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Post by kallie. on Sept 24, 2011 2:06:13 GMT -5
What am I to do... Zenobia snorted, against the confusion that came with asking herself that. She had no idea what path lay ahead of her, and it was becoming maddening. Anxiety gripped her, common for the filly. Summer was, indeed already had, rolled in. That was very well and all, but the lazy, albeit torturiously hot, days would end. Green grass would die, and be harder to come upon. She knew the borders of this... island, this huge box. But it's insides, it's anatomy, of that... she had no clue. Careful not to quicken her pace (Zenobia was careful to blend in as much as possible), her charcoal-black muzzle tossed agitatedly.
Rapidly switching gears, Zenobia scanned her surroundings - Black nostrils flares while her silver ears twithed. The dainty body reluctantly slowed, ambling along the meandering shore line. She sensed others, none dangerously close, and her taut muscles relaxed. The vast beach felt secure, she could see anyone coming, and outrunning them on such a track would be a breeze. Zenobia was petite, but she was sturdy built. On the verge of maturity her lungs were taking on her ancestors migh. Her straight and graceful legs becoming more quick in their step, and more powerful. The dapple she horse stopped, gratefully taking the chance to rest.
She knew the risk of other horses, and being so close to... them, she was uncomfortable. Even as she slowly pivotted on her hind hooves, taking in her enviroment, she watched for others. Jittery. That's how she felt. Kicking her tiny diamionds up, she flitted 20 yards across the sand, then screeched to a stop. It was the perfect time of year, and her heart was bursting with the sun. It felt so good to run for a bit, stretch her legs, compared to the weary past few weeks she had been, picking her way through forests, and boring plains.
Kicking up sand again, she streaked back to her original spot, halting, and looking about her again. There was a somber mood about her, and she bitterly wondered what it was like to be with others, young like her, dancing across the land alongside her. You don't want that, stupid, you've seen how awful others can be. Pawing at the sand, her nose dipped down, itching at a foreleg, losing her train of thought after realizing how exposed she was. In the blaring sunlight, her vivid silver pelt probably stuck out like a sore thumb.
Even though it hurt her heart, she felt a weird akiness to this lonesome track of beach, Zenobia knew she would move on soon. Again the troubling thought of where took her mind over, and her ambling pace picked up. Breathing a worried sigh, she took to pacing the waters edge, her mind wandering. Besides, you are weak, you would die, silly. Don't get involved, you are safe alone. She could feel in her bones the tension surrounding all those who lived close to each other, forever at war over one thing or another.
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Post by Vel on Sept 25, 2011 9:29:22 GMT -5
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The ivory mare trotted on the well worn dirt path that ran through the dark forest on her way to Spiagga del Nord. She would never quite know what had prompted her to journey to the red sands on this particular day, but she felt as if this was the place that she needed to be at the moment. Why argue with a feeling like that?
Phantom often wandered around the island when there was nothing to do in her small herd of Terra de Rocas. Her herd used to be one of the most powerful on the island, one of the largest. She was the lead warrior, commanding a sizable group of horses who were fit for battle and protecting the herd and the land that they resided on. How she wished it could still be like that. Everything had been ruined when those damned Zunden launched an attack on her herd. Almost everyone had perished in that battle, incluing the lead mare and stallion, as well as the only stallion that Phantom had ever loved.
Rocas had been in shambles after that. The leaders' daughter, Char, was next in line to take the position of leader of the Terra de Rocas herd. Char was so very young and naive. Those were not the qualities that someone would want in their leader. Thankfully, Phantom took charge, being a very close advisor to Char and basically running the herd until Char grew up a bit. The filly was almost at a mature level, but she still did some very stupid things that caused Phantom to be reluctant on stepping down and letting Char do what she wanted. Despite the bad things, Phantom knew that her new leader would soon fix her childish ways and become as great of a leader as her mother was.
The Arab snorted the moment her hooves touched the red sands of Spiagga del Nord. She had not been here in quite some time. She could remember that years ago she washed up on this shore when the barge that she was on caught fire and met a watery grave. How lucky she was to have escaped and swam the short distance to the shores of Isola Dei Dei. So many horses on this island shared similar stories, some of them loving what happened to them, others hating it with a passion. As for Phantom, she was now glad that she had suffered such an unfortunate event.
Phantom halted in her tracks when the form of another horse crossed her line of vision. Her chocolate eyes locked onto the stranger as she let out a friendly whinny, not wanted to cause any trouble. The mare slowly walked forward with her head held high as she approached the lone horse. "'Ello?" she called out, ready to see if this horse was friend or foe.
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[/color] Muse: Okay I guess
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Music: Opheliac - Emilie Autumn [/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by kallie. on Sept 25, 2011 17:39:39 GMT -5
Zenobia's head darted up, neck pulling taut, a chocolatey eye catching the approaching figure and examining. Amused, she snorted, curiously noting they they seemed to be the same ancestry. Following her movements with a precise stare, Zen's daggers crunched into the sand, tensing with twitching muscles. Subconsciously she was calculating the situation. Ello? The white fairy called to her.
Catching back up to the moment, her words almost caught over themselves as she nickered, Hello there. Flustered. She had meant to ask WHO the mare was, but restrained her tongue, remembering the last time she had asked a random equine that. Some horses, were just, SO touchy. This one in particular didn't exactly take to a filly asking him of his dubbing, remarking she was stupid and it was none of her business. Sighing, her face furled as she watched the stranger. Zenobia had relaxed somewhat, but knew better than to let her guard down completely.
Treading forward a few paces, towards the approaching fae, Zenobia halted. Why would anyone care to talk with you? Anyone who has before only hurt you, and now your about to find yourself in the same situation. Sighing, she waited for the mare to approach. Supposing it would make sense to return the gesture, her frame gave up a few more feet closer. Heart pounding even more furiously, Zen managed to keep a contained composure.
muse:>alright.
ooc:>
music:>none : p
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Post by Vel on Sept 26, 2011 17:24:47 GMT -5
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Phantom approached the young mare with caution, even though the stranger had returned her friendly greeting. You could never be too safe on this island. Phantom knew this all too well. A seemingly innocent horse might have some strange vendetta against your herd, family, or breed, especially if they were one of the elemental breeds. As far as elemental breeds were concerned, this filly was a far cry from the native horses on this island. In fact, this young horse looked to share the same heritage as Phantom did.
The only difference between Phantom and this filly was looks. The youngster was so beautiful, so full of life. There were not many marks on her rich pelt and her mane and tail looked almost silky. Phantom, on the other hand, had countless scars covering her ivory body from all the battles she had taken part in. There were patches where burns and large wounds had left her skin hairless. Her once beautiful face was also cut up and definitely carried the look of years gone by. Her mane and tail were knotted in some places and chunks were missing. Phantom was not a thing of beauty anymore. The only thing she had going for her was her bone structure. Her conformation was wonderful, thanks to the superior bloodlines that ran through her veins.
The fae halted several strides away from the filly, nodding her head in a small greeting. "I was beginning to think that I was the only one around here." she mentioned, referring to the large expanse of red sand that ran into the sea. Phantom's chocolate eyes took in the filly's composure, seeing that she was a bit.. nervous? Phantom had never been good at reading other horse's emotion and feelings, but that is what it seemed like.
"I don't think I've seen you around here before." she continued, hoping to strike up some kind of conversation with the lost looking filly. "Did you just arrive on this island?" Phantom question, not caring how fast or bluntly she moved into the question. If there was one thing that this filly would learn about the old mare, it was that she always got straight to the point. She was not one to beat around the bush.
This young mare reminded her so much of herself when she arrived on this island; a pretty little things who looked like a lost fawn, only waiting for its mother to return. Seeing herself in this horse, Phantom wanted to steer her in the right direction, even if it just meant introducing her to everything that was Isola Dei Dei (if she had come from another land of course).
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Post by kallie. on Sept 27, 2011 20:04:00 GMT -5
Zen snorted, overwhelmed by what seemed a flurry of questions thrown at her. She was caught up in absorbing the femme, a body of battle history, and a strong prescence. Rather, she put Zenobia at ease, and after a lengthy pause, she snorted and rushed to regain her words. I'm from here... She paused thinking hard on her next sentences. Phantom was an odd reflection of herself. Enumerating qualities that Zen herself often wished to possess. Too many times had she felt stupid, fumbling over strenuous terrain, trying so hard to track a feasable meal. A blush that might have been noticable on her facade took over her face, and again she felt the familiarity of being stupid.
"I'm from here, but I know nothing of the land or it's inhabitants. I do my best to avoid both." She had no idea how to answer the straight forward question, except with the same. Normally Zen would do her best to disguise her green-ness, her silly notion of the world around her, but she felt no reason to hide that from Phantom. This femme seemed friendly enough, despite her scars; At least, she had made no aggressive acts towards Zen thus far. She saw no reason to front. Shyly looking down, her warm optics avoid Phantoms. She felt inadequate to what appeared an extremely able animal.
"I'm Zenobia, by the way." Her name, one of the few qualities she did possess. It was hers, in such a way she couldn't describe. She felt extremely protective of it, mostly because it was all she had in so many months of solitude. Offering it up angered her, feeling too intrusive. Methodically her pale hooves pawed underneath, digging into the sand. Periodically Zen had been doing this since Phantoms appearance, the only display of edginess in her.
muse: not bad, but probably just cause I'm so pumped to roleplay again 
ooc:..
music: Everything You Need-Slightly Stoopid
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Post by Vel on Sept 30, 2011 16:03:14 GMT -5
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The white mare found it odd that a native of this spectacular, mysterious island knew nothing of the land or the beings who inhabited it. Was was even stranger was the fact that she tried to distance herself from knowing these things on purpose. Why would she try to distance herself from all of this? Phantom could see the point in not wanting to get involved with herd politics and staying out of trouble, but it was actually quit sad that she was born here and new nothing of the land. At least her parents would have told her a bit of the history of the island, right? Hell, the birds around these parts chattered and gossiped so much that Phantom had learned of things that never would have surfaced otherwise. Birds played a very large role on this island, especially the ravens. Phantom's herd, Terra de Rocas, and their strong ally, Terra delle Liberta, used ravens as a communication tool. In exchange for a complete allegiance from the ebony birds, the horses of the two great herds gave the ravens a safe place to live, plenty of area to scavenge for food, and protection from the elements and animals who might want to prey on them.
Liberta and Rocas were not the only herds using other animals to their advantage. Many of the dark herds had successfully been able to make an alliance with some of the deer herds. Not all deer were partial to the dark herds, but it was best to be cautious around them. One would never know if they were listening for their enemy, or if they were just harmless deer wandering around the land.
The Zunden had taken the idea of using avians to the extreme. The offered all the large birds of prey on the island, mainly eagles, a home and a powerful status over other avian variates. One thing that the Zunden possessed that the other herds did not was a strong elemental power; the ability to control fire. Because of this power, their leader was able to help the eagles undergo transformations that would turn them into what could only be described as a phoenix, a fire bird.
The Arab's wandering mind found its way back to reality when the young mare in front of her introduced herself as Zenobia. That was an interesting name. Certainly something unique on this island, for Phantom had never even heard the word zenobia uttered on this godforsaken piece of land. Phantom gave a slight bob of her dished head in recognition. "I am Phantom, Lead Warrior of Terra de Rocas." she offered in return, giving out her name and title along with her herd. It was custom around here to introduce oneself by offering their calling before adding their position in their herd and finally their herd (if they had one of course).
"So, what brings to these more... populated parts of the island?" the mare asked curiously, wondering why the filly had left her life of solitude and ventured upon a beach that was so rarely inhabited by a single creature.
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[/color] Muse: not that great =C
OOC: Sorry for the late reply, I've been really busy these past three days
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