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Post by Vel on Mar 26, 2011 19:17:25 GMT -5
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Chocolate eyes darted over the fresh, budding willows as the ivory Arab walked into the land. Phantom had spent the last few days just wandering around, counting don the days until that urchin growing inside her was to be brought into this world. She knew it would be any day now. This was a day that she had been dreading for months and it was fast approaching. When the abomination was born, Phantom was going to leave it on it's own. She had met a mare, Angelex, who had decided to take the foal and become a mother to it, letting Phantom live her own life. The only problem with that was Angelex had seemed to have disappeared over the past few days. Phantom had no clue where the golden vixen could be. She just hoped that Angelex decided to show herself after that colt or filly was born.
Phantom's original plan had been to abandon the creature and leave it, letting Fate decide what was going to happen to the defenseless child. Even though Phantom was a warrior, leader of an army, a ruthless killer during battle, bringing up the body count, taking down horses of the opposite gender that were twice her size, she could not leave the innocent soul to die. She would kill without second thought, but something about maiming an innocent life who had only just started his or her journey in this world bothered Phantom. Only certain beings deserved to die, and this child was not one of them.
The Arab halted and looked around as if she were expecting something of even minor excitement to happen. Why was she even here? That was the thought that began to run through her busy mind. Yes, she had been wandering for some time, but she felt as if she had come here for a reason unknown to herself. Phantom shook her head to clear those thoughts as she made her way over to a small pond. Water sounded like a good idea at the present moment. Come to think of it, she had not had the chance to get a drink for hours, no wonder she was feeling a bit slow.
After taking a long drink, Phantom's eyes darted down to the water. Nothing but her own reflection was shown to her. The mare's mouth twisted into a disgusted sneer as her eyes roamed over her own face. When she had come to Isola Dei Dei all those years ago she had been gorgeous. She had been one of those horses who knew that they were beautiful and would use it to her advantage. When she had been made Lead Warrior of Terra de Rocas, that quickly changed. The mare had been in so many battles, most of which were a success on her part. Her once spotless coat was now dirty in many places, leaving permanent marks. There were various scars all over her legs, body, and face, which took away so much of the beauty she once held before. Patches of fur were missing from her legs and belly that would never grow back. Her mane and tail were knotted and uneven from being ripped out numerous times. The only thing she had left was her body structure. Without her refined breeding she would just look like an old nag who would be left for dead.
Deciding that is was best not to be a critic on her own self, Phantom quickly turned away and wandered over to a patch of decent looking grass as she put her head down to graze. After a few bites she lifted her head and watched a couple of sparrows fighting with each other. They seemed so energetic, so... alive. Only a few more days until she could be like those sparrows; spirited and alive once more.
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Post by Wolfie on Mar 26, 2011 20:40:38 GMT -5
scout. [/font][/center] It was early morning, around 7:30am. The sunrise was quite beautiful - dashing reds and mustard yellows, soft cloud dustings painted across a deep orange backdrop. The sun was a massive round pulsating ball, suspended in mid air like some kind of amazing jewel. The land was covered in a light misting of fog, making the budding trees stand out. It was beautiful out this morning, no mistaking. Scout took the time to watch it all. Life lately on the isle had been.. interesting. So much turmoil. So to see the land still very much alive, even amongst angst and decay, was enlightening.
He walked into the depths of the forest so that the sunrise was hidden by the towering canopies. They were still only budding, not yet reaching and grasping with thick, emerald leaves. The only shadows cast upon the ground were thin and lithe, but Scout was thankful for early morning peace. He had spent all yesterday talking with his mother and Rayan, an old colt-hood friend, so peace to relax and think was a treat.
A flash of white caught his attention. He rose his bold-colored head and stared with his trademark pale blue eyes at the thing. It was a horse, a mare, small, rugged. He watched her, peering from behind a thick, mossy pine. She was heavily pregnant, sides heaving and bulged. Odd for a pregnant mare to just be wandering, without her mate. He wasn't one to barge into other equines business, or even care, but he was bored and his interest was peaked.
He walked from behind the evergreen and bowed his head. Hello, ma'am. He stood a ways from here. Sorry if I am bothering you.. He added, noting pregnant mares could be moody. He watched her with those great blue eyes, from underneath his thick tawny forelock.
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Post by Rigs on Mar 26, 2011 21:08:12 GMT -5
Everyone’s story seemed the same to Evander. It was always that something bad had happened in the past. And this was such a constant that at times, the normally nonchalant stallion would become cerebral, chewing on philosophy in the same manner a cow chews her cud. He stood silent and still, imagining himself as a researcher on a new planet. He was an outsider anyways, belonging to no herd. He watched the pregnant mare study the pool of water before she turned away to graze.
Evander’s coat was shaggy, still in its thicker winter form. And his glass-colored eyes had a mischievous glint to them. His face was expressively uncaring—the kind of face of the horse that would snort, turn away, and ignore you. He liked to play that part. It made him feel like he was doing something right. But right now, he had been alone for a while. Horses were never meant to be alone. They always seemed to find one another. And it was proven in that moment when another stallion had approached the pregnant mare. He was a polite horse, introducing himself, apologizing, and doing any sort of thing for the sake of chivalry and etiquette. Evander snorted loudly, finding disdain in such behavior. The thing he hated about all this high-culture acting was that it was hard to separate true nature from trained politeness.
The lone stallion revealed his position with a cocky manner of speaking, more fit for a colt than a mature stallion. He wanted precisely to be a foil to the regal male. Show the female that though some stallions were knights, some were immature rangers, bereft of any kind of responsibility, but neither hating nor loving such a status. His words were loud and his speech was colorful and directed to the scarred Arabian mare. He purposefully overlooked her pregnant condition because he had noticed something that seemed odd for an expecting mother so close to foaling: Where was her pride for motherhood?
“Ah, come now, suh-weet. You ain’t gonna show off how purdy you are with all that melancholy.” He gave a laugh. He knew how much of a hypocrite he was. Musing over silly things as often as others did—maybe even more—but at least he could always enjoy life in the now. That was important.
See, he needed to remind himself sometimes, that the horse he used to be was gone. When he was left alone to wander on his own for too long, he would forget that one solid fact. It took another face and his own words telling them all his wisdom about living in the now to get him back on track. The mare had come just in time.
“What’s tomorrow but tomorrow? What’s yesterday, but dead and gone?” His drawl made his speech run like molasses in the air, and made some of what he said lost in the rhythm of how he spoke.
“And you, chuck, gotta loosen up. All uptight and all.” Evander winked, and then added, “Naw, it’s all cute on you, darlin’. Be one of those lawmen for all I care; it’s cute on you.” Already he had gone into flirting. It was easier than saying hello. Anyways, what did hello tell anyone you said it to but that you were the sort of horse to say hello? Evander felt that he made a good impression. Certainly, all the attention was on him now. That was all he wanted: to command the stage and play his part.
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Post by Vel on Mar 26, 2011 22:58:45 GMT -5
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The Arab lifted her head once more as she detected a presence nearby. Over the years Phantom had developed a very keen sixth sense of sorts that enabled her to know if someone, or something, was just out of sight, hiding in the shadows. The mare's ears flicked back and forth as she waited for what ever was in the shadows of the trees. Phantom was ready to fight if she needed to. Just the mere thought of a scuffle made her even more curious to see who was there; friend or foe? She had always loved a good battle an obviously had won all of hers since she was still standing here today.
Just as Phantom had decided to go investigate, a smart looking stallion emerged from the depths of the forest. Phantom almost wanted to laugh. She had been expecting something much more more threatening. To her, it was almost a let down, for she had been hoping to fight. Then again she was in no condition to be fending off large brutes in her current state.
The stallion appeared to be just as nice as he seemed. Phantom offered him a soft smile and not of her head as he greeted her. "No, you aren't bothering me." she said, tilting her head a bit as she looked at him. He looked so typical, the type that always wandered in these parts. Phantom was used to wandering in the darker lands of the island, just to get adventure out of it. Now she was forced to stay in these happy lands since she was not in her top fighting shape.
Phantom was about to ask the stallion what his name was, ready to humour him in light conversation when a rather flamboyant stallion made his way onto the scene. The mare resisted the urge to roll her eyes at this stallion. She had several of these cocky lads who had come under her command. She had put them in their place soon enough. But, this was not her homeland, not her army, these were just other horses wandering around just as she was doing.
Knowing it was not her place to, well, put him in his place, Phantom decided to humour this stallion as well. "Well 'ello there, aren't you just the smoothest talker?" she said as she looked at the stallion. "Y'know I didn't know that this was such a popular place for lone stallions." she commented, looking between the two, wondering if either of them would answer. This could prove to be an interesting day after all, even if it was in a different way than she had expected. Any battle that would occur here would be a verbal joust, nothing more. Perhaps she could recruit either one of these strong stallions to Rocas to be in her army. They did look like promising subjects. That was a plot for a later time. For now she would just put on an act and give them what they wanted.
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Post by Wolfie on Mar 27, 2011 18:36:02 GMT -5
As time would have it, today had not been so interesting, nor had any other day before. Scout had meerily melted into the fabric of daily livings, not straying too far from the prewritten chapters of life. He was always traveling from one place to another, but it never interested him. He was quite bored with life and it showed in his disdainful expression and detatched ways of speaking. Still he tried to stay polite, not making a common on the mares mangled appearance. She still was pretty, he noted, with a light frame and powder white coat, though tainted with dirt. What a gem she must have been in her glory day. He mused for a second before snapping himself into reality with a mental scold.
Thats good. He remarked, after she assured him he was not being a bother. He kicked himself for not being good at small talk, but another stallion saved him. A sly fellow trotted in from wherever he came from, drawling flirtatiously at the mare. Scout pinned his ears and backed away, his pale blue eyes flickering from mare to stallion. I didn't know they hung here either.. I am meerily passing through.
Scout gave the stallion a hard look. He didn't much like other stallions. He did have male friends, Rayan came to mind. But he didn't much like to spend time with them for long. All his friends before were mares. He especially didn't like this new breed of crude, forward stallions and this one reeked of such behavior. Jag gillar inte din sort, hora hingst. he muttered under his breath.
He turned to the white femme. Where are my manners? I am Scout. And you, ma'am? Again he bowed his head momentarily.
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Post by Rigs on Mar 29, 2011 20:53:22 GMT -5
“Ha, I ain’t no smooth-talker, darlin’; I’m stallion ‘nuff to admit that,” Evander said with a chuckle. He noted that his explosive introduction didn’t take well and so tuned himself down a bit, though he did have fun with crossing the line between being tolerable and being a jackass twenty times in one meeting. “Well, a horse is a horse is a horse. And besides, I’m well-past the years where I’m a-gonna act upon impulses. I’m far too sensible.” He grinned, but the grin faded as he looked toward Scout, who had muttered something under his breath, and then, turned around and was pleasant to the mare, saying something about manners. So, whatever it was, Evander had had him pegged from the moment he saw him. He was old enough to know that politeness never seemed to be some inherent character trait. It always was an act. Just like his act as the rude, but flirty stallion.
Evander had an easy approach to things—this included. He pricked his ears toward Scout and said, “Oh, Scout. You asked yerself a fine question; I must admit. Where are your manners?” He drew out the word ‘are’ in his question. “Didn’t your momma ever tell you,” Evander asked with a wink, “that it’s rude to mumble?” He moved next to Scout without notice and asked the mare, “So, what do you think? Us two good ol’ boys? Matchy-matchy? Least I can admit I'm a rude son of a gun.”
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Post by Vel on Mar 30, 2011 16:45:24 GMT -5
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Phantom's eyes turned to the quieter of the two stallions as he answered her question. Phantom could relate to just passing through lands like this. She felt so out of place here. Everything was too bright and happy. Phantom was one of those horses who would search for trouble, go looking for battles. Sometimes Phantom just wished that she had been born a stallion. Hell, she was mistaken for one sometimes in battle, not to mention she held a very high position that only males had ever held onto before.
The mare raised her brow a bit as the 'smooth-talker' tried to tell her how he was not one. There was no sense in trying to argue her point, she did not feel like getting into a verbal battle with anyone just yet. Phantom had many horses like him under her command. All of them carried the same attitude, especially toward her since she was, well, a she. There was no doubt that this stallion acted on his impulses. He seemed arrogant enough to do so. Phantom just knew one day he would regret it. The vain stupidity of that sort often got horses injured, or even killed. As Phantom always said, everyone would learn their own lessons through their faults and mistakes, even if it did take something drastic.
The other stallion muttered something under his breath, which caused the grey mare to focus back on him for a moment. Mumbling under one's breath never did any good. She never understood why horses would mumble and not just say what needed to be said. She had always put things out there in very blunt, matter-of-fact words, getting straight to her point without beating around the bush. Then again, that is why Phantom was where she was today. She got things done and over with in the shortest time, not to mention she was efficient at her job. Communication was key.
The muttering stallion kindly introduced himself as Scout. Somehow, Phantom felt that the name suited him perfectly. He was such a polite boy, someone who would easy to get along with, and a horse who would be willing to obey orders. He seemed strong and agile as well. Perhaps Phantom would recruit him into Terra de Rocas to join her army. She desperately needed new blood under her command, especially after the horrific Zunden ambush. That surprise attack had killed off almost all of the herd, as well as most of her warriors. It had been one of the most tragic days in Terra de Rocas' history.
"I'm Phantom, Head Warrior of Terra de Rocas." the Arab automatically rattled off. She had given this greeting so many times overs the years that the words just rolled off of her tongue with extreme ease. When she had come to this island she had always thought it was funny and a bit odd how, when meeting horses from a herd, they introduced themselves with their name and then their position in the herd. At first she had thought it was a way of flaunting one's own status, but she soon found out that giving names this way was just like breathing to them, something very natural. It was no way to flaunt anything, it was a sign of accomplishment and also a way to answer many unspoken questions between a conversational partner. "What about you? You gotta name lad?" she asked, directing the question to the currently nameless (at least to her) stallion.
Once again Nameless (Phantom had decided to call him that until he, and if he would, give his name.) opened his mouth and directed his words toward Scout. Phantom had to hold back the smirk that was playing on her lips. She could already sense scout's agitation. The two stallions were so different that it was an almost comical scene to witness. Humour was something that Phantom had not been exposed to in a long while. It was nice to try to hold back smiles for once in her life.
Phantom's ears twitched as Nameless started speaking to her. Were those words really coming out of his mouth? It was all so... stupid. Phantom threw Scout a pitying glance before looking sternly at Nameless. "Just leave 'im be." she sighed. "Even an idiot could see that y'are the rude one an' Scout is a gentleman. Know I know that'll probably feed your ego, but I'd rather not listen to a petty argument." Phantom informed him. This was certainly going to be an interesting day.
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Post by Wolfie on May 1, 2011 16:12:59 GMT -5
scout. I won't let you say goodbye, and I'll be your reason why.[/center] Scout's ears remained pinned as the other stallion questioned him, yet he said nothing. Scout wasn't one to argue, only when he was thrusted off the edge - and for now, he was relatively un-bothered. He meerily looked away, as if deep in thought, and remained quiet. For a moment he stayed this way before quickly looking at Evandar and said I am sorry that my manners do not meet your high standards. I'll try harder next time. He stepped back wards and walked off, with a hundred mile gaze, as if he was fixated by something. Always so deep in thought. And always so mysterious, Scout was. He was as transparent as mud, he was.
He looked over his shoulder to listen to the mares words, firing back at Evandar. He always found arguments very amusing, seeing as he rarely pursued such activities. He turned around and watched them for a moment, now worried that Evandar may try and start a fight with him, or even the mare. He didn't trust that stallion as far as he could throw him. I didn't want to start an argument. What are you trying to get at, stallion, if anything? Scout was less then curious but drawing Evandar's attention away from any quarrel was Scout's first priority.. socialization was so risky these days for an anxious horse like Scout.
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