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Post by erosaf on Aug 24, 2010 18:03:43 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 most swift of horses moved through the trees. For once his hellion ancestry was completely hidden from sight. It was he who moved silently through the tree covered ridges to where he could see a younger stallion pacing about in the new land. The horse would not even know he was there, until he moved out of the trees on silent hooves.
Cream was the approaching stallions coat, his mane and tail sparkled silver in the light dawn. Upon first seeing the handsome other stallion in the clearing, Thowra could tell that this horse was built more for speed than strength, but he knew that appearences could be decieving. Right now, Thowra had no flames to his mane and tail, and yet he was pure hellion. A little shocking for anyone who had never met him.
"Greetings, new king of Ciera. I am Thowra. I came to speak with you about something." He smiled, knowing that there were things that the new stallion needed to know, before Blade came here. same went for Exile. He wanted to stake his claim on many horses, but would the hellion's be interested in a normal horse? They had in Thowra. And yet look how that turned out? He was pure hellion of all things.
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 .:Phantom:. on Aug 25, 2010 0:32:09 GMT 8
Kiam was sipping the crystal clear water when the scent of another carried itself through his nostrils. There was no cry of challenge or attacking so far, so it seemed at least slightly safe. Before anything went wrong, he would introduce himself to the stag that was hiding somewhere in his lands. This is so strange...I cannot hear him nor see him he thought. The sabino stag believed that he must be hallucinating now, for nothing indicated the presence of another until he actually appeared. Slightly stunned, Kiam walked up to the stag.
He was hued darker cream, which the stag had only met a few of. The stag was large in stature, like a hellion, but no flames accompanied him. Kiam looked to the other stag's silver mane and tail, wondering things, wondering why he was there. Perhaps it was an alliance. Although he hoped for a fighting alliance, he would not trade his mares with any stag.
"Greetings, Thowra. I am Kiambu, but everyone I've ever met has called me Kiam," he said, his tenor vocals floating over the words. The stag seemed not a threat, so Kiam let his guard down slightly, nodding to Thowra as he said there were things to talk about. Of course, there were problems of every group of lands. In every bunch of good lands, there was always one hint of evil that ruined it. Thowra must be here to explain that now.
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Post by erosaf on Aug 25, 2010 10:25:11 GMT 8
"I know it likely is a surprise for you not to be able to know where i came from in your lands. I move that way because of the constant threat to my lands. Not to mention some stallions would turn and fight me if they knew i was coming because I am such a rare colour among the wild horses."
Thowra chuckled though. He knew that was something he was constantly looking out for when it came to other horses.
"I also know that I have the build of the hellion horses, and in truth I am one. I am though one of the nicer hellions here. My flames though hidden are still there in my mind. I have more control than most other hellions. A hellion with a mind and care for others like me is indeed a rare thing. Only those who run in my land that are pure hellion seem to have that trait, unfortunately."
he smiled though and there were no fangs in his mouth to hide, just normal horse's teeth. "However, even in my family there is one who you should look out for. He is coloured blood chestnut and is a pure hellion like me. His name is Blade, though I know that he has gone by other ones. Then she talks he tries to weave a spell to mesmerise those he wants to agree to whatever he wants. I am immune to him, because I know of his tricks. You should keep that in mind for what mares you might bring to Ciera. "
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