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Post by Clippy on Jul 9, 2011 19:11:50 GMT -5
The young, chestnut rabicano picked her way through scattered brush and dead trees, approaching the sound of the trickling water. Her throat was in protest from her lack of liquid, so she bent her long neck and took in some of the fresh water. It soothed her dry throat, after she had taken long enough, she looked up and around. Nothing seemes to be alive except the small insects and birds all around her. She was alone. Empty. She stepped into the water, loving the feeling of the cold liquid rush against her skin. She closed her eyes as a breeze came in, her mane and tail flying back in the wind. This was freedom. But why was freedom so...empty?
Count:121 words.
So...short! AHH!!
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Post by Abba on Jul 9, 2011 20:57:40 GMT -5
RamaskithI will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear The white pelt of the stag shone in the sun as he moved off quietly towards the stream. His nares were filled with the scent of another mare in the precinct. It was strange, how much dead material was around this area. After all, almost the rest of the place was thriving, but this one places seemed to be tiny dead shrubs and the dead trees. Quietly, he pushed himself forward, allowing his rippling muscles to fall into the water and cause it to splash upwards onto his coat, halting right in front of the mare before snorting, not even considering the bubble this mare might have. Or, having the deceny to dip his head in greeting. "Hello my little dear. Don't you look ravishing this day." he said with a smirk to his face, ears pricked up as he watched her chestnut coat being reflected into the water.
[/blockquote] ---Behind the post--- . 167 words . You gave me like... nothing to work with . Geeze. I forgot how hard breaking in a new character is... [/size]
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Post by Clippy on Jul 9, 2011 23:53:22 GMT -5
Tari was alerted to the new presence of the stallion, looming about. Her ears perked, hoping for anything else but what he saw. He absolutely barged in, splashing her when she just wanted to get a little wet. She backed a step, looking with awe, and yet, confusion. Intrusive, much? "Hello..." she said, with some uncertainty. "And you are...?" she asked, still a little frazzled. She took in a deep breath, and his overall appearence. He had a soft, white pelt, now partially soaked with the water she had been enjoying, strong, slightly bulging muscles. His eyes held an intelligent look to them, though they reflected the smirk he bore. The water rippled around both of them, distorting their reflections in the shimmering liquid.
Words: 127 (27 ees my lucky number e.e)
Muse: A very intrusive stallion.
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Post by Abba on Jul 10, 2011 20:59:45 GMT -5
RamaskithWho do you think you are?
Running round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts and tearing love apart Gently dropping his maw down in a bob of greeting. "Ah. Yes. Introductions. Silly me, I was just mesmorized by your beautifulness." he said with a laugh, tilting his head to the side and letting out a tiny snort of warm air. "I have been gifted with the name of Ramaskith." he returned before pausing, "And may this lovely darling allow her angel-like voice to present me with something I may call her by?" He allowed his tail to swish in the water, sending ripples quietly through the slowly moving water. His black spot on his face darkening a little as he dipped his whole head in to get through to his brain. To try and push out the spirit that currently wanted to run his muzzle against every crease in her body, start to memorize each line and muscle ripple and the feel of her pelt under his maw. But, a tiny part of his mind kept him from fondeling this beautiful mare infront of him.
[/blockquote] ---Behind the post--- . 187 words . 20 more words than last time . I think he is telling me that he needs to have a play toy. xD [/size]
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Post by Clippy on Jul 11, 2011 9:08:32 GMT -5
Tari looked at him intently. She was curious, but almost frightened by his manner. She listened as he introduced himself as Ramaskith. But the part that concerned her more was what he had said before, that he was caught up in her beauty. Tari had never thought herself beautiful, but then again, shewas normally the one handing out the compliments. But was his a true statement? Or was it something else?
She realised she hadn't responded to his question, and snapped out of her dreamlike thinking. "They call me Tari. Though, my given name is Jumajia Ha'Tari." she said, with a small bob of her head. She lifted her hoof and pawed at the water a little, since she was wet anyway. Her ears relaxed, and she stood a little bit less tense, now.
"Why are you here, Ramaskith?" His name was foreign to her tongue, and she drew it out a little. She watched as he dipped his head, slightly confused. Her face did not portray her emotion, though, as she watched him intently.
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Muse...nothing. Confused mare.
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Post by Abba on Jul 11, 2011 18:21:01 GMT -5
RamaskithThe blood is in the water
The cuts no longer bring me down
Don't you even bother, I've seen enough to bring you down The stag smiled darkly at the mare, his eyes proving something... deeper, a darker emotion protruding through his aura. "Hello, my dearest Tari," he replied, his voice low and almost threatening. The water lapped gently at his sides, though the stag imagined a sotrm... A wildly rushing storm, the lightning flashing before a crash of thunder. He could see himself moving to the side of the banks, the mare- Tari- crying out for help. The way that the waves would pull at her body, sending her underneath the water. How she would gasp for air everytime her head bobbed above the water for a few seconds, not nearly enough to give her the air she needed. And he could feel himself verging upon laughing in real life, his head beginning to bob as he held back the chuckle which threaten to emerge from deep in his throat. He would watch her struggle for air as he stay calmly on the shore, moving only to keep his view as the river pulled her downstream. The mare would plead, beg... but he wouldn't help. She would fill hr lungs with the river- water, and sink slowly to the bottom of the river before rising again, her body still and lifeless... Ramaskith shook himself out of this fantasy, his mind reveling in the pleasure before replying to the mare again. "I'm only here to admire such a young, healthy beauty as yourself, Tari." his smooth voice slid through the air, cutting it like a knife as he inched his body closer to hers until he was touching her side with his maw, a grin on his face as he began to trace the lines her shoulder, moving it up her neck before touching his muzzle against her forehead in a calming gesture. Even though the action was anything but. All you need to do is give her one swift, gentle push, hold her under for a few minutes... his spirit commanded as he swished his tail, spinning his hindquarters around so that he was right beside the mare. Don't you dare hurt this darling. If she is dead, where is the playtoy? reasoned his normal side of his brain, using the playtoy refrence in order to win over his spirit. And, that reasoning won. For he did nothing except breathe against her forelock and watch her carefully. Still. All she needed to do was slip in this water on her way out...
[/blockquote] ---Behind the post--- . 167 words . Thorny gave me a base of a post to work off of. XD THANK YOU THORNY . I really have no inner evil for stags. XD [/size]
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Post by Clippy on Jul 12, 2011 19:41:45 GMT -5
Tari was being a little more conscious now. She felt a metaphorical sense of darkness around him. She stepped back, once more, as he blew into her forelock. She snuck a glance back, she was nearly to the edge. She shifted her weight to her back hooves, more tense now. Her tail flicked, and her heartbeat rose a little. She was partially terrified, curious, along with a dash of confused. The stag in front of her was coming on too strongly for her taste.
She spoke once more. "I, I think I must be going." she said, stepping back again. But a stone slipped under her new footing. She teetered slightly, then managed to regain her balance. When she stepped up onto the band, she didn't lookback as she walked away. When she got to the edge of the trees, she sped up, then broke into a canter, weaving the trees. Though she knew deep down that this wouldn't be over anytime soon. 165 words.
No muse. Hate this post.
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Post by Abba on Jul 12, 2011 21:29:21 GMT -5
RamaskithYea, life throws ya curves
but you learned to swerve. Me I swung and I missed The stag snorted quietly, stepping out of the water after her. He held back a low, ominous chuckle, basically choking on it as he forced it back down his throat. She had tripped, but her cat-like reflexes had placed her back on her feet before the water could take her down. But, this was a good thing - no? After all, it meant that the mare would be alive for longer. That he would have much more amusement with her than if she had just dropped to the ground and died then and there. "But why my little dear? Why? You don't want to have any fun?" he asked, his voice soft, low, alluring. His muscles rippled as he trotted after her, his bulky frame only adding to the emphasis of his muscled body. His black spot on his face was even darker than before as he sped up into a lazy canter, barely moving on his own but still covering more ground than this mare was. Yes, a chase. This was entertaining. A chase. Something that his spirit liked. Because of this, his ears pricked forward with a slight grin on his face as he caught up to her, nipping her hindquarters with a teasing expression, immediately moving out of kicking range. "Come now. Let's play my darling. Let's play." he offered with a teasing hint to his voice as he moved up to her side.
[/blockquote] ---Behind the post--- . 256 words . Yes. He must try and kill her. After all, he is evil! . -still can't really play evil stags- [/size]
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Post by Clippy on Jul 13, 2011 5:46:04 GMT -5
Tari gave a suprised snort. The stallion had caught up to her almost as fast as she had gotton to this point! He said he wanted to "play" but Tari knew better. She simply said "No, I really must be going.", and sped up a little. She then broke out into a full-out gallop, dodging and weaving through the trees. She had to find a way to get him off. She ducked a large pine tree, turning to the right on a whim. Her supreme agility allowed her to go even faster, to duck the trees. Ahead was the edge of the forest, only blocked by a large bush of shrubbery. She got closer, and closer, until she absoluteluy had to jump. She gathered herself, using her strong legs to make a powerful jump. She cleared it, and didn't waste any time to continue running.
This stallion would probably play this game until the end. Her ever-tiring gallop, she knew, was wearing her out. She had to find a place to hide. Unfortunately, she had just given up her cover. He didn't seem like he would give up to her. 194 words
A little less evil might help. -.-
She's absolutely terrified of him. Happy, Ramaskith? [/size] |
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Post by lady shady on Jul 14, 2011 0:07:32 GMT -5
Sheba
I wanna get in trouble
I wanna start a fight [/i][/size][/right] Sheba cantered steadily through the trees, her alabaster body appearing almost phantom-like amongst the dead branches. She had been traveling for a few days, getting away from the west lands, away from the stag who had so unnerved her when he turned his calm eyes upon her. Though she didn't like to admit it, she had fled from the Alpha. Why? That secret was locked up inside her so tightly, burrowed so deeply in her brain, that she refused to even think about what had made her run. Now though, she was tired of flight. Fear rarely flickered across her fine face, and it was the emotion she hated most. Sheba was tired of fear. It didn't suit her. She wanted something to bring her back to normal. She wanted others. She wanted company again, maybe this time she'd find normal equines. Normal ones with normal fears for her to play on. Normal ones that didn't wear their hearts on their sleeves.
A light breeze kicked up, tossing back to her the scent of a stag. Oh, good. Her favorite kind of hunt. Whinnying enticingly, she continued on her way towards the musky scent. She heard the rush of a stream nearby, and sped up a little. A drink wouldn't hurt her either.
Soon enough, she spotted a stag through the dead brush. Though his back was to her, she made sure that he would be able to hear her as she came. Floating over the ground in a graceful trot, as she moved toward him, she raised her silky tail so that it streamed out like a playful child's butterfly net. He stood tall, defined muscles showing under his gleaming hide, and she guessed that he'd be the arrogant type. The last one she'd met had stood almost exactly in that way. (Well, the last stag before the ones she'd come across a few days ago, but she had resolved not to think of them). Even if he wasn't arrogant, a little flattery never hurt a first impression.
Emerging from the trees, she approached him, picking her way daintily through the shrubs. She stopped within a few feet of him, close enough for him to see clearly, but far enough so that he'd have to move towards her to reach her. Just out of his reach, that was exactly where she wanted to be. Tossing her milky forelock flirtatiously, she spoke. "Well, hello Handsome..."
--behind the post--
about 400 words
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