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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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!
Newlife is talented in almost every area you can be when it comes to unbridled! Great RPER and beautiful manips! She is an awesome addition to Unbridled.
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_*^*Starting......Fresh?*^*_ « Thread Started on Jan 14, 2008, 10:26am »
Bloody Sunday
All the delicate ways
The rain streamed down from the angry clouds. Waves fought with the cliff face reaching up to try and touch the rain soaked fae. She paid no heed to them yet bravely faced the onslaught of wind and rain that the elements battered her with. The clear, calm night had turned viciously after the minx had entered these lands. Not that they were of her doing. No that was silly. Perhaps it was just this dark land challenging her, testing her. Well, she was more then up for that. The mud and dust cloak she had worn, collected from her travels, were washed from her bodice and she now gleamed. Her slick coat was darkened to a red that resembled dried blood and the black had turned to a midnight hue The silver was dazzling. All in all she looked quite beautiful, standing all sheen and shine, her lithe body standing strong and her proud skull held up high, facing the fight full on. Of cause, one lone horse had no chance of defeating nature. She knew this. Yet she would not simply roll over and give up. It was in her nature to fight with everything she had. So she would
That I deepened our graves
As the battle raged, the minx thought back to the stallion. Only a short time ago, the large and impressive brujo had stated she should join him in his lands. So she had gone. Left him to enter. She did not need his aid. Yet she wondered where he had got to. So far, his lands had been as impressive as he. Of cause she would never had admitted to him that his aura and presence had been powerful and acknowledged as impressive. Stallions were far from the need of their egos being stroked. Wondering how long it would take him to join her once again, the mare stood and faced the elements. The rain came down in sheets, drenching her already soaked being. A lone figure in the violence of it all yet she was at peace, and looked it too. Body relaxed yet planted firmly. Skull thrown up with a slight arch to her nape with its dreads plastered down. Her banner was also plastered yet on occasion she managed to switch it out into the howling wind. Her orbs were wide, letting the water sting them. Not an icy blue, but a darker one, reflecting the storm. She was a creature of change and could adapt to almost anything. So she looked perfectly natural. A piece of this violent and messed up puzzle. Just waiting for another piece to be placed...
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Re: _*^*Starting......Fresh?*^*_ « Reply #1 on Jan 15, 2008, 2:20am »
J E R I C H O Is comming home
It was a while since he had returned to his favoured lands. Afterall, he had taken a detour. A quick run passed his territory was never something to avoid. Besides, it was only several minutes longer, especially at a full gallop. I mean, Jericho would soon be facing power hungry stallions amature to the royal world and he needed to keep his muscles in tone in order to keep them in place. Because he didn't want anyone trying to take over what he worked so hard for. Besides if they looked intimidating being so big then maybe the amature's would think twice about a challenge. If that didn't give them a hint, then he sure would give them a dammn good beating for misusing his hospitality.
As he galloped through his beloved lands, Jericho didn't bother to notice how absent the 'imaginary' horses had gotten. If any of them questioned where the other horses were, he would definatly get angry. I mean, they only started arriving a few days ago, how was he to know where any horses were? Maybe he would try and answer politley. To hell with that! Never in his life would Jericho be polite! Soon enough, the sun began to sink into the obsidian clouds. The afternoon was quite hot, being summer and all. Yes, he did work up quite a sweat. He was often sweaty and reaking with a horrible stench.
All because he ran alot, he had to keep fit. He wasn't lazy like most darks, he was quite energetic. Cruel and energetic. It fitted him well. Suddenly, he crossed the boder to his land. Not into the dark lands, but his acualy land Macabre Margin. You could tell from the moment you walked onto that dead grass that you were definatly in hell. It reeked of a salty presence and you could feel the natural elements present. You could even hear the waves crashing agaisnt the top of the cliff that overlooked the bloody beach beneath it. Of course there was no way to get down there unless you fell. You would die, there was no denying that.
The only part of any beach you could get to was on the side of the cliff. Even then, when you looked up to that gigantic cliff you would feel its big rocky ledge loom over you and an uneven presence about it. Besides, the waves were really wild and you wouldn't be able to stand on the beach for too long, the tide was always very high. So there was no use going there. You were safer inland, not on Macabre Margin at all. But Sunday decided to enter Jerichos favoured lands and there she was standing there.
Once Jericho had spotted Sunday, he slowed to a canter then quickly made the transaction to a walk before stopping five or so meters behind her. The rain had drenched him making his pelt look dark and have a metallic shine to it. Rain wasn't his most favoured natural element but it was definatly better than heat. Just to let her know he was watching her, he snorted and cleared his throat and spoke.
"Glad you could join me. Would you rather a detour opposed to traveling alone?"
Clearly he emphasised on the word alone. Being in his lands PLUS being alone wasn't the smartest combination especially for a mare. Jericho knew of the dangers that lurked throughout his land. But the question would always remain at the back of his head. Did they?
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Re: _*^*Starting......Fresh?*^*_ « Reply #2 on Jan 15, 2008, 2:56am »
Bloody Sunday
You've got a lot of nerve and I've got a lot of fingers to point While you were busy building knowledge I was already right
The rain and howling wind had chilled the mare to her very core, made her muscles freeze and her movements hard. Yet she remained, enjoying the weather and her solitude. She knew it would not last long. She had sensed other lives upon this land. Not to mention the stallion. It was he who she knew to be joining her the soonest. And so he did. She felt his presence before he spoke. Slowly she turned her sculptured dish to watch him with her round and stormy blue eyes As you said, I had no where else to go. she gave a smile of mock charm, as if he had done her some great favor.
I know a voice like yours is not a weapon at all Even mine is not a chisel for a thickened skull Chant your anthems to the deaf
Water had slicked her forelock down the middle of her forehead and it curled below her right eye, dripping droplets of rain. She was sleek and slim and looked nothing more then a young mare. It was the flash in her orbs that gave away what strength she might posses Are you suggesting that I am not capable of handling myself? That I need you, such a fine and mighty powerful stallion, to protect such a little mare such as myself? She gave a harsh bark of laughter and tossed the water from her skull as she turned to face him I am fine. Yet tell me Jericho, are you truly King of all that lays in darkness? If so, why is it that you seem to prefer your own company then that of others. You have no herd to speak of, from what I have seen. As she spoke, she strode forward till she was only a few paces away. Blinking, she tilted her head and watched him. She smiled softly, her orbs hard and calculating.
And we can sit here and cry until there's nothing left Or we can take our voices with our hands Make like knives and make demands
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Re: _*^*Starting......Fresh?*^*_ « Reply #3 on Jan 15, 2008, 3:20am »
J E R I C H O She's dark!
As he stood on his pride and joy, Jericho was seen with a grin. For once, he had been quite nice. He didn't mean it in a way saying that she couldn't explore herself, he was just offering to attend and show her all that he owned. Get to know her a little... But as the rain pelted down, he began to get slightly cold. The rain wasn't falling softly either. It was like thin bits of sharpened hail falling at a rapid speed, enough to cause damage to anything in contact. The salty air was quite distasteful, but he managed. Then, the wind was as wild as Jericho himself.
Once she spoke, Jericho found it a little hard to hear her over all the sound the wind and rain was making, so he stepped forwards trying to get closer to her voice so he could hear. But she didn't say what he wanted to hear. Soon enough she began cutting him down and stamping on him as he fell. Quickly, his smile faded and he began to display a frown and become a little edgy on his feet. He felt quite awkward. When she laughed he quickly scoffed his hoof along the ground and pinned his ears only to hear her speak more nonsense.
Then, he herd her say 'are you truely king of everything dark?' and that really put him off balance. Metaphorically, not literally. His stance became rough and he stood taller than normal with a crazy and puzzled expression on his face ready to dig back into her in revenge for taking a stab at him, but he held off for a bit longer. Then he had enough.
"If I prefered my own company; Which at times I admit I do, then tell me why I would offer to take you on a tour of my lands!?"
He spoke bitterly with his voice slightly on a higher level so it could be delivered clearly to her ears through all the rain. Clearly he was discusted and it definatly showed by the way he held himself and the way he spoke. How could she just do that? Did she want to be banned? Did she want to make a record for being the first horse banned within twenty minutes of arrival? But he wasn't finished yet and it looked like she wasn't either.
"I'm in the running for a herd! Besides, its not like this isalnd is easy to get to and its not like its inhabited with a thousand horses!
He had finished. It was quite awful wording all bitter and harsh. Plus he took a step forwards to match up to his title and tower over her. So he began to intimidate her so he looked down at her, with his chest shoved in her face. She was getting on his nerves with her attitude, he only wanted to share his lands with her, but she had to mock him and all that, it really ticked him off.
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Re: _*^*Starting......Fresh?*^*_ « Reply #4 on Jan 15, 2008, 8:48am »
Bloody Sunday
I'm burning bridges for the last time
Well, well, well this had to be a personal best. She felt a tinge of pride yet there was also bitterness, What was wrong with her. She would have never behaved like this a year and a half back. Yet what happened to her was brutal and life changing. She was a dark, cold and bitter and twisted. The pain and anger of others gave her pleasure. Made her life mean something. How pathetic! You are pathetic. Look, you hurt his feelings a nasty chuckle Same old same old. What is the matter? Are you afraid of him? Does he offer you some sort of happiness? That is what you fear the most! Oh you sad little piece of dirt. He will beat you if you don't stop. Yet, you are fine with that. You think you deserve it. Well you do. Go on, push him... Bloody Sunday near snarled as the voice faded away. A pang in her chest was felt. How she hated that voice. She never left her, even if she was silent for days, she was still there. It drove Bloody Sunday crazy.
The mare pushed her counterpart far, far away from her conscious being. Then she dealt with the stallion and what she had created. He was close, so close. Sunday was face to face with his broad and powerful chest. If it had not been such foul weather, she could have felt the warmth pulsing from his massive body. He could have felt hers as well. Yet, since they were both drenched and chilled she felt nothing. This helped cut any emotion from her heart. Made her seem almost soulless. Her mug stretched out till it hovered bare millimeters from his chest. Breathing out her warm breath against his skin, she moved her head up so her breath traveled up the inside of his nape. Lifting her skull to look at him better, she bared her fangs in a devilish grin. Oh husssssssssssssh. I did not mean harm. Too touchy. her words had a soothing tone, as if one would sooth a reckless colt. A flash of humor in her orbs as she took it back a few steps. She locked her gaze onto his and parted her kissers to speak again Well you have me there Jericho. Forgive me for expecting more. I have been a while from the company of normal horses. I know little as she finished speaking a shard of hail, the first of many to come in time, sliced across her hind haunches. She payed no heed, as the ice sliced through her flesh and blood welled to the surface. As blood traced down her rump and leg, Sunday snorted and shook her whole being. She made up her mind quickly. It was strange what she was about to say yet she would go ahead and say it anyways Its getting worse up here. Not the sort of weather for pleasantries. How about we start again in better conditions? Though I did warn you, taking in horses you didn't know. No one can stand me for too long, yet I'd rather not beat my personal best this time round Another hail stone collided with her body, this time on her shoulder. It didn't bother her, even with another trail of blood mixed with water running down her, yet she was sick of having to raise her voice and strain her harks to have a conversation. It wasn't helping things and she did not want her fun to be over so soon.
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Re: _*^*Starting......Fresh?*^*_ « Reply #5 on Jan 16, 2008, 6:39am »
JERICHO Don't forgive her!
As the clouds continued to cry, Jericho not only stood there, but he would stay there. This was afterall his most favoured lands and there was a reason for that. The storm wouldn't last long. So the clouds that swelled overhead looked threatening, Jericho remained still. He did not fan his tail about sending a wave of salty drops to casade over his lands. It was full of rain and just idled about driping with as much water as the rain did. There were darker streak marks on his neck from the excessive drops of water running through his mane, onto his neck and then onto the ground. The rest of him was drenched. It was weighing him down, maybe he would take cover.
"Yes I can see that quite clearly."
He retorted vigoursly shaking his neck. He was refering to Sunday knowing 'little' just incase you readers were confused. Yet, he took a step back, his head slightly lower just so it would brush down her face. As he did that, he turned towards the decending hill and stood sideways to her, his head slightly tilted her way with his ears back but not flat against his scull.
"You say that as if you assume you know me."
Again, for your benifit he was refering to Jericho not knowing Sunday. Surely that wasn't much to use against Jericho because she pretty much entered his lands perhaps with a little bit of knowledge stored in the back of her mind that every horse would fall as one of her little victims. Indeed, she should think before she spoke. No one knew of Jericho's ways, you can't expect anything from him. So don't try.
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Re: _*^*Starting......Fresh?*^*_ « Reply #6 on Jan 16, 2008, 8:12am »
Bloody Sunday
There you stood in disbelief
The vixen smirked. He had missed her mockery and perhaps that was a good thing. Her sarcasm could be as sharp and damaging as the hail that sliced over her body. Yet she herself was good at both physical and verbal pain. She could take it till the world ended. Or till her existence ended. Either way. Yet he was not used to her, did not know her jabs and spiteful ways. This would aid at her survival in his presence no doubt. Yet, was that what she wanted? Who knew. Her smirk grew as she saw that he saw no other way but to agree with her. It was not like she had made him come to that decision. Yet it pleased her somewhat.
trying all you could to see through these lies
All smiles disappeared, though, the moment he made contact with her body. Beatings she could take, but such a soft, nonthreatening touch sent a chill down her spine and worming into her heart. She stiffened and hastily moved from him, harks flat against her skull. Her orbs were their icy blue and a small ring of white circled them. She hated being touched like that. She did not deserve it. Why did he do that. Tears welled behind her eyes yet they would not be seen. As soon as such feelings came, they vanished. Her unshed tears dissolved behind icy blues. Her heart stilled its violent rush inside her chest and she slowly brought her skull down and pushed her harks straight once more. She hated that she could feel that way. The hatred showed clear upon her features. Yet only moments before, true fear and sadness had warped her usually emotionless features. In her head, harsh and mocking laughter echoed endlessly.
And every word that I could breathe
She calmed, hoping he had not paid too much heed to her mini break down. It would not do. No one could see that side. Ever! She caught his next words. Usually they would have brought about a mocking smirk and a small chuckle, yet her face was solemn and she spoke in low, flat tones I know what you are was all that she said. There was no hint of her usual mocking, teasing tone that was usually ever present within her voice. She stared at him long and hard before she too turned her body to face inland more. Despite how hard she tried, she could not get the feelings that she had felt moments before out of her head, out of her heart. She was, in a way, embarrassed that she had lost control. Yet, it had always been like that. She could not deal, not cope with a touch like that. It brought her to sanity, and with sanity came the memories and the pain.
would find you more inclined to leave, but I tried
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Re: _*^*Starting......Fresh?*^*_ « Reply #7 on Jan 16, 2008, 8:31am »
JERICHO
Don't you like that?
While she reacted to his words, Jericho kept his expression the same. Blank. Soon enough, Jericho got tired of waiting around so he stepped a few paces on the spot while looking at Sunday, then just walked of. She should follow, afterall thats what she wanted was protection from the rain and she wouldn't get it if she didn't follow him. Unless she was to travel alone and he didn't advise that. The rain and slush it had created lingered his fluid movement, but he stopped only once to turn around and speak.
"But do you know who I am?
Once he finished speaking that quick sentence, he returned on track to the invisible path ahead and began to navigate away from the coast line and descend down the cliff face, slow and steady so he didn't slip. Of course he knew what he was. He was Jericho, King of the darks. He was a horse. Did he look like some other animal? Clearly not. So she shouldn't question that. Besides, she didn't know who he was.
"Sweetie when will reality hit you? I'm dark. Stop trying to push that aside."
He called to her over his sholder, raising his voice so it would strech to her ears. He didn't rais his voice too much though, the rain had pretty much stopped. Looks like they didn't need to find shelter afterall.
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Re: _*^*Starting......Fresh?*^*_ « Reply #8 on Jan 16, 2008, 9:06am »
Bloody Sunday
My heart as black as evil can
She followed quietly, yet quickly. It was not so much shelter from the storm she wished for. Just to move, to feel. Yet she did not want to feel what he made her feel. She kept her distance. He was not the first to get that reaction from a touch. Her siblings had touched her like that many times and each and every one had resulted in the same pain, the same sorrow. She hated it. Just like she hated that ever present voice. Whachya gonna do pathetic little pregnant dog? Does the big bawd stallion scawy yew? Surly not?! Your a big bad nasty yourself. I KNOW what you have done. Don't you forget that. Don't think that YOU can ever forget that. You can never lock it away! Sunday could have screamed at it all. Yet she held her reserve and followed the stallion silently. She listened to his words yet they meant little. He did not understand her words and was trying to control the situation. Control her tongue. Ha! Good luck to him!
And everything I could have been
She would never be controlled, surly he could tell that much. Though, after all he was a stallion. A stallion with power. There was nothing more worse then that to deal with. Yet her patience could hold. For a while. She sighed inwardly. Pet names annoyed her so. Yet his words brought the smirk back to her velvets I am pushing aside nothing, "sweetie"! I know who you are. Jericho, big bad King of all the d**ned on this miserable island. You have something to prove and you ain't gonna stop till its been proved. You will never stop this fight, you will never give up on what you have. I know what you are and I have an idea on who you are too. I know you are dark yet so am I. I have seen darkness you would only ever hear about as fictional stories her words were full and loud and she had caught up with him as she spoke. She basically spat out most of the words in a heated way. An erupt bought of laughter came from her Reality? I know nothing of reality. It has long forsaken me she laughed a long bitter laugh. Fate had not been kind to her, yet she took it. She took each and every blow while she was down on the ground as low as a living being could get. Her features were twisted and bitter as she thought these things. Yet soon enough they smoothed out to her Arabic looks. She trod beside him in silence now, mulling over her thoughts. Then, as if she had said nothing in an ill-temper before, as if they had been taking nothing more then a pleasant evening stroll she said; So, Jericho, where are we off to?
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Re: _*^*Starting......Fresh?*^*_ « Reply #9 on Jan 17, 2008, 7:42pm »
Touched By Destiny
So this was where she was to live for the rest os her misirable life..huge orbs scanned everything 'Doesnt look like much' Said the voice in her head Shut up She told it even though she agreed. Daggers made soft splatting noises as they landed in the mud, she moved through the land pools scanning everything criticly. Finally they light upon Jericho and a unknown mare. Lengthening her stride Destiny alters her course ending up right between them, she likes to interupt.
Why hello I am Destiny who are you?
The kindness and interest in her lyrics were obviously fake as she derected her words at the mare. A sickly sweet smile slids into place on her maw. A flint stamps the ground and in response mud flys up in a small shower. A evil smirk flits over her facade before her mask takes over again. Then turning to Jericho she speaks her lyrics low and smooth like honey.
Hello again Jericho I see you have found yourself another mare
She was in fact only guessing that she had been his first claim but she often guessed right so she wasnt worried. Moving her dial she looked the mare over, she was feeling contrary today so she spoke again a mocking tone on her lyrics.
How long have you been here?
She grinned then and, deciding she was bored with them, without even waiting for a answer she turned around and galloped a few meters throwing in a few bucks here and there, then turning back she pranced back shaking out her mane to watch them and wait for answers.
ooc: Really sorry for the sucky post like I said my muse hates me.......
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Re: _*^*Starting......Fresh?*^*_ « Reply #10 on Jan 17, 2008, 7:48pm »
JERICHO
To the lair!
As she spoke, Jericho just chuckled and continued to wander down the hill. To his right was a cluster of trees. Suddenly, he stopped and turned in that direction. Earlier they were atop the ledge that overhung the trees, where the shore was only 10 meters away, but now, he was taking her to his lair. It was like a dark abysss. It was a dark abyss. It was an eerie cave hidden from the view of another. There was a small forest before it and vines hanging over the opening. Jericho soon vanished into the darkness. He was at the mouth of the cave holding the vines open for Sunday to enter. As soon as she entered, Jericho would too.
"Of course I don't give up! You pushing aside the fact that you arn't the only one around and the world doesnt always have you in the center."
He looked back to her as she spoke. Just as well he spoke then because the rain returned to being heavy. Overhead the clouds swelled and the wind was erratic and wild. Just like Jericho himself. She was taking to long to enter, so he let the vines go and turned his attention to Destiny. A strange expression laced across his face as he glared at her and pinned his ears. Rolling his eyes, Jericho returned to the cave and just dissapeared into the cave. Once inside he turned around and rested his back leg, waiting for her to enter.
A voice followed him as he entered the cave.
"She has been here as long as you, now hurry up Sunday, I don't offer protection to just anyone."
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Re: _*^*Starting......Fresh?*^*_ « Reply #11 on Jan 17, 2008, 8:06pm »
Bloody Sunday
My heart as broken as my ways I never should've let it pass
The minx had been watching the brute and was about to follow him into his cavern and let his comment slide so she could start on something fresh when her attention was diverted with the other mare. A look of disgust hit her features. She hated other mares. As much as she hated stallions if not more. Ok, she hated everybody but mares really got on her neves. Like this one. She was trying to play some games here yet she did not know that the master gamer was her target. A smirk curled itself upon her mug and she took a step back from this newcomer as if she was diseased. The mud splatter did not bother her and she ignored it. She was an actress this one. Sunday watched her every move and listened to her vocals. Her smirk was growing. How amusing. She stepped away from the mare without even so much of a sign that she was going to reply. Yet once she reached the hidden mouth of the cave, she turned her skull back in the most delicate and smoothest of ways and spoke in soft tones. They were not her usual ones yet sickly sweet ones. Not fake like Destiny's but her own deady sweetness I am one you should not mess with, pretty little Destiny, for I am nothing but a shell that houses spirits from hell she smiled gently, her first smile in God knew how long and battered her lids. She acted as if the stallion had not spoken and answered Destiny's other question As for how long I have been here. Well, lets just say too long another sickly sweet smile and then a flash of steel within her icy blue orbs before she too dissapeared into the darkness of Jericho's lair. To him she said I told you, i do not need protection from anybody she chuckled at nothing in particular. Destiny had torn around like a filly. That was all that she was in truth. Not a care in the world only plots and plans. Something deep within admired and was jealous of Destiny. Yet the malice and darkness that overwhelmed Sundays whole soon devoured those feelings. That was that.
this fall was never meant to last The reason gone and damage stays
occ: he doesnt know her name yet. he hasnt asked her yet ^.^
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Re: _*^*Starting......Fresh?*^*_ « Reply #12 on Jan 18, 2008, 5:21pm »
Touched By Destiny
A snort left her nares directed at Jericho's lyrics and she rolled her orbs in annoyance, 'Stallions are all the same' The voice told her, still feeling contrary she again told it to shut up. The vixens audits swiveled around to on her dial as she listened without interruption to the other mare, as the mare disappeared her silts began to move and she followed. Inside her twisted mind the other vixens words swirled about and in her head the beginnings of an idea were forming, she already liked this mare though for what she said she should hate her but Destiny's mind and feelings were warped and weird and she enjoyed doing things that no one would expect. Her lyrics lost there fake tones and put on new smooth icy ones as she spoke to the mare ignoring Jericho
Well well well what makes you think I was messing with you my dear?
A short laugh bubbled up and out into the air before she continued
It could of been my own special way of saying hello...tsk tsk you shouldn't judge someone so fast
Looking around in distaste she snorted softly 'Ooooh I like it here....never leave' The little voice told her 'Well I hate it here so go away and leave me alone' She ordered it. How she hated the stupid voice, most likely she was going crazy and she hated the thought that she was going crazy only idiots went crazy was her thought. A laugh escaped her mug though she tried to stop it, that was another thing the voice made her do; laugh when there was nothing funny or have mood swings sometimes. Letting her mind bludgeon the voice she gave the other horses a maniacal grin before moving around to explore the lair.
ooc: finished...sorry its not good and i'm playing around with colors to find the one I want for her.
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Re: _*^*Starting......Fresh?*^*_ « Reply #13 on Jan 18, 2008, 11:36pm »
JERICHO
She doesn't want your hospitality.
Quite distirbed by the mares bickering, Jericho rolled his eyes and flattened his ears, finding it hard to relax with their useless lyrics being traded. He was stuck in the corner. Sunday was a meter and a half away from him and the entrance was another two meters away. Destiny had just entered and passed Jericho and Sunday. The cave was quite large. The walls were solid and there was a bit of moss growing on them. It was about six meters deep and was in the shape of a deformed L. It was his personal cave and he didn't like it crowded. There was nothing else in the cave, but at times it felt like it. Transfering his weight to all fours, Jericho stepped forwards and glared at Sunday, hissing at her out of the corner of his mouth.
"If you don't need protection, then what the hell are you doing in this cave!? Get out if you don't want it to sheild you from the hazzards outside. I don't need you here, nor do I want you here. It was merely an invitation to keep you safe. If you don't want it... Don't take it!"
He growled the last bit in a harsh mannor, lashing his side with his tangled tail feircly. His face expressions were clearly emotionless, but his eyes held a hint of annoyance. Once he had finished speaking and there had been an awkward silence, Jericho sulked back into the cave's corner and starred at Sunday.
"You think your the monst important horse on this island. Your not! Stop acting like a inconsiderate wrench and appreciate what your given. I don't ask for much in return, if you don't want to be here you are welcome to leave. For your benifit, I'll even show you the exit!"
Jericho snapped his teeth together and slammed his hoof into the rock. It made a boistress clanking sound that echoed throughout the cave for several minutes on end.
"Now, will you two stop trying to prove whos better than the other. If you want to know whos better than the other, I'll be honest and say neither. Your both worthless to me, so lets just keep it at that."
As soon as he finished his final mouthful, Jericho stopped eyeing the two and sighed to finaly rest his back leg comfortly. Occasionally his tail swept across his back, spraying some salty water over it and the walls, but other than that he stool idly listening to the rain fall outside. Underneath him was a puddle of rain that had dribbled of his sleek wet pelt. He slightly shivered as the draft inside was a bit chilly. Soon enough, his pelt would be dry and hopefully, the two mares would stop being so annoying.
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Re: _*^*Starting......Fresh?*^*_ « Reply #14 on Feb 3, 2008, 3:31am »
On my way down... I'm not ready to lay, I'm not ready to fade
Bloody Sunday watched the two. Many words came to her yet she released none, much to the amusement of the other. This other mare, Destiny, had a strangness to her. Much like Sunday had something to her. Yet never did it master her and force her to lose control over herself. She was too willful for that. Destiny, surprise surprise, did not irritate her as much as other horses tended to do. She amused Sunday. Perhaps the amusement would last and allow Sunday to tolarate Destiny for their times together. All in all Bloody Sunday wasnt too fussed. A mare was a mare. Another horse, another living being. She felt indifferent to the other mare yet felt an urge not to be cruel to her as she would have been. Her own actions amused her yet she ignored that and focused on the stallion. His words irritated her with their incorectness and her blood bubbled with the urge to retaliate and use her sharp words. Yet, slow and steady won the race and this would be a race best won with the mind. And won it shall be. Mockery flashed upon her features and a glint of malice was lit within the demented mare's orbs as she glared at the brujo with cold intensity. Chuckle echoed in her throat to escape through pressed lips. Tossing her scarred dish, the hellish vixen spoke Well, since I am not needed or wanted I think I shall take my leave of this stifling cavern. the minx extended one slim foreleg so her wholebody was lowered into a sweeping bow. It would have been very regal if not for the mocking fashion in which she preformed it. Snarling grimace of a smirk lit her librums as she straightened up and gazed at him My mighty king. I leave your company now though it pains me so erruptly and quite elegantly she swung round after a stubborn gaze at Jericho. Upon passing Destiny, no words were spoken but Bloody Sunday flashed her pearly whites in a feral grin or sorts. Not as crazed as the one Destiny herself gave but it was close enough and it was a gesture of acceptance of sorts. If you want to even suggest it. So, with a flick of her lethal heels, she had left the cave to face the outside world
I'm not ready to die
The wind beat gushed of water down upon the lithe figure. She was sodden in a matter of seconds yet she leapt forward as if it was a bright summers day. For once, in a long long time, she looked her age. Just over three years old, with her skulpured dish held high. She was a morpher. She could change to suit her surroundings, the weather, seasons. This is what had happened now. She moved with the wind and rain, not fighting it but letting it take her over. She did not manage to get far from the cave's mouth so she stood, skull thrown up and body rigid as she let the elements swallow her. This reminded her of a storm once, long ago...
A horrible storm, yet in this storm, no rain or hail. No thunder, lightning. No howling wind. No, none of that. For it was a sweet scented Autumn day. Filled with natures wonder and beauty. No rain. No clouds. Only the falling blows, one after another...
Bloody Sunday opened her orbs. She was drenched through and for the first time she felt the chill. The young mare shivered, just the once. Then she had regained herself. Slices coered her frame from where the hail had struck. She could see them from the corners or her eyesight. Streaks of red turning into rivets running across her hide. Yet she just stood, breathing in the storm and fighting off the memories
Not ready to lay, I'm not ready to fade I'm not ready to die
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