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Post by ôSarafinaô on Aug 5, 2010 12:20:15 GMT 8
Satine cantered into Alaknanda River the place to go where you go went you want to be claimed. Her bucksking dapple coat gleamed in the sunlight, her black mane and tail flowed with the wind that seem to continue as she ran. Satine would go as far as her legs could carry her. After what seemed like a lifetime of running she slowed and finally halted herself, then took a deep breath of the fresh air that smelled like walter but that was what she was close to. She walked over to the river, took a few steps into the cool water, lowered her head and started to drink it. As she drank she kept moving her ears to listen to any dangers that could be close.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 5, 2010 13:58:35 GMT 8
Thowra The king and brother of the wind I was. Everyone knew that I moved without sight nor sound when there were others near that I did not know. I smiled though as I slipped through the forest a silver blur that could not be seen.
Eventually I spotted the buckskin mare and moved towards her silently.
"Greetings, I am Thowra," I said, smiling and bowning my head respectfully.
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Post by ôSarafinaô on Aug 5, 2010 14:38:19 GMT 8
Satine continued to drink the water until she heard something she lifted her head ear forward in alertness. After a few seconds a small deer appeared on the other side of the river, a small smiled as she lowered her head again and started to drink. Then something else caught her attention, a voice. She turned her head around and saw a palomino stallion infront of her, "Ello m'lord, I be Satine."She replied, then bowed her head back to the respect to Thowra.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 6, 2010 6:49:25 GMT 8
OOC: he is cream not palomino Thowra In the darkness of the night, in the fur of the storm, with the silver mark of freedom, the spirit was born. Thowra they named him Thowra, Like the wind, like the wind, that is free, To be king of the bush his destiny.
I smiled as I heard her voice speaking her name. "That is a wonderful name, Satine." he smiled at her, knowing there was not much he could truly offer her that other horses could not. It was not the easiest of things, figuring out who was worth being in the herd and who was not.
So many mares I had passed by towards without them even knowing that I had been there. It was fun though, being able to move without being seen.
In the secret mountain valleys, Through the Mist and ancient trees, runs the ghost-like horse so proudly, silent as the breeze. he's the son of the wind, strong and free, and the king as the king he will be
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Post by ôSarafinaô on Aug 6, 2010 10:46:03 GMT 8
OCC: Oh my bad lol.
Satine
Satine lowered her head for a moment and took a bite of grass, quickly chewing it she swallowed it, "Thank you m'lord. Your name is quiet unique as well." She replied to him, as the wind blew her forlock infront of her eyes. With a quick shake of her head she moved her forlock out of eyes, [m]"So m'lord why have you come to theses lands?[/b]She asked Thowra.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 6, 2010 11:00:28 GMT 8
Thowra In the darkness of the night, in the fur of the storm, with the silver mark of freedom, the spirit was born. Thowra they named him Thowra, Like the wind, like the wind, that is free, To be king of the bush his destiny.
The cream head nodded for a moment as he heard her words. "It rather unique, I agree. My mother Bel bel gave me that name. She said once that i was going to have to be as swift and trackless as the wind. For Thowra means wind." I smiled. "I do not know what language though that is comes from." I thought for a moment. "I simply come this way hoping to add to my herd. I will not force anyone though to join me." I turned my head though knowing that there was a bit of blood on my neck, shoulders and hindquarters. I had just been fighting after all. I had been victorious though, and I knew that was a good thing. It meant that Quiet Whispher would live to see another day. "I apologise about the blood on me, it is not anything to worry about though," I told her.
In the secret mountain valleys, Through the Mist and ancient trees, runs the ghost-like horse so proudly, silent as the breeze. he's the son of the wind, strong and free, and the king as the king he will be.
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Post by ôSarafinaô on Aug 7, 2010 7:36:45 GMT 8
Satine
Satine sighed softly as the stallion described his name, she was surprised to learn that his name meant wind but it did fit him. The way he apporched her without even a sound, except for his hooves that gave him away when he got closer. It seemed that he was here to add to herd, and Satine was looking for someone to let her into a herd, Satine looked over the stallion, she saw cuts that oozed with blood she looked back at to the stallion as he told her not to worry about the cuts, [/b]"I be looking for someone to accept me into a herd."[/b]She replied to the stallion softly.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 20, 2010 15:27:55 GMT 8
ThowraIn the darkness of the night, in the fur of the storm, with the silver mark of freedom, the spirit was born. Thowra they named him Thowra, Like the wind, like the wind, that is free, To be king of the bush his destiny.
He smiled as he heard her words again. "Like you, I do actually seek others for my herd, though I force no one to join me." There was no point in that. Such decisions he thought, should be made by both ends of the bargain. “What sort of a herd do you seek to join?” He would not really offer one a home that would not enjoy living in the forest. “My land is in the forest, Snowy River Forest is its name. It is a wonderful place, very peaceful as well.”
In the secret mountain valleys, Through the Mist and ancient trees, runs the ghost-like horse so proudly, silent as the breeze. he's the son of the wind, strong and free, and the king as the king he will be. BladeBeauty and evil, not something mix, son of the devil, who knows many tricks.
The thud of hooves was the sound that signalled the coming of the blood chestnut hellion. Though the black orbs saw the mare and the cream stallion he did not react at all. Forcer he was, the worst of forcers yet to come to these lands. “Greetings,” he said, smiling as the creamy snorted and looked at him with fierce eyes. “You must be Thowra. Your actions give you away.” His voice seemed kind and poliet, but that was merely a well played game. He knew how to deceive those who did not know him. They would not be able to tell that his words were lies, though. Even this Thowra would be clueless. “And you are?” he asked, looking at the fae, with those fierce black eyes.
Wisdom and might, courage and spirit, comes the stallion, of evils plight.
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