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Post by Rayne on May 3, 2010 21:09:51 GMT -5
☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ Can we pretend that airplanes in the☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ night sky☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ are like☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ shooting stars..Blinding lights seemed to fill the visual space from every single direction--covering everything in flashes of vibrant, burning white. The flashes seemed to be arriving every other second, followed by the ever-present, thundering roar from the storm clouds above. The whistle of the vicious ocean breeze blew savagely past the small windows on the side of the stalls, filling the small, crowded spaces with the chilly premonition that something was going horribly, horribly wrong.
This level of the deck was solely for the horses, the pets, or prized animals of the human passengers which slept on another level. Being so, the floor echoed relentlessly with the startled cries and nickers of those whom up til this point, had been the mare's only companions for a week or two, give or take a few visits from the humans who came down to make sure they were fed.
Up until this point, everything had been calm. The sky had been without a single cloud, not a single blemish had washed upon its face until this morning, when it all began to grow dark with a thickening film of white to gray clouds. As the day had progressed, the usually crisp blue sky had grown into an onyx abyss, shimmering with the strikes of lightning that dove down, growing dangerously closer to the ship's wooden exterior.
The liver-chestnut outline of a mare lifted her head slightly, sending a slightly frightened whicker echoing across the room, joining the cries of the other horses. Couldn't the humans hear their anxiety? Their panicking? Why weren't they coming down? Perhaps they'd chosen it'd be too risky to walk into a room full of spooked horses.. Indeed, it was a risky move, but it would help calm a few of them.. Those that were tame, at least.
The lithe mare circled about in her stall, hooves stepping with grace despite her rising adrenaline level. She wanted to get out of this place, no doubt.. But more than all, she wanted to see her human companion. They'd been on their way to their final show for the season, a championship. There wasn't a doubt in the girl's mind that her horse would at least win a place, they'd been practicing ever since she was a foal. Though the trainer and the mare's mother had always told her otherwise, that it would risk damaging the growth and development of her legs, gravity itself couldn't keep the young mare on the ground. It was as if she'd been born to fly--and her 'owners' aknowledged that rather quickly, and started the whole ordeal of travelling to shows, and competing for titles and ribbons. Which had forsakenly landed them all in the present situation.
The amusement and terror of the human passengers on the upper deck were just as loud as the horses, except there were no sounds of stomping hooves and breaking wood. They were hardly even budging from where they were, which was a rather stupid move.
The horses, on the other hand, were growing restless. Instinct had taken over, though nothing seemed fatal yet. Nevertheless, hooves and pillars still struck the wooden barriers with force, refusing to take a break or rest for a second more until the binding walls were broken and they could wander about the deck freely. There would be an urgent need to repair the floor by the time the storm had passed--that is, if the ship even survived.
The next lightning strike chose otherwise, striking through the wooden ship like a knife through a glob of jelly. No soon after it had struck, had the sounds coming from the upper deck grown louder--more panicked. The stairs that lead up towards them was starting to show an all too-familiar glow, embers falling down the wooden steps and setting fire to some of the closest hay.
It is said that sometimes, your mind purposely forgets incidents that were either too horrifying or two life-changing, in order to protect and keep your sanity.
That was the last sight to register in the Arabian mare's memory, before it all faded to black..
Everything was calmer now--there were no roars or sudden sounds echoing across the air, except for the low, calming sounds of the ocean waves crashing along the shore.
Wait, what? The shore?! What shore?
Juliet's audits pricked up quickly, eyes flashing open as the mare attempted to rise to her feet almost instantly. However, her attempts at a quick revival failed and she didn't get more than two feet above the ground before the sand gave way and she was laying down amongst the waves once again. The water lapped up against her legs and side gently, glistening in the moonlight.
Frantic, bright hazel eyes scanned the horizon before her, looking in every direction at least once. She certainly wasn't on the boat any longer.. Where were the other horses? She could hardly even pick up the scent of another equine, much less that of a human. Not even feed or hay. Where the hell was she?
Not wishing to stay a second longer laying down, she rose to her feet slowly--carefully calculating her balance this time before turning to look at the ocean's horizon. It was clear, not a storm cloud nor a boat in sight.. Surely something had happened, but her mind was too crowded with thoughts of the lightning and storm to clearly come to a conclusion on the events that had taken place.
A soft snort escaped the vixen's velvet nostrils as she lifted her head once again, this time her gaze falling on the stars.
At least one thing hadn't changed.. How could the night sky still look so much like home, despite how far she was?..
A mournful whinny escaped her muzzle, finding its way up into the air and being carried off by the night breeze before she lowered her tiara once again.
So much for a happy ending..
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Post by poisonink on May 6, 2010 1:32:39 GMT -5
ASTOR [/size] They say that a hero can save us;[/font][/color][/size] Slate hooves sank in the golden sand as the stallion wandered along rather aimlessly. He was beginning to think he'd be stuck on this god forsaken beach forever, he certainly wasn't going to just wander off into the wilderness of some unknown island by himself; however cowardly it may have seemed. He'd lived his whole life in the wild, of course that was elsewhere, everything had seemed fine until that hurricane came, dragging animals and trees and dirt away into the hungry waves of the ocean only to be carried off into the unknown. The Bay bronc had been one of them though he was certain the waves hadn't carried him all that far or he never would have survived, no matter how much swimming he'd done. He came to a halt, his head raising and turning slightly so that his pale gaze could drift over the empty ocean. He'd considered trying to swim back to where he'd come from, however briefly before he realized just how stupid of an idea it was. He surely wouldn't survive to make it that far, had he tried. His throat, lungs and airways were still rather raw from the harsh salt water that he'd swallowed and inhaled, harsh grains of occasional sand hadn't helped either and his sooty hide was littered with cuts and bruised beneath his double-toned bay coat. Though it'd been several days, likely even more along the lines of a week or two since his rather painful arrival on this Isle he still hadn't left the beach. His current wounded, weakened state made it even more dangerous for him to just go wandering off into the unknown; his blood was sure to attract any hungry predators in the general vicinity. Food was all in all rather scarce on the beach, what vegetation there was to be found certainly wasn't all that healthy, and definitely didn't taste good. His need for clean water was imminent however and coming to the conclusion that he couldn't just stay in this same little area for the rest of his stay on this island he trudged further along, following the beach closer to the water's edge, wary of the forest especially at night.
Despite how he tried to calm himself with reassuring thoughts in his mind it didn't seem to help, his breaths came quickly and were forced to remain mostly quiet, limiting his oxygen intake. His ears flicked rapidly at his poll in a rather panicked manner while his stormy blue-grey eyes were wide enough that the whites of them could be seen. Of course to any sane, non-wanna-be-dark his fears were completely rational and being ripped apart and devoured was definitely not on his to-do list. His muscles and joints ached from the effort of trudging through the wet sand at the edge of the beach, the cool water lapped against his hooves and swirled over his coronets though he made sure not to get far enough into it that he might be knocked off his feet by a sudden wave.
The moonlight cast a rather eerie glow over everything it touched, this only added to the ominous appearance of the land on the opposite side of the beach, where the under-growth was thick and tall trees swayed ominously, their branches slightly bowed as their leaves rustled with a gentle breeze that sent his pitch threads tangling around his ears in a broken halo. After traveling quite a ways he still hadn't managed to calm himself entirely though he continued none the less, seeking drinkable water and whatever food there was to be found. A tiny trickle of blood dripped from the wound on his chest, just below his neck. Despite how most of the blood had since clotted that tiny trickle remained, more like a drip that let out only a few minuscule drops of blood that rolled over his hide, staining the small ivory spot on the right side of his chest. All at once the thoroughbred cross bronc froze entirely, muscles tensing beneath his dark mahogany coat as his skull raised in a jerky movement, thorns flicking foreword atop his skull as he caught the drifting sound of a whinny. He took note of the mournful tones that came with it and tilted his head curiously, nostrils flexing as a quick snort was forced from his lungs. Shaking his skull rather violently his muscles coiled as he set off at a quick but steady jog in the direction of the other equine. He wondered briefly if the stranger in question had just arrived here, confused and lost as he had. Finding that to be quiet possible he quickened his pace a bit, nearly reaching a lope with his new drive to locate the stranger, and offer help should it be needed. And should it not, well he'd cross that bridge when he got to it.
With his now quick pace it didn't take him all that long to start to close in on the equine, and as he did so he slowed his pace to an easy walk so as to not startle them. His head lowered slightly, nape evening out with his dark, almost black withers in a neutral position, issuing no immediate threat. He approached the little mare at a steady pace, emitting a quiet nicker to announce his approach before halting several strides away from the sorrel mare. His skull tilted slightly, ebon forelock falling over one pale blue-grey orb as he took note of the salt water that still soaked her hide, making it obvious she'd only just arrived here.
Miss?[/b] He asked, taking a half step closer possibly closer than needed though he was oblivious to such. With a quiet exhale he bobbed his head slightly, onyx whipcord swishing past his flanks with an easy flick.Are you alright?[/b] It was only courteous to ask, considering she'd just washed up on the shore here. His nape arched slightly, black, tangled mane sliding slightly as he did so. The fact that this was a complete stranger he was interacting with was the least of his concern, it was only polite to help those that needed it (even if they didn't want such help.), especially so when the stranger in question was a pretty mare.
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Post by Vel on Jul 16, 2010 22:29:48 GMT -5
Polaris
The young stallion let out an annoyed huff as he broke into a slow lope. He was fed up. Fed up with his siblings. First of all his younger brother Zeake had been bothering him for most of the day. Didn't he ever get bored with constantly following and doing what Polaris did? Eh, it was probably what little brothers did. That's what Polaris got for being the oldest.
Then there were his two sisters, Flame and Cosette. Flame had been his best friend ever since his mother adopted her hours after her birth. They had done everything together. Some of his fondest memories were shared with her. He missed their adventures through Terra Delle Liberta. They would always find ways to get into trouble. Then Flame had to go out and get herself pregnant when she had turned three. Then the stupid stallion who got her pregnant had to come to Liberta with her to be her mate for life or some crap like that. After that little incident she never wanted to do much with him beside talk.
As for his other sister, Cosette, she was only a couple months old. For as young and little as she was, she was very bold and brave. She had recently started tagging along with Zeake who just happened to always follow Polaris around. Well that's just what he got for being part of a big family.
The ebony and ivory brindled colt slowed his pace when he realised he was approaching the red sands of Spiagga del Nord. His blue optics took in the scene around him. Everything was so peaceful here. There wasn't a soul in sight, ecept for the random gull that would swoop by every now and then.
Polaris closed his optics as a cool sea breeze blew in. He inhaled deeply through his still flaring nostrils. He just adored the scent, and sound, of the ocean. His optics flew open as another scent came flowing in. It was that of another horse. Where was she?
The young stag let out a whinny and trotted forth with his ears perked forward. He loved meeting new hoses, especially mares. It only took him a couple minutes until he saw her form in the distance. He whinned again as a sign of greetings. He didn't want to scare her off after all.
"Hello ma'am!" he called out. He had no clue of her age, but he could tell she was young, hopefully around his age. But that did not mean he was going to forget his manners!
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Post by Rayne on Jul 17, 2010 4:49:45 GMT -5
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky
are like shooting stars?..☆The chocolate-brown outline of the mare stirred lightly, hardly any part of her moving except the locks of her mane and tail, which defied her to follow the wind. Her gaze was almost frozen in place, locked with the gently curved horizon of the ocean from which she'd come. Was this really happening? There was a boat coming, right? Another one, to see if anyone had survived? This was a trick, just a trick. Like when the other horses she'd known had played around, making crazy things seem very much realistic. However, she was far from dull enough to believe herself. This was all far too real to be deemed a joker's game..
Velvet nostrils quivered slightly as a new scent slowly approached, ringing through the vicinity, though in a slow manner. She hardly budged, thinking that maybe due to some strange effect of the moonlight, that she'd resemble a stone more than an actual horse. That'd always--somewhat--worked at home.. Freezing in place had made some of the local dogs approach, but then leave when their interest ran dry. Though, soon the scent became accompanied by the sound of hooves, trudging slowly across the sand. Maybe it was another horse, from the same boat? Maybe she wasn't alone? The opportunity to find out whether or not she was a loner on this island soon got the best of her, causing the mare's hazel-eyed gaze to shift quickly to the area from which both scent and sound came from. She ran her gaze over the young stallion slowly, though subtly, as if examining. He wasn't familiar from the boat, that was for sure. She hadn't seen the looks of him before, nor had she met a similar scent. However, this only sparked her interest further--were there other horses on this island? Perhaps trully wild, as she'd seen a few of them in the past?
"Hello there," she beckoned, responding to the rather enthusiastic call. She flicked her ear aside subtly, taking in some of the sounds that were emitted in close distance, as if to check if there were any other creatures present besides him. Good, there weren't, as far as she knew. Not that she'd mind, but the young mare always had a habit of keeping her guard up at all times; and even on a strange--almost paradise-like--island, it still wasn't in her habit to prance right over.
The corners of the chestnut's maw twisted upwards ever so slightly as he approached, causing a welcoming smile to light up what earlier had held nothing but a solemn expression.
"My name's Juliet, and you?" she asked, pricking her ears up curiously.
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Post by Vel on Jul 18, 2010 20:56:32 GMT -5
Polaris
The colt's ebony audits flicked as he heard the mare's voice ring out across the beach. A small smile tugged on the corners of Polaris' mouth as he walked closer to her. He could tell that she was closer to his age than he had thought before. She looked older from a distance, not that that was a bad thing either.
At least the mare was not hostile to his greeting. But, he remembered his father telling him never to be too careful. With all that was going on in the elemental lands these days anyone could be a spy or trying to recruit for other herds. Even the mares and younger horses could not be trusted. It was a sad but true fact.
His azure optics flicked quickly to the mare as she introduced herself as Juliet. "Pleasure to meet you Juliet." he said with a slight bow. His father, being the rather regal-like leader of Terra delle Liberta, had taught him his manners. Many of which were pretty old fashioned.
"I am Polaris, son of Lassan, leader of Terra Delle Liberta." he introduced himself, giving his formal title. The sad thing was, he wasn't the heir to Lassan's land. Yes, he was his first 'son', but he actually did not share any blood realtion to the ebony Arab. Plus, he wasn't the oldest of Lassan's children. Shadow was to inherit the land when Lassan passed. Imagine that! A mare taking over a land ruled by stallions for hundreds of years!
"So," the colt drawled out as if the word would clear the thoughts from his mind. "why are you out here all alone?" he asked, curious as to why a younger mare was by herself on a more desolate part of the isle.
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Post by Rayne on Jul 20, 2010 4:02:29 GMT -5
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky
are like shooting stars?..☆The mare's ears flickered slightly as the stallion approached further, her eyes running their gaze over his expressions. He didn't seem hostile--in fact, rather friendly, therefore her previous guard began to recede ever so slightly. Not that she would completely trust this strange new horse, but she could tell from the way he carried himself that he wasn't one of the horses which had a more..malignant personality.
She bowed her head slightly, in response to his gesture. Well, at least manners weren't lacking on this seemingly deserted island.. Oh right, stupid girl.. you're on an island you have no idea about. Ask about that.. She thought to herself, her senses snapping back to reality as he spoke of his name and his lineage. This drew an instant curiosity from the young mare. Son of Lassan? He must be another horse--and the name he mentioned after sounded like a territory..Or maybe an army? Maybe it was a category of show horses. ..What the heck was it? In the depths of her mind, she felt like she understood what he'd mentioned. However, in her consciousness, her mind was as lost as a kid in a department store.
"..So there's other horses here? What's Terra Delle Liberta?" she asked, arching an eyebrow slightly as he continued, this time questioning her about why she was out alone.. Well, she'd gladly answer that in a rant about stupid two leggeds sailing right into a storm..but she bit her tongue at the raging storm of words that she was going to let loose and simplified it.
"Well..I'm.. er..I was on a ship and lightning hit it and it caught fire and crashed." [/color] she said, turning her head to look back out at the now much, much calmer ocean. Damned thing. Why did it change it's will so quickly? Couldn't it have..postponed it's rampage until after the ship had passed? The mare's hazel eyes narrowed slightly as she looked out to sea, watching a small, darkened sliver on the horizon, belonging to what was left of the previous scandal. || Juliet [/blockquote][/size][/font][/color]
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Post by Vel on Jul 22, 2010 18:20:34 GMT -5
Polaris
Polaris cocked his head a bit at the mare's confused expression as he spoke. She must not be from around here. he thought. His suspiscions were confirmed when she asked if there were other horses on the island and what exactly Terra delle Liberta was.
"Oh!" Polaris exclaimed. "I am sorry, I didn't know you were not from around here." he said. "This place is Isola Dei Dei, and yes there are other horses on here." he answered in response to her first question. "Lots and lots of horses." he added in a quiter tone. There were a lot of horses on this island, and most of them were out to get each other. But she didn't need to know that now. He did find it kind of funny that for the amount of horses that inhabited this place, you could be by yourself and not see a soul for months on end.
"Terra delle Liberta is a territory on this isle that my father rules. I also live there, but you probably figured that out by now." he explained to her second question. Polaris had always hoped one day he could call Liberta his own, but since his 'sister' Shadow was the eldest, and the daughter of River, Lassan's first mate, he would never ever get the chance.
Polaris listened to her awkwardly explain how she came to be here. Many horses came here because of a ship wreck. Polaris had only seen a ship once or twice in his life, but they had fascinated him from a very early age. He was always so curious and had always bugged the horses who used to live with the humans to tell him stories of what it was like.
"Ah, I see." he mused at the end of her brief story. A moment of silence passed before Polaris asked her "So where were you from originally Juliet?" His curiousity had gotten the best of him once again.
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Post by Rayne on Jul 23, 2010 23:46:43 GMT -5
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky
are like shooting stars?..☆"Ahh, I see..so it's a rather civilized island, with horse herds.." She said, almost as if to assert that she was beginning to understand. Her ears pricked lightly as he continued to speak, her mind processing the new information that he was handing out. Horse herds.. Interesting. She'd never really been part of one. Actually, the only 'herd' sort of situation she'd been accustomed to was when they'd been let out to pasture and there were certain bossy horses that made sure to let it be known that they were dominant. Hah, oh boy..was that what these herds were about?
Her curiosity only seemed to strenghten as he mentinoed that his father was a ruler of one of the territories. That meant power, right? That gave her some assurance that she wasn't getting to know some random, herd-less horse that wandered the land aimlessly.. Not that she'd mind one of those, but someone who knew the status and information behind the island was definitely what she needed right now.
The chestnut mare gave a soft nod as he finished explaining, mentioning that he lived in Terra delle Liberta as well, and soon shifted his attention towards questioning her. This would be rather hard to explain.. How on earth could she explain to a wild horse what a show horse was?
"Well, I'm from a place they called France.." She started, giving a soft flick of her tail as she turned her gaze to lock on his.
"There's humans, and horses.. though where I'm from there weren't wild herds like the ones here.." [/color] || Juliet [/blockquote][/size][/font][/color]
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Post by Vel on Jul 28, 2010 10:48:24 GMT -5
Polaris
"Yeah, I guess you could say that." he said with a small smile. From what he had seen and lived trough this place was far from civilised. But why make her worry about the dangers lurking around every corner. She should just be blissfully ignorant about the affairs on Isola Dei Dei until she really needed to know.
She then answered his question about where she came from. France. Polaris cocked his head a bit and said "You speak English very well." It was true. The two main languages on the island were English and Italian, but mostly English now. Polaris had met two other horses from
France. One had only spoken a little English, while the other only spoke her native tongue.
Polaris had always wondered what humans were like. He had heard many stories and decriptions from the horses in his father's land, but he had never seen one. He had seen their contraptions called airplanes and ships, but he had never acually layed eyes on a human.
"What was it like? Living with the humans?" he asked, his curiousity once again getting the better of him. Hopefully she had had a good time with the humans. Some horses that he had known were not so fond of humans, while others wept over never being able to see their companions again.
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