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Post by camino on Sept 19, 2008 19:17:10 GMT -5
She came galloping. Long tassels blowing back and covering the piebalds pelt. She was called small and unagile and lazy, but all where lies. This was proof. She was defying gravity, racing wind. And beating it.
She leapt over a log that dared cross her path and kept going. Burn wanted to greet his new Medicine Equine and she wouldn't be late. True to her personality, she would be very early. She would beat Burn there.
Pumping, gasping for breath, she kept going. Hooves pounding the ground like mad. Like the Devilliss herself, mane flying and neck arched.
She slowed to a trot as she neared the large Oak. To her happiness, here she was, before the sunset colored God. Happy, she let her head drop and tail flick as she regained breath. She had a few cuts from brushing up against trees and getting caught in a thorn bush, but she didn't heal them.
Why should she? They didn't bother her nor stop her from looking nice. There was no reason to waste power healing wouds that did not give her pain.
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Post by cutieq on Sept 19, 2008 20:05:20 GMT -5
He saw Charm come into view. She looked tired, covered in sweat from her flared nostrils to her tangled feathers. He smiled at her. His Medicine, not anyone elses. This gave him an advantage at war. Unlimited, instant healing. To bad she could only heal 3 equines per hour. If only she had unlimited healing powers.
"Windcharm. You have arrived, as planned. You are swift, strong and lithe. You are perfect for my herd. An advantage, you will give us."
He nodded his head, waiting for her response.
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Post by camino on Sept 19, 2008 20:14:18 GMT -5
What a charmer. He thought he was getting on her good side, but really, sweet-talk never one her over. She dipped her head in respect.
"Burn. King of this lovely land."
She spoke, and rose her head to greet the king. She flared her nostrils, and a fould smell entered them. It made her back up. She foamed and narrowed her eyes. The smell was fowl, she could hardly manage to utter these words.
"Run."
It came out of no where. A 1500 pound bear, atleast. Teeth bared, hairs straight up. Mud was in his coat, including a mixed smell of rain, fish, leaves, dung, foam, slobber, mud, and small animal breath. It was revolting, but terrifing as he neared. He roared so loud spit flew onto there coats. She bunched up her muscles.
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Post by cutieq on Sept 19, 2008 20:23:49 GMT -5
The happy moment with the Medicine was over. The bear ruined it. Not only did he smell bad, but he was huge. This was terrible. He bunched his muscles and went on attack. He bit the bear and kicked it.
Before he could get away, the bear turned, roared in his face so loud, his tassels flew back, and swiped out with his enormous paw. Claws sunk into his cheekbone, as he was thrown off his feet and up against a tree. THe bear went after him at a run.
This was the end.
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Post by .r e e d. on Sept 20, 2008 22:41:58 GMT -5
]*Quixtant*[
It Was All Fun And Games, Till I Came [/size] A black friesian hid out, away from the bear, and watched. If this stallion died, he would come out after the bear was gone and claim the land. Mare and all. If anything, or anyone came to his land, wanting to fight, they would be killed. An evil smirk appered on his face as the bear ripped after the stallion. This would be his land after all. He just had to wait, which he could do. Hiding, he planned to get mares, and rule this land, and have an evil goddess by his side. Oh yeah, this would be good. He might even steal some mares, or claim them... He smirked even more. This would be so easy. Even, he even thought about laughing, but he might be heard, so he stayed quietly hid. Watching, the poor mare. He gave a whicker, that the bear couldn't hear, to the mare. He waited for her.[/color] |
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Post by camino on Sept 21, 2008 17:42:44 GMT -5
Sge ignored the whicker, from wherever it came. The bear was moving upon the lump that was Burn. She had to do something. She pounded her forelegs in a rythmatic motion, tossed her head up and screamed into the skies
"Give me the rain, give me the life!
Her mystic powers came down like sweet magic. Rain pounded on the bear, and just before it sunk it's teeth into Burn, a large, white lightning bolt came and struck it's head. In a gruesome sight it exploded, and the bear seemed to disapear.
She breathed heavily, tired from the energy she used. She trod up to the motionless body of Burn.
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Post by cutieq on Sept 21, 2008 17:47:47 GMT -5
Burn glanced up at Charm. He could hardly speak. He was stunned by Charm's powers. Beaten and bloody, he staggered up. He shooke himself, blood splattering.
"You saved me, Charm."
He spoke, nuzzling her soft muzzle. He smiled and turned toward the area where the whicker came from.
"Who is it?"
He spoke, standing strong and tall infront of Charm.
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Post by .r e e d. on Sept 21, 2008 17:57:27 GMT -5
]*Quixtant*[
It Was All Fun And Games, Till I came
Quixtant knew, Burn was already weak. Out of nowhere, he was up on Burn, nobody saw him come. Quixtant ripped open Burn's throat, it might have killed him, and it might haven't. He didn't wait to see if it did, he backed off to watch. As for the mare, he would either keep her, or kill her. This was going to be his land, he was going to be God of this land, one way, by killing the King. WindCharm was the only other herd member, it would be easy to take over this land. An evil smirk came on his maw, "Charm, if that is your name. Come to me, help me. If you don't, you chose your own fate." He gave an evil laugh. It was just to easy! His orbs shown pure evil, he didn't care, he would kill both of them if neccesary. |
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Post by camino on Sept 21, 2008 18:47:35 GMT -5
Charm gasped. The rouge stallion, bloodthirsty and insane, had attempted murder on Burn. Little did he know Charm was a Medicine Equine, capable on healing all wounds. With a smile at the stag, she turned and whispered a chant.
"Pray to stay
Pray to live
Give us Rain
Give us life
Not death"
The sweet rain began to fall onto Burn's coat and magicaly lift his wounds away. When all where gone, she would wait for Burn to awaken. In the meen time, she turned and faced the stag.
"You have no buissness here but as a threat."
She spoke calmly, trying not to come on to strongly.
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Post by .r e e d. on Sept 21, 2008 18:57:42 GMT -5
]*Quixtant*[
It Was All Fun And Games, Till I Came [/size] Quixtant laughed evily. "Yes, but you can only heal three per hour." he said pericingly. "I will have this land, even I have to kill both of you." "Vixen, you just chose your own fate." he growled harshly. He whispered, "I must finish my work." And he waited for the stag to wake up, After he woke up this time, he wouldn't wake up at all. "Come on, afraid to fight like a real horse? Oh, you can't. You shouldn't even be an evil! 'Cause you use magic, real evils fight like real horses!! he taunted her harshly. "I'll give you another chance; if you come to me, I'll let you be beta vixen, if you don't I will banish you, or kill you. Your choice." he gave her a second chance. But, after this, that was that....[/color] |
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Post by camino on Sept 21, 2008 19:42:15 GMT -5
Charm pinned her ears. She was not a Dark, she was a Nuetral. She rolled her eyes and sighed. Her pinto coat gleamed, as she stood in front of Burn.
"I use magic to heal, not fight."
She said simply, and looked back to Burn. She prayed he'd awaken soon. If he didn't, all hellw ould breake loose.
"I'm not a Dark, by the way. It's best if you shove off."
She pleaded him, her eyes sweet and round.
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Post by .r e e d. on Sept 21, 2008 19:45:06 GMT -5
OOC: Why don't we post in Artava's Little One while Cuties gone?
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Post by cutieq on Sept 21, 2008 20:01:23 GMT -5
Burn blinked and arose. Weak, he turned his head and saw Charm with a stag. He snorted and shook himself, feeling renewed after his healing.
"Who are you?"
He asked, ears pinned. Who was he, anyways? Charm looked upset, so he wasn't a herd member-he looked like your average rival stag.
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Post by .r e e d. on Sept 24, 2008 16:07:57 GMT -5
]*Quixtant*[
It Was All Fun And Games, Till Came Quixtant's maw spread into an evil smile, "Your worst Nightmare."He saw his chance, rammed into Burn, and got ahold of his neck, right in the middle.....[/color] |
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Post by camino on Sept 27, 2008 21:52:19 GMT -5
Charm snorted. He had gone to far. She swong her head around and bolted at Quixtant. He thought the Gypsy could not fight? That she was a measly short legged critter without a care? He had been wrong.
Flinging her tired body forward, she ripped at his neck and throw back on tough legs. Jumping from one side to the other she stayed clear from Quixtants teeth.
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