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Post by Vel on Jun 6, 2008 1:44:11 GMT -5
Phantom
do you always believe what you see?
Dark brown optics took in their surroundings as the vixen the colour of mist walked through the dark lands. Her audits flicked about her arabain head as she listened to the call of ravens as the found something to eat. It was most likely a dead wolf or other smaller creature that roamed the lands. She swished her long, misty tail at a fly that had decided to land on her haunches as she moved on. Her breath taking beauty stood out in these dark lands. Her arabain frame and misty coloured added to the illusion. She wandered on thinking about llittle things that most would not care about. She soon came to an area different than the rest of the dark lands. It looked a bit different and it even had a different smell. Her orbs looked around this change of scenery. She scented the air and detected nothing. She stepped for ward onto the land. As she continued forward a smokey coloured wollf ran in front of her path. She stopped and stared at it with her deep brown, almomst black optics. The canine stared right back at her with its lighter brown orbs. He jumpmed at her. She reared at it and came down at it missing him by inces. She began to chase after the canine with her ears flat on her skull and her teeth bareing. She galloped after him, her arabian tail held high and streaming out behind her as she ran. She continued but then stopped when she thought she saw the form of another equine. Curse me; Phantom
Carve me a; Vixen
Colour Me; White
I Am Of The Pureblood; Arabian
Measure Me; 15.2hh
Place Me With The; Dark Ones |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 6, 2008 2:08:19 GMT -5
Fiana;;
Terra de Rocas.
Another equine it was. Her ebony figure blended in all too well in these dark lands, her brown eyes were the only real splotch of color in this place. A blur of light passed her by -- an equine of ivory hues. The fae flared her nostrils, taking in the scent left behind by a banner held naturally too high.
As dust flew up from beneath the Arabian's hooves, Fiana snorted. "You," she called out, her accent deep, carrying the hints of her Russian ancestory. "What brings such a..." she eyed the equine, taking a slow even waltz up behind the femme. "... light filly to this neck of the woods?"
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Post by Vel on Jun 6, 2008 2:34:47 GMT -5
Phantom
do you always believe what you see?
Her nares flared. Ah yes, the scent of another equine. A vixen. Her dark chocolate optics watched the obsidian figure come closer to her ghostly frame. She could tell that this vix was an Arabain just as her self. She was gald for she did not like other breeds but her own. She would like them enough if they were dark ones like her. Her audits flicked as the vix spoke to her. She could tell she had an accent. It sounded Russian. For she to had an accent although it was not from Russia. Her accent came from Great Britian.
Her auds flicked once more when she heard the essa speak to her. Her audits went flat against her skull. "Who are you calling a light filly?" she said in a demanding tone. Her chocolate orbs looked at the dark essa. "And to let you know this neck of the woods is where I've been my whole life."
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Curse me; Phantom
Carve me a; Vixen
Colour Me; White
I Am Of The Pureblood; Arabian
Measure Me; 15.2hh
Place Me With The; Dark Ones |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 6, 2008 3:05:48 GMT -5
Fiana;;
Terra de Rocas
Fiana bared her teeth generously, as if she was laughing at the vixen. "Oh my, what rougish behavior for a... femme," she nickered, pacing slowly about the Arab. This horse was like none she had seen yet. Then again, Fiana was used to only being around those of her kind. This horse seemed rather dainty in comparison to her breed. After all Fiana was no lightweight, though she wasn't quite a draft either. This femme's legs were slender and jointed as her own, but her neck wasn't thick and stout like hers; and her body, it was so slender.
After her inspection, the mare gazed back up to the female's own bright eyes. "I would say it is you that I am calling a light filly? How old are you, hm? Three." Fiana lowered her head down to meet the Arabian's own. "Your whole life? The whole three years..." She chuckled out her reply, stomping one of her hooves mockingly.
After a moment the mocking tone left her voice, as she thought about her empty lands back home. "Tell me, why is it you wander these lands.. alone?" She shook her head gently, knocking a few flies off her neck, an odd curiousity in her eyes. The mare truly did wonder why; she had never been alone herself.
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Post by Vel on Jun 6, 2008 11:37:57 GMT -5
Phantom
do you always believe what you see?
Vix still had her audits on her skull. She watched the ebony ess in front of her. "I am but a year older. Four." she said with a sneer on her dished face. The sneer did not go away as the other femme stamped her dagger mockingly. Her auds lifted ever so slightly as essa spoke to her but yet once again. "Why do you want to know?" she sneered to other ess.
Phantom's dark chocolate optics looked over the essa. Her bodice structure was in between draft and light horse. It was alos larger than Phantom's. Her neck was short and thick, unlike Phantom's long, slender neck. Phantomm stamped a front dagger to the earth as she waited for ella to reply.
Curse me; Phantom
Carve me a; Vixen
Colour Me; White
I have been living; four summers
I Am Of The Pureblood; Arabian
Measure Me; 15.2hh
Place Me With The; Dark Onesooc; ella is pronounced a-ya (like the letter a and then ya at the end. its spanish for girl) |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 6, 2008 15:35:18 GMT -5
Fianna;;
Terra de Rocas
The fae studied the tension in the young mare, and she could only snort it off with a certain nonchalance. Fiana wasn't one to easily get riled like this one seemed to. Rather this vixen took everything in stride; and, if she did get sore at someone she was good at hiding it... to an extent; there was only so far that one could push the fae after all. But, this, this conversation, it was nothing to place heat beneath her collar.
Her anger, that fury she shows could be a respectful trait to have in a herd; she would at least make a good warrior with such rage. Though, her dainty body, I'm not sure she could take too many blows... an expendable warrior perhaps? The fae seemed to chuckle at the thought.
"I only wondered, fae. It seems such a small boned femme might benefit more from the protection of numbers; perhaps, I am wrong though... after all, you seem feisty enough to stand on your own." Once more, the femme showed a sign of seriousness, no longer mocking the fae. Perhaps, she was merely attempting to flatter the mare. But, that wasn't like her.
... while they may not have gotten off to a smooth start, this fae was showing some respect to the Arabian before her. Sure, Fiana thought herself to be the best of the best, but this Arabian had good qualities; Fiana would not flatter someone without some truth to her words.
OoC;; Oh! Oh! I feel smart -- I knew what it meant! That means, dare I say it, I actually learned something from the spanish course I took in highschool.
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Post by Vel on Jun 6, 2008 16:02:54 GMT -5
Phantom
do you always believe what you see?
Phantom watched the vix as she spoke. "Of course I can take care of myself. I am here am I not? If I could not care for myself I would not be here speaking to you right now. And to let you know in my old herd I was one of the best warriors." She said after the ebony essa had spoken. "If I may ask, wat are you doing out here?"
Curse me; Phantom
Carve me a; Vixen
Colour Me; White
I have been living; four summers
I Am Of The Pureblood; Arabian
Measure Me; 15.2hh
Place Me With The; Dark Onesooc; i am soo sorry for the short posts little muse. later on ill have more |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 7, 2008 14:25:59 GMT -5
Fiana;;
Terra de Rocas
The equine curled her lips into a smirk as she swayed to the side, taking a few paces past the vixen. Her ears flattened though as she heard the fae speak about her status as a warrior. Fiana found it odd, the equine spoke of what she had been thinking. Hmph, merely a coincidence, she mused once more.
The femme stopeed her gait as she was parallel with the Arabian. "Oh, don't be so testy. Did I vocalize accusations that might say you weren't?" She allowed that smirk to etch her face once again. "As for me, I'm merely wandering these lands, in search." The mares pace then started again, gaiting her away from the mare.
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Post by Vel on Jun 7, 2008 14:49:54 GMT -5
Phantom
do you always believe what you see?
Phantom's orbs watched the fae as she paced past her. Phantom's audits were still against her fine skull, although they were more relaxed now and lifted just a tad. After the other vix had spoken, Phantom turned her light bodice to face the essa. "You say your are in search. I know you are looking for herd members. What would you have to offer me if I came with you back to your land?" her lyrics floated to the ella. Phantom would never join a harem unless she found out what the leaders had to offer her, wether it be a high position or lead warrior. She had been a very high rank in her old herd until she got seperated from them. She was the lead's only foal. She knew it seemed very odd that a herd leader only had one foal, but her father had chosen a good blooded mare as her mother. She was to take over rule of her father land. Now she dosen't even know where she is. Phantom looked to the enna for an answer.
Curse me; Phantom
Carve me a; Vixen
Colour Me; White
I have been living; four summers
I Am Of The Pureblood; Arabian
Measure Me; 15.2hh
Place Me With The; Dark Ones |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 7, 2008 22:02:33 GMT -5
Fiana;;
Terra de Rocas
Fiana turned her head back towards the vixen, her lips curled back down to a plain expression. "I'm not going to lie to you and say my herd has amounted to anything yet in my few days on this land. However, I can guarantee it will be strong, perhaps with a mare such as yourself in the ranks of a top warrior?" With that from her lips, she turned her head forward once more. She took no more steps away, though she didn't take another look towards the fae. "If you are willing to venture to my lands, you may. Terra de Rocas is its name, and I can guarantee a high rank to a mare of such fight..." With that she trotted off, venturing back to the lands that were known as Terra de Rocas.
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Post by Vel on Jun 9, 2008 18:34:21 GMT -5
Phantom thought about what the essa head said. Top warrior in a new herd? The essa had said her herd was not much. Yet. Phantom knew that would soon change. How could she refuse an offer to be top warrior. Perhaps she should go with the ella back to her realm. "I will come with you." she said. It was short and to the point. How she wanted to play a part in a herd once again. Top warrior. Again how could she refuse an offer such as that one. With that she watched the ebony essa trot away. She decided what she was going to do. With that she trotted after the ebony fae.
ooc//sry kinda short. in a hurry.
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 9, 2008 19:00:45 GMT -5
Fiana;;
Terra de Rocas
The vixen was delighted to see her offer well-taken. She now had a warrior, the warrior who would soon lead an army; at least, that is what this ella imagined. With her strong will, accompanied by a mare of what she saw to be equal ferocity, she knew the herd wouldn't fail. No words were exchanged from this essa's maw; she merely gave a nod of approval, leading the fae off into what looked to be troubled lands. "These are the lands known as Terra de Rocas."
The fae's nose soon pointed to the east. "Those lands upon the plateau east of here, they are Ejercito de Montana... that is you home base, fae; and, of course, the lands that fill my territory, those are your playground." With that she left the fae heading back from the lands. She would leave the fae to explore as she went to recruit more troops.
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Post by Vel on Jun 12, 2008 23:51:17 GMT -5
Phantom
do you always believe what you see?
Phantom followed the vix into her lands. They looked like they would suit Phantom just fine. She might learn to like it here. She would have to. She would most likely never see her old herd again. She nodded as the fea showed here where the other sub lands were inside her terra. "Oh, by the way I am Phantom." she said, realizing she had never told the vix her calling. "Do you need help recruiting?" she asked. Atleast it would give her something to do to help make the herd strong.
Curse me; Phantom
Carve me a; Vixen
Colour Me; White
I have been living; four summers
I Am Of The Pureblood; Arabian
Measure Me; 15.2hh
Place Me With The; Dark Ones |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 13, 2008 14:15:00 GMT -5
Fiana;;
Terra de Rocas[/color]
The fae twitched her haunches as the vixen spoke. She turned about to face the mare, her face showing a thoughtful expression. "With the herd being so small... we do desperately need new members in order to protect this turf. So, yes, try and bring two more equine to this land; but, be sure they have aspects which will enhance the quality of our lands." She nodded at her decision, "and, Fiana." She gave a soft nicker, her eyes surveying the lands.
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Post by Vel on Jun 14, 2008 13:29:12 GMT -5
Phantom
do you always believe what you see?
"I will go search for the fit and the strong. I will not fail you Fiana." she told her commandor. She would take her position seriously, for she knew if she did not there might be consequences. She had learned that from her old herd, battle over anything could brake loose at any moment. She was ready. She was always ready. Even though she was a smaller, finer boned Arabian, she could put up a hell of a fight. She would not dissapoint her new commandor. She was sure she failed her old herd when she got seperated fromm them. She was ready to start a new.
Curse me; Phantom
I am forever; a warrior
Carve me a; Vixen
Colour Me; White
I have been living; four summers
I Am Of The Pureblood; Arabian
Measure Me; 15.2hh
Place Me With The; Dark Ones |
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