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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 9, 2009 21:02:33 GMT -5
I don't care,
if I never see you again. The trek up the plateau's side was exhausting, but Bolin had made it. Flicking his tail behind his body, the yearling stood at the top, staring around. The lush green grass was so inviting, and there was a soft breeze, just enough to have the grass sway. Nostrils flared slightly, and the young stallion wandered to the edge of the plateau, which looked out across the Isle, his ears flicked forward. It was a breath-taking sight, and Bolin smiled inwardly. Turning as he flicked his tail behind his dark brown and white body, the yearling headed to the large tree in the middle, the leaves casting shadows over his body as he entered the cooling shade. The Era would grow here; it was the perfect place for them! Lifting his head up to gaze into the green leaves that made up his shelter, the half-Era smiled to himself. Shaking his head, allowing his mane to fall across his face, Bolin turned once more. A nicker escaped him, loud enough to be called a claiming whinny, and he stomped a fore hoof. The Era were to prosper here, no matter what dangers faced them. Snorting, he lowered his head, nibbling on the gree grass of his newly claimed land.
characters spent - 1608
character used - BOLIN
[/size][/blockquote] BOLIN [/font][/right] |
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Post by .r e e d. on Jun 9, 2009 21:21:14 GMT -5
i've had a little bit too much much
all the people start to rush, start to rush. [/font][/center][/color] The small mare trotted through the lands, nickering faintly to see if anyone was occupying them. A paint came into the femme's view. She calls again, waiting for him.. [/color][/blockquote] where are my keys
i left my phone, phone. [/font][/center] |
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Post by camino on Jun 9, 2009 21:32:05 GMT -5
Cheza. [/size] It makes her feel close, like he's here with her almost..
Cheza had lived on this land for some time since she was seprated from her herd when her mate, Kiba, died. The chain necklace he had given her bobbed against her chest as she grazed near the forest land. She had pretty much called this labd at all-After all, for all she knew, she was the last living Wind herd horse.
Hearing a loud bugle, her ears-fox like-perked up. A horse! Maybe a rival from Fire Herd? She flew toward the noise, and slowed at the sight of a stallion. CLAIMING HER land! She snorted and trotted up to him, ears pinned. What the hell do you think your doing on my land? This land belongs to wind herd. However, she couldn't help but notice his markings...so like the Wind herds..but she was the last one..wasn't she?[/center][/color] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 11, 2009 9:37:05 GMT -5
I don't care,
if I never see you again. Hearing the call of a mare, Bolin's head lifted from the grassy ground, and he flared his nosrils. Already? Turning toward where he could see this mare, he let out a low whicker to her. But, his call as cut short when he heard the hoofbeats of another horse, another mare, and he turned his head just when this mare started speaking to him. Flicking his own ears back, the young stallion stared at the mare that called this place home. "I am here to help the Era grow, miss." His voice was low and cautious, and he glanced back over to the other mare. Tail flicking behind him, he flicked his ears forward when he heard another voice. "There is no reason to be harsh toward the lad, Miss Cheza. His intentions are good," a white stallion approached, his blue eyes watching the scene. Bolin backed up, ears flicked forward, nostrils quivering. "There is no need to fear me, young Bolin. For I am just like you, an Era." Dipping his head slightly to Bolin, Marut's eyes closed. "I am Marut, and I am here to help you bring the Era back to their former glory." Bolin looked to Cheza, and flicked his ears forward, almost as if he were asking her if she were to help him as well.
characters spent - 1805
character used - BOLIN & MARUT
[/size][/blockquote] BOLIN [/font] & MARUT[/size][/right] |
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Post by camino on Jun 11, 2009 11:34:41 GMT -5
Cheza Life is like Summer-Fun, rainy, and hot.[/center] Her shook her head as he spoke, her necklace rattling. How could this be? All the sudden, they where everywhere-To soon for her liking. I have been living her for some time, Bolin. And to be honest, I thought I was the last one.. She said shamefully, sighing. She wanted to be happy-Others! Fun, family, and friends, finally, after so long... But she feared that this herd would end up like her old one, destroyed and long forgotten. She feared for these equines lives, and her own. Could this new leader lead them to life eternal? Or only allow them to fall again? Cheza gave Bolin a nice look, and said nothing, just stood there, waiting for her life to change.[/size] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 11, 2009 12:42:18 GMT -5
I don't care,
if I never see you again. "Some of us have been hiding. My mother, Tuula, is the lead of Inferno, and an Era as well. Her other son, my twin brother, is half Era, as am I. I do not know of many other Eras, but perhaps we shall find some." Eyes watched this mare, and he then glanced to the other mare, flicking his tail, inviting her over. He glanced back to Cheza, and then noticed Marut was gone. Flicking his ears forward, he flared his nostrils, the wind suddenly rushing around him. His mother's voice was on it, and his ears pricked slightly. Knowing that Orpheus was possibly tracking their mother, the young stallion's ears flicked back. "I am sorry if I am a bit harsh about things, Cheza. I have learned things that I hadn't known, and they are irritating me." He wished to talk to his mother, but he did not know if he should use the wind to talk to her. Orpheus could possibly hear him, and that was the last thing that his mother needed at the moment.
characters spent - 1458
character used - BOLIN
[/size][/blockquote] BOLIN [/font][/right] |
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Post by camino on Jun 11, 2009 13:00:37 GMT -5
Cheza nodded. She could tell, very easily, that Bolin was worried-There was no doubting that. She wanted to help the last of her own, and now that she knew there where others, she was hopeful that maybe one of them would be Kiba. Maybe he didn't really die...But as she waited, he didn't come. So she quickly gave up that thought.
What is wrong, Bolin? As soon as she said that, she wished taht she could take it back. He looked trouble, and he wouldn't tell her anyways. She bit her lip and back up, getting out of his space. The wind was her kin, and as a steady breeze picked up, she could smell the scebt of many Era's. They where coming...[/center][/size]
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Post by .r e e d. on Jun 11, 2009 15:47:26 GMT -5
Flicking her ears, the mare looks at them through gold eyes, Bolin inviting. With a soft snort, the small mare makes her way over, much shorter than the rest. She flicks her beige and ivory tail, watching intently. The mare moves her small, light grey body somewhat between Bolin and Marut, somewhat unsure of the other mare from her display earlier. Lowering her rich gold eyes away from Cheza, diverting them to Marut and then to Bolin. 'anemone,' she announces her name softly, her voice like the breeze its self.. [/color][/blockquote] Not to happy with this post... |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 11, 2009 19:04:42 GMT -5
it's an obsession. | [/b][/size] Flicking his ears back, Bolin snorted. "My mother was in trouble. However, the danger has passed. She is with Marut, who, if you hadn't noticed, has disappeared." The young stallion turned his head to Anemone and nodded slightly. "I would be Bolin, if you haven't heard, or if the wind hasn't told you already." Smiling, he flicked his tail, and then threw his head up slightly. "So, since we are all gathered here, shall we all say that we're a herd and building up the Era? Why else would we be gathered around, except for introductions and such?" Bolin didn't like skating around the truth; getting to the fence was something he was more famous for. Stomping a hoof on the grassy soil, the young painted stallion thought about the role as leader. Would he actually be a good leader for the Era herd? He knew his mother would've been a better choice, if she were here.
horse used | bolin
characters used | 1219 [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by camino on Jun 11, 2009 19:18:52 GMT -5
'Well, Bolin, you have made a good choice of land. There are some tall mountains in the heart of the forest, where you can feel the wind stronger then anywhere else.'[/color] She said, looking to Bolin, and then to the other mare, Anemone. Cheza nodded. 'Marut seems like a kind stallion-She'll be in good hooves. I don't know any Era horses, I knew a small herd, but they whre destroyed, including my own mate.'[/color] She sighed, holding in her tears. How she missed Kiba...
The flowers, whites and purples and golds, all like little flecks of color, moving on an artists pallets. The wind, the Era horses kin, was so kind to them, flowing in a slow, rythmatic breeze, causing the scenary to bob and carry all humidity further down the rolling own the hills, which where smooth like the backs of feeding pigs, like the Hullocks of England. She grabbed a mouthful of clover and grazed patiently. She couldn't help but remember her old days as a young mare..she smiled, thinking of her past.[/size]
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Post by .r e e d. on Jun 12, 2009 8:06:03 GMT -5
Soon enough, the mare ventures away from the two, going on her own like she was for four years of her life. She stands away from them, on her own. Sighing, she flicks her tail and ventures on, going further away from Bolin and Cheza.. [/color][/blockquote] Ack. |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 12, 2009 9:12:13 GMT -5
kiss me thru the phone. | [/b][/size] Flicking his ears slightly, Bolin turned his head toward Anemone, wondering why she moved away. Tilting his head to the side, he snorted, and stomped a hoof. What else was she supposed to do? The air blew around him in a soft breeze, and he snorted. The scent of his brother was upon it, and this worried him. He knew his brother's intentions weren't good, and he knew that he'd try to harm their mother. Flicking his ears back, he turned sharply, heading over to the plateau's edge, his mane and tail blown by the wind. Eyes watched the land below, the wind still playing with the young stallion's mane and tail, small dandelion seeds floating within it. Flaring his nostrils, he lifted his head, snorting. He vowed to destroy Orpheus and his herd, and that would come in due time. Soon enough. Eyes went back to Anemone and Cheza, a small smile on his maw.
horse used | bolin
song / singer | kiss me thru the phone / soulja boy feat. sammie [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by camino on Jun 12, 2009 10:17:04 GMT -5
Cheza Given the action, feel the attraction..
[/center] Cheza sighed, looking over the herd. Bolin was, in no doubt, a vry muscular stallion that could do alot of damage in war. Anemone...was dainty. Marut, to, was muscular, and she supposed Tuula was built well to have foaled such a muscular stallion. So that was good. The more powerful horses they could get, the better chances they would have of fending off the fire herd and other herds. She was sure Anemone ould overcome her shyness to battle well. Atleast, she hoped.... 'Is your mother coming here, Bolin? We need all the members we-I mean you-can get.' She said. She kept forgetting this wasn't her land anymore, and she blushed because of it. Boy, she sure hoped Marut would come..she wanted to see him again.[/size] |
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Post by .r e e d. on Jun 12, 2009 10:23:24 GMT -5
The era stomped her striped daggar, sighing and finally deciding to come back. Setting herself in the same place she was before by Bolin, she snorts softly. 'anyone wanna run?' Anemone moved her dainty bodice slightly in front of the two, waiting. A small smile, the first she had from when she got here, played on her lips. Although she would much rather be alone, why not have a run? [/color][/blockquote] Eww... |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 12, 2009 10:26:17 GMT -5
you belong with me |Ears tilted at the sound of Cheza's voice, and his head turned to look at her. Flaring his nostrils, he pondered the thought for a moment. "Well. I believe she is. I do know she's not going back to my father's lands. If she does come here, well .. good." He didn't know what else he was supposed to say upon the matter. Sighing, he turned his head once more, listening to the wind. However, he turned around once more, facing the mare. "However, my brother is in pursuit of her, and I do not want the bastard in these lands. Even if he is an Era."
horse role played | bolin
song | you belong with me
artist | taylor swift
template | lizzeh 2009 |
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