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Post by TARDIS on Jul 19, 2009 20:57:43 GMT -5
des·ti·ny
noun, plural
The power or agency that determines the course of events. The mare watched from the sidelines as the black stallion, who she know knew as Masquerade, was accepted into the herd. She knew who he was, but not on a personal level. She had heard about him from a couple of the mares on her journies. The stories they had to tell weren't that fantastic either.
The mare sighed and hung her large head, just wanting to rest, when she saw Fiana's eyes lock with her own brown ones. Teh Orlov Trotter then made her way to Destiny. The brindled mare didn't know what she was oing to do with her. Yell at her? Kick her out of the herd? For once in her life, she was scared of something as little as getting kicked out of a herd of 'normal' horses. She wasn't so 'normal' herself, nor was she 'pure elemental'. Destiny was a cross between two elemental herds, on of them very powerful, the Time Herd. If Fiana kicked her out, she would have to run again, from them.
The brindled mare looked up when her fellow warrior, Anil, approached her. She gave him a small smile as his velvety nose touched her rough pelt. "Hello Anil." she sai with a smal bob of her crown. "I am fine, now anyways." she said with a smile. "I'm sorry I have been away for so long Anil."
ooc\\ Sorry I haven't been on for a long time everyone. My sister and I finally got a new computer and our dad finally got a new internet service provider, so I should be on here way more. Plus school is out now. 
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Post by sibber-chow on Sept 8, 2009 0:59:17 GMT -5
Anil gave the brindle a stern glance, “you should be.” He had tried his hardest to keep his voice and demeanor firm but in the end he cracked; a wide smile was spread across his face to show that he was merely kidding as he gave the mare another gentle nudge on the shoulder. His crown rose again as he saw Fiana approaching. With a gentle bob of his crown, the buckskin retreated over towards Phantom. He stood at her side, watching over the herd as his warrior position entitled him to do. However, his orbs could not help but linger on the newest couple. Anil was not fond of Masquerade. His nares flared as he thought of what he would do to the lug if he hurt Rosabella or any of his other herd-mates. He remembered the other brindle’s condition when she came back to the herd, and he knew it was Masquerade’s work. Shaking his head, the stag glanced at Phantom, a smile replacing his former grimace at the sight of the pretty little ivory.
Fiana nodded her crown in return as Anil walked off. Rather than the harsh words that Destiny expected, the mare simply said, “welcome back. You should rest up and stick around the lands – there is war on the horizon, and our herd needs all of its members to fight off the Zunden.”
Bullet had become bored with chasing his idiotic sister, and his attention quickly focused on the equine of most interest here – Ayven. Ayven looked much more like the reflection he saw in the water than Torchwood did. Orbs narrowed as the small colt stalked towards Ayven.
It took Char a minute to realize that her brother was no longer in pursuit, and she pulled to a sudden halt. The filly glanced around, turning her head from side to side and blinking. What was there to do now? Oh yes! She could see if the new people wanted to play! The little filly frolicked over towards Rosabella and Masquerade letting out a shrill whinny to get the attention of the slightly larger equines. “Hey! My name is char! Who are the two of you?” The yearling wore a broad smile as she stared between the two searching for her answers.
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Post by .r e e d. on Sept 8, 2009 19:21:53 GMT -5
post coming tomorrow.
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