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Post by Circe on Aug 7, 2006 14:58:49 GMT
A cool breeze was whistling across the mountain tops, and it brought to the barren lands and unfamiliar scent. In fact, it was the faint aroma of a mare. She did not carry traces of either of the groups of horses who were at war in these lands, and so was classed as a newcomer, and outsider. Perhaps that was how she would remain, if she could not find anywhere to be accepted. She did not particularly mind if she had company or not, for she had lived by herself for so long that she no longer craved after company.
A slight smile was upon the bay mare's lips as she entered the lands, looking around herself with interest. Her body was compact and sturdy, and you could tell that she was not a young horse, though she was not on her last legs either. Her eyes were not as strong as most horses' were, for she had poor vision, but perhaps that was made up for in the fact that she seemed to see things in the past or future, or know things that she should not know. She had been banished from herds in the past - called a witch and abnormal, but now she was starting again somewhere new.
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Post by Lightning on Aug 7, 2006 15:13:08 GMT
Ooc| Uh, So Do I post my intro? or do i just reply to what you were saying
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Post by Circe on Aug 7, 2006 15:30:54 GMT
ooc|| Well, you'll need to introduce your character a little, and reply to my charrie.
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Post by Lightning on Aug 7, 2006 22:29:53 GMT
Thundering hooves soared across the plains. Mane and tail whippping in the wind. Rain pelting down hard, blurring the vision. A black body pushing as fast as it could go. Anger shown in his eyes. Leaving wasn't easy for most, but this time he wished he would have down it earlier. Chocolate brown eyes in a rage but still there was one tear being held back.(C)
Wishing he could make a new herd just like that was easy, but to do so could take years. The young stallion pushed on and the pelting rain had stopped. His name you may ask?(DONE)
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Lightning slowed down to a stop. His chest moving with his heavy heart beats. His black coat steamed from the rain and sweat. Chocolate brown eyes spotted a mare but ignored her.
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Post by Circe on Aug 7, 2006 22:37:00 GMT
The sound of thundering hoof beats alerted the bay mare to the approach of another equine, and as the breeze cast his scent in her direction, she realised that it must be a stallion. Remaining unconcerned, for Circe cared very little about what other horses thought of her anymore, she turned to survey the approaching shape closely. She made out the form of a black stallion, though little more. Circe remained where she was standing for several moments, waiting for any kind of movement from the stallion, but there was none. He seemed to be ignoring her. Well, that was just fine.
Circe was set upon finding out as much as possible about these lands and the horses that occupied them as she possibly could. After all, being she had made being wise the aim and object of her life here on earth. She cared little of strength, glory and love now, but she was still concerned about knowledge. Instead she turned around to face the stallion, surveying him impassively for a moment.
“So are you going to stand there all day, or tell me who you are?” she asked in a voice that was distinctly feminine, though slightly hoarse.
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Post by Dorado on Aug 7, 2006 22:43:29 GMT
The rhythmic sound of equine footfalls became audible in the distance, and before long a large chestnut shape could be seen moving at speed towards the Twin Mountains. At first it was impossible to make out the details, but a second later he mounted a rise and the light fell down upon his pelt, revealing the figure to be a tall chestnut stallion, his mane and tail billowing out like flames behind him as he galloped towards the two horses nearby. He was Dorado, the leader of the Garan Tribe. However, his Tribe was not thriving, for it had no warriors, and he was growing worried that his rivals, the Eguan Alliance would soon become more powerful than his followers. He had taken it upon himself to find new recruits, and quickly.
Sliding to a halt, he left deep gouges in the earth and paused to survey both horses critically. The stallion might make a good warrior in his Tribe, so could be a useful addition, though of the mare he was not sure. She was quite small, but his herd always needed mares and she was not too old to be of any use. With a slight nod of his head in greeting he approached the two.
“Ovations, stallion and wench. I am Dorado, the leader of the Garan Tribe. I am looking for warriors to take my side against the treacherous Eguan Alliance. Tell me, what are your names?”
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Post by Lightning on Aug 7, 2006 22:46:59 GMT
Lightning lifted his head looking at the mare, "Why would you care?" He studied her a second then said, "very one i know so far has been very mean and disrespectful."
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Post by Lightning on Aug 7, 2006 22:53:06 GMT
Ooc| Sorry last post was to the other person XD
Bic| He looked at the stallion now approching. He decided he might as well tell them because they might not leave him alone, "Lightning."
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Post by Dorado on Aug 11, 2006 13:27:25 GMT
The large chestnut stallion nodded at the other male's reply, dipping his head slightly although his expression remained fierce and proud. He eyed the bay mare for a moment, not knowing who she was or where she was form, but a moment later when she failed to speak he returned his attention to the stallion again.
"Well, Lightning, are you interested in becoming one of the Garan warriors?" he questioned, watching the stallion intently, his glance flickering briefly towards the mare again.
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Post by Circe on Aug 11, 2006 14:25:17 GMT
The bay mare studied the stallion for a moment, before snorting in what might have been amusement. She tossed her head before fixing her gaze upon him once more, eyeing the stallion critically.
"It's called curiosity, dear," she answered tartly, before adding, "And just about everyone's mean and disrespectful nowadays." With those words she turned to face the approaching stallion, her gaze sweeping quickly across his broad chestnut form, and although he was much taller than he she did not look in the least intimidated. Shifting her weight in a rather relaxed manner, she continued to watch the two stallions until there was a lull in the conversation, whereupon she parted her lips to speak.
"I'm no warrior, Dorado, but I'll tell you my name," she answered, the hint of a sneer in her voice, "It's Circe."
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Post by Dorado on Aug 14, 2006 19:58:37 GMT
It seemed that no reply was forthcoming from the stallion he learned was called Lightning. His patience becoming somewhat frayed, his gaze turned towards the bay mare, eyeing her critically for a moment as she parted her lips to speak. His ears flicked towards her as she spoke, not missing the slight sneer in her voice, and at this a slight frown creased his bold features. She seemed so casual, as though she though herself just as, or perhaps even more worthy than he was. Did she not know who he was? Dorado could not help the way that his temperament had been made; he was arrogant, and quick to anger. His patience was already tried; now he was irritated.
"Well then, Circe," he replied, moving towards her to nip sharply at her hindquarters, "Consider yourself a mare of the Garan Tribe."
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Post by Circe on Aug 18, 2006 14:29:03 GMT
The bay mare levelled her gaze coolly upon the stallion. He seemed to think a lot of himself, this one. She could tell that by the way he held himself - the way he moved and spoke. However, she was much too proud and stubborn herself to respect him because of this, and so she merely met his gaze evenly, superbly unimpressed. Her eyes narrowed as he moved towards her, following his steps. What did he think he was doing now?
As he nipped at her hindquarters her ears flattened against her poll, eyes becoming angry slits. It had been years since someone had dared touch her in such a condescending, disrespectful way. Reacting quickly, she flung one hind hoof out to the side, hopefully into Dorado, in a cow-kick. Regaining her composure almost at once, she turned to face him again.
"Well then, Dorado," she answered, her reply almost mocking, "I'll go to your territory, but only because I need somewhere to stay. And if you're going to disrespect me like that again, I will make sure that no good comes of this."
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