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Post by camino on Jun 12, 2009 10:31:45 GMT -5
Cheza I'm like a ringleader, I call the shots, I'm a like a firecracker, I make it hot...[/center] She nodded. His brother, a bastard? She had known of horses that called there siblings annoying, but never had she known one that hated there sibling so bad as Bolin. Had something happened between them? Maybe he stole Bolin's mate or something? She didn't really feel it was her buissness..but she couldn't help it. She had to ask. 'What has he done to make you hate him? Surely he cannot be that bad....' She said innocently. Oh boy, if only she knew......[/size] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 12, 2009 10:45:59 GMT -5
you belong with me |Smiling at Anemone, Bolin bobbed his head slightly. "In a little, we can run all we want. I want to rest; I've been running for the past few days." He wuffled slightly, and then looked to Cheza, his ears flicked back. She wanted to know about Orpheus? Smirking, the stallion stomped his hoof on the grassy ground, and clenched his jaw. "Well, my brother takes after my father, Hannibal. He is dark at heart, and cares about nothing but himself. He doesn't get that the darkness shall fall to the Light." He stomped his hoof again, and flared his nostrils, ears tilted back slightly.
horse role played | bolin
song | you belong with me
artist | taylor swift
template | lizzeh 2009 |
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Post by .r e e d. on Jun 12, 2009 10:51:48 GMT -5
In defeat, light grey ears flicked back. Liquid gold eyes flickered as she turned to go back to be alone, let them be by them selves. She descended into a canter, beige and ivory tail streaming as she ran, a smile on her lips. The wind through her mane, she nickers softly, the breeze carrying her soft call through the air.. [/color][/blockquote] EW. |
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Post by camino on Jun 12, 2009 10:56:11 GMT -5
--Take a look at me so you can see.. [/center][/color] Cheza nodded, feeling bad for Bolin. She didn't really realize how much he was going through. She tapped him lightly with her muzzle. 'I'm sorry, Bolin..' She whispered, barely loud enough to hear. Looking at Anemone, she nodded. 'To be honest, I'd rather rest to. It's been a long day..I'm a bit overwhelmed.'
Her light creme colored coat caught the light of the sun and gleamed lightly. That's why she hated her coat-If it was really sunny out, the sun reflected s brightly off her pelt it could blind you for a moment. She listened as Bolin spoke about his brother, and suddenly she felt very bad. 'Maybe...maybe he's just trying, Bolin. Maybe he wants to fit in, but doesn't know how. Or, maybe he is jealous because he thinks Tuula loves you more.' She said, throwing out suggestions. She didn't like putting others down, espically not horses of her own herd, of Era blood.
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Post by KatiieColours on Jun 13, 2009 10:02:57 GMT -5
Ciclone [/size][/color]
It was silent except for the howling of the wind rushing through the palomino fae’s cream mane, silky tassels tumbling over her elegantly arched neck, pure gold pelt shimmering in the sunlight that filtered down through the humid air. Her petite frame moved lithely across the lush, emerald grass that blanketed the floor, her movement so graceful it seemed as if she was being carried by the wind, her dainty bodice so delicate that the strong currents she conjured swept her up and held her as if she was their most prized possession. Sombre amber orbs scanned the surroundings, seeing nothing apart from a few thickly leaved trees, intimidating mountains in the near distance and more lengthy grass. Breathing out deeply a powerful gush of wind flew through the hazy air, screeching through a nearby tree and gathering many loose leaves, before she redirected it back towards herself, her soft mane and banner fluttering with the force of it, her sparkling amber orbs swiftly turning gold as she used her powers, the immense brightness of them almost blinding. Suddenly she heard the eerie
sound of a loud bugle cutting though the soothing whoosh of the wind, her dainty crown snapping upwards to the heavens, the tornado of the swirling confetti of leaves dropping instantly to the soil, scattering anywhere and everywhere, including the striking fae’s back, tucking in her glossy mane and tail. Eyes immediately back to their cool amber, she sent a rush of wind streaming up the mountain, gathering the whispers it held and sending them back down to her pricked and waiting ears, hearing voices. With a snort she pranced into an elevated trot, her small hooves slicing through the now cool air, a gush of wind propelling her forwards faster and faster until she allowed her pace to extend into a flat-out gallop, going at such a speed that she seemed to overtake the wind, her silky banner flowing out behind her, hooves silent on the thick grass. Starting her steep climb up the mountain she was for once glad that she was only tiny, her 15hh frame leaping agilely over the jagged rocks, pretty head bobbing as she powered up the rugged mountain. Reaching the top she had broke out in a sweat, a light perspiration covering her shiny pelt, and she rapidly cooled herself off with a gentle wave of wind. The frames of a few equines flooded her head, and she smiled politely, walking slowly towards them, her sparkling amber orbs turning gold with excitement as they interpreted their unique markings. Era markings. As she approached she stopped a few metres away, staying silent as she bowed her attractive crown as a sign of respect. [/size] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 14, 2009 9:43:05 GMT -5
hey, hey good bye |Shaking his head slightly, Bolin flicked his ears back at the suggestion that Cheza had made about Orpheus. "My brother, you do not know or understand him. He is dark at heart, much like our father, and he has never wanted to fit in. He has wanted power since we were both young. His intentions were, since I was first born and the rightful heir to the Inferno herd, to kill me and then kill our father. He has been wanting to rule that herd since then. So you can not tell me that he was trying to fit in." Stomping his hoof slightly, the painted Era then turned his head upon the newest addition. Ears flicked forward, and nostrils flared slightly. Only one stallion had arrived, besides himself, and the rest were mares. Did all the stallion Eras die out? Nodding a greeting to Ciclone, Bolin smiled. "Welcome, miss. I am Bolin. Who might you be?"
horse role played | bolin
song | goodbye
artist | kristina debarge
template | lizzeh 2009 |
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Post by camino on Jun 14, 2009 12:14:09 GMT -5
I've been awake for awhile now..[/color] The mare flicked her tail, tapping her oddly colored markings lightly with the ends of her tail. Bolin sure did have a quick change of attitude when she suggested some good in Orpheas. No wonder Bolin was so on edge. His own brother was out to kill him and his sire. She wished, again, that she had never mentioned him. Sorry, Bolin. She whispered honestly, hoping that he heard, even though she had said it only to reassure her that evrything would be ok.
Still, she couldn't understand why someone of Era blood would be so horrid. After all, wouldn't pure Era blood override evil? Hadn't it always? Well, maybe not always..but she didn't get why Bolin turned out kind, and his brother an evil mastermind. Someone, something, had to change him. There was a shorteage of Era's as it was. She sighed, and walked away. She wanted to meet this "evil" brother of Bolin's. ASAP.
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] And there ain't no way I'm letting you go now-- [/right]
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Post by .r e e d. on Jun 14, 2009 13:53:52 GMT -5
The small mare came back from her run, layer of sweat covering her. She dips her head to Bolin politely before nodding to the new mare. 'welcome.' she smiles kindly. [/blockquote] Muse block. >_< |
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Post by KatiieColours on Jun 22, 2009 11:08:13 GMT -5
Ciclone [/color][/size][/font] Ciclone smiled graciously to the welcoming equines, shaking her dainty crown to remove the random leaves that still cluttered up her silky tassels. Opening velveteen kissers she allowed her harmonious voice to be carried on the gentle wind that stirred beneath her feet, her vocals soft, almost like a song, “M’ name iz Ciclone” her voice tinged with an Italian accent. Pale fringe fell gently over a glittering amber orb, pelt shimmering in the light that filtered through the clouds. Snorting softly, she spoke out again, “What iz your names?” her facial expression warm and friendly. Character played: Ciclone Work count: 96 Muse: It's lacking today ):[/color][/size][/font] |
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