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Post by Lugubrious on Feb 9, 2008 12:39:09 GMT -5
Skylark ambled along the shoreline, allowing the lushious blue waves to pass over his hooves. It was a glorious day, with the sun beaming down and the crisp air fluffing his ragged mane ever-so-slightly.
Oh yes, Skylark was huge. Standing at a massive 16.3 hands, he was one of the larger equines. TB crossed with draft gave you that. But what most didn't realise was how sweet the big boy was inside. That timid little kid just stuck inside of a vicious and frightening body.
He moved his body into a smooth trot, surprisingly graceful for such a big horse. As far as he knew, he was the only free-roaming stallion in Sobibor. Not many other stallions would want to have to treat their herd members well. He planned to live, breathe, and die for his herd members. A big proposition, but he wanted to please all of those herd members. Down to the last little sullen filly. Even if he had to steal them from their masters, Skylark was determined to allow every horse to enjoy their freedom.
So, would you join this gentle giant on his mission to free all slaves?
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Post by zoe on Feb 9, 2008 12:44:05 GMT -5
Pittsburgh looked up from her grazing with a shocked expression on her comical face. The most massive horse she had ever seen was trotting on by her, paying her no mind.
She snorted, indignant. Tiny she may be, but certainly she should not be ignored! She eyes him closely, trying to figure out what type of horse he was.
The stallion moved with a sure gait, as self-assured as any master. But he also moved with an easy freedom, that spoke of ease. No master with slaves to worry about moved like that.
Pittsburgh trotted on after him, neighing. "Hey, mister!"
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Post by Lugubrious on Feb 9, 2008 13:19:21 GMT -5
A single hark twisted to the sound. Digging his front hooves into the sand, he halted. Sand sprayed out in front of him and he turned his head. A tiny pony was there. Personality and quirkiness seemed to ooze from her. He loved the 'small in size but not in stature' kind of horses.
"Why hello there. I am Skylark, leader of Canaa. But not master of Canaa, such an important thing that is today. What would your name be?" He spoke so politely, no horse would consider the fact that he was literally twice her size. The chestnut stallion was massive; the flaxen sorrel mare was tiny. Who knows, they could still be friends. Prejudice wasn't uncommon, so it was quite possible that this little mare was already angry at the big beast.
Another small wave rolled over, passing him up at the hock. He sidestepped so that the water wouldn't be a problem. One of his worst fears was swimming, and he wasn't about to be swept out to sea.
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Post by zoe on Feb 9, 2008 13:25:39 GMT -5
Pittsburgh stopped clumsily, skidding so as not to run into the enormous stallion. She looked up at him, mouth dropping open in awe. He was bigger than he had looked from just a few extra yards away.
"Uhhhh..." She said awkwardly, staring upwards still. When she moved to speak again, a large clump of her forelock fell, blocking her eyes and causing her to toss her head grumpily.
"Pittsburgh." She managed, recovering. "And you can't be leader but not master, and you certainly can't have lands unless you're a master. So you're wrong." She tilted her skull, daring him to contradict her.
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Post by Lugubrious on Feb 10, 2008 21:20:53 GMT -5
The large chestnut stallion lowered his head in a vain attempt to reach eye level with the mare. "Alas, but I do have lands. There is not a single slave on them. Never will there be a slave upon them. I will attempt to bring righteousness to Sobibor. Would you like to join my group?"
His long reddish tail swished with vigor. Skylark wasn't one to let small things go. The chances that he would ever allow a horse that called themselves 'master' to be anywhere near Canaa was slim to none. He wasn't exactly bad at fighting, although he would never be considered a vicious horse in any way.
The potential to be a horrible, vicious monster was there in Skylark, but the will to hurt others seemed completely absent.
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Post by zoe on Feb 10, 2008 21:30:26 GMT -5
Pittsburgh contemplated this proposition. Yes, it seemed like a wonderful idea - but it could be dangerous. She picked up her hooves and sidestepped a bit, anxious for some personal space.
"Well, I don't know, Mister. I'm awfully young to go about rescuing people." She thought for another moment, flicking her tail to and fro, unaware of the sand flying out from beneath it.
Pittsburgh looked out at the blue-green water of the ocean, listening to its comforting sound. She was young and ungainly, but she recognised danger when she smelled it - and challenging the horses' way of life was certainly dangerous. She shuddered to think of turning the wrath of even one of the Masters upon herself.
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Post by Lugubrious on Feb 10, 2008 22:31:55 GMT -5
Fear. It seemed so prevalent in too many lives. He saw it now in this mare's eyes. "Just call me Sky, or Skylark. And don't worry, I could protect you. You wouldn't have to go on a steal unless you like. And just think, all alone you could easily be captured by an unfriendly master..." His voice trailed away as he realised how hard it would be to simply be small. He had always taken it for granted.
The stallion's head lifted slightly to give the mare some space. It was a hard decision, and he felt that it was his job to make it easy for others to make the right choice.
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Post by zoe on Feb 11, 2008 17:51:18 GMT -5
Freyja considered him, bright eyes flashing gallantly. He was right about other, more dangerous masters coming along; perhaps he really was the best choice. She whiffed some air through her nostrils, still wondering to herself as she opened her maw to speak.
"OK, ... Skylark. Isn't that a girl name?" She shook her skull, trying to stay on topic. "But.. yes, I'll join you. I'm too little to be much help, but maybe someday my foals will be famous for freeing the slaves." Her auds pricked forward as she spoke, and her head rose a little higher - she now had a purpose to throw herself wholeheartedly into.
One of Pittsbugh's best traits was, indeed, the ability to completely engage her heart in something. It used to get her into trouble, but here, now, she was sure that her stubborness would help.
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Post by Lugubrious on Feb 11, 2008 20:52:53 GMT -5
Skylark. A happy songbird. Why did one have to fly around while he was being birthed? What in the world inspired his parents to curse him with such a name? These things he would never know.
The gelding wasn't one to be what most called 'quick'. He could run fast, but not think too fast. The capacity was there to plot great ideas, but it would take him a few years for that. Skylark needed a horse who was sharp and could think up plans. Pittsburgh wasn't much of a speedy one or a fighter, but she was most certainly smart.
"Yes. But we cannot change our names, can we? And don't worry, I can find a place for you in my group. Just follow me to my land, Canaa.", he whinnied in a friendly manner. The stallion took off at a steady walk, trying to keep it slow for the mare.
[you can post in Canaa, Sky's land.]
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