The cold bit at her limbs with a coldness like paralyzing poison, demobilising them. Just as her consciousness was fading; a fog clouding her vision; the sound of the angry waves battering against her losing volume; a voice pierced through her mind, the lyrics musical yet with such a cold edge she almost shivered, though not from the freezing waters, the sound drifting to her drooping radars as if it was being carried on the wind as a passenger. Suddenly she was back to her usual self, striking purple orbs snapping open and staring coldly to the source of the noise, body no longer weak and shivering, but head raised dominantly. She began to wade back to the shore, lithe bodice moving fluidly even though it was ice cold. Without even a glance at the stallion she strode past, body shaking to remove the loose salt water and to generate some heat, coat stained to a deep indigo. After she had put a little distance between them she turned back to face him, eyes bitter and showing none of the naiveté that a just turned three year old should. The world had toughened her, and her orbs showed the pain she’d endured and no longer felt, no longer remembered. Still, it had left an imprint on her heart, changed her permanently.
Omen nearly forgot he was there she was so deep in thought but eventually she was brought back to the present, and her satin maw opened to reply, “Maybe. I hardly feel the cold anymore.” her lyrics were curt and clear, with the ability to be sweet and melodic but they had hardened over time, just as she had. She must have appeared quite eccentric, but then again the stallion didn’t seem so normal himself - she’d already given him the ‘once over’. Still, who was she to judge?
[/color][/blockquote] Muse} Okay, sorry if the content is a bit rubbish but i'm knackered haha xD
Word Count} 310
[/size][/font] |
|
|
|
Post by sibber-chow on Sept 26, 2009 20:29:30 GMT -5
ORPHEUS °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° A smirk donned his kissers as Orpheus heard the mare wading towards him through the waters. He lifted his crown, laughing light as she held her head up in dominance. He made no comment for now, merely watching the dainty figure as she made some distance between them. Orpheus turned his body to face her, icy orbs narrowing slightly as she spoke. It appeared every mare he chose had some sort of complex. The thought made another low chuckle leave his chords. He couldn’t say much, he definitely had some own issues with his past.
“No need to be so harsh,” he cooed, his voice betraying his normally icy vocals. Slowly, he trekked through the sandy turf and closer to the mare. His head wasn’t held at a threatening manner, feeling no need to assert his dominance yet. Curiosity wailed within him, along with other emotions, for the mare. He would not invite her into his herds just yet. He had to evaluate what assets she could bring to the herd. Sure, she was quite the beauty, but he already had a few mares that could be used as a brood. He was looking for more than just that now. He needed horses with valuable skills or strong will to fight. “I came merely to chat with you; I don’t bite,” okay, so he was lying a little, but he needed to get her to open up to him if only just a little.°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° B-b-b-bruises cover your arms,
shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm. iNSPiRATiON; [Don’t Trust Me] [by 3OH!3] word-count; ; [244] O°C || Blergh, I kind of ran out of muse on this post - the next will better! xD[/size][/font] |
|
|
|
Post by KatiieColours on Sept 27, 2009 7:14:00 GMT -5
Omen.
Omens can be both good and bad. A scowl itched to reveal itself apon her mouth as he smirked, but she held it back, face clear of emotion - although her eyes did noticably darken, glinting like indigo gems. Her cranium snapped to face him as he sn.iggered softly, the sound and image looking so distorted it was almost unreal, as if such a sinister seeming stag could not produce the carefree noise. Maybe she'd misjudged him. Or maybe her first impression was correct. Who knows?
She shivered slightly as his eyes narrowed, not knowing whether it was from the cold or simply a reaction she had from his scrutinizing glare. As his vocals reached her pricked radars she c.ocked her pretty head to one side, a small smile tugging at her velveteen kissers as he approached, the soft sound of crunching sand filling her auds. She stayed perfectly still, standing her ground, although when she noticed his relaxed body language she breathed out deeply, dainty frame loosening from it's tense posture - she didn't feel threatened in his presence, although she supposed that could change. Still, he'd made no negative move towards her yet, so she'd give him the benefit of the doubt.
As he spoke again Omen chuckled quietly, tossing her crown slightly and allowing the soft tassels of her mane to tumble over her gently arched neck, a smile appearing on her maw as she spilled forth her voice, "I find that hard to believe, somehow." Her vocals had entirely changed from before: now they revealed some of the sweet undertones, the noise drifting through the cool air like a lullaby, a gentle twinkling, but still there was a slight edge like the blade of a knife, waiting under cover.
Two could play at this game.
[/color][/blockquote] Muse} Moderate, could be longer.
Word Count} 292
Note} Ah, no worries, my muse has been a little lacking recently too. We need muse potions! 
[/size][/font][/color] |
|
|
|
Post by sibber-chow on Sept 30, 2009 15:32:21 GMT -5
ORPHEUS °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° ORPHEUS SMILED SLIGHTLY AS SHE TRIED HER HAND AT HIS GAME; PERHAPS SHE WOULD BE A GOOD MEMBER FOR HIS HERD AFTERALL. HER PAST HAD OBVIOUSLY LEFT HER A DARK, AND SHE SEEMED WILLING TO HUMOR HIS GAMES. HE COULD ONLY HOPE THAT SHE KNEW THAT HE ALWAYS WON.
THE STAG TOOK A FEW CAUTIOUS STEPS TOWARDS THE MARE, HEAD HELD AT A LOW LEVEL EVEN NOW. HE STILL DIDN’T WANT TO SPOOK HER TOO MUCH ALTHOUGH IT WASN’T LIKE SHE WAS GOING TO GIVE HIM TOO MUCH OF A FIGHT IN HER CURRENT CONDITION. HE MAULED OVER THE IDEA FOR A MOMENT BUT DECIDED TO TOSS IT DOWN. AT THE MOMENT, HE ALREADY HAD SOME MEMBERS IN HIS HERD AGAINST THEIR WILL. IF SHE ABIDED HE HOPED TO GAIN HER AS A LOYAL MEMBER WILLING TO FIGHT FOR THE HERD’S FUTURE. AND, IF SHE DID NOT ABIDE… WELL, FOR HER SAKE HE HOPED THEY WOULD NOT CROSS THAT BRIDGE, FOR HE PERSONALLY ENJOYED IT WHEN HE HAD A CHALLENGE TO DEAL WITH; IT REMINDED HIM OF THE DARK BLOOD THAT COURSED THROUGH HIS VEINS.
ICY ORBS BRIGHTENING FROM THEIR ONCE NARROWED STANCE, CONTINUED TO STUDY THE MARE AND HER INTERESTING PELT. HIS VELVETY MAW REACHED OUT TO CARESS THE MARE’S NECK IF SHE WOULD ALLOW. “AH, YOU DOUBT ME? “ LAUGHING SLIGHTLY, ORPHEUS NODDED HIS CROWN IN AGREEANCE. “I CANNOT SAY I BLAME YOU. BUT, YOU CAN HONESTLY BELIEVE I WOULD NOT HARM YOU WITHOUT PROVACATION, MARE. NOW, DEAR, DO TELL ME YOUR NAME.” HE FLASHED HER ANOTHER CHARMING SMILE, BEFORE TAKING A STEP BACK TO GIVE HER ROOM. “MINE IS ORPHEUS,” HE OFFERED. “AND, I WOULD BE MORE THAN WILLING TO OFFER YOU A TOUR OF THE ISLAND; EVEN A HOME. AFTERALL, IT CAN BE QUITE DANGEROUS WANDERING THESE LANDS ALONE. YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT KIND OF CREATURE WOULD TRY TO SCOOP YOU UP.” HE COULDN’T HELP BUT CLUCK OUT A SLIGHT LAUGH AT HIS LAST WORDS, KNOWING ALL TOO WELL THAT HE WAS PROBABLY THE MOST DANGEROUS CREATURE IN THE AREA TO HER.°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° GIVE ME A HELL, GIVE ME A YEAH!
STAND UP RIGHT NOW! iNSPiRATiON; [HELL YEAH] [by REV THEORY] word-count; ; [346] [/size] [/font] |
|
|
|
Post by KatiieColours on Oct 22, 2009 16:33:19 GMT -5
Omen.
Omens can be both good and bad. The vixen's ivories clenched together slightly as he grinned like a razorblade, a gesture that looked so incorrect on his clearly dark features that an involountary shiver ran up Omen's petitely framed spine, yet she still didn't step away. It's a strange world after all, being attracted to something you know you shouldn't. Something so dangerous it looks as if he could devour you with less than a simple glance. Still, she didn't think this stag would try and force her - after all, if that had been his purpose surely he would have already tried his wicked ways; it wasn't as if she could put up a fight, and this rogue gave the impression he wasn't used to loosing.
His bitter orbs continued to caress over her fatigued bodice, giving the young fae the sickening feeling that she was an exhibit in a zoo, although she gazed confidently back at the stag, maintaining the eye contact. She snorted softly as his soft maw closed the distance between them, indigo tinted tassels tumbling gently over an innocent orb, stiffening up slightly as his satin kissers brushed against her silk pelt. Trust wasn't an asset that came naturally to her.
A slightly sarcastic smile graced the kissers of the fae in response to the stallion, velveteen vocals spilling forth, "Well, you haven't exactly given me reason to doubt you as of yet, but i'll be damned if that's to change." A low chuckle reverbarated from her parted lips before she continued, "Why should I grace you with my calling, young sir?" but after one glance of his charming smile she spoke out again clearly, "Omen. Omen is my name."
His name rang a bell in her mind, sure she'd heard of the name before.. Orpheus. Orpheus. Hmm, maybe she remember later.
She graciously accepted the tour of the island with a gentle nod of her feminine crown but stifled a giggle after his final comment, "Yes, there are some dangerous freaks out there, aren't there?" with a tiny wink in his direction.
[/color][/blockquote] Muse} Moderate
Note} Sorry for taking so long to reply D:
[/size][/font][/color] |
|
]
