A New Life

[running123]

The sky was dark with snowclouds looming over head. The ebony stag walked slowly through the high grass. His dark body was just a shadow traveling the dark gloomy land. Small white specks began to plummet from the sky, as it got colder and the clouds got heavier. His head low to the ground sniffing for anything that might insterest him. The stallion was alone and cold. His long tail swayed as he walked along. He stopped when he found a place to graze. His velvet soft lips hid the flat teeth that cut through the grass with ease. Darker and darker the sky grew, the snowflakes grew larger and started to settle on the ground. His large black ears flicked back and forth catching the sounds that the slight winter wind blew through the tall grass. It swayed and then layed flat as the wind grew harsher.

Devonwall

[aPPY]

anniston

A golden figure flashes through the grasses, the long tendrils pulling at her limbs. Her legs were still wet from the lake, the water making her legs cold as her hooves sunk into the snow. She didn't mind the cold, not as much as some of her species seemed to. It left the world in a blanket of white, temperature dropping so low that everything that had been given life in the Spring months now died, ready to bloom again with new life. She didn't mind it at all. It killed off the weak as well, or the foolish, those creature who chose to do stupid things and got themselves caught in bad situation, or just could not survive in the extreme weather. Life was only for the strongest, she believed, and if one could now suffer through a cold Winter, they did not deserve to see the beauty of rebirth in the Spring. Though, one might say that this golden creature was somewhat... inclined to think the worst of people, and not seeing a spindly, helpless creature, shivering in the cold as anything but weak; where someone else might feel pity, looking deeper and seeing the false personalities underneath. No. You must fight your way through life, never stopping to help one who cannot help themselves, for if you did... Would they ever learn to do it themselves? Life was for the strong, not the needy and helpless.

Even with these thoughts, one might think that the golden creature would be of better use elsewhere; down in the East, perhaps? Fighting alongside the strongest of them all? Oh no, she wouldn't be caught among that foolishness unless it was to strike down the brute who thought himself so high and mighty. She had originated in those lands, actually, brought up under the rein of the Great Ramaskith, and she did not favor that position, fleeing as soon as the though stuck into her mind. She would be more likely to fight against him though, alongside this mare and stallion she did not know a word of, other than the names they were given and the shade of their pelts. But what did it matter? What were they fighting for? Land? Freedom? It was unclear to her, but that seemed to be the gist. If she were asked to join the battle, she probably would, even if just to bash some heads in. If not, she would probably wander along the sidelines, as she did now, killing those warrior brutes if they should cross her path; especially this time of year, when they would be looking to have a little fun to alieviate the stress of battle. She could soften that stress alright, for all eternity while they went where ever it was those simple-minded souls ended up after life.

Some would say that the golden mare wasn't friendly; those that knew of her. The mother of such a creature would curse her name, only wanting a simple grandchild to spoil as she got older, but ended up with a spitfire mare with no intent of granting those wishes. A foal meant love; at least in most cases; one thing that the mare refused to dive into like most mare's wished to. A foal meant beng stationary, at least for an extended period of time, while the thing would grow strong enough to keep up and stay out of trouble. Most certainly, a foal was not part of the plan, for it would only be a hinderance. And so, the mother of this mare cursed her, the golden child no longer welcome if she did choose to leave. She didn't care though, this child, for the world was so much bigger than the space she had been confined to for the beginning of her life, and adventure was all the more interesting.

Anniston slowed her forward movement, seeing a black smudge on the horizon. It was quite large, in height it appeared, though it's head was messing with the tall grasses at it's feet. She snorted, ears flickering as she continued forward at a lengthy trot. As she neared she could tell that the creature was of her own, that is, an equine. The smell in the air told her stag and her eyes narrowed slightly. He was larger than her though, she could tell this from the distance she was, knowing that it would be foolish to engage in such... muderous actions, for it would most certainly end badly for herself. And seeing as it was too late to turn and continue on as if she had not noticed this looming ebony creature, she had to only hope that he would be one for conversation, though not overly so; and that he was not a creature of malice, only taking a short break from his wrong doings and set to return to his war-post shortly. She would not be all too pleased if this were the case, possibly attempting such murderous actions despite the cards laid against her, not being able to help herself with the destruction of another mindless brute looming above her as a possibility.

And so, with those thoughts in mind, she arrived closer all too quickly, slowing to a lazy walk as she neared the creature. His build was muscular, obviously from some sort of vigorous training or hard obsession; though she didn't know. "Hello," she said slowly, turning her head to look at his face, searching for some sort of clue as to what kind of animal he was. There were all animals, brutes, with skewed perceptions and handicapped minds.

// 947words
First post with Anni!
Usually first posts aren't this long. :o holy crap.
Don't be intimidated, please D:
I won't be able to keep this up, that's for sure.

[running123]

The large ebony stallion's head flung up at the sound of a voice. Devonwell wasn't used to seeing mares but he wasn't against it either. "Hello" The stallion stood waiting for the mare, her golden pelt stood out in the quickly falling snow, as did he. His tail flicked scratching an itch on his flank. He shook his head, the snow that had settled had flew from his mane and fell fastly to the ground. He studied the mare with intensity as she moved closer. His ears flicked back and forth as the wind grew colder and more bitter. He snorted and the puff of smoke-like cloud flew from his notrils.

//Devonwell
118 words

[aPPY]

anniston

"Hello," the stallion said in reply. Nothing else. Anniston eyed him warily, not sure how to really start a conversation. She hadn't really talked to a whole bunch of people before she left what was once considered home, and most certainly not since. Dark brown eyes were still searching, though she couldn't find anything at the surface that led her to believe that he was exceedingly evil. She decided to ask him outright. "What brings a stag, such as yourself, into these parts?" She asked, staring intently up at him, trying to decipher what his intentions may be. "The war... Or? What?" There, she said it, watching closely to see if the word struck a cord with him at all. Most warriors would not hide their involvement in such an event, thinking that it would impress such a pretty lady as herself; though the ones that found it easier to not mention the war usually weren't skilled enough not to show any emotion when it was mentioned. She would discover where this creature came from, and dispose of him the way she would any other. Warriors may be strong, but they were foolish, and foolish creatures should not deserve to live with the smarter ones.

//215 words
see? shorter xD

[running123]

Ebony ears stuck straight as the mare talked some more. "Nothing, really...." He paused. "just looking for a place to stay for awhile." Devonwell said with a low and gravily voice. His gaze shot to meet the mare's as she mentioned the war, "War...What war?" His courosity was strong and it drove him to ask question such as these, even if his mother had driven it into his head......that it was wrong to do so. He searched the mare for some type of emotion that would lead how she felt about the war. He had no idea what she was talking about and his ears stood intently waiting for her to answer him.

//Devonwell
132 words

[Snowflake Smoky]

You find three wooden piercings sitting on a rock.

[aPPY]

anniston

She laughed, "What war?" The concept that someone could not know about the war now, after it had already begun in the West, just pushed away all thoughts that this creature could have anything to do with it. And then sincerity of the comment was clear and plain, and looking at him, she could tell that he literally, had no idea. "The war that Ramaskith has started once again. Where have you been to not know of this? You act as if you don't know about the first wars either..." She narrowed her eyes, suspicious again. Where could he possibly be from that he did not know about the wars? Certainly, the mention of a war, even if they did not know of the current one, would make them think of the previous attempts on Forma Silvestris by that cruel, thirsty Ramaskith. But this large, ebony creature seemed to be completely lost on the subject. "Where are you from?" she asked, still suspicious.

// 164 words
idk what we should do about the bone piercings. *shrug*