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Post by iz the great and powerful on Nov 19, 2011 2:24:24 GMT -5
A soft breeze ran through the colt's short tassles as he leisurely sauntered through a small area in his homeland. He allowed a small sigh to escape from the clutches of his velvet maw as complete boredom overtook him, since his mother preferred to keep him alone (at least in his opinion, that is). Eros's icy azure pools nonchalantly shifted, carefully surveying the heavily wooded area that he slowly made his way though. The older colt drank in the warm air, tasting its peculiar flavors. His acute audits instantly pricked toward the voices of the forest, their taunting screeches ripping at the courage in his soul. Eros quickly ignored them though, for he was wise enough to know that here was nothing of danger to him.
Being born in the time of winter, the colt knew not of this strange heat, thus was his first year of life on this purgatory, and there were many things that were originally alien to him, but they were easing into regularity as his life carried on. Eros wasn't the kind of colt that cared about everything of earthly importance, though right now he yearned for some sort of companionship, he usually was quiet and preferred to stay in solitude, with the exception his mother, that is.
Character(s); Eros
Muse; Gewd ^^
Lyrics; Brain Stew - Green Day
OOC; Fayul... XDD
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Post by Vel on Nov 20, 2011 11:56:29 GMT -5
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The buckskin colt let out an annoyed huff as glared at his brother. As much as he loved having a constant playmate with him, Tristan often got annoyed with the other colt. Of course this was only natural seeing as the were 'brothers'. What the little colt did not know was that he was adopted into his current family. His real father had passed away from a Zunden attack ,an dhis mother, well she was still around. In fact, his mother lived in this land. Not only did the white mare live in the land, she now took the position of the head mare seeing as the previous leaders had died. Tristan thought that the ghost of a mare was nothing more than hisleader and a somewhat pleasant horse to be around and talk to. He remembered that when he was very young, the mare, known as Phantom, had looked after him until his mother, father, and brother had returned. Where they had gone off to, he did not know, nor did he care. The only thing Tristan cared about was the fact that they came back for him.
As much as he loved his family, he needed time away from them. Tristan was very young, but had an independent, adventurous, mischievious spirit that could not be bound to his mother's side for very long. As far as Tristan was concerned, he could wander around Rocas, just as long as he was back before dark. His mother always scolded him for leaving for hours, but Tristan did not care. He knew that if she really wanted him or something happened to him, the ravens who resided in this land would be of use, for Tristan was sure his mother had one of them constantly keeping an eye out for him on his adventures.
Tristan's small ears perked when he saw a small shape in the distance. What was this? Another colt?! The buckskin flicked his fuzzy tail and extended his canter so his spindly legs ate up as much ground as possible without breaking into a gallop. He had never met another colt in this land beside his brother. Could this mean a friend for the little Arab cross?
The colt let out a friendly whinny as he slowed down, his chocolate eyes locked on the other colt. "'Ello!" he called out with a grin. "Do you live here? I've never seen you around here before. I'm Tristan." The words tumbled out of the colt's mouth at an astonishing speed, all of them almost running together. The colt was just so excited to meet someone his own age who was not related to him.
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OOC: Spellcheck is not working for me AGAIN. Excuse any mistakes.
Music: Love Me Dead - Ludo [/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by .r e e d. on Nov 24, 2011 18:13:48 GMT -5
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[/color][/size] "Idiot thinks I'd play with him! I have better things to do than play with my little brother!" Ahriman muttered to himself begrudgingly as he continued to stay behind in the tracks of his younger brother just so he could scare him later on because he had nothing else to do in this god forsaken land. Lately Char was no where to seen and the young colt had a hunch even though no one tell him. And it was the same for his father, if he was his father. Ahriman had never felt a connection for his supposed father and had gone to extreme lengths just to piss him off constantly. He never listened and felt like a bother to him anyway.
But Ahriman couldn't help but wonder where his stepfather was because he had been gone for over a week and his mother, yet again, wouldn't really tell him. She would say he was gone scouting or he was busy or some other bullshit story she could concoct to keep her three sons from wondering where their father was. To keep them from panicking. A white lie wasn't going to harm their young mind just yet. Yet.
The colt shook his thick head with a heaving sigh. His mother had been so afraid, nervous and upset lately and it upset him himself. But he had better things to worry about than his mother. His mother had always been there for him while Yamanu was estranged from the young colt. Ahriman never liked the stallion anyway. Yamanu had always looked at the colt with such a pained and angered look and Ahriman didn't know why.
But then the colt was aroused from his thoughts to hear his brother's oh so annoying fast and high pitched voice asking who someone was. There was someone new in Rocas? "Maybe it's an intruding foe and he'll get killed. Hopefully." Ahriman muttered spitefully while making his way silently as possible through the dead, grey and brown foilage that the frost had plagued like a deadly disease. Ahriman loved the cold even though this was about his second year on the island and this winter was not that bad but it was winter and winter was like a deadly plague falling over the large island of Isola Dei Dei and weakened the weak and sick already further. Every winter there were some killed off, unfortunately none in Ahriman's family he believed, and there were always weepers that grieved in the spring and some even into the summer. Who fucking cared? Not Ahriman.
Cold, solemn and iced blue eyes settled on the form of his two brothers through the thicket of dead, brown and weak foliage to listen in on their conversation while shaking his head. His brother was so stupid. "Why are you so dumb? That's your brother you stupid. Mom's just kept him hidden until he was strong enough to go out for a short while with me tracking him. She did it to all of us." Ahriman stood out from the thicket, cold eyes laying on his youngest brother for a mere minute or two before turning his attention to his middle brother. Giving him a sharp nip on the cheek and a shove with his hindquarters, the oldest colt settled back to even his weight with a snort. "His name is Eros. This is Tristan but I see you've both obviously met. Go fucking play."
MUSE IC ! Ludo
MUSE ! eh first time roleplaying him really.
SPEECH ! 53a498
OTHER ! ahri's a meanie. not a good post either. but oh well.
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Nov 27, 2011 3:21:58 GMT -5
The acuteness of his Marwari-like hears grasped a rustle in the thick foliage, the carefully placed foot-falls of a dweller within the lands called Rocas. Eros's arctic azure ocules glanced toward the noise's source, which with a slight quantity of fate and coincidence, happened to be his younger brother, Tristan. The yearling's monotonous expression remained plastered upon his painted mug as the younger colt approached his older brother. A small feeling of shock and slight disappointment dwindled away as the younger colt introduced himself and asked of the yearling's own calling. He wasn't very shocked Tristan could not call the memory of one of his older brethren, for his mother had kept him hidden, just as she did with all of her children. A reply was quickly composed from the fathoms of Eros's mind, the words seemed to flow well enough for his brother's comprehension, 'I a-...' his words were cut off just as another equine's apparition followed behind Tristan and sharply interrupted the start of their conversation. It was Ahriman. Of course. A smirk played on the colt's velvet maw, the monotony in his ocules remained as they quickly studied his own older brother, 'Ahriman! Such words should be restrained from your speech when Tristan is around! the mud-blood teased, flicking his strawberry blonde whipcord at his brother's language. Eros was a very sophisticated yearling, but he also had a sharp tounge, which he usually used as a last resort against his brother.
'Why don't you play, brother? I'm sure you would just enjoy fucking around as much as we do.' he added, his gaze darted down at Tristan, then up at Ahriman. Eros, contrary to his own words, hated 'playing'. He would much rather study the gifts of nature which they were granted or explore the area in which his mother had kept him, not to romp and fuck around like he could care less about anything that inhabited the entirety of the earth.
Though he did not wish to romp around with his younger brother, he still enjoyed his brother's company. He had stood alone, with his mother who only occasionally ventured to see him after he was weaned. But the colt was wise enough to know that it could turn in either direction with Ahriman present.
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Post by Vel on Nov 29, 2011 23:07:29 GMT -5
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The buckskin whirled around at the sound of his brother's voice. Why did he have to follow him here? The whole point of leaving was because Ahriman did not want to play with him, but here he was, tracking him down like a hound tracks the fox. Tristan frowned at his brother and flattened his ears. "Go away. You didn't want to play with me anyway so why are you here now?" the colt asked his brother, curious as to why the older colt had followed him to this secluded spot.
Chocolate orbs narrowed at Ahriman as his words became harsh. "Now there is no need for that Ahri." Tristan spat, drawing out the nick name he often used for his brother whether the older colt liked it or not. He hated it when his brother called him stupid. It seemed to be Ahriman's favourite word for the buckskin colt. "And I'm not stupid." he added quietly, turning back to the other colt who was apparently his other brother, Eros.
Why did his mother like to hide her children? Tristan never understood this. There was not any danger in Rocas as far as he was concerned. Why keep them all concealed. "Why does mom keep us hidden?" Tristan honestly asked, looking between his two brothers. Before waiting for an answer he heard them talking about playing. Neither one of them seemed to like it very much. "Well if you don't want to play then let's go on an adventure!" Tristan suggested, bouncing around. Exploring and finding new things was the next best thing to playing.
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OOC: Spellcheck is not working for me AGAIN. Excuse any mistakes.
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