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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Oct 20, 2009 23:29:27 GMT -5
i can be your hero.Upon the cliff overlooking the island, the white stallion known as Marut stood still and silent, eyes wandering over the many territories that the horses of Isola owned. Flicking his ears slightly, the wind played with his mane and tail, whispering softly around him, and the aging stallion closed his eyes. The wind betrayed the Era lead's thoughts, telling Marut everything that Bolin was thinking. Turning his head as he heard the young stallion approach behind him, Marut breathed sharply through his nostrils. "The wind has told me you have something to talk to me about, young Bolin," the ivory stallion began the conversation, and the painted son of Tuula couldn't hide his disappointment. "Of course. The wind betrays even it's most loyal subjects," Bolin's tone was flat, and the usual flicker of happiness didn't shimmer from the depths of his eyes. Marut could sense something was bothering the painted stallion, but decided against bringing anything up. "Marut, I have been thinking. I am much too young to bring the Era back to their former glory. Perhaps .. well .. maybe you and my mother could lead the Era? She is of the royal bloodline after all, and you're wise and possibly more able-bodied to lead a herd than I am -" his voice trailed off, as Marut stared at him squarely.
"If that is what you wish, young Bolin. If you will call the herd together and tell them the news, I'd be much grateful for it. And have you seen your mother? I have not seen her lately, and I am much worried about her, and the unborn foal," Marut shifted uncomfortably, and Bolin shook his head. The younger stallion hadn't really thought about his new half-sibling, he hadn't really thought about anything but passing his leadership role to someone else, and of course, the betrayal of Cheza. The thought of the older mare caused a saddened look to cross the paint's eyes, and Marut placed his muzzle upon his shoulder to comfort him. "Do not worry about her, young one. There are others that you can always choose from who are your age." Bolin nodded at Marut's words, then turned his body to face the innards of Era turf, letting out a loud whinny to summon the few Era together for the meeting.
role played is marut & bolin.
muse is not at full capacity.
song is hero by enrique.
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Post by sibber-chow on Oct 22, 2009 15:06:00 GMT -5
Tuula °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Tuula had turned quite reclusive in the past weeks. Her mind was always battling and the babe within her grew quickly. The combination of the two hardly ever gave her chance to rest, and her eyes were blood-shot with weariness. Every night, he haunted her dreams. Her dearest, Hannibal. She had let go of him, or so she thought. She had let go of him so that he may accept his true fate and her hers, yet every night she dreamt of him. Some of the dreams weren’t so horrible but most of them were consumed with hatred and fire. Hannibal hated her in most of these dreams, and she could not help but feel like it was him that had sent her such nightmares. She had no proof of that though; perhaps it was, instead, merely her grief for the loss of her former mate?
The mare’s swollen bodice shivered under the cruel winter and she contemplated leaving. It was a thought that crossed her mind nearly every day. No, she did not wish to leave forever, just long enough that she might clear her head. That is what brought her to the bottom of her new home once more. She stood ‘pon the entrance of her home when the news hit her auds. The wind spoke of Marut’s new position, and in turn hers, as well as Bolin’s grieving. The wind also told of her other son and his tragic story. A story that would hurt Bolin too, for it involved Cheza. And, last, the wind spoke of great danger. There was something contorting the winds clarity though – some external force keeping it from speaking who or what the danger was.
Tuula turned on heel and darted up the cliff with what speed she could manage under such conditions. Her weary eyes finally sought the silhouettes of her family and she pulled to a slow trot. “The winds are filled with mixed emotions; elation for your rise in rank, sorrow for my hurt children and the loss of one of its own, and fear for what is to come.” The mare looked towards the horizon, “Marut, dear, I must leave for a while. Whatever has the wind so unsettled, I fear it affects me more than any of the rest of us. I should leave for a while.”°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° So lose your past.
I’m sure you’ll find,
It’s in the way all the time. iNSPiRATiON; [I’m Trying Very Hard To Be Here] [by AFI] word-count; ; [390] [/size] |
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Post by .r e e d. on Oct 22, 2009 16:44:13 GMT -5
Anemone [/color][/font][/right] The small mare sensed the changes, and the wind told of the tragedies. Marut and Tuula were now the high ranks, and Cheza was dead. The Zunden were also attacking herds and other elementals. 'i'm sorry bolin.' the era whispered, sincere. The light grey mare looked up at him through gold eyes. As Tuula approached, she turned away from him. 'hello marut.' She smiled softly.
Anemone backed away a few feet, watching the three with rich gold eyes. 'fire is fighting the wind. they're attacking the herds, marut.' The small mare stared at Marut, the cold wind blowing over her. Her black and tan mane danced around her neck and face as the wind blew.... [/blockquote][/size][/font] Muse` Bleh.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Oct 23, 2009 7:53:39 GMT -5
i can be your hero.Upon hearing Tuula's words, Marut's eyes seemed to cloud. "But, Tuula. You can't possibly leave now. Not when you're in foal, and our numbers are so few." Bolin, on the other hand, walked over to his mother's side, and placed his head on her shoulder, nuzzling her quickly, then walking away from the two. "Thank you, Anemone. Could you see how Bolin is doing? I need to speak to Tuula in private," Marut's eyes were kind as he looked to the other mare, and then glanced after the yearling. They then turned to Tuula, his ears flicked back ever so slightly. As Bolin walked away, the wind danced around him, snowflakes falling around his face. Blinking away the tears, he continued to tred on, even though he felt like lying down on the cold ground and falling asleep.
role played is marut & bolin.
muse is utterly failing.
song is hero by enrique.
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