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Post by TARDIS on Jul 31, 2008 1:33:12 GMT -5
des·ti·ny
noun, plural
The power or agency that determines the course of events. The odd coloured essa galloped onto the land. It was not a gallop for fun, but a gallop away from danger. Her opticals were wide and her breath was in shorts bursts. She turned her head and looked behind her. They had stopped chasing her. She let out a sigh of relief. Her legs slowed to a canter and then to a fast walk. After a moment of walking, she realised she had no clue as to were she was. She blinked her brown orbs and looked at the surroundings around her. This was slightly familiar to her.
I must be in a herd's land. She figured as she walked along. She racked her brain for the name of the place. She knew she knew it. She had been told about it by her mother and she had been here when she was a little foal. I remember. When I was younger this land was called Terra Scure. It used to be park of the dark lands until a stallion claimed it. I has obviously changed herds now. She now remembered. She knew that this land was once held by the Elemental Herds of the land, her ancestors. She was a pure blooded Cavallo Dell'Isola, the native breed of the island. She knew that there were not many of her breed left, and that she was special. She had been told so by her mother and the others of her breed.
She once asked her mother what Elemental's she had in her. Her mother had told her she had the blood of the Fire Herd, Time Herd, and Love Herd in her. She always found that funny since the Fire Herd horses were the first to go and caused the diminish of all the other elemntal herds. She was proud to be a Cavallo Dell'Isola and she was proud to be related to those three herds. In fact her father was a direct descendant of the last ruler of the time herd. Her mother was then a mix between a fire herd member and a love herd member.
As she pulled her self out of those thoughts, she looked around again. With out even noticing she had wandered into a small forest. This is just great. I'm already getting lost. She rolled her optics to her self and turned around to try and find the path again. After a few moments of sauntering along, she located the worn dirt path. She shook her brindle neck sending her banner all over the place. She walked around a bit looking for signs of life. She did not dare let out a calling. She was prone to getting into trouble, so she just kept quiet. She continued to wander along. Maybe some one would find her. She will just have to wait and see. |
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Post by sibber-chow on Aug 1, 2008 1:25:06 GMT -5
A fae approached her land, nostils flaring as a new scent greeted her. A new fae upon her terra. She grunted, unsure what to make of the equine that now roamed her domain. Her hooves stepped roughly upon the earth. The fae wasn't timid of her pressence being known, in fact she wanted to alert the mare of her location; she would route out whether she was worthy of even stepping hoof on her land by the vix's reaction. If she made a flee, well, than she deserved to be chased from the lands, tail tucked under. If she stood strong, she was worth a second glance. And, if she posed a challenge she would fight her with the best of her ability.
As her visage came to sight, her crown raised up, necking cresting out; she soon gave a loud nicker, making sure she was aware she was there. "Fae, who are thee?" She questioned, her voice strong.
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Post by TARDIS on Aug 4, 2008 21:08:30 GMT -5
des·ti·ny
noun, plural
The power or agency that determines the course of events.
The brindle vix lifted her head as she heard the sound of hoof beats somewhere in the distance, at first she figured just another equine loner like herself. The thought that it could be the owner of the land popped into her mind. her towers whicked about her skull as she strained to hear if another called out. even if they did, would they be friendly? She would just have to wait and see.
The scent of the 'other' filled her empty nostrils. she inhaled the scent quite deeply. It was another vixen like herself. She may be a wanderer or even a Goddess of the land. Vix flicked her multi - colour whip chords as insects landed on her rump and started to bite her flesh. Towers shot left as the distinct melody of an equine bellow came to her. Her dirt colour liquids searched the barren landscape for the one who had emitted the sweet melody into the wrm summer air.
Liquids soon focused on an ebonite figure just a few metres ahead. The figure soon spoke. "Fea, who are thee?" Her lyrics floated to Destiny's awaiting twin towers, which were directly pointed at the black essa. The obsidian vix's vioce sound strong and commanding. Destiny waited a moment before answering the ebony. "They call me Destiny." She stepped forward a few strong strides. "What do they curse you?" she questioned, taking her chances. If the vix was going to fight her, Destiny would fight right back. Brindle vix tested the scent of the land once again. It seemed to have been marked by antoher. This ebony essa in front of her had a scent just like the one Destiny had tested on the earth a moment ago. Her deep chocolate liquid remained on the shadowy fea. Destiny stomped one socked leg and waited for the black to answer. |
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Post by sibber-chow on Aug 7, 2008 23:34:24 GMT -5
Fiana studied Destiny's reactions with interest. Her towers twirled as the fae spoke, even having the gall to stomp a hoof. For the vixen's well-being, Fiana was going to blame that stomp on the flies rather than impatience. In fact, the flies were burdening this ebony fae a bit too much. And, what fae, even the bravest, would threaten this ebony mare 'pon her own land?
She shook her crown, her neck shivering from the shake, mane tossing about. Speaking of flies, one rather large horse-fly had decided to take feed 'bout her neck. Ironic.
It allowed the fae to clear her mind, mauling over the fae's name. Destiny is what she had said; and, now it was time to give her name. "They curse... me, Fiana," she grunted out gently, taking a few paces foward before redirecting her steps to pace around the vixen, studying her. She made a complete orbit around the fae before stopping in front of her. She shuffled her haunches about, her muzzle being a mere metre away from the other's. She stood still for a moment, merely watching the fae. Finally, she spoke, "What is your purpose here?"
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Post by TARDIS on Aug 8, 2008 15:16:41 GMT -5
des·ti·ny
noun, plural
The power or agency that determines the course of events.
Destiny watched the ebony fea as she shook her dail to rid herself of horse flies. Destiny's harks perked as the ebony started to speak. "They curse... me, Fiana," she gently spat out. Fea's name was Fiana. Destiny continued to watch as the one dubbed Fiana took a few steps and then circled Destiny's brindle bodice. Destiny studied the black as the black studied her. Fiana then came to a halt facing her about a metre away. Destiny did not know what she was planning on doing. Fighting or just speaking, Destiny was prepared. After a few silent seconds the fea spoke again. "What is your purpose here?"
Destiny thought for a moment. She really did not have a purpose for being in the fea's terra. "I just happened to cross the land when I was being persued by them. They stopped chasing me so I slowed to rest here." Destiny was just a drifter. She had no herd to go to. She stopped where ever it seemed safe enough. They would always find her and try to kill her, but that didn't really matter. She was to elusive for them. She always got away or killed one of them. She even had scars to prove it. She looked to the one cursed Fiana waiting to see how the ebony would react. |
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Post by sibber-chow on Aug 15, 2008 14:30:13 GMT -5
The tension was great as the ebony paced the brindle, and the tension only rose as she faced the opposing Fae. She could see the brindle was perpared in case of fight, and this only ade Fiana smile. It amused her to see how tense the fae could get, but it intrigued her more. It was a good sign, possibly suggesting this fae may be good for her herd. However, she had second thoughts upon hearing that the fae was chased here.
"Seeing as you may have lead your pursuers into my lands, I'm inclined to query who it is that is chasing you..." it was important that she found out. If the fae lead to great a force into her lands, Fiana would be forced to chase the Brindle out as well, no matter how much the herd needed the extra nubers.
See, Fiana couldn't risk the safety of her herd which was still small. While, Fiana had no doubt she could take on any force, she had to be logical. She couldn't lead her herd into a suicide battle that they had no chance of winning. She had to be smart about these circumstances. She would judge her next ove on the brindle's response.
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Post by TARDIS on Aug 16, 2008 23:56:22 GMT -5
des·ti·ny
noun, plural
The power or agency that determines the course of events.
Brindle looked to Fiana as she smiled a bit. Why was she doing that? It didn't matter. The essa looked around the scenery once again. She liked the look of the land. this lead mare had good taste. Her attenion was drawn back to the ebony in front of her. Destiny relaxed a bit, feeling that there was no need for a fight. She flicked her multi - coloured banner as her towers perked at the sound of Fiana's lyrics. "Seeing as you may have lead your pursuers into my lands, I'm inclined to query who it is that is chasing you..."
Destiny nodded a bit, understanding what this mare was saying. If she lead the ones chasing her into the land, she would be asked to leave and never come back. But they had stopped chasing her when she entered claimed lands. They were afriad of one's with power, herds and land since they had none. Yet. "I ensure you that they did not follow me into the land. They don't go to claimed lands. They are afriad of claimed lands and the herds."
Destiny then knew Fiana would want to know who was chasing her. "I'm sure you want to know who is cahsing me. It's a very long story. I'll just tell youthat they will never come to this land since it is claimed. No need to worry." It was really a long story. Destiny would tell her if she really wanted to know and if Fiana let her into her herd. She owuld just leave if the fae wanted her to do so. "If you would like me to leave just tell me and I will run out of here to another claimed land." She had to find a claimed land so they would not get her. It wasn't even her fault, why were they after her?
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Post by sibber-chow on Aug 19, 2008 22:18:28 GMT -5
Fiana noted the release in tension fro the fae. Good, she seemed to relax, it was a decent sign. Not only did it mean that the fae was no threat to Fiana's herd, but it also meant that whatever threat was following the brindle really wasn't a threat to the herd either.
The ebony studied the mare as she nodded her head and then spoke. So, the threat was afraid of herds? Reasonable enough. Fiana wouldn't bother asking questions now. The fae had assured her enough for the time being, though she'd find out the full story later. At the moment, the ebony needed more herd members and if the force ever decided to strike her lands, she would need those numbers.
"Running from here will not be necessary fae. You may join my herd if you see fit, you seem to be a well-aged fae, I trust you can fend for the herd in some way. The herd will meet not long from now, I trust you will be there when I call?" Her question was rhetorical though, she was pretty sure the fae would join them. With that, the fae turned about, heading off into the woods.
OoC|| Sorry, low muse.
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Post by TARDIS on Aug 21, 2008 20:00:25 GMT -5
des·ti·ny
noun, plural
The power or agency that determines the course of events.
Destiny could tell that this fae was still studying her. Destiny did not mind at all, this vix was the leader after all and had to keep her herd safe. Brindle essa shook her neck as soon as there was a silence between the two conversing equines. Brindle's twin zeniths pricked up as the ebony essa started to speak once again. "Running from here will not be necessary fae. You may join my herd if you see fit, you seem to be a well-aged fae, I trust you can fend for the herd in some way. The herd will meet not long from now, I trust you will be there when I call?"
She had been accepted into the herd. She was now part of a herd and they couldn't get her anymore. A few might try but they would not enter the claimed lands of terra De Rocas. Fiana had said somthing about a herd meeting. es, she would be there, how could she not be. She watched as her new leader trotted off. Destiny began to meander around the grounds of De Rocas. She found where the boarders of the land laid and how large it was. It was fairly large, enought to sustain a large group of equines.
She grazed for awhile when her stoack type head shot up at the sound of her leader's calling. She broke into a strong canter and made her way to the meeting.
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