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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Dec 30, 2011 13:29:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,392,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#000000]Too many times had Revenant traveled the lands of Isola, but he had rarely ever gone into Belle Valle. The white stallion moved through the dying trees, tail swaying behind him as he moved. A thick fog enveloped the lands, despite the cold temperatures that smothered the island with the coming winter. It felt quite comfortable to the leader of Felwood, as the stallion had become quite used to the cool temperatures that the coming winter brought. Revenant now exited the dying woods, pausing in the fog covered meadow. Nostrils flared, and he looked around. Empty. It usually had more horses than this, perhaps no one new had come to the island?
Hooves moved through the frosted grass, as the cloudy skies above darkened with snow clouds. Gentle eyes looked up, staring as a few snowflakes fell from the heavens. Flicking his tail slowly behind him, he closed his golden eyes as a gentle breeze swept through the meadow, playing with the strands of hair in his mane and tail. As the breeze died down, he opened his eyes once more, looking around the deserted meadow. Breathing out slowly, he lowered his muzzle to the frosted ground, nibbling on the frozen blades.
| revenant.
| hyrule field at night - zelda.
| two hundred and one.
| table [c] lizzeh 2011. | |
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Post by ~Snowy on Feb 29, 2012 17:25:44 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true]Catalyst
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[/color] - i'm sorry i'm not a fair maiden === - Despite appearances, the grey lord was not alone as he seemed. the icy terras were slowly starting to become speckled with snowflakes as the sun began to hide behind sheets of white sky, each individual flake slowly floating to the ground to rest upon the frozen grass. winds grew and died down on a whim's notice, drawing in the threat of storms and blizzards to the mind's forefront with each blast and giving false hope it may never happen with each relieve. she snorted in discontent that the notion, pawing one talon upon the earth in a tense fashion. vivid sorrel robes slowly began to become dotted with white snow as small flakes tangled themselves in her banners, giving her an appearance similar to a red evening of early stars, or a silk dress glittered with diamonds; her nerves flared at the cold touch of each drop of snow, and she wished for nothing more than a place to hide away. she hated winter; there was no question it was her least favorite season - the land died, the storms grew worse, and the lands were so empty you would have to search for days before finding someone even worth talking to. the dame snorted at a wayward strand of her forelock, auds flicking up and down as her orbs narrowed. "great, snow. just what i need..." she sighs to herself, shaking her arabian dial slowly in distaste. long pillars began to move the young woman across the tundra again, carrying her form to who-knows-where and who-really-cares. she has no herd of her own, and really she doesn't plan to have one. her father's herd was enough to draw her off of those stallion ruled groups forever. still... she liked the idea of staying with other mares this winter, or having a warm figure to cuddle up to during the really cold days. yes, that sounds very nice.
her pistons carry her through the belle valle at an easy walk, blue orbs wide awake but focused elsewhere. this was another reason why she hates winter, she supposed; it always brought her back to those days in that place, the place were women were treated like toys and taught how to be 'good little fillies' and stags were treated like gods. the spring and summer were always the better months of those times, but once it fell into fall and winter the mares always got the short end of the sticks. stags always got the pick of the warmer caverns with mares only having a chance if they were nursing a colt, while mares and mares with fillies were reduced to huddling together for warmth. not many survived those times... her mother, bless her poor mother's soul, she didn't stand a chance... she tried to push those memories away, to remember happier times for once instead of those horrible days, but as she closed her orbs and gave her dial a harsh shake, her chest collides with something, something warm and large and solid. a very unfeminine shout of surprise escapes her maw as she pulls away from the barricade, blue orbs narrowing slightly on a grey form that seems only a few shades darker than the sky itself before relaxing as she takes in the form of another equine. "sorry about that, i guess i'm not paying attention to where i'm going." she nickers, flicking her arab dial back to remove her forelock from playing with her vision as her nostrils flare softly. she's not in the best of moods with the cold biting at her nerves, but she's wants to be polite either way... even if this is a stag she ran into.
ooc ;; it's shorter than what i usually do, but the next one will be longer. x3 [/size][/blockquote][/color][/justify][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Feb 29, 2012 17:41:26 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,392,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#000000]The ivory stallion had been standing in the freezing weather for quite some time now, the snowflakes falling gracefully onto his light coat. Despite the freezing weather around him, the Hielo stallion felt quite at home. As the snow had stacked upon itself, piling around the Felwood lead, the stallion breathed out, watching as his breath rose above his face. Boredom had set in, and he didn't know what he was going to do.
He had been standing for quite some time now, when something collided with his side. Ears flicked, as a snort escaped his maw, turning to look at the mare who had collided with him. What in the... Oh... it's no problem. I'm sorry that I was in the way, his gentle voice played upon the freezing air, and noticed that the young mare was quite cold. A hoof stomped upon the frozen ground, and he tilted his head. Are you alright? You look like you'd die if you stayed another minute out here, nostrils quivered, and he slapped his tail against his hide.
| revenant.
| love and loss, two steps from hell.
| one hundred seventy six.
| table [c] lizzeh 2011. | |
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Post by ~Snowy on Feb 29, 2012 18:12:00 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true]Catalyst
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[/color] - i ain't no damsel in distress === - The ivory figure turned to face the ginger draped lady as she stood her ground with her apology hanging in the air, her figure straight and strong, the natural and wild arabian flare of her breed tempered only by the cold flakes that still nipped at her flesh. her blue orbs flashed as she took a step backward, blue orbs locking with the brute's own colored orbs as he too spoke an apology to the wind that teased her audits with nipping flicks. did she mention before that she hated the cold? well, if she did, then she had no problem doing so again. a harsher wind scraped its claws down her flank, causing her to flinch and shiver, blue orbs closing in discomfort as she bent her boa to turn her dial to her protected side, trying to escape the gale. melting flakes and drops of freezing water flew from her bodice as they caught in the wind, but others dried to her silks and gave an even more uncomfortable feeling to her already cold bitten nerves. arabians, half-bred or not, were not suppose to deal with this kind of weather - they were made to be out running the most harshest of deserts, dealing with cold only during the night and enjoying the heat of the day, not having biting weather pound them at all hours. her ivories gritted in disgust at herself, looking like this in front of a stag, what more reason would one need to think that she was just as weak as her herd's mares were... just as weak as her mother was?
gaze snapped back to the greying brujo as he asked about her condition, an a snort of cloudy carbon escaped her nostrils as she forced herself to deal with the wind and turned her dial back to the stag. "i'm fine, sir." yet as she spoke, her voice cracked with a violent shiver that encased her form as another cold gale raced over her spine. he skin began to shiver on its own accord, in spite of her willing it to still. oh, yes, she hated the cold, and the cold hated her. shaking her dial again, she tried to ignore the shivers racing down her flesh, tried to stay strong in front of the brute. "a little cold wind never hurt anybody." she was lying thorough her teeth, literally - she could barely open her maw enough to get the words out without her ivories clattering against each other... did she mention before she hated the cold?
ooc ;; okay, not as long as i thought, but i'm still trying to get back in her muse. it may take a little while longer than i thought. xD [/size][/blockquote][/color][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Mar 14, 2012 19:15:15 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,392,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#000000]This mare. Her petite body couldn't handle the frigid winds that ripped at her. Ears decided to flatten against his skull, as a sudden gush of wind blasted around the pair. A deep snort escaped the leader of Felwood, and a brilliant white marking shimmered upon his shoulder. The snow and frigid air seemed to dance in a bubble around them, not touching their bodies. This freezin' weather can't touch you now. Just stay within this confined area until you're ready to continue on to where ever you were plannin' on goin'. Revenant lifted his ears from his skull, golden eyes watching the auburn mare.
So, what is your name, while you sit here and warm up, the Hielo kept his distance, knowing most mares had a boundary that they didn't like crossed. His mother had taught him well, in that aspect.
| revenant.
| love and loss, two steps from hell.
| one hundred forty one.
| table [c] lizzeh 2011. | |
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Post by ~Snowy on Mar 15, 2012 4:39:17 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true]Catalyst
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[/color] - i'm a one girl revolution! === - One moment before, it was so cold, the sorrel robed maiden could barely stand it; icy winds tore at her, chilling water drizzled down her figure and clung to her banners, and she couldn't stop her form from trembling no matter how hard she tried. her orbs hidden behind her satin curtains, the lady still attempts to stand strong, stand in the midst of her own torture as if she has something to prove. her tassel whips harshly against her side, the sting of the coarse fibers against her flesh nothing more than a feeble attempt to bring her mind off the freezing weather. more wind whips the country side, more icy claws digging into her very core; the attempt is in vain. she can barely keep her attention on the brujo in front of her, despite all this bravo being just because of his presence. audits flick back to her crown, plastering themselves there beneath her flaxen forelock, hoping to gain some warmth for them. she can't stop her trembling anymore, can't form words; all she wants to do is curl into the ground and huddle into herself. then, like magic, the next moment, its gone. no wind blasting her form, no snowflakes soaking her coat, it's all gone. her lids feel as heavy as concrete as she pulls them up, her icy blue gaze curious yet suspicious of how this fact is true, of how her still trembling form is now no longer barraged by winter. what she finds, however, is something she didn't expect. a soft gasp escapes her maw, muscles tensing as her arab form stands straight and stiff, orbs widening slightly. the winter weather still blew and fell, but it bounced around both equines, as if blocked by something, unable to come near. as the snowfall beyond intensifies, it gave a lovely illusion, something almost akin to looking through a snow globe that sat on the end of a nightstand, and at the time she could only stare in awe, unsure of what to make of this...
the brute brings her attention back to him with a slight start, azure hues flicking back quickly, dial jerking nearly hard enough to snap something. her gaze falls to his wither as something unnatural glows in her peripheral vision, a sudden flash of understanding flicking through her orbs as the pieces fall into place. earlier shock is replaced by curious neutrality, and she turns her orbs back to his. she still shivers, but warmth is starting to seep back into her bodice; much better. "...thank you, sir." she whickers softly, her vision slowly deciphering the mark upon his figure with great care. "a hielo elemental. i thought none existed anymore..." she spoke softly, almost thoughtfully. oh, yes, she knew well the elementals of these lands, all of them. her grandmother, trainwreck, had lived for almost three decades, had seen all elementals and had told her granddaughter their characteristics and names only months before her demise. trainwreck herself was an island horse, a being with the possibility of having these same genes that could control the elements, but had either never tried out her abilities or just never had any. that was the way of those women in those times, in those lands - they were not allowed to use any abilities if they had them, and those who did were punished. severely. glancing back up to the stag's features again, catalyst allowed herself a little relaxation. she still held her guard, but the returning warmth was too good not to relax. "catalyst. i'm called catalyst." she nickers, then shakes her pelt violently, disposing of the water that still clings loosely to her robes and silks. "sorry again for bumping into you, winter just brings back... memories." she pauses heavily before the last word, and a tone of finality, a warning not to bring it up again, floods the last lyrics. she's not in the mood to remember those times, especially not now. "and you, good sir? what are you called?" curiosity beckons in her tone now, dial tilting as the young maiden stares at her company. no use being cold, there's already enough of that here anyway.
ooc ;; ah, that's longer... i had a burst of muse tonight for catalyst. x3 it's kinda choppy i guess, but i enjoyed it. [/size][/blockquote][/color][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by big daddy lizzeh. on Mar 15, 2012 12:19:13 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,392,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] | [bg=#000000]Revenant didn't mind the change he had brought for the mare; he had grown used to there being no snow or cold for him to enjoy. Despite being a Hielo, he hadn't fully understood the extent of his powers. Golden-green eyes looked to snow dancing around the sphere he had created, not really paying much attention to Catalyst as she slowly warmed up. His attention was drawn away from the swirling mess outside to this mare, who had thanked him. A small smile crossed his maw, as he dipped his head to her. It's no problem at all, his ears twitched as she voiced her findings.
His eyes turned to the snowflake marking sitting upon his shoulder, and he blinked. He had known that it was there, but had only seen it one or two times before. It still surprised him that he had been an ordinary horse, who stumbled upon a dying elemental, then became one of the horses of legend of Isola. Turning his head to face Catalyst once more, he nodded. Aye, I'm a Hielo. The last one, too, if I'm not mistaken. Was granted the powers by a dying Hielo mare many months ago, the stallion shifted, a bit uncomfortable without the stinging cold of the wind outside. As this strange mare told him her name, and then apologized for running into him, Revenant merely shook his head. Oh, it's no big deal. My coat blends in with the snow too much, it's a wonder that no one else has run blindly into me, a serene smile now creased over his maw, and he lifted his head up slightly. I go by Revenant, leader of Felwood.
Ivory coat twitched slightly, as he had detected the small change in her voice as she spoke of the memories. He, too, had many things that danced through his mind, that he would rather not be thinking about, or have brought up again. He would honor her request at him not asking about it further, although something told him that their conversation was going to stall out if they didn't speak of something soon.
| revenant.
| invincible, two steps from hell.
| three hundred fifty two.
| table [c] lizzeh 2011. | |
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Post by ~Snowy on Mar 20, 2012 2:16:19 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true]Catalyst
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[/color] - i'm gonna cross that line! === - The hielo lord may have been worried about this conversation failing them both at the current moment, but certainly only a few minutes in this mare's presence would change that. very quickly. thanks to reverant, whose powers now held the winter's icy grip away from her, there was nothing to temper the spark of life that was starting to reignited from within the sorrel mare's azure orbs once more. soon, the last of the icy water falls away from her delicate figure, and a smirk crosses her maw, confidant yet tempered with caution in nature. tassel of pale flax whips across her hide before raising upward in typical arab nature as she scratches a talon against the cold earth beneath the two equines. long gone now is the chilled damsel in need of some form of warmth, and in her place was a hotblooded amazon ready for whatever challenge lay ahead. it was truly amazing the change in her that had happened in such a short amount of time. carbon ejects from the arabian tigress's lungs as she listens to the lyrics of her current companion, soaking in each word in an attempt to find out more about this strange brute. he tells her his name, how he came about his powers, his rank in his homeland - he's the lord of the lands, what are the chances? - and where he lives. felwood; she's never heard of the lands of which he speaks, but that most certainly doesn't mean they do not exist. chances are he's probably never heard of her homeland either, which is lucky for him in her mindset.
her small smirk fades away from her person as she takes the time to consider all this new information that she's been given, blue orbs blinking closed and auds held back halfway to her regal crown. it doesn't last long, for soon enough, her auds are back to an alert position, and a small understanding smile crosses her maw where the smirk once was held. "the last of the hielos?" she asks, her tone tempered with something akin to experience. she knows the feeling of being the 'last'. "that is a truly lonely existence, being the last of anything... i can relate to you in that sense, i suppose. i am the last of my herd as well, although unlike you, i have no powers to speak of... i think." here, her tone takes an annoyed but curious tone, her features twisting into an uncertain look as she glances away from the gray stag. "my blood roots run deep in this island, but i've no idea if i have such abilities or not; while none have manifested in these four years i've lived, but that doesn't mean much with some breeds. i'm not certain i wish to try and find out if i have any powers either, though." she explains sheepishly, and an embarrassed smile crosses her maw as she returns her attention back to the hielo lord. she's half-lying in that final statement. she does want to figure out her bloodlines, to see if trainwreck and crash & burn did give her anything to use, but she is uncertain with how to go on about that. the mystery is a double edged sword; fear and excitement race through her at the thought... she would certainly put her abilities to good use if she had some, but to what ends? not even she knows that.
blonde talons tap the earth again as she shakes off her embarrassment at her lack of knowledge in her own history, she makes to change the subject, turning the conversation back on the gray stag. normally she wouldn't be this kindly towards males of any kind, and while she still has a guarded aura about her, she knows from experience that if this stag wanted anything from her, he would've already made his intentions known. that doesn't go to say that she trusts him yet, but she's comfortable with merely chatting... how long as it been since she just chatted with another this winter? great, not even she remembers! "felwood... i've never heard of that land, sir reverant." she states as she lowers her crown to her right foreleg, rubbing her dial roughly against it to scratch an irritating itch upon her muzzle. "perhaps you can tell me more about it? i was certain i knew all of the elemental lands by heart until a moment ago." her tone is lighter than before, more easy going and curious. cautious she may be around stags, but she's not frigid... at least she tries not to be...
ooc ;; and that's my last post! now i've got nothing to do! ...should i be happy about that? xD [/size][/blockquote][/color][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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