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Post by iz the great and powerful on Aug 13, 2011 17:09:49 GMT -5
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Heavy pillars heaved against the ocean of grass, hooves seeming like boulders as the fae hesitantly drug herself toward the large group of horses on the painted fields of grass. The scalding sun didn't help either, as she toiled along, nearly reaching the horses. She paused, blissfully taking in cool lung-fulls of delicious oxygen. Sinnamon sighed, her jagged graying scar throbbed due to her efforts as she was breathing. The femmora sighed, and closed her ebony oculars. She despised the idea of relying on other equines for her own safety, but she knew without the protection she would perish sooner. Sinn surveyed the herd with a sharp, quick glance. Her orbs narrowed as the band's brutes came into her view. She gritted her teeth, and continued on, at least she had the discipline to at least attempt to come in contact with any stags again.
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[/color] Muse: bleh. -_- Word Count: 150 OOC: I WUMBO! xP Music: Shut Me Up- Mindless Self Indulgence [/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Vel on Aug 17, 2011 15:30:37 GMT -5
The ebony stallion lifted his head as he heard one of the land's ravens calling to him. The large bird quickly landed on his back and told him that there was a wandering mare who had some how wandered into Liberta and seemed to be looking for something or someone. Lassan hoped that she was not trying to pass through, for there were only two entrances to the cliff surrounded plot of land. One of those openings had to be the valley pass she came through and the other was an obscure path through an isolated beach up one of the cliff sides to the plateau at top.
The Arabian broke into a lope as he approached the area where his raven friend Giltrent said that he had last seen the mare. The leader of the land slowed his pace down as he got closer to her, not wanting to frighten her into thinking that she was not welcome here. "Hello there!" he called out to her with a friendly smile as he walked up to her, holding his head level. She was a pretty thing, definitely some one who picked a safe place to wander into.
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Aug 18, 2011 11:54:21 GMT -5
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The copper fae lept back in utter fear as the obsidian brute approached her. She kept her sculpted head low, hesitantly making her way back in front of him. She searched for polite words to say, "I am known as Sinnamon, but you may call me Sinn." she muttered, "I am in search of a herd to reside in." the feminique reluctantly added. She still had deep distrust toward him, and any other one of the male horses in this, or any other herd, but it was better than being alone. The mare braced herself, waiting to be beaten, her underside screaming at her with her emotions of stress, fear, and pain. She looked at the friendly expression on his face, then she realized he most likely not out to kill her. The fae reluctantly raised her head to a leveled height and looked at him with worried eyes.
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Post by Vel on Aug 18, 2011 16:51:14 GMT -5
Lassan cocked his head slighty to the side as the mare slunk back as if she were going to be killed. This caused Lassan to take a few steps back to give her more space. The poor thing was obviously frightened to death. What had caused her to be like this Lassan could only imagine. At least she had chosen a safe place to wander to. Any other herd around here beside Rocas, the copper fae might not be so lucky.
She then voiced that her name was Sinnamon, but she went by the name Sinn and she was looking for a herd to join. "I am Lassan, leader of this herd, Terra delle Liberta. Welcome." he said with a slight bob of his head. He kept his voice quiet and calm with a smile and bright eyes the whole time. Anything to make this skittish mare from running off. "And you've come just to the right place if you are looking for a herd miss." he informed her. "If you don't mind me asking, what lands did you come from, or are you new to this island, a traveler from the land of the humans as many of the horses around here are?" Lassan always made it a point to get to know his herd members, even if it was just a little bit. He wanted them to feel welcomed and at home here.
OOC: oops XD DONT JUDGE HIM CAUSE HES BLACK ;P jk hes a nice guy and hes not big at all. most the mares are bigger than he is XD hes an average 15hh Arab.
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Aug 18, 2011 19:26:30 GMT -5
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"Oh, no sir, I'm not even too sure about what a 'human' is." she softly replied, "I washed up onto the island last night, after my father abandoned me from his 'training'" She added, her knees shaking at the thought of her father, who looked similar to this stag, but his eyes were cruel and hard, while his were soft and caring. She kept her head low, avoiding eye contact with him. She flinched when a sharp pain stabbed her where her huge hideous scar was placed. Sinnamon bit at her side and then ignored it. Stress and fear built up inside her, but his calm mood kept her calmer than she usually acted around masculine horses. She cleared her throat and slightly raising her head, still avoiding eye contact.
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Post by Vel on Aug 19, 2011 19:00:25 GMT -5
To be honest, Lassan did not know what a human was either. He had heard plenty of stories and even descriptions of the strange creatures, but the Arab had never seen one with his own eyes. Sinn said that she had come from another land to this island, which Lassan did not see how that was possible since the only way horses came were ships or planes, but it had obviously happened to the mare. Who was her father? That was a question that quickly flitted through the ebony stag's mind as he listened.
"Well, would you like a tour of Liberta Sinn?" Lassan asked her. He would show her around the general areas, show her how to get to the sea, introduce her to the idea of using the ravens in the land, and perhaps he would even find a member of his family who would say hello to the new fae.
OOC: LASSAN BE MONSTAH HORSE D< XD
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Aug 30, 2011 5:13:34 GMT -5
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Charcoal oculars insecurely found their way up toward the ebony stag's own. The feminique was still unsure of this strange land, but her conscience whispered to her that this would make an appropriate land to remain within. With an awkward smile she softly nodded her sculpted head, "That would be very kind of you, sir." the fear in her voice fading slightly more. This brute brought slight thoughts of her father, the ebony pelt, the powerful and dignified outward appearance. Though, in this masculine equine, something was different, the softer, kinder eyes were very much more pleasant to confront, rather than her own father's stone cold and intimidating facade. Finally, she snapped back to reality, remembering her deep distrust of brutes. She still wasn't fully convinced by this stag's peaceful facade, what if he was out to hurt her! She quickly pondered about her terms, she would take the quick tour of Liberta (with her guard at it's highest, of course), possibly meet a few of the other inhabitants, and if it met her standards, then she might think of residing at this still strange land to the femmora.
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[/color] Muse: bleh. -_- Word Count: 190 OOC: This is a shiittyy postXD Music: Chromaggia - Repo! The Genetic Opera [/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Vel on Aug 30, 2011 18:58:37 GMT -5
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The Arab's smile grew as she accepted his offer to show her around the land. "Well, this is the main grazing area, and as you know, the entrance to the land." he said, motioning to the canyon that lead into the land. "The whole land is surrounded by these large cliffs, making it a very safe place. There is only one other entrance beside this easy mountain pass. I'll show you where it is located once we reach the spot." Lassan explained, beginning to walk forward.
Lassan always had a good time showing horses around. It gave him time to talk to them, to get to know them for who they really were. He was a herd leader who made it a point to know his herd members. They were part of his family after all. Many herd leaders just tried to collect horses, especially mares to add to their herds, not caring any thing about them except the fact that they were there. Selfish bastards, the lot of them.
"What was your old home land like?" he asked her curiously as they entered a patch of wooded land, taking a well traveled path through the towering trees. Liberta was a unique place. It had plains, forests, beaches, and even rocky, badland type areas. It was one of the more unique places on the island, that was for sure.
Muse: okay Music: Le Bien Qui Fait Mal - Mozart Opera Rock OOC: NO. Mines shittier. but like mah new table?
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Sept 3, 2011 0:46:21 GMT -5
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The mare nodded and slowly trailed behind the ebony stag. Her charcoal ocules darted around, quickly surveying all of the land they were passing. Her worried gaze made contact with the stag, did she make an accurate judgement? Would he be sure that she was safe? She had to have been right! But what if he was trying to trick her into joining his herd so he could make him the mother of just a new herd member (which would most likely kill her)?
When the two equines entered the wooded area, Sinn's ears pricked at his curious speech, "And why would you want to know that?!" she said with an extremely paranoid tone, "Do you just want to use me as breeding stock?!" She cried clenching her teeth, yet staying in the same spot, as she already made too much of an effort swimming and toiling while finding her way to this strange land.
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Post by Vel on Sept 9, 2011 20:44:25 GMT -5
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Lassan halted in his tracks as the mare's voice began to grow to the point of hysterics. What the hell? She was obviously one unstable individual who he had to tiptoe around. Every innocent subject seemed to strike a nerve with her and cause her to think of the worst case scenario. Perhaps it was a good thing that she wound up in this herd. If she had taken a wrong turn and wandered around in the very close dark lands, she would probably be traumatized for the remainder of her life. (Which in the dark lands might not be very long at all, depending on who was roaming around out there.)
It seemed that her biggest concern so far was being used as 'breeding stock' for the land. Lassan had to hold back a laugh, not wanting to freak her out anymore. She really was an odd one. He felt it was best to take things slowly so she would not frighten herself anymore. "We don't have any broodmares in this herd. I don't believe in a herd system like that." he explained with a small smile, trying not to say something about her outrageous behaviour. He had worked with emotionally disturbed horses before and setting them off was not a good idea. "I am just curious. Like I come from this land, for my father ran it before me and I was born here. I didn't mean anything more by asking you." he said as he continued walking forward slowly, hoping to hear her hesitant steps following behind him.
Muse: okay Music: Rebel Yell - Billy Idol OOC: blaaaah
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Sept 16, 2011 23:28:54 GMT -5
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The small fae let out a small sigh, "My apologies." she nervously said, she hated her 'panic attacks', though it was very hard for Sinn to control herself, she occasionally could bring herself to a 'stable' state of conscience. The copper femmora shoved the insanity within herself away temporarily and looked shyly back over to the ebony brute, "I don't know what came over me." she lied, she knew ever since her father's 'lessons' she had been nearly insane. And how she hated it! The feminine knew this terra was safe, it was just if she could keep her mind in some sort of damn order! Sinnamon nodded at the stag's last words, "I understand." she softly muttered, hesitantly stepping behind him, following his confident strides. What the hell was wrong with her!
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Post by Vel on Sept 18, 2011 1:57:33 GMT -5
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"Don't worry about it." Lassan said, dismissing her apology for her strange behaviour. He had met some weird ones in his days, but Sinn was quite the basket case. Whever she had come from turned her into a terrified little filly who wanted nothing more than to be somewhere safe where no one could harm her again. The more Lassan thought about it, the more he thought baout his own daughters. What if they had turned out like this?
His eldest daughter Shadow was a grown mare and was old enough to have started a family of her own already but did not because she was somewhat socially with drawn ever since the random disappearance of her mother all those years ago. River was the first mare Lassan had ever loved and she had vansihed for no reason. He had hoped for years that she would return but she never had. Shadow had taken it harder than him, causing her psyche to be toyed with a bit.
His next daughter, Kibitala, had been a mistake when he had a fling with a mare by the name of Pouring Down Raine. That was short lived and Raine had been killed giving birth to her other daughter who was born out of another stallion on the island. Kibitala was by far the most mentally messed up child of his. She had gone through her share of trouble and gotten herself pregnant at a very young age. She had since taken to wandering and only showing up back home once in a while to visit her daughter who Lassan and his current mate Venom had taken in as their own.
Cosette was on the other end of the spectrum. She was a senisble young mare. Even thoguht she was rational and smart, she aimed high and lived with her head in the clouds most of the time. Cosette had literally lived the perfect life, not having any event happen to her or met a horse bad enough to screw her up like her two older sisters. Perhaps he should introduce Cosette to Sinn. The rational young brindle might be able to help calm Sinn and get her over what ever it was she had to get over. Cosette wasa very friendly horse who loved to talk and befriend others. This would benefit both Sinn and Cosette if they were to become friends. Lassan decided that on the tour of the land they would look for her. If he could not find her while oing that, he would send his raven friend, Giltrent, to go look for her and bring her to them.
"So have you ever heard of our little island before you came here?" Lassan asked with a glance over his shoulder. He hoped to find a topic he could talk to the mare about without upsetting her in some way. He figured that this was going to be a hard task, for everything he said probably reminded her of something that would set off another one of her little attacks.
Muse: Gewd Music: Pins and Needles - The Birthday Massacre OOC: I'm so hungry! FEED ME SEYMOUR!
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Sept 18, 2011 19:30:48 GMT -5
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The small fae smiled at the ebony stag's acceptance of her apology. She was glad he wasn't going to beat her until she had her head on straight (which would probably never happen). She sighed and quickly thought about her previous home. She felt so lucky to have found Liberta! She would be deader than her own father's sick damned soul. She clenched her jaw at the thought of her father, nares flaring with pure hatred. At the brute's next words she snapped back into reality, it took a serious amount of thought for her to remember what he had said to her, "Oh, no, sir." she said softly, "I just ran away from the devil I called 'Father' and woke up here." she softly added, come to think of it, how the hell did she even get here?! This worried Sinn, how far was she from her previous home? And how the hell could she have traveled this far? She cleared her throat and looked back at the stallion, a slightly worried look in her ebony eyes.
Sinnamon hated this feeling. She couldn't fight it though! Damn those inner demons! The femmora took a quick breath as her hideous scar began hurting worse than hell could ever abuse her own damned soul.
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Post by Vel on Sept 22, 2011 19:17:36 GMT -5
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The ebony stallion still could not fathom as to how the mare had no recollection of how she ended up on this island. She obviously had not lived with the humans during her life, seeing as she would remember them. Not to mention from what he had heard about humans, they would never let her father abuse her like he did. Could it be that she was actually from this island and did not know it? There were so many secluded areas and little inhabited spits of land that jutted out from the island that seemed like entire different worlds sometimes. What ever it was, she had obviously suffered a case of amnesia, either from an injury (which was most likely cause by her father) or her fragile mind tried to block somethings out to protect the already damaged fae.
Lassan wracked his brain for something to talk about while they walked on that would not set the fae off again with memories of her tortured past. Nothing came to mind. Normally Lassan did not have any trouble thinking of things to talk about with others, but Sinn was a unique individual in that aspect. "So what are some of your favourite things?" he asked, feeling like a pathetic idiot. What the hell was he supposed to talk about? That was the only thing that came to mind. Perhaps she had a love for running or jumping. Maybe she was even fond of exploring new lands.
Muse: Blah Music: Pale - Within Temptation OOC: Shaddup Pavi >__> Want me to bring in Cosette in the next few posts?
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Sept 25, 2011 13:41:11 GMT -5
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Sinnamon timidly stopped behind the stag, "Me? she softly replied, "Um, well, I prefer peaceful things." she added, her tangled whipcord swishing in thought, she tried to hide her scar, suddenly realizing how embarrassing it really was (and strangely that never crossed the fae's mind before). She cleared her throat with no confidence in her ebony orbs.
Lassan was very different compared to all the other brutes she had ever met, he was actually pleasant to talk to! Sinnamon actually admired someone for the first time in her whole life! This was a very strange feeling for the small fae, she had never felt this way before about a stag (though she assumed he already had a mate).
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