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Post by lady shady on Aug 11, 2011 16:34:16 GMT -5
Bonaparte It's a new world, it's a new start It's alive with the beating of young hearts [/i][/right][/size] Tari approached him, moving along to his side. He craned his neck to look sideways at her. Reaching out his small muzzle, he touched her mane lightly again. It was still as soft as it had been the first time. But this time, as he nuzzled at it, the hair parted and he touched her bare skin. Her hide was warm, so different from the freezing weather, and the touch sent an electric feeling through him. It was all so new. He didn't know if he was behaving right, doing anything right, saying anything right, but she was still here. She began to speak, hopefully not unnerved by his actions. He withdrew his head and listened. She spoke of shelter, and here he gestured toward the cave, smiling proudly, not unlike a little boy who has just presented a shining red apple to a beaming teacher. "Will this do?" he asked. Trekking through the snow, he approached the entryway. It was small, but seemed to wind back quite a ways and stretched off into the dark before him. "After you," he murmured to her, and stepped back to let her pass. This new feeling was so strange. And yet, it was so addicting.
--behind the post-- no idea how many words Here I Am from Spirit! A thousand apologies, Clippy D: [/left]
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Post by Clippy on Aug 11, 2011 17:38:24 GMT -5
Tari Captivated by you, baby[/right][/size][/i] Tari, almost obediantly, followed behind him at his right, as if she were in a herd. She did it absentmindedly, but nonetheless. She smiled as he let her go in first, her eyes adjusting slowly to the light change. When she could see again, she cleared her throat, and spoke. Though she didn't prefer to bring it up, she had to ask. "You wanted to know about....my history?" she questioned. She looked into his eyes....and felt herself melt, under his beautiful gaze. She looked in awe, again. Was this what love felt like? Tari couldn't have known. She took in a breath, and dropped his gaze. No, she couldn;t feel this strong. unless he felt this strong for her. Otherwise..it would seem horrid. But, what if he did feel for her, and she was acting like she didn't want him? Oh! if only she knew. Then she wouldn;t have to debate it. Like a firework show ----------- 162 words Sorry it's so short, but I didn't have anything.
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Post by lady shady on Aug 11, 2011 18:35:02 GMT -5
Bonaparte Here I am, this is me There's nowhere else on earth I'd rather be Here I am, it's just me and you [/i][/right] She passed by him, and once again he marveled at how willing she was to follow him. He'd never been in authority on his life, and to have this mare taking his suggestions and doing what he said was another new thing. Who had ever listened to him? He took his turn entering the cave. Once inside, he turned so that he was facing the beautiful snowy scene outside. The flakes flew in flurries for a moment as the wind played with them, then the snow settled down again, coating the ground like a soft white blanket. He stood at the entrance, tiny figure casting a ridiculously long shadow. Tari, tucked in the cave behind him, was asking him something...did he want to know her history? "I'd love to," he responded playfully, flipping his forelock. "A good story is one thing that I'll never pass up. And perhaps, when you have finished, I shall take a turn? Of course," he added hurriedly "it doesn't have to be my story. It can be any story...retelling the ones I grew up with is always fun..." What was going on? He was lapsing back into the younger Bon, the one who he wasn't going to be any more. Confidence, keep his head up, remember. Remember that he was a stag. Whatever that meant. So far all he knew of being grown up was that this mare was letting him near her, and he wanted to be near her. He stepped back, brushing against her side, trying to remind himself of how being grown up felt. With her touch, the feeling came back, and he calmed. A thought crept into his head though: did she mind all of this? Did she even like it? Was she supposed to touch him too? What were they supposed to do? The single thought branched off into thousands of little questions, all swarming in his brain. No. Too much thought. Just be quiet. Listen to Tari. Feel her hide on his flank. Remember who he was. Bon settled back, wiping away all thoughts, allowing himself to just take in the simplicity of the moment. A mare and a stag, together telling stories. And he was here to listen.
--behind the post-- didn't count the words again xD Here I Am lol, he's so awkward, but I love him!
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Post by Clippy on Aug 11, 2011 19:13:30 GMT -5
Tari Tari took in a breath, listining to his velvety words. She nodded, deciding to keep her story as short as she could, without leaving any important details out. "I was born into a large herd, under a powerful stag. I grew up there, much like any other foal. When I was about 3 summers, I came fertile, like any mare. I told my stallion of my wish for a foal, I had wanted one at the time, and..." she decided not to add the words "I still do wish for one." Too much. "he refused my request, feeling I was too young for such a burden. I had wandered that day, meeting a lone stallion..." she trailed again, and gulped. "The deed had been done. But the next morning, my stallion came to me, feeling guilty about his refusal. He offered, but I declined, and told him the truth. He seemed...angry, demonic, but able to hold it in. For a while, anyway. Eight months later, I gave a successful birth. Kimtu, I named him. The stallion took one look, though, and was enraged beyond all reason. He abused me and my colt over the next two years, and I say two, because the stag drove him off early."She paused, taking a breath. "A year later, he came back, and my stallion fought him. He fought him to his death!" Tari said, in a higher pitch. She was on the brink. "He...he killed him. My baby." Tari said, a tear now spilling down her cheek. She took a moment, probably too long, to recollect herself. "I stayed behind, weeping. The stallion was all to eager to leave me, and I deserved it. Eventually, time came to mean something again, and I wandered. Nothing could bring him back. My little Kimtu." she said. "About two days ago, I happened upon a stallion. Estacar, he called himself. I immediately got the same feeling. That dark, menacing bite covered by a sweet face. I tried to leave as soon as I politely could, but he chased me. Scared me beyond all reason. Estacar...he just reminded me....and so I ran. Away. Perhaps a little far, since I was in the South lands at the time. And here I am." she said, concluding her story effectively. She settled for a moment of silence. "And you? I'd like to hear your story." she said, with a sincere smile, that still showed minute traces of her grieving. So she hadn't really made it a short story, but it was hers, nonetheless. ------------------------- 447 words. W-O-W I didn't even have to think. Bon's turn!
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Post by lady shady on Aug 11, 2011 21:44:25 GMT -5
Bonaparte You left me speechless So speechless [/i][/right][/size] He didn't know what to say as her woeful story unfolded. This mare had been through a lot. The sadness in her voice convinced him of that. However, he did not understand much of what was spoken. Something about offers...and deeds? And stags? Bon did not know what she was saying or much of what she meant. Something in the back of his mind was stirring, something instinctive that told him that he did know, would know if he needed to...but then it slipped away again, leaving him confused. All he knew though was that Tari had been left. Her foal had left and her mate had left. The one thing he could relate to. As she finished, he still hadn't come up with anything to say to comfort her, and he seized the opportunity to tell his own tale, since she had asked. "I'm...sorry, Tari. I'm afraid my own tale isn't anything special. I grew up in a large herd and left with the others. We were family, a bachelor herd that roamed together, ran together, lived together. Things were fine for a while, and those were some of the happiest times of my life. Then--" here his voice became tinged with confusion--"then they all began to leave. Slowly, one by one you see, all with a mare. Sometimes even two mares. One by one, my brothers left until I was all alone. I couldn't understand..." his voice trailed off. "And then, last spring, I came upon a golden mare and a dark stag. The mare is blind, but there is something about her. She's different. And I began to believe that the Alphas that I'd always heard stories about were real. Rasta proved to me that they exist!" His pace was beginning to grow quicker, more excited and animated. He noticed and checked his tone. "I couldn't stay though. I promised her I'd be near. But the stag was what she needed. Who she needed. I was too blind to realize that I couldn't stay. I had to leave. So I was on my own again. You know Tari, I never could understand why those stags left their brothers...but now... I think I'm beginning to." He bobbed his head playfully, looking up at her through his inky forelock. Bon still had no idea what he was doing, but he settled for letting his tiny body act for him. So far, so good. Tari hadn't moved away, so it must be fine. The only sound in the cave now was their slow, even breathing. And outside, the flakes continued to fall silently.
--behind the post-- I've stopped counting words, I'm too lazy xD Speechless
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Post by Clippy on Aug 11, 2011 22:39:51 GMT -5
Tari Tari's body trembeled a bit...from the cold and the grief. It overwhelmed her. He was a good listener, but he didn't seem to understand what she had said. He hadn't said anything, being polite, Tari supposed, but the confusion in his eye made it obvious. She had tried to explain it as best she could..but it was a painful memory. One she did not want to repeat. Not physically, not in words. Instead, she settled for listining to his story. Life had been rathar nice to this stag. Though Tari couldn't help but feel that he didn't understand losing sombebody who was very, very close to you. Maybe he just didn't want to feel that pain. Maybe that's why he held back. Tari couldn't know, one way or another. "I have to say, that others come and go, all for their own reasons." she said, disagreeing with Bon's last statement. "I believe that one can never quite predict, maybe understand why one comes and goes. But I believe that each one came into OUR lives for a reason." Sure, it was confusing. Yet, Tari understood what she had meant. One may come in refuge, and leave in terror. But they were put there to leave their mark among those around them. Of course, this could go many different ways...but everybody left a mark. Right? She may not have had the most wisdom, but she knew what she believed in. ------- 252 words. A bit of Tari's rather confusing wisdom. If you don't count words, I'm not going to search for a song. XD Update: It looks like we're going to be trapped in here. greeeeeaaatttt. [/size][/right]
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Post by lady shady on Aug 12, 2011 21:45:18 GMT -5
BONAPARTE
The mare spoke, wise words that sounded pleasant enough. He couldn't think about them though, for at that moment, the world seemed to pitch about, shaking and rolling. He was reminded of a trip to the island's coast; he remembered watching the waves as a yearling. They were caught in the earth's power as snow fell from above, no longer in flakes, but in clumps. The cave grew darker as the snow coating the overhang slid to the already-covered ground. On top of the thick coat already in place, the added snow blocked the entrance to the cave. It was too high to allow them out, and he could glimpse a thing sliver of daylight at the top. Weak sunlight filtered through the opening. They were trapped in the cave. He panicked as the mini-avalanche took place, bolting forwards, then backwards. Trotting nervously toward the back of the cave, he explored the darkness. Perhaps there would be a back way out? But no, his touch was met with solid walls of rock and dirt. Making his way back to Tari, he struggled to remain calm. The snow would melt...eventually. Breathe. Just breathe. "It looks like we're trapped" he told her, trying to keep cool. "It'll be all right," he said, more to himself than to her. "You may think this is silly," he ventured, "but would you like to tell stories? Back in my old herd, we used to trade tales to pass the time. And I think we may have a lot of time in here..."
--behind the post-- 272 words new style of posting, yay! you can start if you want, or I will of she agrees. I thought we could just make up a few short little ones. They don't really matter and can be ablout anything since they're myths/legends/whatever.
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Post by Clippy on Aug 12, 2011 22:06:01 GMT -5
Tari Tari stepped back as she felt the earth shake, stepping a bit closer to Bon, bracing herself on the floor. She shook a bit, looking at the solid wall keeping them in. She sighes, this was going to be a while. Or so, she thought. She sighed, looking at him. "Well, this will be a good chance to...get to know eachother." she paused, looking for words. She was acatually fairly calm, despite the..er...delicate situation. She wasn't worried. She looked at the pattern of light on the snow, seeing that more daylight peeked through thinner areas of the snow. There was one hole was seemes very fragile. She reached up and touched it with her nose, and it fell, spilling a little beam of daylight into the cave. There wasn't another weak spot, so you couldn't dig out. Perhaps it had been a small smudge of luck there that gave them the one hole. Maybe karma was paying back in small amounts. Tari was a believer in Karma. After all this bad, she knew something good had to come. Then he spoke. He said he knew they were going to be stuck, then asked her if she'd like to hear tales. "Yes, yes I would. I've acatually never heard tales or legends before. Perhaps you know some?" she asked, now keen on hearing them. It was an interesting way to pass the time. --------------------------- 240 words, sorry XD I like the new post. What font is that, if you don't mind?
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Post by lady shady on Aug 15, 2011 1:51:56 GMT -5
BONAPARTE
Bon settled back, cocking a hind leg, and prepared to tell the tale. In his mind, he sifted through the collection of stories he had grown up with, trying to find one that would fit. He looked shyly at her out of the corner of his eye. A tale of a warrior and a mare? No, that would not do. The story of Preca and his herd of jet-black mares? No, not quite that either. He glanced around, trying to find something to hold on to, something that would give him a hint of what tale to tell. He was unsuccessful in his hunt, however, so he resumed his mental sorting. Finally, he decided on an old favorite, one he knew well from repetition. Inhaling softly, he began his tale:
"Once, long ago, when Forma Silvestris was not yet an island, but connected to the great land, there lived a lonely mare. She was constantly surrounded by her large herd, but still, she felt alone. Her name was Frey. She was a red and white mare, mostly snowy, with patches of reddish chestnut splashed across her body. Her skin, which could be easily seen through her thin coat, was a rosy pink. Some said she was beautiful, others thought her appearance was strange. Though she was lonely, Frey herself was not vain, and accepted her unusual appearance for what it was. Now Frey had a mate in the lead stallion, but his presence did not comfort her. She was by no means his favorite mare in the harem, and she often watched longingly as he would nuzzle the other mares. She longed for security and peace. Even her own foals could not bring her joy. Frey was deeply disturbed by her inability to feel anything. Every day, she was with her family, but every day, she felt more and more solitary. One wintry day, a steel gray stag appeared from the woods. He was much larger than any horse she had ever seen, built tall with bulging muscles jutting from his shoulders like boulders perched on a cliff. He trailed Frey's family for days, circling, watching the mares, driving the head stallion insane with jealousy. This stag seemed insistent on getting to the herd, and the lead stag foolishly declared a battle. He was defeated easily, but for a prize, the gray stag only took one thing. He made his way through the herd to Frey. He said not a word to her, but cut her out from the others and pulled her away. He never spoke a word to her, though she began to speak to him quite often. First in mild fear, for she did not know who he was or why he had taken her. Soon though, she grew to love her captor. He treated her with more attention than her previous mate had. He never made another raid for more mares, they simply wandered together in the direction of the west shore. For the first time, Frey was happy. She was not alone. This stag was by her side. The pair made their way westward with every passing day. Finally, when they had reached the lands of the west, they came upon a beautiful meadow. A large river ran through it, feeding all of the vegetation. The wildflowers' scent was so fragrant that it was almost intoxicating. Here, the two horses stopped. They would have been happy here but for one thing: Frey was with foal, and the burden of the huge stag's offspring proved too much for her body. Her legs could no longer support her weight, and so she lay in the meadow, a few paces away from the river, awaiting her fate. Her mate was very worried about her; he paced up and down the meadow feeling that it was his fault. While he was at the far end of the field, Frey began to give birth. He rushed to her side, trying his best to comfort her. Hours later, a large colt was born. But as he wriggled to life, Frey's own life slipped away. Overcome by grief, the stag stood over his beloved, pillars surrounding her, protecting his gem. The colt was left to fend for himself. Over time, it was said, the stallion who never moved began to swell in size and become rooted in the earth. It was a gradual transformation, but by the end of the day, he had become a mountain, and the mare a patchwork of gems underneath him, within him. They slumbered on together, the dead mortal mare and her shape-shifting mate, a mountain on the edge of a meadow. Their colt found himself alone, and eventually, he was taken up by a passing herd. He never knew his parents, but if one cares to discover them, one needs only to visit the lands of the west, where it is said that the cave and the gems still rest, together forever at the edge of the meadow."
Bon's voice softened as he ended the story, coming back to the cave where they were trapped and remembering where he was. As he had spoken, he had felt like he was back home, amongst his herd mates, settling down for a short story before slumber. Exhaling slowly, he turned to Tari, wondering if she thought his strange for placing so much value in the old stories.
--behind the post-- 907 words story made up on the spur of the moment, inspired by Abba's and my current thread in the west lands (our horses are also caught in a cave, and they've discovered a crystal-encrusted cavern) and it's actually not a specific font; it's just me typing in all caps, making the first letter size 5 text and the rest of them size 4 (: [/size]
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Post by Clippy on Aug 16, 2011 9:07:40 GMT -5
Tari [/b][/size] Tari listened in intently, and soon, she felt like she was inthe story. She was standin gin that sam herd, watching this poor reddish-chestnut-spotted mare. She felt all the feelings that she felt: lonely, uncared for, saddened, possibly with a bit of angry. She'd felt it all before. She was right along with her, of course, without the foals.. Then, she got to see the brutal fight. The bigm grey stag defeating that horrible lead very quickly. Him cutting though, only picking out the spotted mare. She followed the pair, so it seemed, as they traveled. Following the duo, watching the love grow between them. When the mare gave birth, and died, she could feel the stallion's pain. How he stood, weeping, grieving. How his hooves rooted, and he never moved, becoming hard as stone. She could feel it all. When she came back to reality, it was almost a suprise. She rocked on her feet, staying silent for a moment. "You do tell a good story." she smiled, looking at him. "Now, I do not know any stories, but I could make one up, if you wish?" she asked, trying not to make him do all the talking. --------------------- Who knows how many words...not as much as you? No song... Hmm, I'll have to think up a story..
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