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Post by Hollywood ! on Aug 10, 2012 18:06:48 GMT -5
Harmony
The young mare travels threw an endless maze of dense foliage, disoriented & above all, exhausted. Although it is rather cool, a thin layer of sweat upon her once glistening bay pelt is evidence of her long journey. How many hours, days, or weeks have I travelled? The young mare wonders to herself, her mind is a painful & dizzying fog. Where am I? Why am I all alone? Is this a dream? Nothing is making sense. Aching limbs carry her on however, eventually breaking free of the awful maze from which she had long since become prisoner. It is dawn & the clearing to which she has entered is dimly lit. Brown eyes, sheltered by the black curtain which is her tendrils, search their new surroundings hastily. It would seem Harmony was alone however, her well tuned audits alert her she is am not. There is a distant murmur of conversations & upon concentration, she finds that she must have stumbled into some kind of claiming grounds. A small wave of relief washes through her veins, thankful that she did not enter private territory. Yes, she could have done much worse however, the thought of being bothered with annoying colts trying to build their herds was not particularly appealing at the moment either. She had become quite accustomed to being alone over the last few weeks & she had come to enjoy the peace.
Eyes soon fall upon a nearby puddle & she is reminded of the pain deep within my skull. Aching limbs protest as she wills herself forward once again, picking her way to the small mass of water. Quickly she drops her lips to it's surface & savours the totality of it's liquid, relieved to find that her pain is almost instantly lessened. The fog surrounding her thoughts begins to lift & the answers to her earlier questions finally become clear. Is this a dream? No, it is not. Why am I all alone? I was banished from my kingdom... And with her new found answers, She is confronted once again with pain, a new pain, worse even then the previousl, much worse. This pain rips at her heart, a pain so intense, it's a wonder the mare manages to keep her slender 16.3 hand frame upright. If only she hadn't succumbed to the refreshing liquid...
Dawn begins to fade & Harmony is grateful for the gentle sun rays that warm her pelt. Standing alone within a small dip in the terrain, she is something of a vision. Muscles ripple atop her well built frame & bountiful tendrils lick at her well sloped shoulders. Apart from a few wounds acquired along her journey & some mild stains from her effort, she has held up quite well. She is beautiful but what good is beauty or even impeccable bloodlines though? Sure, beauty is admirable and bloodlines perhaps valuable but beauty can fade & with even the most impeccable bloodlines, one can have flaws! Of course, none of that matters to Harmony's parents. All that mattered to them was perfection and Harmony, as they discovered, was not perfect. Yes, she may be beautiful and impeccably bred but do not be fooled, she is not perfect.
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Post by Vel on Aug 13, 2012 9:04:55 GMT -5
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The Arab smacked her dry lips a couple of times, realising how thirsty she really was. With and exasperated sigh and a flattening of her audits, she broke into a slow jog in search of some water. She would often go out wandering in search of new horses to add to her herd and forget about her own needs. Life would be so much easier of food and water were not necessary. Imagine all the things she could accomplish if keeping her old body going was not a priority.
Phantom was not like other mares. Not by a long shot. Normally, at fist glance, Phantom was often mistaken for a stallion. She carried herself like one and had all the subtle mannerisms of one. She had even been told a few times she did not even carry the scent of mare (Which she thought was very strange considering she was one). None of this bothered Phantom like it would most mares. In fact, she prided herself on her likeness to a male. It earned her more respect and stopped stupid stallions from flirting with her. Her gender was only known to others when they got close to her, or heard her speak. Her voice was surprisingly pleasant, but very harsh all at the same time. Phantom could be very assertive and spiky when speaking. She was often sarcastic and would always make her thoughts known. In other words, to shorten everything that had just been described, she was far from lady-like.
Beside her rather... unique personality, she wasn't much to see anymore. When she had first come this island years ago she was gorgeous. Even worse, she knew she was gorgeous. She had come from a prestigious breeding farm in the south of England where she had been born, raised, and trained to be a high level jumper, which was surprising for her relatively small size. All of that was ruined after spending her years here, on Isola Dei Dei, as a warrior. Her mane and tail were now knotted and ripped in some spots (some areas would never grown back to their once beautiful, luscious tendrils of ivory mane and tail). Her once unscathed bodice was now covered in many random scars. Her legs had suffered the most, some spots bearing skin where fur would never grow back. Her beautiful face had been marred in battles as well. In other words, she really did look like an old, unpleasant nag.
The mare heaved out another sigh as she detected the sound of rushing water. Good. She didn't have to go far. It only took a few more seconds until she emerged from the shadows of the budding forest into the illuminated clearing where there was a stream running through. It was barely a stream, just a trail of water that was gushing out from a natural spring settled in a pile of rocks. She was so thirsty. She quickly bent her head down and indulged in all the cool water had to offer. When she had quenched her thirst, she moved into the water, just to feel the cold rush by her, making her feel alive and alert like she did when in battle. She briefly shut her chocolate orbs until she realised she was far from alone.
The Arab's optics snapped open and narrowed on the mare who was standing just a few strides away. Phantom mentally cursed herself for not noticing her before. For all she knew she could have been attacked by now. As she watched the other mare, she didn't look like a threat at all. One surprising thing about the little white mare was that she was much, much stronger than she appeared to be. She had taken down, and successfully killed, stallions twice her size. She was not someone to be messed with. But that did not mean this mare could be just as skilled of a fighter. Despite this thoughts, Phantom had to realize she was not just a warrior now and was the leader of a herd. It was time to put those authoritative duties on the top of her list.
With a sigh Phantom walked forward, keeping her head at a respectable level. "'Ello." she called out as her offering of peace.
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[/color] Muse: wonderful
OOC: I hope you don't mind that I replied with another mare. XD
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Post by Hollywood ! on Aug 15, 2012 21:59:01 GMT -5
Harmony
The rhythmic beat of distant footfalls wake the young fae from her slumber. A quick glance at the sky tells her she hadn't been asleep too long but oh, had it felt good to finally rest, even if only for an hour or two. She is alone but she won't be for long. Powerful satellites swivel a top her skull, quickly gathering information on the nearing equid. He or she seems to be moving at jog, although judging by the rhythm this particular equid is likely not of tremendous stature, probably no taller then 15 hands. Nevertheless, Harmony concludes that she has approximately 5 minutes before her company appears.
The thought of being discovered, makes Harmony slightly uneasy. What if this place is no better then the land from which she had been banished? Would she be able to conceal her deep dark secret? Her stomach churns slightly, anticipation growing as the footfalls grown nearer. Should she run, or maybe hide? Yes, hiding is good idea! But Harmony cannot move, she is paralyzed in fear. Her organ flutters frantically. Oh no, now what? It's only a matter of seconds before the equid will be able to see her. Feeling all but brave, Harmony puts on a brave face as a last resort and braces herself, she knows her company can see her now, even if she cannot yet see her but their footfalls do not slow, nor quicken as Harmony takes this as a good sign.
Finally, Harmony makes out a small white form but she is enable to tell if it belongs to a mare or a stallion. Her nostrils prove to be no help either, picking up the scent of both. How is that possible? Half mare, half stallion? The fae gives her skull a little shake, hoping this will help wake her senses but instead only further confusing her. Nonetheless, the creature continues to approach and finally, Harmony makes out the shape of a small Arab. She studies the Arab carefully as they drink. Hmm, yes, he or she is small but they seem to be well muscled, not quite resembling the few Arabs she had seen before. They had been so refines and so delicate, almost too delicate for this wild world but this Arab was so different. Intrigued, Harmony continues to study the odd equid, until finally they became aware of her presence and at that, she was once again paralyzed. Gah, maybe if she stayed very still, they would think she was sleeping? With her tresses covering her eyes, they couldn't possibly know otherwise, right?
Wrong. The Arab carries herself closer, although not close enough for Harmony to make out their gender. Normally she relies on scent for that. Harmony is able however to make out the scars upon the Arab's bodice, scars that made her own travelling wounds look minor. She stares at the Arab from behind her thick tresses until she is welcomed and finally, Harmony concludes that the all mysterious Arab is a mare. Hmm, she was expecting a stallion... "Hi." Confused but intrigued all over again, Harmony returns the mare's greeting softly, wanting to say more but not knowing what else to say. |
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Post by Vel on Aug 25, 2012 21:51:04 GMT -5
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The mare softly greeted her, looking at Phantom through her long locks. From what Phantom could see of the young fae, she seem generally confused. About what though? Phantom's sudden appearance? Or something else? Then again confusion seemed to be something that went along with meeting the Arab mare. She figured that it was because she really did look different from most other horses on this island. She was old, they were young. She was, to put it bluntly, ugly. They were beautiful. They had not been in numerous wars, changing themselves in such a way that they could not be distinguished as male or female at first glance. She had. No, the confusion was not a surprise to her any longer.
A small smile crept onto her grey muzzle, trying to be as friendly as possible to this possible new herd member. After the old leader of Phantom's herd had perished (and her daughter who was to take over, vanish), the femme stepped in. She had never wanted to be leader of a herd. She had always been happy leading her little army under the command of Fiana, Torchwood, or Char. But those were the old days. The family she was so devoted to was gone. It was now hers to manage until Char returned. If the young mare was still alive that is.
If there was one thing the mare was, it was straightforward and to the point. She never beat around the bush, making idle conversation until she came to the topic she wished to discuss. Everything was curt and direct. She got the job done. Phantom had used that method when leading her army and training them. Who was to say that she could not use the same exact method as a leader? So far it proved to be very effective. So her plan was to introduce herself and take it from there. She had been pretty successful so far in gathering new herd member. Besides, what horse did not want safety and food and shelter security promised to them?
"Good afternoon." she greeted with a small dip of her head. "I am Phantom, leader of Terra de Rocas." On this island it was customary for when a horse introduced themselves to another, was to give their name then herd and rank in that herd, if they had one that is. Horses who had not been born here or had been living here long found this a little strange at first, especially when they had no clue what place was even being talked about. Nevertheless, horses familiar with Isola Dei Dei did it anyways. "And you are?"
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[/color] Muse: ehhh
OOC: I'm so sorry I took so long to reply. My life has been crazy.
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