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Post by Tomahawk on Jul 29, 2007 11:55:04 GMT -5
Growing blades strike the earth, only a slight amount of feathering dared to try and touch the ground. Its length failed to compare to Marv's, mine only the average amount for a non draft horse. I looked back at her, following her advise happily. They would definitely have to think it over quite a few times before they looked for us here. It would give us time together, thank god it would give us time together. I snorted, looking back at her, looking over the light lands, which were actually quite peaceful. I let amused vocals free.
They'll never search for us here.
I threw a joyed buck before nipping at her again, wanting her closer. I moved towards her again, wrapping my head around her shoulders, to the other side of her neck, nipping with affection.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Jul 30, 2007 20:12:27 GMT -5
M A R V I A N E E
First Taste of Love; Whoah, Bittersweet
Feathers flew around her hooves like clouds in the sky, parting with every movement yet only to gather once more. Banner fell to reach just below her leg joint, swishing behind the little filly in the gait she'd acquired. Locks had started to fall, not even making it half way down her neck yet, forelock falling shortly to an end down her face. I know... Well, what do you want to do? Vocals questioned the colt. There really wasn't much of a past life to talk of, both being so young.
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Post by Tomahawk on Jul 31, 2007 9:39:39 GMT -5
Actions scream where words whisper, and this thought passed through Sin's mind with a gently push in the mind. He was about to stutter like a fool, say he didn't know, but a deeper instinct told him to shut up. He should at least act like he had a clue what he was doing. Steps were taken, pulling him closer to her, his muzzle gently touching her side. He draped his nape over her shoulders, caressing her gently, trying to find a way to transfer his emotions into actions. Nervous snort is released, his whipcord flagging at his flanks. He nipped at her threads once before stopping, just leaving themselves connected. He let his mind go, let the fact that he knew the pain he would suffer, but he wanted to be with Marv, no matter what his mother and father would do to him.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Aug 20, 2007 17:10:24 GMT -5
Marvianee
First Taste of Love; Whoah, Bittersweet
The deep color of cinammon tainted two glossy eyes, though lids slowley slid down to cover them from view. Her tail finally reached her hocks, the winds teasing the strands like skillful fingers weaving silk, before releasing to have them fall back to their previous position. A gentle tug on her mane, and the concealed orbs opened slightly, glancing over to the colt, then closing once more. Her head lowered slightly, a deep sigh escaping her nostrils, completely enjoying the company of another her age, who atleast seemed to understand. The feathers around her hooves swarmed in a gentle breeze, rustling off to the other side, ears falling slightly to the side, a true sign of relaxation.
The silence that creapt through the still air was eerily comforting, not at all like it would be in the filly's home terrain. The serenity here was wholesome, complete and welcoming, in which it lacked when out of the presence of Sin. The once closed eyes opened once more, her neck extending and snaking to the side, muzzle pushing gently on the colts brown shoulder. Her own white and crimson colored body glimmering in the light that reached out from the atmosphere, basking in its warmth, shadowed in places where the colt touched. |
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Post by .::.aleu.::. on Aug 28, 2007 21:13:55 GMT -5
Aria
electrify my mind The dun wandered in. D*amnit. Why has Diamond Ray allowed herself to be captured? she said to herself. She continued mumbling and walking. Now, I have no one to tell that I've left to join the neutrals. I was more neutral, anyway... she thought. She shook her head and looked up. Two foals were there before her. She twitched her ears and snorted. Who are you? she asked emotionlessly. For she had never seen either of the pair before in her life. |
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Aug 29, 2007 10:52:05 GMT -5
.x.F [/color]irst Taste Of Love; Woah, Bittersweet.x. .x.Marvianee.x.[/right] Gaze flicked over toward the appearance of another horse, ears pricking forth immediately, muscles tensing as slender legs carried the minuscule body away from Sin a step out of startled state, breathing quick and shallow, sides moving rapidly. Discovered, and it was all too soon. Who are you? Her voice met my ears, but the fillen's jaw couldn't part to release a tones of her own, though the painted babe desperately wanted too. Chocolate brown eyes ran over to Sin, pleading him not to tell their names. Surely even the lights knew both the Lords and Ladies of the Neutrals and Darks would be willing to trade just about anything for the safe return of their heirs? They just couldn't risk them finding out their names and turning the two in, to face the wrath of their parents.
Courage came forth, and a fake alibi came to mind. My name's Rose, this is Diablo, and we live here in the Moonlit Meadows. Who might you be? There was a slight demanding tone in the filly's voice, though it was as light as her mothers could be upon deception. Angelic like the angels harp, and majestic like the flowing river as it graced the air. A little more dignity washed over the foal's body, and the fright she'd experienced before was flooded away, to be replaced with an arched neck and straight legs, resuming her position of standing right besides Sin, both of them covered with a fake name. Marvianee |
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Post by .::.aleu.::. on Aug 29, 2007 18:16:46 GMT -5
Aria
electrify my mind Aria stared the filly up and down. She seemed slightly familiar, but, nonetheless, the mare couldn't quite draw upon this memory. She pulled her head back and examined the pair together. What are you doing here? Moonlit Meadow is uninhabited and the two of you are but foals... she said, drawing into her own thoughts. Yes, she was being very slow today, but who could blame her? She hadn't had to think hard in so long and this felt rather good to her brain. After a moment's thought Aria turned even more suspicious. What are your true names and why are you here? she snapped with a bit more umph than she needed, but this filly had uncovered her dormant side. Her nasty and vicious side. The dun hated attempts at being decieved... |
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Post by Tomahawk on Aug 30, 2007 9:12:37 GMT -5
Sins of Willpower
my stomach h u r t s now and all tied off in l a c e i pray i beg for anything to h i t me in the face and this sickness isn't me i pray to fall from g r a c e Nares flare, taking in a new scent. A scent that made him nearly gag in disgust. Dial snapped up, watching the other wench move forward. He felt Marv tense, he also tensed up. Lips twitch in anger. If it couldn't be their parents, it had to be something else right? Of course. She came and blatantly asked for their names. But Marv, bless her, had quickly whipped up some fake identities for them. He kept his facade emotionless, the poker face wasn't shattered. Something he'd learned from his mother. Hazel voids glare to the older whelp as she retorted with asking of the lie. He bit his tongue to hold the snarl back. He took only a short moment to compose himself before letting sharp lyrics free.
Our names have been stated, and our business is our own.
Tassels whip his flanks, in anticipation and anger, but his shell remained the same, drained of all emotion but annoyance and anger. This whelp had no right to ask of their reasons or their names. She had no real authority over them, but if she really knew, oh the things that would happen. He knew of strategy, and the reasoning for heirs. It wasn't pretty. Molars are ground before waiting silently for an answer.Sins of Willpower
the last thing i see is f a l l i n g and im telling you im a f a k e and im telling you im a f a k e |
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Post by .::.aleu.::. on Aug 30, 2007 17:23:26 GMT -5
Aria
electrify my mind She flicked her tail angrily before replying. A liar's eyes and a deciever's mind make for a dangerous combination she hissed, moving a step closer to the colt. She snorted and narrowed her eyes 'till they were but slits and growled The truth. I can see your act, though the filly is good. The business of one so young is never private. She lifted her foreleg and stabbed the earth with her hoof. |
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Aug 30, 2007 17:38:34 GMT -5
.x.F [/color]irst Taste Of Love; Woah, Bittersweet.x. .x.Marvianee.x.[/right] Her ears fell against her skull in defiance, eyes glaring down at the wench. As it is, we're both two years old. It just so happens we were looking for a land to claim and start our own herd. Her voice was demanding as it spat out at the mare, her eyes hardened as it was on the most part true.
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Post by .::.aleu.::. on Aug 30, 2007 17:57:28 GMT -5
Aria
electrify my mind Aria snorted. Why would daddy allow his little girl out so early? Ah, their claim to be light? Aria chuckled inwardly. Let's see if it's true she thought gleefully. And what alliance are you sworn to? And who be your sires? A question that may even prove difficult to the crafty little mare. OOC: Sorry it's so frickin' short! My muse has been stolen by evil monkeys from space... |
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Aug 31, 2007 16:35:21 GMT -5
.x.F [/color]irst Taste Of Love; Woah, Bittersweet.x. .x.Marvianee.x.[/right] As the mare's voice hit the fillys ears, she'd come up with the first thing to hit her mind, and that was her mothers parents names, who only the little filly herself knew. My mothers name is Sata, my father's Tronde. They don't live here anymore, Tego killed them in the raid, which happened before you came here. Me and Diablo are both lights, and his parents are deceased so I never learned their names. Solemness seemed to dwell in the fillys voice, there was a tad of truth in there. Sata as her mother's mother, Tronde her mothers father, and neither Sata nor Tronde continued to live in these lands.
Her slightly lengthy tail flicked against her painted hide, which glimmered in the faintest of lights that surrounded the lands. Why had daddy let go of his little girl so early? When you're two years old you're aloud out of the herd and to claim a new land, as well as start a family of your own. So why should our lives be any different? A questioning look entered her eyes, the paint filly watching the mare and awaiting her answer. The feathers around her legs swarmed in the slight breeze, engulfing her dainty hooves and blowing about in the atmosphere, licking the ground and falling against the top soil once released. Marvianee |
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