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Post by kristinwilkerson09 on Sept 14, 2008 17:27:18 GMT -5
 Anil The wind speed had increased greatly since Anil had initially made his journey to a new land. As the young but powerful stag made his way to the shore of the unknown land ahead of him, he padded even more fiercely than before. He grew excited as the sight of land filled his visionaries. Once he had paddled his massive ebonite flints through the water a few short minutes more, he had reached the shallow part of the water that connected with land. Anil extended his pillars and stood in the cool, shallow blue water and walked cautiously onto the sandy beach of the new land. Once he had walked and was completely upon the sand, Anil shook his whole bod and then stood and searched about with his hazel optics for any signs of life. His nares flared as he held his massive crania high above his bod, audits perked and on high alert. ooc: feel free to post to this if you wish. its open to anyone. |
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Post by Vel on Sept 14, 2008 17:55:17 GMT -5
Phantom
Do you always believe what you see? The ivory vixen made her way onto the red sands of Spaigga Del Nord. She was trotting along, he trot so smooth it looked like she was floating. She slowed as the scent of another equine reached her flaring nares. It was a stag, no doubt and he had the scent of the sea on him. He must have just swan ashore. She smiled, hoping he didn't have a herd yet. She broke into a western like jog and moved through the sand with ease. Her Arab neck was arched gracefully and her banners streamed behind her.
The ghostly vix stopped and searched the scenery with her deep chocolate opticals. She was passing over the shore when she saw the form of an equine. It had to be the bloke she scented jus moments before. She let out a friendly whinny to him and started to jog forth to meet him.
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Post by kristinwilkerson09 on Sept 14, 2008 18:01:21 GMT -5
Anil The stag's golden audits stood alert on end as the brute heard the call of another equine. The scent of the approaching vixen entered his nares as they flared, catching more of the approaching scent. He turned his massive crania, hazel orbs catching sight of a seemingly floating white vixen. He returned a friendly whinny to the essa and turned his bod to face her. Anil tossed his massive dial, flicking his ebony banner. As he moved about, his muscles rippled with each step and with each move of his bod. ----sorry, muse is already running low. |
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Post by Vel on Sept 14, 2008 18:20:44 GMT -5
She slowed to a halt as he whinnied and was making his way to her. He was big and strong. It looked like he could easily win any fight he was in. That was what she was looking for an a warrior. His coat was a brilliant dun colour, and his banners were as dark as the night sky. She smiled at him as he stopped in front of her ghostly form.
"Hello stag. I am Phantom Lead Warrior of Terra De Rocas." She touched her maw to his in greeting and then pulled away. She was always formal with her greetings, she gave her name and title. Her lyrics were soft yet strong. Her voice had a sharp British accent to it. "May I ask for you calling?" she asked, wishing to know what he was called by. -my muse is dead so try and deal with mme
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Post by kristinwilkerson09 on Sept 14, 2008 18:40:20 GMT -5
Anil The big, dun colored stag came to a halt before the mare's white feminine presence. He snorted as he stood before her. His audits twitched as he listened to her polite introduction. "Hello, Phantom. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name be Anil. It means God of the Wind in my native language," he said as he returned the formal gesture by touching his massive muzzle to hers as he finished introducing himself. As he spoke, his lyrics were nothing but masculine and strong. Most equines that he came across failed to find any weakness among him. Some called him the perfect stag. His vocals carried a strong accent of the Western world of which he originated from within. His muscles showed of his numerous adventures from which they appeared from. His pelt tainted with minimal battle scars, but let that not fool you of his battle experience. He had yet to lose any battle and was indeed looking for a herd for which he could belong to and start a family of his own. |
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Post by Vel on Sept 14, 2008 19:01:15 GMT -5
The dun brute then spoke. His lyrics were strong and sure. He said his calling was Anil which meant god of the wind. It was a interesting name, Phantom liked it. Now that she was closer, she looked him over once more. He was much larger than she was, probably by a hand or two. He was lean yet very muscular. Just about every muscle in his bodice could be seen. He had very little scars, which could be a good thing or a bad thing. She hoped it was a good thing meaning he won almost every fight he was in.
"Anil, do you have a herd or are you looking for one?" she asked. She wanted to get straight to the point so she could return to her land as soon as possible.
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Post by kristinwilkerson09 on Sept 14, 2008 19:29:51 GMT -5
Anil The dun brujo stood perfectly still, his banner and whipcord swaying with the wind. His hazel orbs looking the white vixen over, carefully examining her slender yet strong bodice. His audits twisted this way and that as he listened to the femmora's inquiry of his herd status. "No, I am not in any herd. But, I am looking to join one," he replied as he dipped his dial in respect to the lead femmora. He snorted as he glanced around, being aware of his surroundings. ---sorry, looking around and eating dinner and muse runing low. |
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Post by Vel on Sept 15, 2008 19:18:41 GMT -5
Phantom listened as he spoke. He did not yet have a herd and he was looking. A smile spread across her lips. "Would you care to join me on my way back to the land I reside in Anil?" she asked him, hoping for a yes. If she brought him back, he would have to meet Fiana, he lead mare and Torchwood the Lead Stallion. See, Phantom was not Lead of the land. She was Lead of all warriors with in the land. The sad thing was, only one other vix, by the calling of Destiny and willingly volunteered to become a warrior. If Anil joined, Phantom desperately hoped that he'd become a warrior to fight along side her. He was definately what she was looking for in a warrior. If he joined but didn't want to be a warrior, she would never see him again. These thoughts left her mind as she waited for an answer.
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Post by kristinwilkerson09 on Sept 16, 2008 14:29:17 GMT -5
Anil [/center] The dun colored stag listened and smiled inside of himself as the vixen invited him on her journey back to her homelands. He was delighted at the invitation. "Indeed, I would love to join you on your journey back to your land", Anil replied as he looked to vixen in curiosity as to what she would do next. ooc: sorry my muse is low and i'm at school still, but i'm about to leave and won't be back until 3:30 CST if you would like to reply, i'll reply again when i get to the library. |
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Post by Vel on Sept 16, 2008 15:23:29 GMT -5
Phantom was pleased that Anil wanted to join. She hoped Fiana would be pleased with him as well. "Well then if that is your choice, follow me and I will show you the way to the land." There were still a few things she needed to tell him about the land that she lived in. She began to speak as she led him off the red sand beach. "When we get to Terra De Rocas, you will meet the ruler of the land, Fiana and her mate, who is also my cousin, Torchwood. Fiana will ask you if you would like to become a warrior or not. If you don't then you and I will never see one another again, for the warriors and the non are kept seperate. So make this choice now." She had to tell him that. She desperately hoped that he would choose to become a warrior.
--sorry for the shortness. Ill start a post in Terra De Rocas, so just post in that one
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