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Post by Vel on Jul 11, 2008 22:48:04 GMT -5
Admin Edit: Sorry to move you post but you have to post in the unclaimable lands to find a herd. A R T A V A
Artava's ears flicked as she slept silently under her favriote tree, a mighty oak. She was a early riser, but her day yesterday had been hard.
This would be Artava's second day anniversary here. She wasn't a native-But a breeding mare from a horse farm in France. She was being imported to England, when the ship got caught in a voilent storm. Artava was the only one that escaped, and bravely jumped into the water. She had swam toward a island she had heard of-Isola Dei Dei.
It had to have taken 5 hours before she made it ashore. Some kind souls offered her directions to the late lands, and she galloped happily there.
But, she was to exhausted and overwhelmed to chit-chat, and she fell asleep as soon as she introduced herself. |
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Post by Vel on Jul 11, 2008 22:54:27 GMT -5
Daggers struck the ground in a rythmical three beat pace. Beautiful arabian neck arched and shook. Pure ebony form hidden in the shadows of the trees. He continued to canter onward, loving every minute of it. He swished his tail at the pesky bugs. There were too many on hot, summer days like these. Three beat gait soon slowed to a long, slow two beat trot. He soon stopped not far from a small stream of cool, clear flowing water. He walked up to it. He dipped his maw down do drink the crystal clear liquid that flowed. When he had quenched his thirst his head shot up at the sound of something nearby. His ebony orbs looked for what was making the sound. Auds flicked to search for it. He heard something a few yards in front of him. He got into a stance that would let him fight or flee. He watched. Nothing. He kept on watching. He knew something was in there. He soon let his guard down when a doe and her newly born fawn stepped out of the bushes. He nodded his head to her as a sign that he meant no harm to her or the fawn. She nodded back and walked on with her fawn. He smiled as they left. He was glad that deer did not mean any harm, for every equine would be in danger. The island had many deer on it. They were still rareluy seen though. Such elusive creatures. He had always wondered how they kept from those that would cause them harm.
Soon after the deer had left, he picked up a brisk trot. His powerful hindquarters propelled him along the groudn. He snorted and bucked, moving into a fast canter. He stayed along the water's edge. The river soon grew wider and deeper. He slowed down as a gut of warm air blew through his charcoal mane, and whipped it around his neck. The wind carried the scent of a fellow equine somewhere ahead of him. He threw his head and slowly walk on. His auds and orbs darted around looking for the other equine somewhere. He walked for about five or six minutes when their scent was stronger. He walked in the direction it ha come from. The river began to size down now. He new it was probably ending in a pond or a small lake up ahead. As he moved the trees became less dense as he neared the clearing. He stopped when he saw the form of another equine a few hundred yards away from himself. He whinnied cautiously, for he did not if they were a friend or a foe. He was ready either way.
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Post by camino on Jul 12, 2008 20:33:43 GMT -5
Artava's head shot up at the sound. Her eyes dropping from sleep, she looked around. A figure was nearby, of another horse.
She shook her head, looking around. Silently, she stood up and shook herself. Her Mocha brown coat shone like topaz, as the sun rays hit. It was early morning, and the sunrise was beautiful. The Arabian cross squinted to amke out the figure.
She stepped forward, to get a closer look. Her forelock fell over her face in curled tangles, her deep black mane tumbling down past her shoulder. Her tail almost swept the ground,a nd it was eboy black,a nd sleek. Her cream white b;aze was visible, even from where the horse was standing.
Looking over the muscular build, she figured it was a stag. Snorting, and backing up, she whinnied back.
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Post by Vel on Jul 13, 2008 0:10:03 GMT -5
Lassan watched as the mocha coloured equine got up from the ground. He could tell from the build that this equine was in fact a vixen. She had a beautiful blaze that stood out on her face, and a pitch black mane and tail that were quite long. He figured she did not mean any harm so he walked up to her.
He stopped about a metre or so from her. "Hello." He greeted her. He bowed his refined Arab head a bit to show her respect and that he did not mean any harm. He got a batter look at her up close. she was even more beautiful up close. He could also tell tht she was either an Arabian or an Arabian cross. "How are you today?" he asked her. His ebony towers flicked forward awaiting her response.
ooc// no muse
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Post by camino on Jul 13, 2008 11:39:51 GMT -5
Artava watched the ebony equine before her. With one single glance she knew he was an Arabian. She dipped her head don in respect for the stag, guessing he was lead of some herd near here.
His words where calm, and inviting. She answered quickily.
'I am Artava, you are? And, I'm fine, thanks. I'm new here...I was shipwrecked onto this island, being imported from France to Italy. I'd say it was a splash of luck, I hated being a humans horse.'
She said ever so calmly, as if she had known this horse for ages.
The fog that once drapped this area was lifting, and the heavy dew on the leaves and lush turf sparkled. The sunlight was dimmed by the trees that surronded the two equines. Artava had loved this place right when she saw it.
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Post by Vel on Jul 13, 2008 12:35:30 GMT -5
She then spoke her calling. It was Artava, such a lovely name for a lovely horse. He could tell she was from France, even before she said so. She had quite the French accent. He was a bit surprised that she knew how to speak English. He had met a gelding before from France who did not speak a bit of English, so Lassan had to speak in French to him.
"I am Lassan. It is nice to meet you Artava." he replied when she asked who he was.
So she had been a shipwreck horse. At least she was not missing the humans. Lassan had never seen a human. He was born here on this island. His parents though used to be owned by humans before they came here. He planned to keep it so he never did have to meet a human.
"Since you are new here, I am guessing that you do not have a herd yet. Am I correct?" He glanceed around the area. The early morning fog was beginning to lift, exposing the dew dampened foliage. The sun's rays were dimmed by the thick canopy of the oak trees around them, creating an eerie and magical looking scene. It was beautiful. His dark optics looked to Artava as he waited for a reply.
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Post by camino on Jul 13, 2008 13:39:54 GMT -5
Artava noticed a curious look in the stallion's eyes. She guessed at what it was.
'My mother was imported from America, to France, but spoke English. I speak English, and French, although, being around French humans and horses-I have a accent, still, you could say.'
She smiled, flicking her ears. Being so early, she was still somewhat tired, but tried not to look it. She stood up straight and tall, head level to Lassan's. Her tail was arched, and eyes bright.
A herd. Ah, yes, that would be nice. Being around other horses all her life-Yes, she'd like to be apart of one.
' I am looking for a herd, Lassan. I'm no dark, heh heh, though.' She smiled wider, at her little joke. She didn't look or act dark one bit. She was raised with kindness, and she gave it back.
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Post by Vel on Jul 13, 2008 18:13:49 GMT -5
Ah, so thats why she can speak English as well as French. She had me a bit confused at first. He thought. It all made sense to him now. His audits shot up a bit when she said she was looking for a herd.
"Well if you are interested, I am the ruler of a very large land around here. You are welcome to acompany me back to them later on today. The land is called Terra Delle Liberta which means Land of Freedom in English." He paused for a moment and looked to a crimson bird that had just flown swiftly out of the bushes. He returned his attention to Artava and began to spaek once more. "And you do not have to worry about it being a dark land. The land is for Neutrals and Lights only, so I'm almost positive you will like it there. The land is also unique. It has so many different terrains within it. It is also of a vast size. I have not even seen all of it. I do not even know where it ends. So what do you say?" He looked to her hopefully.
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Post by camino on Jul 13, 2008 18:57:32 GMT -5
Artava looked up at the sky. Puffy white clouds dotted the aqua blue sky, and the sun shone brightly, dicing light into the forest. Rays shone everywhere, hitting Artava's mocha coat. She tossed her mane, and gave a sigh. She looked deeply at Lassan, before going on.
' I'd love to join your herd, Lassan. The name sounds beautiful, and it sounds very intreasting, to. Can you tell me the names of your members? And the ranks and such? Like Lead Mare..Beta..just so I can get to know it better. '
She spoke kind of softly that time, and let her forelock cover her grey eyes. She flicked her arched tail, as if swating flies away.
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Post by Vel on Jul 13, 2008 19:36:13 GMT -5
Lassan was very pleased thar she wanted to join his herd. The light was now filling the dark woods. Lassan glanced up to the bright blue sky and the poofy clouds dotted here and there.
"Well there is River, she is the lead mare. Swift the Beta mare. Asianne and Celtic Rose are just regular herd members. As you can tell the herd is not very big at the moment. When we get there, they might not be around. They are entergetic and like to run the land. Sometimes I do not see them for a few days, but they are still wothin Terra Delle Liberta." He paused to take a breath. "Well when ever you are ready, we can make our way to Terra Delle Liberta. its about a two hour journey from here."
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Post by camino on Jul 13, 2008 19:45:15 GMT -5
Lead mare?!? Even tough Avarta had just met this stag, she had 'Fallen in Love'. He was kind, handsome..and A leader. He envied any mare that would take his heart.
But, in respect, he nodded and beared a small smile.
' River, eh? I've heard that name, I passed by two mares talking about her. Blue and White mare?'
She looked at Lassan, and away, deeper down into the forest.
' Let's go now, while it's early. Where burning day light.'
Artava tossed her head, moving her forelock to the side of her face. This way, her overgrown forelock no longer hid her cream white blaze,or her soft, stone gray eyes, that where covered in blue specks.
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Post by Vel on Jul 13, 2008 20:15:18 GMT -5
"Yes that is River. What did they say about her?" He was curious. She had not been on there isle long, so there really was not much to say about her.
"OK, lets get going." He turned and motioned for her to follow him.
ooc// sorry in a hurry
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Post by camino on Jul 13, 2008 21:20:53 GMT -5
Artava turned and walked beside Lassan. It was amazing to even be beside this handsome stag, and she was excited to be apart of his herd.
He was about 2 hands taller then she, and was very muscular. Her own build was fawn like and delicate, with muscular shoulders and hindquarters.
' all I heard was this
"Oh, yes, that River mare, the Blue and White one? Yes, I heard she became a Lead mare. No kidding! What a rags to riches story! Dressage pony to lead mare. Why, I heard she's lead mare of the--"
I didn't hear any more, I was going by very quickly.'
{{Sorry, mine is short becuase I G2G in 5 minutes.}}
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Post by camino on Jul 13, 2008 21:22:11 GMT -5
{{I just noticed I put from France to England in my first post. I meant France to Italy. Please forgive my mistake.}}
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Post by Vel on Jul 14, 2008 1:59:47 GMT -5
He listened as she told about what the other mares had said. He began to wonder how they knew River. Yes, she had been on the island for a while, but she had only been alone less than an hour upon arrival before Lassan asked her into his herd. He figured one of the other creatures, such as birds, were talking about her and another equine listened in on what they were saying, then told the other horses they met. Plus she had arrived all the way from the land the humans call Australia. "I wonder how they know her." He said more to himself than to Artava. He flicked his obsidian banner as flies land on his hindquarters as they traveled on to his land.
After about fifteen minutes of silently walking side by side, he turned his fine head to Artava and said "So what was your old home like in France with the humans?" He always liked to talk and chat when he walked with any creature. Since he did not know Artava very well he decided he should ask her about her past. He figured she would do the same. They still had a hour and a half to go before they reached the enterance to Terra Delle Liberta.
ooc// its fine
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