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Post by erosaf on Sept 12, 2010 16:09:23 GMT 8
Kiersah The fallen prince moved through the valleys, seeking a home that was like the one he had lived in with his old family pack. He knew that there was a very small chance of any of these over ruling horses allowling it, but he had seen other packs of wolves interacting easily with the horses. Maybe it would be possible for him after all?
He knew that there were others in his families pack who had fled from the new leader, his sisters, and one of his brothers. He paused to drink from one of the rivers before waiting for a stallion to come and talk to him...
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 12, 2010 22:03:16 GMT 8
It was sunset, the sky darkening to a violet color instead of the bright purple hue that it usually was. He was standing with the loves of his life: Freier Geist, Omeya, and Quiet Whisper. One of them would rule with him. It was such a peaceful evening in Forest of Mysteries. Fantasma was keeping his harks perked for any stallions or evil doers that might be lurking within the bushes. The forest was quite an excellent place for others to hide except when he was there. Fantasma knew his land better than anyone could hope to.
There is someone here he thought as he heard rustling in the bushes and then the lapping of water. A wolf? he thought, trotting toward the source. Perhaps they were passing through, or maybe they wished for a place to live. Fantasma hoped with all his heart that he wouldn't have to fight anyone on this night. The ebony alicorn walked up to him, looking to him head on. "Greetings, wolf. I am Fantasma, the king. Can I help you with something?" he asked, studying the wolf's movements and actions. Wolves seemed to do certain things before they attacked, and this one didn't seem like he wanted to.
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Post by erosaf on Sept 20, 2010 7:03:51 GMT 8
"Greetings Fantasma. Kiersah is my calling, king of this land." He was always polite it was the way he was. A fallen prince indeed, and it showed in his own words. Though how he was going to live now, no one really knew.
"I seek a home of my own, and though this one seemed to interest me, I knew that I would have to seek you out. After all, I have learnt in my wanderings that there are those here who own the lands, who must be asked for a home that is wanted by the seeker."
The tall wolf sighed. "I guess that is what I am asking you for."
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 3, 2010 5:39:29 GMT 8
The ebony stag smiled down to the wolf, Kiersah, glad another would be joining in. "You are welcome to stay, Kiersah," he replied, looking to the sunset. There was something Fantasma had wanted to tell him, but things didn't seem to matter now. The skies, as they always did captivated him. Whoever looked at them for too long, was somehow drawn into a beautiful cave that he had discovered on his first day...after staring into the purple hued sky for hours on end.
"There is one thing, though," he said, his seriousness coming back to him as he began to speak of business. "You cannot cause harm to Quiet Whisper, Freier Geist, Omeya, Ashia Nekana, Ashia's foal, Nightshade, Hemlock, nor Melody," he said, stating the names of all the beauties, young and old that thrived in his lands. "Any more that come, you cannot harm. To any of them you can speak to and even play with," he said, lightening up the mood that was set by his concerns. The horse-wolf treaty had come upon them all, and Fantasma was sure that Kiersah would respect it.
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Post by erosaf on Oct 4, 2010 8:18:43 GMT 8
"There were horses who lived in the area that my old pack ran in. I was freinds with many of them and would never have harmed them, unless by accident while playing as a pup with a few of the foals. It was more me that got hurt in those games. None of your herd need fear me." He chuckled at the memories of those old times. Then he thought for a moment. "Wait a second... what does Freier Geist look like?" Could she be one of the foals he had once played with, now all grown up as was he? "Her name is one from my memory."
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 5, 2010 4:28:58 GMT 8
The blue pools of the sky which shone within the king's crown lit up like a fire work exploding. A slight smile came over him as he thought about how he could possibly describe Freier Geist with simple words. Only thoughts, pure emotion could describe her. For a moment, he glimpsed over to where she had been standing a while ago. It seemed as if she'd found elsewhere to graze, so he would have to tell Kierash how beautiful she was and wonderful.
Fantasma inhaled, but as soon as he did, the words escaped him. Still he would attempt. His words could do her no justice though. "Freier Geist is a beautiful pegasus unicorn cross fae. Her pelt is the hue of the sweet bark upon an oak tree. The feathers upon her wings are flames of the brightest fire. The voice of hers is music to my ears, with it's sweet, high pitched song," he said, almost in a trance as he spoke of her. "You know her, I suppose?" he asked, hoping that she would have one more friend to be with.
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Post by erosaf on Oct 5, 2010 6:22:09 GMT 8
The fae they were talking about hung in the air, knowing this was somewhere she liked to be. Then she spotted Fantasma, diving towards him, knowing there was something she wished to ask of him. Then she stopped, spotting the huge male wolf talking to her king. "Yes that indeed sounds like her," the wolf said and she gasped, landing quickly near her stallion, eyeing the wolf's pelt. "Kiersah?" she asked in disbelief. He barked in surprise. "It is you!"
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 18, 2010 5:58:25 GMT 8
Fantasma smiled as they were reunited at last; it was always wonderful to see someone you had not seen in a long time. There would not be a friend from his past coming. If anything, there would be enemies. That seemed to be the only thing that he had made in the past. Soon, there would be more allies and friends to help keep peace. Another war was coming, the king felt. This time, hopefully it would not extend to The Secret Valley. It always did, but they would at least be in peace for a while.
"I am glad you two will get to see each other again," he said, nuzzling the earth hued fae's shoulder gently. "Kiersah has decided to live here, with us," Fantasma said. It was good news, great, actually. If more wolves came, the king would elect a leader of them all. Until that happened, the large male before them could lead. Even though Fantasma would fight to defend the lands if he had to, having wolves around could not hurt matters if a battle did come.
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Post by erosaf on Oct 18, 2010 6:13:42 GMT 8
The wolf was certainly pleased to see his old freind. "You've definately changed over the years, my freind." "As have you, Kiersah. But what in the world are you doing away from the pack you were born and trained to lead?" "Another older male challenged my father. I was exiled by the new leader." "Oh."
Then Kiersah turned his head towards the trees. Another wolf came out, she was pure white in colour. "My apologies for intruding, Fantasma, fae, Kiersah, I am Ailio, leader of the wolves of Snowy River Forest. I was sent here to speak with you, Fanstasma."
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 18, 2010 6:31:07 GMT 8
Fantasma heard the slow padding of paws within the fallen leaves in his forest. Everything could he hear - every footfall, every wing beat. It had become his best ally to tell when danger was near. This time, it had said that there was no danger, for the native creatures that stayed in the land were not aroused in any way by the traveler. Many from evil lands escaped by passing through, but this one was here for a mission he felt.
The king turned his ebony crown to face the pallid wolf fae as she approached. Fantasma knew who resided within the lands of Snowy River Forest - Thowra. Although he had never met him in reality, he had heard many things of the hellion who owned the forest land. "Is there news from Thowra, Ailio?" he asked, wondering if there was an update on the situation of Blade. His herd was not directly involved, and he did not want it to be.
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Post by erosaf on Oct 18, 2010 6:41:38 GMT 8
"There is. Thowra has found that the time has come for Blade to fall, and he is calling a meeting for those who are interested in knowing what will happen. He is seeking to warn his freinds of what could happen should Blade kill him, basically. He is not looking for fighters though, for it shall be only he and Blade who fight." The wolf sighed as she thought about that. "He doubts though that Blade will not have others fighting on his side though, his younger brother was never one to play by the rules. at Vandin, the freinds and allies of Thowra are gathering, be they horse or wolf."
Kiersah growled. He did not like the sound of this. He himself would go there to see what was going on. a fight was something that he would be in though if it was permitted. He was... no coward.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 18, 2010 7:07:59 GMT 8
Fantasma nodded as he heard of the battle...again. Lots of rumors had been going around about it, but he could tell that what Ailio was saying was true. She was from Snowy River Forest, so she could be trusted. "Yes," he said, with a pause in his words afterward. "I will go to the meeting. I must warn you. A group of horses are planning to go to Blade's lands and kill him after the battle if Thowra is not successful," said Fantasma. Candra was the leader of the group, and Fantasma would join it if he had to.
The ebony stag looked to the horizon and then back to the earth hued fae. He wondered for a moment why she had chosen to come and speak with him at the time Kiersah had come. "Was there something you'd like to speak with me about, Freier Geist?" he asked, hoping nothing had gone wrong in the lands. Fantasma hoped the skies had not been too cold for her and that the other mares had been kind to her.
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Post by erosaf on Oct 18, 2010 12:36:44 GMT 8
"I shall tell him of that. I am sure Thowra would be interested to hear of that. Though beware the white hellion. Blade is not alone." The wolf smiled and then turned and left once more.
The brown mare looked over at her stallion. "There was. I seek a foal of my own, Fantasma."
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 19, 2010 4:03:44 GMT 8
The ebony Alicorn king smiled graciously at his beautiful fae as she asked her simple question. It meant everything in the world to him, and he had expected some of his faes to ask this year. Most were fairly young, so he would never have asked them himself. To her light hued eyes he looked, his shining with hope and compassion. There would be a second heir of his to be born into the forest lands. Soon, a queen would be chosen, although, he did not know who the lucky fae would be yet. Some thinking would have to go into the decision. "I would be honored to give you a foal," he said softly, gently brushing her cheek with his ebony nose.
Fantasma had one already, a colt. Nightshade, one of his wandering mares, had named him Hemlock. The problems that his son had been having worried him. A fae named Melody, had fallen for him, as he had fallen for her. They were in love. Every love had it's complications though, and that one was no different. It had been over a year since he had been born though, and it was another spring, a new time for life. Freier Geist would be a wonderful mother, he knew. Excited to see there foal already, he wondered where she wanted to go - to the glade or to stay in their beautiful lands.
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