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Post by admin account on Jun 13, 2011 22:42:10 GMT -5
Panic
Panic had stood there almost pointlessly for some while. The
sun now hung not nearly as high as when he last stood in a clearing
awaiting a stranger. The cool breezes did not comfort his stolid body.
Nothing wondered through his mind, he was completely in focus on
the bank of trees in front of him. His ears picked up the unforgettable beat
of hooves at a quickened pace, thumping across his soft terra.
He lowered his head and sharpened his gaze on the forest ahead,
not moving save for a few blinks. But what emerged from the shaded
forest was something new. Highly unexpected. Panic watched the
golden body of liquid volt out. It danced closer, the almost blinding
shine of silver captivating him further. He stared dumbfoundedly as the
shape moved. So care free, it might have moved right through him like
a beautiful apparition. It reached out, touching the ground ever so
slightly to cast it forward, propelling and pulsing with the breeze.
But this isn't new, he thought. His attention was returned when the
gold figure noticed him and grinded to a halt. He blinked at the grey
eyes looking back at him. His brain relapsed.
"Who are you?" He said quietly. 206 words |
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Post by deadethh on Jun 13, 2011 23:49:44 GMT -5
Morganstern:.Morning Star Mora regarded the stallion silently for a moment, looking for any of the familiar signs of a threat. Perceiving none for the moment, she let out a soft nicker in greeting, tossing her head and causing her forelock to fall over one eye. She was aware of his eyes on her. Was he assessing her as a threat just as she had done to him mere seconds ago? "My given name is Morganstern. However, I go by Mora. And you are?" she asked, swishing her tail. She waited for his answer, her grey eyes shining brightly with curiosity. Her ears flicked towards his direction, listening for his reply. She kept her head held high and a light breeze came through. It seemed to play with her long mane, picking up the lighter ends and sending them flying all around her. |
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Post by admin account on Jun 14, 2011 0:06:49 GMT -5
Panic
He stag tilted his muzzle down and relaxed his stance. His
ears pricked upwards. Her eyes held his, and for a moment he
wished his own weren't so dark and menacing. Panic shook his
head and twitched a crooked smile. He saw something in her.
He nickered, feeling odd for tacking so long to answer the simple
question. "I'm Panic," he merely said. Which then surprised him
slightly. To any other he would have proudly proclaimed himself to
be the grand leader of this land. The immortal alpha, the war
monger, the death bringer.
For some reason that he couldn't shake. He felt she knew this. She
had watched him. And it was she who had been by his side.
"Rasta..." he thought. The thought made his expression harden.
"And you have no protection of a herd?" He asked, much for
businesslike. 145 words |
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Post by deadethh on Jun 14, 2011 0:29:13 GMT -5
Morganstern:.Morning Star Mora dipped her head in a small but graceful bow of acknowledgment once he'd spoken. She continued to watch him in silence, meeting his dark eyes with her own. They were black as night, giving them a scary appearance of sorts. At least, they might be intimidating to another horse. But not this mare. They were oddly familiar, and she realized that he had the same eyes that her father had had when he was alive. But his... his were different from her father's in a few ways. They had a strange sense of agelessness. And there was something dark hidden within them; not the actual color, but an actual darkness. It was oddly mesmerizing. After coming to that last conclusion she shuddered, just barely noticeable and it looked as if she might be shaking off a fly. Then she remembered that he was still looking at her and noticing the crooked smile on his face, she gave him a small smile in return, flicking her tail again. Her smile vanished and she tensed as his expression changed, becoming surprisingly serious. "What is that about?" she wondered to herself, watching him warily. His question caught her off-guard and it took her a second to answer. "No, I do not" she answered, matching his business-like tone. |
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Post by admin account on Jun 14, 2011 11:14:38 GMT -5
Panic
His body froze as he compressed his emotions. He forced
unwanted memories further back in his mind. She's alone, he
thought. Just like me. His mind shuttered. But I have a home, a
place to protect. He looked around them at the trees and his
spirit fell further as the breeze flew through with a hollow mournful sound.
To protect a crumbling kingdom, he though.
"Mora," he spoke softly again, as if to a lover. He hardened
again, his heart sunken. "Mind your safety, a young maiden
shouldn't be alone." He then tried with what little energy he had
left to pry himself from her beautiful eyes.
"I must continue my patrol." he said firmly and walked past her
stiffly and regretfully into the shade of the forest. 130 words |
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Post by deadethh on Jun 14, 2011 12:21:12 GMT -5
Morganstern:.Morning Star Mora watched the stallion curiously. She had been trained at a young age to be able to accurately read people; to find, and at the time target, any weakness, as well as to read their emotions. She was adept in the skill and she evaluated him almost critically, merely out of habit. He stood solidly, unmoving as if he was merely a life-sized, breathing statue. From what she could tell, he seemed to be struggling with something internally, but with what exactly, she did not know. That managed to spark her curiosity, but she dared not ask the stag what seemed to be troubling him. That was his business. It was her turn to freeze, however, when he spoke her name. She regarded him with her grey orbs, shifting her weight as she stood there. The warning in his next words did not concern her much, but only managed to fuel the flames to her burning curiosity even more. "I will" she said in a quiet voice, flicking her tail as he walked past her in the direction that she'd already come from. With a quiet sigh she took off in her own direction, starting off at a steady trot. She made it a few paces before coming to a halt. There the mare stood, a lone figure silhouetted atop the apex of a small grassy knoll, the sun casting a golden corona around her shadowed figure, and she looked back towards the trees, watching the dark stag disappear into the shadows. [/size] |
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Post by admin account on Jun 14, 2011 17:15:19 GMT -5
Panic
So the stallion marched onward. Nothing was worth the time anymore. His energy and passion had been taken. The breeze picked up a few strands of his matted mane and tousled the forelock out of his face. Then the coolness was gone again, slipping past him and moving back towards the meadow where he had met the past.
Panic lowered his mighty head, tired of holding up so high for no reason. He walked on ward, occasionally sniffing and decoding the scents in the air.
His black eyes closed... 89 words |
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Post by deadethh on Jun 14, 2011 17:44:31 GMT -5
Morganstern:.Morning Star Mora looked at the landscape surrounding her, her ears swiveling to pick up the familiar sounds of the forest. She turned in a small circle, looking every which way to find a direction to travel in. The faint sound of a babbling brook could be heard, and she decided to head towards it. She turned in that direction, and putting one foot in front of the other, she made her way towards the sound, leaving the meadow behind and entering the trees once again. The noise grew louder as she grew nearer, and pretty soon a small stream came into view as it meandered between the trunks of the forest pillars. The mare looked around for a second before lowering her velvet muzzle to the cool water for a drink. |
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