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Post by thefuzzahone on Nov 6, 2008 19:49:23 GMT -5
the heat radiated off the place with unusual intensity for this time of year. everywhere else the snow had been falling, and white covered the ground. here, though. here was different. this season should have been icy cold and wet, but here it was reasonably dry and warm. the inactive volcano that the territory rested on kept the lands unseasonably nice, and for that, the intruding mare was thankful. something about winter bothered her, bad memories plagued her whenever she had to walk through snow. Mari wasn't sure what it was or why it bothered her like this, nothing else in her relatively young life had ever gotten under her skin like the cold did.
shaking her large head, the draft mare took a deep breath and blew the long, crimped black hair from her eyes. she'd inherited that from her father. she'd gotten quite a bit from him, she assumed. she didn't remember what her mother looked like, but Darkness didn't talk about it. just like he didn't talk about a lot of things, but she'd inherited that from him, too. she prefered to keep to herself, and only interact with others when she needed to. of course, Mari only ever wanted to meet her own ends, no matter who she had to step through to get what she wanted.
that's why she was here now. the black mare cast a dark gaze over the land, miserably aware that her giant frame stuck out horribly in this landscape. taking a few steps forward, she descended diagonally down the crater's side, keeping her strides long and even, making even the most usual of activities unusually graceful. when she finished the long trek, she stood at the edge of the grasslands, surveying what she hopped would soon be her near future. taking a deep, steadying breath, she let out a loud whinny, powerfully willing the lead of this territory to appear before her. she had a deal for this 'Leeland', and it was in both of their interests for him to answer her demand. blaaaarg D: crap e.@ and mostly filler. |
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Post by tyrant on Nov 7, 2008 11:38:02 GMT -5
((posteh coming later today : ) ))
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Post by tyrant on Nov 7, 2008 17:09:45 GMT -5
_Leeland_
[/font][/center][/blockquote] A pleasant Surprise. Steam rose from a bubbly, oozing pit of tar on the far east side of his great empire. Inching slowly to it’s edge, the great Andalusian stallion lowered his velvet brown nose to sniff the concoction in the pit. He figured that it was probably used as an extermination devise, or even a cruel torture devise. Raising his head to gaze into the black, gurgling mess, he imagined the many horses and wolves drug to this pit to be executed. Maybe some were executed due to a horrendous crime, others not. Leeland snorted loudly. Most were probably killed for pure sport.
This kind of thinking, the justification for exterminating or torturing “slaves”, baffled Leeland more than anything else. Of course, he was not unfamiliar with this concept for he, too, grew up in a society built on such a mindset. When he was younger, he did what he was told as a young Master, and never questioned as to why it was the way it was. It was only until the Great Rebellion of that large, utopia-like herd jarred his world that he began to question what he was always taught was right.
Turning his eyes away from the bubbling pit, his eyes fell upon his empty kingdom. It was grand and perfect. Warm, even in the winter’s frost, fertile, and welcoming. Cimetire was secure and protected from the dormant volcano and the little crevices and caves, and economical from the tar pits to the cliffs, to the river and to the volcano’s mouth. Flicking an ear behind him, a high pitched whinny reached him. Turning with ease, he looked in the direction of the mare’s voice. Breaking into a light canter, his great and toned figure was graceful and powerful among his territory. The great stallion, the Good King of Cimetire, arched his thick neck and outstretched his noble head to take in the scent of this mare. Her scent was pleasant, and he only imagined that she was probably lovely to go along with it.
When she came into his sights, the handsome stallion slowed. His muscles, invigorated by his brisk run, were taught and rippling. Deep russet eyes beheld her, and discovered her to be, in fact, beautiful. It was odd, though, that he actually acknowledged this fact, for he usually each mare as they were—from a professional eye at most. Thinking nothing of his profound thoughts, he continued to study the mare as he grew closer. She was larger than he, and seemed to hold much power. By her visage, and as he grew closer to see her eyes, he could tell she was young. Her deep color and size stood out among the color scheme of Cimetire. Nodding in respect as he came near the great mare, a deep voice, like the gentle but commanding rumbles of thunder, called out to her.
" Good afternoon, my dear, I am Leeland, King of Cimetire. What can I do for you?”
His jet black mane caught a rare breeze in the relatively wind-barren land, and ran along his spine, cooling the stallion. There was uneasiness in Leeland’s mind about this mare, an almost impending doom being bred in his gut, but he ignored it and smothered it. He did not know this mare, and intuition was not one of his strong points when it came to females. Perhaps his ignorance would prove to be one of the greatest mistakes of his life.
[/size] S T A T U S Complete WORD COUNT 681 C R E D I T S Authorship: me. O O C yay for plots!!!!. |
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Post by thefuzzahone on Nov 8, 2008 22:52:22 GMT -5
blank eyes studied their surroundings, taking in everything from the blades of the knee-high brown grass to the black pits dotting the terrain. each little detail was stored away for a later use, knowing that everything she could remember would be to her later advantage. it couldn't hurt to do a little reconisance before diving head-first into a deal she'd have to carefully word. everything she said would have to be thought over to make sure that it would always be in her favour, and nothing could be mistaken. Mari had been planning this for a long while now, and she couldn't afford to mess up her plans now - not when she was so close to getting what she wanted.
watching carefully, the larger than life mare followed the stallion's path towards her, a faint smile crossing her lips. when he was only a short distance away, she smoothly transitioned from a powerful stance into a more friendly one, feigning a warm look in her face with practiced precision. even the most observant would be hard pressed to see past the act she put on with such ease. taking a few light steps towards Leeland, she nodded quietly and tossed her head, flipping long crimped locks of hair out of her eyes so that she would look much less imposing. the task was hard to do, seeing as how her giant frame made her so much taller and heavier than even some of the bigger horses, but she managed to do so with unequaled grace.
standing before him, she gave him a faint smile and returned his gesture with a dip of her head, lowering it more than she usually dared while infront of another, but knowing that it would all be for the better in the end. lifting her eyes back to him, her ears turned forward as she listened to the stallion speak. her eyes flickered away from his momentarily when the breeze came through, faking a delight in the coolness it brought to her skin. returning her attention to his, she smiled briefly as though embarassed to be caught with her mind elsewhere. "Greetings, Leeland. I am Marion Twilight." pausing for a moment, she seemed to wonder if a title should have been added, but for her uses, 'Daughter of Darkness' just didn't seem like it would sit well with the stallion.
"I believe that you and I, we have similar interests for the future of this land. I've heard tell that you intend to build an army to fight slavery." again, she paused for dramatic effect, cocking her head to the side and causing her forelock to fall infront of her dark eyes. "Are these rumors true?" |
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Post by tyrant on Nov 14, 2008 13:33:28 GMT -5
_Leeland_
[/font][/center][/blockquote] Rumors, eh? Reality.
There was a slight awkwardness in Leeland during the few brief, silent moments between them—though it was not enough to be noted. Though he did not know why, but in the back of his mind there was a nagging in him. A feeling that he could not recognize or even remember feeling before. It was certainly not anything that could resemble a big issue, but It did make Leeland shake his handsome head and snort softly. Attraction was a foreign concept to the Good King of Cimetire.
Leeland nodded at her name, as if to say "pleasure, Marion Twilight", but did not speak. Instead, she spoke almost immediately, as most mares do, but with fervor and wonder about this mystical dream that they both shared. Serious eyes brightened, and their golden flecks shimmered infront of deep pools of mud as she questioned him about this fact. A smirk curled his face, making him look rather boyish.
He was glad to hear that she was a friend, not a foe. Her massive size and grace and valor would be an asset for the side of Sobibor that they both desired to reveal. All former thoughts of folly dissapeared and, in an instant, Leeland was all business and not much else. He was a very effective leader when it came to his biddings. Emotions and what not were the things to trouble him. Stepping near, all awkwardness gone in an instant for his mind was on his herd, his voice was confident and attractive.
" Rumors you say? Well I am not interested in those in the slightest…but I will say that what you have spoken is, indeed, fact. I am slowly building a herd that will one day become a rising nation against all that is unrighteous in this land. ”
Leeland’s eyes held pride and drive. They peered into her own for a moment, but flicked away. Huh, he wondered why they did so, but no matter. In her eyes, though they were only focused on for a brief moment, he saw drive and a mysteriousness that made his stomach jolt a bit. There was something odd about the whole situation, but he could not tack it down. Attraction and deception was in the air, in the blood, and in the bones between the two—but Leeland was prone to endure it’s every last drop of poison.
[/size] S T A T U S Complete WORD COUNT 681 C R E D I T S Authorship: me. O O C sorreh I’ve been gone…my muse was shot for a while due to circumstances…its back. Let’s go!. |
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Post by thefuzzahone on Nov 17, 2008 21:57:25 GMT -5
(sorry I haven't replied yet! I haven't been able to type up anything worthy of posting, and I don't want to post crap for this D:)
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