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Post by dezperation on Sept 13, 2009 19:46:18 GMT -5
windy
...... It was the first morning since Windy's arrival at Inferno Su Terra. She had not yet met any of the horses, for she when Orpheus brought her to the territory the day before no one was about. She wandered towards the center of the lands, finding herself at the edge of the lake. She pondered if she should bathe here or find another location, for her pelt was sure to be filthy. Amazing Orpheus had even bothered to look at her.
Self conciously, she waded herself into the pond's cool waters. Small ripples fled from her body, inturrupting the serene stillness of the pond's surface. Particles of grime and dust washed off her pelt.
Windy stepped onto the shores of the lake, shaking herself. Her hide lay slick against her bones, darkened to a dark brown hue from the water. The marking on the middle of her forehead was a stark white compared to her dark head. The fae swung her head sharply from side to side, flinging dropplets of water from her dreads. She shuddered violenty as the autumn air struck her dripping body in a harsh gust of wind. She teetered, jaws slightly ajar to allow a warm stream of breath into the air. |
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Post by sibber-chow on Sept 13, 2009 20:14:16 GMT -5
ORPHEUS °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° The stallion raised his crown as the sound of the water’s disturbance hit his auds. With a disgruntled snort, Orpheus rose from his former position – lying in a pile of fallen autumn leaves. The grand hellion did not bother to even shake his coat free of the debris before heading towards the sounds that had woke him from a rather decent slumber. Icy orbs glared ahead as he stomped forth, arriving at the small clearing all too soon. Once he got there, he found his gaze lighten considerably at seeing it to merely be Windy, his newest recruit. “I see you have made yourself at home,” parted his lips as he walked over towards the bay. “You had best be careful in those cool waters with the seasons change. It would not fair me too well to have my newest member die of frostbite,” he taunted before leaning his bodice into her drenched one to provide her with warmth. “Next time, I would suggest using one of the hot springs, they are harder to locate, but provide a much more relaxing soak.”°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°
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Post by dezperation on Sept 14, 2009 15:23:05 GMT -5
windy
....... The mare gave herself another shake, attempting to rid herself of the chilly water. She stood at attention as rapid hoofbeats neared her. She drank in the musky scent of a stag, slightly familiar...
Orpheus! She diped her head as he stepped into her range of sight. She must memorize his scent.
Windy giggled as he spoke of her death, and gratefully leaned against his large, warm body.
Ah, yes, the hot springs.
Don't I look smart. She thought smugly.
"Good idea." She murmured with a coy smile. |
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Post by sibber-chow on Sept 14, 2009 15:50:18 GMT -5
ORPHEUS °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Orpheus’s ears twitched slightly as he felt the mare lean into his warm pelt; even in the few moments she had been out of the water, the chilly air had considerably lowered her body temperature. It was quite the contrast to the large stallion’s own temperature. As she spoke, his gaze cast on Windy. There was an odd look on the stag’s face as he saw the coy little smile on the mare’s features.
Orpheus suddenly found himself visibly perplexed. He retreated away from the mare all too quickly, launching his bodice so that his rump was too her. A loud grunt escaped him, the warm air from his nostrils visible in the chilly morning air. As the hessian found himself pacing the wilting grasslands, he tossed his crown into the air from time to time. He seemed to have completely abandoned recognition of the mare’s presence.
It was her timid little smile that had set him off – it showed that regardless of how shy she was, she was still pleased. First Cheza, then this mare… Orpheus was so used to rejection for his action, for his manipulations, and for his maliciousness, yet both of these mares wanted to accept his ways. They were happy with these ways! Heck, he had even attacked Cheza and that did not repel her! He did not understand. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°
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Post by dezperation on Sept 14, 2009 16:18:13 GMT -5
windy
....... The essa felt so utterly at ease. She had finally found a home, and a friend at that! She exhaled heavily, producing a soft sigh of relief. Windy allowed her eyelids to droop in weariness.
Where there was once warmth was now the crisp air. Windy, having been supporting herslf on Orpheus's shoulder, swayed dramatically to one side. Her lids flew open, revealing shocked copper orbs. The fae stumbled, but caught herself bowed down on one knee before she hit the ground. Windy jerked back her skullary, sweeping her long forelock from her eyes. She stared after Orpheus, not bothering to raise herself from the awkward position on the ground. One knee pressed into the hard, frosted ground. When the moment of shock passed, Windy wet her kissers. She blinked, lowering her injured gaze to the ground. She felt ill.
What happened?
The fae let her hind end collapse, and pulled all legs to her body. She tucked her maw close to her chest, but couldn't bring herself to close her eyes. Silently, the mare stared at the golden red leaves that lay on the floor of the world, concentrating on her deep, even breathing. |
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Post by sibber-chow on Sept 16, 2009 20:04:32 GMT -5
ORPHEUS °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Orpheus found his lips quivering as he huffed and puffed about in his rage. Another snarled ripped through his face as he was all too oblivious of the mare’s condition. He had missed her stumble. He had missed her shock. He had missed her lying down, retreating from him in her slumber. That was, until a deep breath hit his ears. The stag could not be sure what about the heaving breath had knocked him out of his tantrum, but it had none the less. With teeth bared, he cast his attention towards the mare. Rage seeped in his veins, not particularly at her, but at his inability to be clear – to understand who he really was.
The stag managed to make it to her side before the confusion onset again. He had approached to lash out at the female – to vent his rage. But, then, he froze. He could not harm the sleeping mass. What had she done to upset him? Nothing. It was himself that his rage was aimed for. Tossing his crown, the hessian turned on his heel. He had to get out of here and vent his rage before he lost control. He would be back soon enough, and the mare was asleep so she surely would not miss him.°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° He’s not the perfect boy.
At all. iNSPiRATiON; [the perfect boy] [by the cure] word-count; ; [214] ' O°C | | I was thinking to keep this thread alive a little longer I could have Orpheus run off. While he is out, I plan for him to find another member to bring back, but that is all circumstantial. But, if he does bring someone else back that will give us some more participants and more to go with and stuff… /ramble.  [/size] |
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Post by dezperation on Sept 17, 2009 18:04:51 GMT -5
windy
...... The fae's delicate eylids blinked open, fluttering her long lashes. Her pupils retracted then widened, trying to focus in the bright lighting of her surroundings. As they did, Windy picked up her skullary, slowly gazing solomnly from left to right. There was no panic, no questioning of where she was. The scent of Orpheus had reminded her as soon as she had woken. His scent was stale. She guessed at him making his appearence after she had fallen under sleep's spell. That was one thing she could not recall, falling asleep.
Windy felt almost smug, but contented. Her anger with Orpheus was mild. Dumb, hormonal stallion. She smiled wryly to herself. With a sigh, the huntress lifted her frail body from the ground. The air was not as crisp this morning, pleasing her.
Usually, Windy's temper was hot...Perhapes it was the beauty of this land that had her intoxicated. She flared her nostrils, shaking her pelt.
Feeling that must be the situation, Windy urged herself into a slow, leiserly trot. As she decended down the hills and towards the forests bordering the territory, her pace quickened and her mind cleared.
Still, she felt no ill will against Orpheus. Ugh. She was dissapointed with herself. No rebellious, drastic, stupid thoughts?
Who have you become, Windy? The mare snorted, trotting on. She gathered herself, and leapt lithely over a fallen log. The impact from the land jolted her. It also started her thoughts running.
Perhapes she'd leave. No. no that wouldn't work. It was just a little mistake. Perhapes she'd quit the role of sucking up to him and try on her old costume of smirks and taunts. Hm.
It was a thought. And one that appealed to Windy very much so.
Pleased, the mare turned back and slowly strolled towards Orpheus's lands.
How can I ever try to be better?
Nobody ever lets me in...
You treat me just like another stranger,
well it's nice to meet you, sir.
I guess I'll go.
Songs...The Outside-Taylor Swift; Ignorance-Paramore [/quote] |
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 24, 2009 15:51:50 GMT -5
Bess~
Life's a game but its not fair
I break the rules so I don't care
Finally. The mare heaved a sigh. It had been a long and silent trip back from Belle Valle with no less tension than what had been exhuded during their fight. The lands of Inferno lay before them. Her temper was still slightly heated, but his blow had subdued her for now. Ice cold occs scanned the horizon, gazing at her new home. The air didn't seem as peaceful as their previous location, but there was that ever present reminder that she was in dark lands once more, which excited her. Pillars slowed minutely, falling behind Orpheus's lead. Harks shifted, listening for other members. She was sure that he must have other equines already here, her delicate nares picked out their scents. Some stronger than others. It was as if some had long since gone while others remained. They continued farther in and she wondered as to where they were going. Surely he had a plan for her? [/left] So I keep doin' my own thing
Walkin' tall against the rain [/color][/font] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Sept 25, 2009 2:58:43 GMT -5
ORPHEUS °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Orpheus snorted as they entered the charred regions of his lands. Windy’s scent was fresh causing the stag’s head fling into the air. He scanned the terra, nostrils flaring with each passing glance he gave the regions. His pace had slowed considerably as he searched the direction her scent was headed, and he found himself relieved that the aroma was stronger as he went closer to the forests. At the same time, he knew she had been this way recently. Was she thinking of leaving? Orpheus’s ears flicked back and he quickened his pace again. He had to find her.
Fortunately, growing up in these terrains left Orpheus familiar with the lands – he found Windy rather quickly with a little guidance from the wind, of course. Pulling to a stop, Orpheus whuffled lightly to gain Windy’s attention before glancing behind him. He had to make sure that Bess had actually followed him after being so preoccupied when he entered his turf. “Bess, this is Windy. Windy… Bess.” Orpheus stepped aside so that the mares could get acquainted with each other; he was curious how the two would get along. However, that curiosity pushed aside for a new interest. After his first mating, Orpheus found himself thirsty for more. His icy orbs observed Windy’s every curve, with a whole new interest now flooding his veins. He had to force himself to look away and not mount her then and there. The stag fought internally as he lowered his head to the dying grasses below for a nibble.°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° i think
i should know
HOW
to make love to
something innocent
without leaving my
fingerprints out
NOW
L-O-V-E's
just anotherword
i never learned
to pronounce.
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 26, 2009 19:02:11 GMT -5
Bess~
Life's a game but its not fair
I break the rules so I don't care
The pair continued on into the forest, the hunter apparently was following the trail of one of his herd members. A fea, as far as Bess could tell. Soon, their prey's form appeared amongst the flora and fauna of the forest. Lids creased at the edges as she eyed the mare they were approaching. She had no reason yet to trust any of the members of the herd, and as it wasn't entirely her decision to come here, she wouldn't be comfortable for a little while trusting others. Her answering vocals weren't harsh, but weren't overly friendly either. Hello. It was a simple enough greeting. Beside her she noticed Orpheus intentionally absorb his attention in eating. Both orbs rolled in her skullary. Stags. They were all the same. Well at least she had confidence enough in the fact that she was carrying his foal and that there would probably be more to come. Her thoughts drifted back to Belle Valle and she found it hard to keep her focus on Windy. Her heart sped faster in response to her desire, but with a quiet snort and a shake of her dome, she released the fantasy. Already she could imagine the foal within her belly. Within a couple of months, her form would be curved with its presence. [/left] So I keep doin' my own thing
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Post by dezperation on Oct 16, 2009 19:55:29 GMT -5
windy
...... Windy halted as Orpheus approached her.
A tight smirk twisted the fae's kissers, her light buttery gaze even. She did not answer to either's words, for her own tongue burned with sharp remarks. Catching Orpheus's gaze on her, Windy's gaze flashed. Coyly, she kept her radiar's forced foreward. A sigh hissed through her clenched teeth.
Windy turned shoulder quickly, walking away. She was careful to keep her step casual as she paced into the unknown. She was yet to know her way around this cursed land, and in truth she was disliking it more by the moment. Her ears began to ring now as the fae ground her teeth, stepping into a stiff trot.
I hate this. She insisted, infuriated with Orpheus and his ugly lands. She pitied this Bess, whom appeared as a kind, innocent soul.
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