Heart and limbs and blood all work together: your mind ticks away. Skin shakes. Suddenly very aware of every thing and the electricity which vibrates under your hide, which jumps from tendons and bones and curves through You. It is magic. There are others like You. And here, You roam the land Unbridled!
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The current temperature ranges from 70-103 degrees Fahrenheit, or 21-40 degrees Celsius.
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The season will change on the 1st of October.
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Heart and limbs and blood all work together: your mind ticks away. Skin shakes. Suddenly very aware of every thing and the electricity which vibrates under your hide, which jumps from tendons and bones and curves through You. It is magic. There are others like You. And here, You roam the land Unbridled!
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He's not here to welcome you, fool. « Thread Started on Jan 1, 2008, 3:42am »
Ivory daggers beat the land at a rhythmic pace, one-two, one-two, one-two. The warrior seemed to float, as if equipped with wings. Irons of a bright cloud color moved with accuracy and confidence, for he had been on this earth for eight years now, two of those in this land. Although he had been fairly alone in these last two years, his frame was a work of art, a sculpture of Mother Nature, a form of purity. But that purity was blemished. Scars scattered the flaming structure like butterflies in a flower-infested field, from both the great fall that brought him here, and his life before here. The haunches were an immense source of power, hind pistons loaded and covered in muscles. To comment the muscles of course was his reaction ability, the trigger to his haunches.
His inner workings were well protected with a large and well sprung barrel that held together the artistically created forehand and haunch. Front limbs pulled the figurine up a rocky slope, much more gradual than the one that had brought him to Chinook in the first place, as his hind easily pushed, a feat he had grown accustomed to. Curvature was level with the ground, twins drifted back and nostrils taunt as his pipes pumped the vital oxygen through his system. Upon reaching the peak of his journey, the stallion stood, triumphant like he did so many years ago, orbs gazing over the miles of terrain that sloped to the coast.
Sighing, the stallion pivoted, watching the broken rocky land bridge with interest. At one time, there had been ways to cross over and under it, but the ferocious tide of the inner land's river had carved those away, even though it was now dry, and even before then, the stone bridge was connected, allowing travel between the island and the main land. Smiling to himself, content, he stood patiently, thoughts roaming to the days when exchange was possible.
With nothing stirring, the flaming beast tore down the slope he had just powered up. Upon reaching bottom, pistons kept him at a gallop as he flew over the sparse meadow towards the hills, east of the broken land bridge. Upon reaching them, he slowed, as his jowls parted and tongue ran over his lips and incisors. Drinking was the best from the inner pool in the afternoon, when the water from the lagoon just tasted funny, but then again, when didn’t it? Exiting the caverns, he continued in a diagonal path northward, bypassing the smaller forest on his right, heading to the cliffs and the coast.
In this direction he continued to travel until he reached his destination. Fore flints rested on the cracking end of the cliff as he watched with interest the shower of debris sent downwards into the begging turquoise substance. Backing away from the edge, chin was tucked to his chest, serpentine twisted, as his forehand lifted off the ground, limbs raking out at the air, before landing and darting off once again. Now he headed west, to the gently sloping lands and vast forest trailing on for a couple of miles. He had explored every inch of this land and knew that no others lived here. They had at some point, but that point had disappeared when the met Ares. Kissers grinning handsomely, he slowed to a fast paced trot, dodging trees, making his way towards the west still.
Eventually a dense thicket of trees reared their gnarly limbs from their thick trunks. Bunched around a slight rise, Ares halted, snorting as he lipped at some long blades of grass, before the fiery stallion walked through the largest gap in the group. The land began to slope and rise above him at the same time, revealing the gaping mouth of an underground corridor, just barely large enough to allow easy passage for the stallion. He slowed his pace, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dark, before continuing on, enjoying the rhythm of his hoof falls on the stone carpet. Winding downwards, twisting through the ground like an impatient sea snake, the corridor eventually gapped its mouth open to a white sanded beach. On either side of him as he stepped out rose two enormous walls of rock, the cliff's he had been standing on previously.
Eyes closing as the stallion dropped to his knees, he allowed his form to fall into the substance as it formed around him. Soon rising from his quick romp, he shook the debris from his blazing pelt, and walked down the beach, the sea gently lapping at his hooves like an eager but patient dog. Gazing out over the horizon, he reached the edge of the beach, which held another cave. Only giving a glance in, he looked up the beach to where a few sparse plants clung for life among a ship wreck. His beginning here.
After spending time on the secret beach, he headed back up the corridor, its entrance hidden by the thick limbs of a lone tree thriving on the slight trickle of water that wove its way down the sheer drop of rock Back in the woods he raced out, out towards the rock arch, for something was different in the air. Thorns flattening, he allowed himself to speed off, tail flying behind him like his ancestors, tassels screaming and pulling away, being tempted by the wind. His front legs finally stiffened, planting at the crumbling edge of the old stone bridge as he gazed into the distance, before letting his banshee scream erupt from his vocals, loud and daunting, bone chilling and deep, deadly.
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Re: He's not here to welcome you, fool. « Reply #1 on Jan 12, 2008, 5:22pm »
Flesh of rich ocher was toned with black points as ink irises stared out through the thick silken fringe of ebony that dripped down her muzzle like a fallen tear drop from the great exanse of the midnight sky. She breathed out gently into the moist air that coiled lazily around her muscles, loosening the tension from them until she felt her head droop minutely. Her extensive black waterfall swayed between her hind quarters as she shifted her weight around as if to dance in one place. She trained her gaze over the landscape with a leisurely expression until her focus darted to the stallion. She consumed his scent with her dilated nares and let out a deep snort as the musky tang of his cologne choked her sinuses. A curious squeal kicked out of her throat as she abruptly lashed out a hind leg into the ground behind her and bolted forward into a quick trot, as if startled. Scraping her hooves out as she ran, she began weaving, leaving huge waves of dirt as she skidded from side-to-side, ears pinned against her head before pricking curiously up to the male again.
She halted after another few feet, just inches away from the stallion, and then swerved into a rear and leaped to the side, kicking her heels up halfway over her back before coming to a full stand still with blank eyes that betrayed no hint of embarrassement for her unusual behavior.
Hello, there!
She called brightly, though her eyes flickered suspiciously beneath the friendly demeanor as she scooted forward like a child who knew he shouldn't be moving, her guilty look turning to one of devious intentions in a heart beat.
Re: He's not here to welcome you, fool. « Reply #2 on Jan 15, 2008, 2:14am »
His body twitched, ears falling back at a voice, muscles bucking then laying still as the stallion shifted his weight backwards, pivoting on his haunches to look at the equine, one he had identified as a mare. His flame colored pelt twitched as a pest landed, trying to make feast, yet his tail soon followed the twitch, sending the pest to it's sudden death.
Chipped hooves dragged against the dehydrated land, sending a slight cloud upwards around his limbs. Eyes shifted over the mare, resting on her form momentairly before flickering towards her eyes.
Hello.
Ares shifted, allowing his hooves to stand steady on the ground as he watched the mare with a slight interest. It had been a while since he had been with any other equine company, and although he may not show it or say anything about it, he was glad he wasn't alone; this island could drive someone crazy.
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Re: He's not here to welcome you, fool. « Reply #3 on Jan 17, 2008, 4:33pm »
Her responsive smile was radiant across her satin features but it diminished hastily into an impassive mask as she studied him silently. He was built muscular and the pelt that shimmed across his frame was addictive to the eyes, but there was a certain glint to his eyes that set her on edge. Allowing herself to study his visage to avoid said pools, she relaxed the tension that had seeped into her strucutre, and played her name around in her head, contemplating letting it loose into the morning air.
Hello to yourself! Speaking of you, who are you?
She asked, her usual eccentric oddities coming out as she tipped her head to the side curiously. Blowing out her quarter moons, she pricked her satin crescents toward his voice and savored the rich undercurrent that smoothly slipped from his fluent tongue. Enticing was a marvelous word to use for him, and described everything down to his scent, which filled her sinuses with an intoxicating mist.
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