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Post by otho on Sept 28, 2010 7:36:50 GMT 8
Pandora
I flicked my tail, a dark brown, a bit, brushing away the fruit flies that were bothering me.
I stood on the center of the island, my black mane wet and darker than usual from my swim down the river.
A grey mask covered most of my face. Three white socks adorned my legs, while the fourth, my right foreleg, had a black stocking. The rest of my body was a beautiful array of sand tan, black, white and grey spots.
My eyes, bright blue and full of my natural curiosity, slid over the terrain, taking in the groves of willows. I myself, stood at the center of a close grown group of them, where the shade dominated, and the branches were at most a foot above my small head.
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Post by erosaf on Sept 28, 2010 20:04:09 GMT 8
Blade
Beauty and evil, not something mix, son of the devil, who knows many tricks. The hooves carried the deceitfully handsome stallion through the river glades. He knew that there were going to be many who were interested in seeing if he would claim them. Few though were above the usual dirt that many were. It was those gems that he sort. Those gems would be the ones to carry his foals, anyone else would be purely a slave to him.
He moved through the glades, eyes watching for the alone, unsuspecting mare. Huge he was, and occasionally his hooves killed the unsuspecting rabbit emerging from its burrow. He cared not for the lowly animals. They were below his compassion.
Blood red his body was hued, with an attractive dappling to his sides. His mane and tail were white flames, a rarity in hellions. Spotting the unexpected unusally hued mare, he moved towards her. The game of deciet would be the first to happen, for now he'd seen her, she was his.
"Greetings, fae." Like any other, his voice was filled with a gentle, kindness. Like hell he was really kind, it was mainly a trap for him to lure them in.
Wisdom and might, courage and spirit, comes the stallion, of evils plight.
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Post by otho on Sept 28, 2010 21:22:32 GMT 8
Pandora
I contemplated the one before me, his blood hued coat shining even within the shades of this place. His hooves were bloody as well, true blood instead of simply the color. No doubt he had killed or hurt something recently.
"Greetings, stag," I said, bowing to him, my grey mask innocent looking. "I am known as Pandora. Tell me, what is your calling?" I asked of him, looking him in the eye. My own, brightest orbs of blue were curious, led on by his pleasant voice and looks.
There was no one else here, and I couldn't help but think that perhaps we were meant to be together. Still, something tugged at my heart, telling me to listen. It was the voice of my name, Pandora. A human of legend who had opened a box when she had been warned not to, and in doing the deed, released all terrible things from it.
Still, she had closed the box in time to keep hope inside...
I doubted that it would happen to me, for though four times, my mother had been offered to be made queen, and her own name's voice urged her to accept, four times she also denied the call.
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Post by erosaf on Sept 29, 2010 15:38:48 GMT 8
Blade Beauty and evil, not something mix, son of the devil, who knows many tricks. He smiled, looking her over. Such a pretty fae, sadly to say she would be naught but a slave to him. Perhaps a foal she might get, but she would have to beg if she wanted it to see a new dawn. He had no heart for half blooded hellion horses, nor the scum that had not even a drop of hellion blood. They were below him, and no one else would see him in another light.
She would learn eventually not to press him for things that she wanted. For rarely would she get them. He knew though that he would have to trap her in his home in the Valley before she would see the truth about him. A thing that would be really easy, considering that mares seemed drawn to him.
"I am Blade, Pandora." He smiled a little, showing that same kindness that he used as a bait. The net was already cast when he left his home to find mares, for his bodies beauty was the bait. Now all that was needed was to reel in his prey, which of course was the unexpecting mares around in the other lands.Wisdom and might, courage and spirit, comes the stallion, of evils plight.
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Post by otho on Sept 30, 2010 7:47:26 GMT 8
Pandora
I nodded, then looked around, listening to something. The birds were quiet. Perhaps I should reconsider things, but the die had already been cast. Whether by fell fates, or by my own curiosity, I couldn't be sure. "What is your land like, Blade?" I asked him sweetly, coming closer to him, my grey mask interested. An expression I often wore. One that fit my features with the clear innocence born to few, and often taken, all too soon.
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Post by erosaf on Sept 30, 2010 8:09:34 GMT 8
"I come from the Misty Mountains, a valley terra with a few mountains in it. The climate is warm, like halfway in between the temperatures of a desert and a forest... A mixture of both apparently or so I am told."
he smiled, knowing that she was well and truly trapped now. "Would you like to see it?"
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Post by otho on Sept 30, 2010 8:13:50 GMT 8
Pandora
I considered his words with an expression of complete interest. A valley land? I had grown up within the desert, with the hot sands always beneath my feet. I much preferred the cool touch of grass against my skin.
"Yes, yes I would, Blade." I said finally. Oh what fun! To see a different type of land! It was always exciting to see something new, and this was going to be a great adventure for me!
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Post by erosaf on Oct 1, 2010 16:08:58 GMT 8
end thread
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