Some of us crash land, some of us eject. When faced with the raw exposure of your heart strings, the strong beating organ in your chest, most run a mile in the other way. I, I apologised with a stammering tongue, my chest heaving with the burden of life's questions. My mind as heavy as rain sodden mane, which was very much the case this afternoon. My long twists of red, were heavy, burdensome as they clung to my thickset neck. The rain was the autumn's cool touch, but felt like needles penetrating my red roan body. I shivered, every fibre of my being cold, icy to the touch. That is what you get, when you decide to up and leave, disappear like a magic act from your life before. It wasn't much life. I was born, I lived in the heralded with my sire and come the age of three winters, I was pushed from the quaint little clearing and thrust into the cold, harsh world. And here I was, with some paintbrush trying in vain attempts to paint my future, with a lot more colour than it was before. |
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
i'd apologise for bleeding on your shirt; {Lights}
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06-23-2015, 04:05 PM
OOC: Let's give this nicey nicey a try xD
06-23-2015, 04:37 PM
Black was exploring the fields just wondering around. When a scent was running through his veins. It was a different smell that he hadnt smelled in a while. He picked up the pace went towards the smell. As he was cresting a hill, he found a figure in the distance. He slowly approached her, not to startle her. He stepped forward showing off his big and dark body to this new mare. He reached his nose out greeting her. Hello m'lady my name is Black Ranger, who may you be?
He was wondering what this mare was looking for. Since she was in the field she may be there looking for a home. He was the King of the Island Resort. It was his paradise with white sands and the sound of crashing waves and seagulls. He looked at the figure before him, examining her and taking her in. She was a little wet thing, he couldnt help but feel bad for this mare. He had a very warm spot for her to warm up if she was interested. He usually didnt be so forward but it looked like she could use some warmth and fast and the only thing he could think of would be by his body. He stood beside her letting her feel his warmth. He wasnt trying to be ignorant just trying to warm her. Wondering what has happened to this mare that she was wet and cold. She must of traveled a ways. He pointed towards the beach. I have a warm spot with lots of sun if you would be interested in going and getting warm?
06-24-2015, 10:29 AM
06-24-2015, 11:50 AM
The memory of coming to the field has simply vanished from her memory. She cannot certainly recall the last time she came here. Maybe it was when she was small and but a filly, back in the days when she was free to roam on her own accord and find her own adventure in the world. It had been a pleasant time for her because she once had everything she wanted – a home, a family, and love. It was a simple life then, Lucrezia remembers, but now it was completely different. She stares off into the distance, watching the rain poor from underneath one of the trees that scatter across the terrain. Lucrezia inhales the scent of the rain and autumn. There is something peaceful about a disaster like today’s weather in the field. It reminds her of a home she once knew, despite all of its dark shadows and horror stories it had been a peaceful place. But the Chamber is no longer her home and neither is the family that once claimed her really her family. Lucrezia must forget and make amends for what she no longer has. The winged mare steps forward, her nutmeg eyes causally crossing over to a group that seems to be newly gathering together. She has always been a curious individual so it is not out of her character to find herself coming towards the group. After all, Lucrezia is here to find others and offer them a home (more than a home if they so want). It was her duty after all as a diplomatic of the sandy kingdom. And truly it was engrained in her mind to serve and obey her kingdom – that was the way of the Chamber and she knows nothing else except to sacrifice herself for the greater good of the kingdom no matter how selfish it may be. “Hello everyone,” she says with a soft smile touching her thin lips, “Quite the rainy day to meet and greet others, isn’t it?” Causal conversations were always the key opener Rodrik, her father, told her once. It was also important to acknowledge those others around you, so she does not forget to meet the others gaze and giving them a nod of greeting. Her eyes stay more on the Queen of the Jungle – she knows about the Jungle but truly never visited there as a child. It was a sacred land from the way her father used to talk about. It was his birth home and she knows many stories about her aunt, uncle, and grandparents that lived there. Maybe she would visit there soon but now wasn’t the time to plan her next adventure. She turns her gaze back to the red roan mare. “I am Lucrezia.” A name that mean nothing really, but maybe someday it would. Lucrezia
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06-24-2015, 12:15 PM
fiasko
She’s not sure what made her decide to come to the field during such horrible weather. As she walks over the border into the herdless territory, the wind and rain hurls itself against her body, soaking her down to the bone. It’s freezing and it makes her want to turn around, but considering she made the trip here she think she might as well wait it out. She should at least make some attempt to recruit - the Gates is, as always, in desperate need of new members. Unfortunately though it seems that many other horses have decided to take shelter rather than wait it out. The territory seems oddly empty today, or at least far more empty than the last time she was here. She’s struck by an errant thought as she walks - it’s funny actually how things have changed since her last trip here. Then she had still been a diplomat. Now she is a queen, and pregnant to boot. Not that being queen is overly impressive when you are a ruler of a kingdom of five horses, including yourself and your co-ruler. She’s considering finally giving up when a gathering of horses catches her eye. Such a large group means that it’s unlikely she’d be able to recruit the horse their targeting, but she might as well check it out. Even if the horse is not interested in coming with her, she might at least be able to glean some small amounts of information from the horses trying to recruit her. She is so woefully uninformed. The closer she grows the more interested in the party she becomes. They all seem to be centred about a massive red mare who, like Fiasko, is completely soaked from the rain. And the horses that have approached her are certainly peaking her interest. There’s a scarred black stallion, a pretty grey mare, a paler mare with a set of splendid wings sprouting out of her shoulders and finally, a mare covered in tattoos of flame. She knows who the last one must be - she’s heard the stories. Scorch, the Amazon Khaleesi. She sidles up behind the group, then steps forward so that she’s more visible. Once doing such a thing would have terrified her - having to show the ruined mess that is her face to such a large group of horses would have been one of her worst nightmares. But now she only has a small twinge of nerves before she speaks. Who cares if they are shocked by her face? She has friends that do not care. And she has Jason, and he thinks she’s beautiful. “Quite the gathering here!” She smiles, though it is twisted slightly by her scars. “I’m Fiasko. Queen of the Gates.” It’s the first time she’s ever used her title while introducing herself and it feels more than a little odd. But with another queen here it would seem dishonest to omit it. i'm still waiting for the world to end
06-24-2015, 01:29 PM
06-24-2015, 05:25 PM
Sorry im at work so i cant do my html
Star started to leave the crowded she mever believed in crowding someone for them to join. She has offered this mare a warm place to sleep and live. They had plenty space for her and was always welcoming more members. She started walking back towards Gemstone Ridge there was only a ridge seperating her kingdom and the fields. She could smell her home. He loved ber kingdom it was perfect for her. The dappled grey picked up the pace and galloped towards home. "If you choose Gemstone Ridge we would welcome you, but its your choice who you pick" | |
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