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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on May 24, 2011 13:26:34 GMT -5
Gentle breezes floated up and over the cliff overlooking the isle, playing with the growing grass that called Avvolgere home. It wasn't unusual to see the Era lands so empty, but at the present time, it was startling. It was as if something had roared through during the end of winter, killing off every last one of them. However, this was not the case, for at that moment, Fusion scrambled up from path leading to the beaches, followed by his father. Fusion, I am surprised at how much you've grown and how much your abilities have come. You really make me proud, Bolin let a smile cross his maw, as the two stallions paused at the edge of the small pond, the older one lower his head to drink from the cool water. Fusion shook his palomino painted coat, and flared his nostrils at his father ever so slightly. Well, considering who I have for mentors, you shouldn't really be surprised, Fusion smirked at his father, slapping his tail against his hindquarters. Blue eyes looked around the territory of the Era, and he sighed slightly. Bolin's head lifted from where he was drinking, looking to his son. You alright, the darker paint asked, and Fusion looked to his father and nodded ever so slightly, heading away from the older stallion to rest beneath the shade of the tree nearby.
Bolin watched his son, then turned away, heading to the cliff side and looking out across he island. Eyes trained upon Inferno, and ears tilted forward ever so slightly. His mind raced, wondering where in the world the rest of the Era herd was. He hadn't seen his mother since she had left, and deep down, he missed her dearly. What if Hannibal had gotten to her, or one of his siblings? Flaring his nostrils, a gust of wind blew past him, out into the island, searching for any sign of her, or any of the other Era. As the thoughts of his mother receded back into his mind, the thought of Anemone came forward. He hadn't seen his mate, either, since winter had taken hold of the island. Turning his head to look at Fusion, he frowned, knowing that his son could be missing his mother, and was just not showing it. Moving his golden eyes upon the island once again, another gust of wind blew up over the cliff, and ears perked, eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
Bolin, keep the lands safe. I am on a mission and will not be back for some time,
[/i] Marut's voice lingered around Bolin for mere moments, before disappearing with the gentle breeze that had swam around the painted stallion. Nostrils quivering, Bolin let out a quick snort, pawing the ground ever so slightly in response to his leader's words. He would die for the Era, if it meant keeping them safe. As the sun beat unbearably overhead, Bolin stayed at the cliff side, nostrils quivering as he continued to scan the island.[/size][/blockquote] . four ninety eight ]
. bolin, fusion, marut ]
. quelle surprise, enter shikari ]
. this is open to anyone within the era herd ]
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Post by .r e e d. on Jun 1, 2011 9:02:26 GMT -5
The mare had been keeping to herself for most of the time, trying to keep from interfering with Tuula's disappearance and Marut leaving to find her. She had stayed in touch with the wind; checking in every now and then to check on her mate and son. Today, however, the mare decided it would be okay to see them for the first time in months, her heart longing for them.
Gold eyes watched the stallions, lips twitching nervously before the mare nervously called out her mate's name. "Bolin?" The mare hadn't seen him in so long! Staying a ways away from the cliff side, she waited quietly to see his reaction.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 1, 2011 9:32:29 GMT -5
Gentle breezes filtered through the Era lands, and Bolin's ears flicked suddenly, eyes wide. Had he just heard his name, something that wasn't upon the wind? Turning his head, he noticed a mare standing nearby, and the familiarity of her coat, her markings, her scent hit him like a truck. A small smile crossed his maw, and Bolin turned away from the cliff's edge, moving at a slow walk toward Anemone, the stallion flicked his ears.
[/font] Anemone... where... it's been too long,[/font] the painted Era was at a loss for words, as he reached out to his mate, nuzzling her cheek gently. The stallion closed his eyes, and placed his neck over hers, hugging her.
From the lakeside, Fusion lifted his head from where he had been drinking, his eyes watching his father and the mare at his side. Realizing it was his mother, a smile crossed the young stallion's maw, and he headed over to the pair. As soon as he reached his mother's side, he nipped at her barrel playfully, then nuzzled it.[/font] Hey Mom,[/font] the younger stallion pranced around his parents, tail flicking happily at the sight of his mother. It had been too long since the two had been seperated, and he was glad that she was within Era lands once more.[/font] Where did you go? We wondered if something happened to you,[/font] Fusion stopped at his father's side, as Bolin reached out to nip at his son's ear.[/blockquote][/font][/color] two fifty |
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Post by .r e e d. on Jun 1, 2011 12:40:27 GMT -5
"Bolin," The mare whispered with a smile as he hugged her, nostrils flaring. She then felt a small, playful nip on her side. Ears flicked curiously as she turned to see her son then nuzzling her barrel. A large smile washed over her maw, eyes bright. "You've grown so big!" Her smile faltered as her offspring asked her where she had been. "I was still within the era lands," Nodding, she glanced at Bolin. "I was in no danger," Anemone continued, two-toned tail swishing. "I was merely staying out of the way, I knew you had alot on your mind, Bolin." The mare had always spent winters by herself, but this time she had a reason to. She didn't know why she always liked to spend winters by herself, but the mare began to think how hard it must have been on her child and mate. "I'm sorry, I should've checked in but I did make sure you two were okay." Anemone decided it would be better to stop staying alone during the winter, since she had a mate and a child.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 1, 2011 12:54:07 GMT -5
Ears flicked on top of Bolin's head, and he merely smiled at his mate. He didn't mind if she wanted to be alone during the winter, at least she was here now. He ran his muzzle along her neck gently, and flared his nostrils. Fusion watched his parents with a small smile across his muzzle, then looked toward the single tree that lived upon the plateau. It wasn't that long ago that he had gotten in a fight with Aeon, his aunt, and she stormed off to join her father, Hannibal. There was a slight twinge above Fusion's eye, the one with the scar across it from Aeon, and Fusion shook his head ever so slightly. Bolin glanced to his son, snorting, and Fusion turned around to look at his parents again.
[/font] I'll leave you two be,[/font] the young stallion said softly, moving away from the two adults toward the lake to rest. Once he got there, he lowered his head, concentrating slightly on his abilities to make a little shroud around himself, so that he couldn't hear anything anyone said.
Bolin watched Fusion for a few moments before looking back to Anemone.[/font] You should see how much Fusion really has grown. His powers have gotten a lot stronger since his fight with Aeon. I think Hannibal's herd has something to worry about with him,[/font] there was something like pride swelling inside the dark paint's voice, as he watched Anemone, a smile still upon his maw. Sure, he was proud of his son. After all, he wanted Fusion to grow up and be more like Anemone and himself than the darker side of Bolin's family. Ears flicked back ever so slightly on top of Bolin's head, as he thought about Hannibal and his twin, Orpheus. What were they doing right now, and did they have his half sister and his mother? Where was Marut, and what was he actually doing? His mind continued to be plagued by these thoughts, as he stood there, keeping an eye on Fusion.[/blockquote][/font][/color] three fifty three |
bolin and fusion |
TRON LEGACY (end credits). daft punk |
moar muse plox ! |
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Post by .r e e d. on Jun 1, 2011 13:24:01 GMT -5
A smile remained on Anemone's maw as she nodded to her son, taking notice to the scar above his eye. Refraining from asking, she listened to her mate. "Of course they do." The mare pondered for a moment, frowning in thought. "What-- What all have I missed?" Feeling absolutely terrible asking this, her heart aching. She had missed her son growing up, and hadn't seen her mate in months. "I missed you two so much." Anemone frowned and nuzzled her mate's neck, taking in his warmth and scent deeply.
The mare couldn't help but wonder how her son had gotten that scar, yet she didn't want to ask Bolin, her maw forming a straight line. "Is that where his scar came from?" She worked up the nerve to finally ask her mate.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 1, 2011 14:21:38 GMT -5
Well, you haven't missed too much. Just Aeon and Davi leaving the herd to go searching for Hannibal. I believee they have found him already, and live within Felwood. My mother disappeared again, I don't know where she is, the wind isn't any help in finding her. Either Hannibal has her again, or Orpheus, or she just is wandering the island. Marut left in search of her and Haize, because we think Davi led Haize away from the herd and is holding her as a prisoner or whatever.
[/font] Bolin took a quick breath, flicking his tail behind him slowly. What else did Anemone miss? Flaring his nostrils, he continued speaking,[/font] And yes, that is where Fusion got his scar from. He confronted Aeon, and I'm surprised that nothing else happened. Marut interfered before things could get out of control, and banished the little witch. I do think my mother was a litle heartbroken, but it needed to be done.[/font] Suddenly, Bolin's head turned to look toward the incline that led up to the plateau. He was surprised to see a white stallion climbing up, his mane and tail matted, as if he didn't care much about his appearance any longer. Bolin's nostrils flared, and he frowned ever so slightly. Marut was home, but he didn't look too happy about it. The Lead Era noticed the couple, and walked slowly toward them, lowering his head, ears laid back slightly.[/font] Hello Bolin, Anemone,[/font] Marut's voice sounded strained, as he nodded to the younger horses. From the lakeside, Fusion turned his head to look at their leader, ears pricked and a puzzled look across his face.[/font] Marut... what are you doing back? I thought you weren't going -[/font] Hannibal doesn't have your mother. But I can sense Haize is within Felwood. I couldn't cross their borders, knowing Aeon and Davi could pick up on my scent and tell Hannibal, so I kept to their boundaries, the wind telling me all I need to know. Bolin, we're going to have to get your sister back soon. I can't stand having her in such foreign lands.[/font] Marut had cut the younger stallion off, and Bolin merely nodded, turning his gaze upon Anemone for a second, then back to Marut, who was turning away.[/font] I need to rest. We will talk later,[/font] the leader said, heading over to the only tree upon the plateau and lying down.
Bolin cleared his throat, and looked back to Anemone once Marut had closed his eyes.[/font] Well, that was an unexpected surprise,[/font] his voice sounded worried, and he nudged his mate's cheek gently, as if reassuring her that everything was going to be alright in the end.[/blockquote][/font][/color] four hundred sixty |
bolin, fusion, marut |
in the end (piano cover). linkin park |
holy muse, cow ! |
fusion speech; light green. bolin speech: sea green. marut speech; teal |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 10, 2011 12:50:44 GMT -5
Hours had passed, the wind as still as ever, and this worried Bolin. He was still at the cliff side, his ears pinned back against his skull. Marut and Fusion now were by the lake's edge, talking, and Bolin didn't know where Anemone had wandered off to. Flaring his nostrils, the Hannibal look-alike narrowed his eyes, as a sudden gust of wind danced around him, rushing past and heading to Marut and Fusion. The Leader and the palomino paint lifted their heads, ears tilted forward slightly. Bolin's body tensed, and he could tell that something wasn't right. Turning away from the cliff, the painted stallion looked to the incline to the plateau, wondering what the disturbance was.
[/font] What is it, Dad,[/font] Fusion asked his father, as he stepped up to the older stallion's side. Bolin flicked his ears slightly, and snorted.[/font] I don't know, my son. But if my suspicions are right, I want you to get away once trouble presents itself.[/font] Fusion nodded at his father's words, and glanced to Marut, who was standing near the lake, his ears pinned back slightly. The Leader looked as tense as Bolin was, a small breeze flitting around him to try to calm him.[/blockquote][/color][/font] two hundred nine.
mistery business, paramore .
bolin, fusion, marut .
holy shiznet. it's a war .
bolin; seagreen, marut; teal, fusion; light green .
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 10, 2011 13:18:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,489,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=black] There mare had approached the plateau with a newly endowed confidence. She had even trekked the long ramp to the peak with an ease in her heart. But, as the speckled ivory ranged closer to her family, as they became visible in her two-toned orbs, it was as if things were beginning to crumble around her. Her legs felt as if they were wavering upon the soil – like the very earth was quaking and splitting beneath her hooves. She had to stop, to look down at the ground below as if to make sure this wasn’t true. It was as if she feared the whole world might come crashing down at the reunion of her and Hannibal. And, she probably wasn’t the only one to think such things. The whole island seemed to know of their troubled tale, and it was unlikely any thought they would ever rekindle their love.
Ears lifted and shortly after the mare’s head followed in suit. She could hear the wind whisper and gush with anxieties. Was her dearest friend, her companion, the wind, was it doubting her too? With a defiant snort, Tuula continued forward until she was only yards from her family – generations of her clan before her very eyes. Generations that might be about to turn on her.
“My family, we need to talk,” the elder mare whispered as she sent a comforting breeze to reassure the group. However, her eyes looked back fretfully. Had Hannibal followed her this far? She had been so preoccupied in her trifled thoughts that she just hadn’t noticed.
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word count|| 278
muse music|| blaqk audio
ooc|| dun dun dun
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 10, 2011 13:37:05 GMT -5
He could smell her before she even entered the lands. Marut's eyes narrowed, and a sharp snort escaped his nostrils, his head thrown up. Fusion, I suggest you go now,
[/font] the leader ordered, and Bolin's son turned, heading down to the hidden beach. As Tuula came into view, the Leader's ears pinned against his head, and the wind ripped around him, the stallion's anger reflecting through his eyes. Beside him, Bolin's head was lowered slightly, staring at his mother, ears perked ever so slightly. Even with such a reassuring wind sent to the pair, it was interjected with a blast from Marut, anger and something that felt like regret sweeping around Tuula, then disappearing.[/font] Why have you come back,[/font] the white stallion asked his mate, his words filled with a venom that had never been used by the gentle creature before. Eyes narrowed at the mare, his head held high, as if he were looking down upon someone not worthy enough to be within the lands. Bolin's head lifted, as a painted figure appeared from behind his mother, and he was about to lunge forward, but Marut stepped before him, a loud whinny escaping his throat.[/font] Why have you led this demon here?![/font] Hannibal stood beside Tuula, his ears flicked back ever so slightly, and looked at Bolin and Marut. The painted stallion was not about to speak, not without Tuula explaining first. There was nothing about Hannibal's posture that was threatening, but Marut looked like he could kill the dark paint again. The leader's jaw clenched, and Bolin looked from under Marut's neck.[/font] Mother... what is the meaning of this,[/font] confusion lined his words, and he looked to his father, then back to his mother, obviously wondering what the hell was going on here.[/font][/blockquote] three hundred five .
not one of us, lion king two .
marut [teal], bolin [seagreen], hannibal [darkred] .
holy cheez-its. marut's furious .
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 10, 2011 14:01:35 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,489,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=black]Her head stood tall and threatened as the stallion intercepted her gale. The mare’s ears flicked back slightly and there was anguish in her eyes as she was reacted to with such hostility. Tuula had known they would be angry, but she had not realized how truly enraged her mate would be. Slowly lowering her head so that she stood at a less threatening composure, her gaze looked to Marut apologetically. “Marut, please, calm down.”
Moving her sights to Bolin as he peered from beneath the white stallion’s chin, the great elder murmured, “I am sorry.” She was dearly sorry for dragging them through the fire, for hurting them as she was going to. “I am sorry for what I am to tell you and what I have done to you.” Raising her crown again with a firm expression she continued, “but, I am not sorry for coming here, Marut.” A large hoof jutted forward and then another as she closed the proximity just slightly. All the while, the mare’s head was held high and proud, returning to the confident youth she had been so long ago when she first met Hannibal.
“I love you, Marut, but Hannibal and I belong together. He has been plagued over the years with a darkness, but that darkness has been lifted from his heart. All we want with you here is to make amends.” Glancing from the great white Era to her son, Tuula tried to judge what their next reactions would be.
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 10, 2011 14:16:41 GMT -5
Words couldn't even be formed within his throat, as the white leader stared at Tuula. She was... leaving him... for this monster? All the emotion drained from his eyes, leaving them hollow, and his ears twitched slightly. Bolin could feel the change within the older stallion, and he moved past him, reaching out to his mother with his muzzle. Confusion and hurt were etched into every line of his body, his eyes darting between his mother and father. What... what was this sorcery? He felt like he had when he was a colt, lost and confused, not knowing what to do. Ears danced atop his head slightly, and he shook his head violently. It was Bolin who spoke harsh words now, instead of Marut, who was standing in an astonished state.
You... you think we should.. make amends?! Have you gone mental?! Have you forgotten everything he has done? How he forced you into being a sex slave for him? Made you bear Aeon and Davi, creatures that never should have existed in the first place,
[/font] there was a darkness within Bolin that broke, and his eyes flashed angrily. Hannibal could sense a sudden change within his son, and the grand stallion stepped from Tuula's side, reaching out to calm his eldest son,[/font] No. Don't you fucking touch me. I disowned you so long ago, don't think you can come crawling back to me seeking acceptance into my life, seeking to smooth everything over. I will never forgive you, Hannibal. Never in a million years.[/font] A sharp blast of wind sliced across Hannibal's face, a deep scratch appearing across his muzzle. The older paint withdrew his muzzle, snorting in pain, his blue eyes glancing to Tuula then to Bolin.[/font] If you don't want to accept my apology, either of you, then so be it. But Tuula has made up her mind, and we are going to go back to Felwood. I will release Haize back to you, she hasn't been harmed too much while living within my lands.[/font] Marut finally came to his senses at Hannibal's words, and let out a sharp snort.[/font] I suggest you both leave, now, before I change my mind about killing you on the spot,[/font] the white stallion took a step forward, his head raised and that anger entering his eyes once more.[/font][/blockquote] four hundred ten .
blood on my hands, the used ; country song, seether .
marut [teal], bolin [seagreen], hannibal [darkred] .
musseeeeee .
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 10, 2011 14:33:40 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,489,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=black]The mare was taken back as her son turned on her. It stung all the more fiercely than it had when Orpheus had done the same. She had always known the good in Bolin in contrary to his twin, and seeing such a vicious manner from him was hard on the old mare’s heart. “Bolin – please -,” she cut herself short, realizing it was no use.
It hurt her even as Hannibal spoke. She didn’t want to leave them like this, with this anger in their hearts. She had hoped things would have gone better, that their sins would have been forgiven, but deep down she had realized those odds had been too slim to come to fruition. And, as Marut banished the couple, Tuula acknowledged it would be wise of the pair to leave. Empathetic eyes looked to Marut as it hurt to see him in such pain. “I am sorry, Marut. I didn’t want to hurt you like this.” The mare’s muzzle reached out to try and nuzzle her son but decided against it at the last moment. “I love you both,” she whispered as a melodic whistle of sorrow twirled about the group. Turning, the mare, nuzzled Hannibal’s face gently as blood from his gash tainted her ivory fur. “It is time to move one.”
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Jun 10, 2011 14:47:49 GMT -5
Marut's ears flicked slightly as Tuula spoke, and he wanted to stop her from leaving, but he resisted, knowing she had already made up her mind. Turning away from the pair, the white stallion retreated to the cliff edge, where he looked out over the island, while his emotions raged within him. He had given himself fully to Tuula, and now she had taken everything and crushed it in a single moment. Where had it gone wrong? As Tuula turned away, Bolin stood there, the darkness still seething through him, staring at his father, waiting for him to leave and go back to his own lands. He would tend to Marut's emotional wounds in due time, for now, he wanted to see his traitor of a mother leave.
Yes, let us head back to Felwood. We need to speak to Spirit,
[/font] one last look was cast to Bolin, before Hannibal turned away, heading toward the steep entrance of the plateau. Hannibal's ears were held back as he walked, quite upset that Bolin hadn't forgiven him. As his father retreated back to Felwood, Bolin turned away, sighing in sadness, glancing over to Marut. The painted Era let a gentle breeze dance around the Leader to comfort him, and he headed toward the beach, where Fusion was staying.[/font][/blockquote] two hundred twenty three .
whiskey lullaby, brad paisley .
marut [teal], bolin [seagreen], hannibal [darkred] .
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