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Post by Kanchana on Feb 7, 2010 12:41:24 GMT 8
Ashton My glossy black head lifted as my hooves met the ground with long even strides.The land known as Vandin, or the land of meeting as the name ment. It was about time I got to meet with my brothers again, and meet the newest stallions of the lands. It had been a good few months since I had seen another stallion. My thoughts wondered to my neighbours, Ashwin, Surreal, Sundara, Thowra...and the list continued as I wondered how they faired in there lands. These human attacks were coming more and more often now. I was, if asked, the king of all lands. The bringer of peace and any mare could trust me, young pure colts looked up to me, wanting to be me. But I just was myself, everything else I was given. With the help of my closer brothers, Sundara, Ashwin and Surreal we tried to keep peace in the lands, and chase fears from the hearts. My thickly muscled chest pushed though the tall grasses, towards the center of these lands. I sighed, wishing my queen, Eleven, was here but she was to stay home looking after the lands and waiting for my return. I paused for a moment, my ears flicking for the sounds of another but there was nothing to hear. Other then the sounds of natural beauty that was. My front hooves left the ground neatly as I reared, calling to them all. " Come, my brothers, we shall talk," I called, knowing that they would all hear. It was time to see what was happening in each others lands, make alliances and for those stallions without a home they might find one. OOC: Rules are simple. If you have a stallion come and post....and something will happen Ummm no mares, sorry, just because... Try and get at least 150 words to a post.....unless your really dying...*glares* And try not to kill each other..... And Roselew ur vampire mare can come in cause she owns land (only mare that does) Awesome ^^ *huggles self* yayyy 371 words without muse *dances*
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Post by erosaf on Feb 7, 2010 15:18:39 GMT 8
Old Thowra I heard the news. Ashton was calling. He wanted to talk at Vandin, so the animals told me. Why though, they had yet to know. So I was interested. Apparently the call was to all stallion's and that interested me. Everyone would be there, friends and allies, plus those I did not like and my enemies. Not that I had many enemies. I laughed and then cantered in that direction, still as silent as ever I had been since the days I was by Bel Bel's side. Still a leader in my own area. My mind was filled with questions though. It was so rare that the stallions all met in one place, with no fighting as the thing to do. To talk peacefully to some was hard for some of the others. I at least was used to being bullied because of my beautiful coat. Trotting towards the dark stallion I chuckled in my mind. He had not changed at all. "Ashton," I said in greeting, smiling/
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Post by Rosey-Lew ^.^ on Feb 7, 2010 16:40:12 GMT 8
Athenodora She's gotta be the sweetest nightmare you'll ever have The ivory-toned vixen trotted, pace perfect, into vandin place, her flawless onyx mane tumbling over her shoulders past her stomach, not a hair out of place. Her perfect breeding, altered positivley by the fact she was immortal, gave her grace, more so than the usual equine. Liquid topaz opticals flicked around as she travelled, she hadn't seen a single equine on her way here, maybe they had all heard her secret and scarpered. She heard the call of the stallion whom she didn't know the name of, he said; "Come, my brothers, we shall talk," Athena snorted. Brothers. Was she the only female leader round here or what? She shook her head, mane flowing like water down her side. She had age and strength doubtlessley more than these guys. She smirked, and she had a secret weapon. Just to prove this to herself, a private victory of sorts, she focused her attention on a bird, fluttering from tree to tree. It instantly dropped to the ground, writhing and squealing in obvious agony. She smiled and dropped her gaze, and the creature returned to what it had been doing, unharmed. She nodded to herself and thought; *yes, I don't see another stallion being able to do that...* Another thought struck her as she smiled.. *none of the other stallions have fangs filled with venom, do they?* She snorted happy with the fact that she was decidedley equal to the stallions. She picked up her pace, as a trot was rather slow for her and she was a few miles from the meeting place. She only galloped, nothing faster, that she was very much capable of. After galloping for a few minuites, she came to the meeting place, she could see the two stallions, she recognised both. Ashton, the bringer of peace, king of all lands, and Thowra, son of the wind,ressurected from the dead. She nodded to both. "Greetings, strangers." Obviously, she kept her distance, she didn't want the bloodlust to overcome her, like it had before, and risk the stallions lives. That was the burden of being a vampire, you get super strength, immortal beauty, the most beautiful scent in the world, but you also have ice-cold impenetrable skin, and of course, the thirst.. She shook her skull slightly, a movement that was almost invisible, and turned back to the stallions, keeping totally still. What was always surprising when others saw Athena stand still, was the fact that she was fluid, even when she wasn't moving, she looked like a fluid, marble statue. She flickered her orbs to Ashton, and lifted her lips from her perfect teeth in a friendly smile, then gave this look to Thowra. Maybe if she was nice to them, they wouldn't kill her when they found that she was what she was.
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Post by erosaf on Feb 7, 2010 17:24:51 GMT 8
Sorrel I trotted into the area, heeding the call of my friend. I knew that he wanted to talk to us all theresfore I would hear him out. I smiled as I moved. I caught the scent of three others ahead of me, but no other horses other than them. Two I recognised, Thowra and Ashton. The third though was another story entirely. How could it be that a mare was here? I was confused but ignored it. I moved out to greet them, shying at the mare. There was something different about her that I instinctively did not trust. Typical of me. "Ashton, Thowra." I bowed my head to each of them, similing. Then I looked at her. "Femme." What the hell was she doing here? I was certainly not able to trust her immediately.
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Post by Kanchana on Feb 7, 2010 18:01:29 GMT 8
Ashton My head lowered in greeting as Thowra appeared, one of my closest and dearest friends though it had been a long time since we had last spoken. " It is good to see you Thorwa," I said with a tilt of my head. I was not suprised to see a mare enter next, I knew who she was and what she was. " Greetings Athenodora," I said, meeting her eyes and lowering my head to repsect. She would be the only mare here today, but well and turly capable to look after herself. Next came Sorrel, the kind stallion who had helped my queen. " Sorrel," I said, and saw the look at Athenodora. " This is Athenodora, and she has joined the ranks of us stallions," I said, a warning clear in my voice. She would be respected as much as we would each other. Kairva I had seen father wander past in answer to Ashton's call, and decided it best be here to. Father and I both ruled the lands, alongside with our queens, I smiled at the thought of them. My mother Boon Boon, the gentle and caring dapple-grey mare, and Bella my own queen. My steps led me to the middle of the land, were I spotted several other stallions and a mare. " Father," I said with a nod. " Ashton, Sorrel, mare," I said poliely with a tilt of my crown.
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Post by erosaf on Feb 8, 2010 7:39:57 GMT 8
Thowra I smiled as my son came up to us. "Kairva, Sorrel," I said greeting them both. They were friends of my own and I knew that. Kairva though would never know that he would never have another sibling unless from one of the mare on my herd other than his mother. Yarraman I saw my son go past and saw my grandson following. Snorting I thought for a second and then started after them. I would see what was going on for myself as well. Thowra was my king now, and he knew that. Though I also knew that Kairva was the leader of the land now, I did not see my son as just another stallion. Young Thowra The call came clearly to me as well. I knew that my father was going to see what was going on. I would follow him happily. What was this all about? I was eager to know. Since when did the stallions get together for a talk in one place? Maybe I would make some new freinds now.
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Post by otho on Feb 9, 2010 4:22:25 GMT 8
Xanerath
The black stag trotted forward, bowing slightly to each of the others. His mane and tail glowed with hidden fire. His green eyes traveled over each of them. He felt at ease, though he wished to be back in Red SUn, with his queen and herd.
Jegathema
The gray stag approached, sighing mentally as he did so. Andrea, one of his herd, had left just recently. He had loved her much, but now was not the time for that and he knew it. He bowed to each of the kings in turn, and stood near Xanerath. They hadn't formed an alliance yet, but they weren't enemies. "Hello Thowra, Kairva." he said as he nodded to them.
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Post by Kanchana on Feb 9, 2010 4:36:42 GMT 8
Ashton
"Kairva, Thowra, Yarraman," I said, tilting my crown to each in turn. All the stallions of these lands, I knew there names. To more figures, one black and one grey, came and joined the group. "Jegathema, Xanerath," I said, I did not really know them personally but by look.
"We shall wait for a few more, then talk," I said loud enough for them all to hear me.
OOC: hmm shortest post so far so me...*sigh*
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Post by demoderby on Feb 9, 2010 5:03:50 GMT 8
Thaneliel
I enter Vandin, feeling nervous and doing my best not let it show. I don't think I'm doing a good job. My dark eyes wander over the different stags gathered here, two blacks, a gray, tan, and a brown had all come before myself. I thought that would happen. I nod to each of them, starting with the brown, and ending with the red and black, who looked about my age, though I couldn't tell for sure. Then I made a bow, a full bow, to the black, the pure black, and moved to join the group. I had no allies within them yet, but perhaps I would soon. "Greetings, I am Thaneliel." I say.
Demon of the Swamp
The black swamp horse entered a few yards away from the younger stag, the one named Thaneliel. Beneath his hooves, the ground became swampy, and as he lifted them the ground returned to normal. His voice hissed out as he nodded to each of the others. "I am Demon of the Swamp, or Demon." he said quietly, though his strange voice carried. He felt strange outside his swampy terra, but he could deal with it indefinitely.
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Post by Saphira on Feb 9, 2010 21:04:42 GMT 8
Why had he called? The fire horse lifted his sleek head, crimson eyes smoldering, commanding the most attention in his face. Yes, the wind had carried the stallion's clarion call over Freedom's Palace, even up till his land and beyond. Something important must be happening. And he was not about to miss it. Rearing up and thrashing his forelegs as though he were about to enter a battle, Phoenix screamed a reply, his rich, fiery tone carrying easily across the land.
In the gathering darkness, his mane and tail flamed even more brightly as a surge of power and adrenaline rushed through him. Tossing his head, Phoenix snorted, orbs burning as he whipped around, galloping forward in a sudden rush of speed. Powerful shoulder muscles rippled as he stretched forward, rushing headlong into the wind. Trails of fiery sparks spewed behind him, as the wind whipped against his mane and tail of fire, as the stallion gathered speed.
One, two three! Strong wings snapped open as the soot-coloured horse leaped into the air, pumping them vigorously to propel him upwards, into the sky. A sudden rush of exhilaration coursed through his veins, as Phoenix snorted in pleasure, letting the ever-cooling breeze whip across his face. He did not feel cold - The fire within him prevented that. So he climbed, letting drafts of wind push him along, just gliding.
A call caught his attention, and Phoenix glanced downwards, seeing his good friend Wildfire calling to him. Telling him that he would not be attending and asking Phoenix to go in his stead. Snorting, Phoenix screamed an answer into the wind, reassuring Wildfire that he would. Mind and heart at ease, he flew steadily, passing over the various lands, till he came to the meeting ground.
There, the fire stallion grew more wary. A meeting among the leaders of the land had not been done more, oh more than many, many seasons. What could Ashton, undisputed king of the lands want now? A group of horses called his attention, and Phoenix angled his wings so that he flew over them. Once, twice, three times, before landing lightly, hooves scarcely making any noise on the grassy land.
"Greetings." His voice throbbed with the power and pride of his race, though it was tampered with curiosity and respect for these other land-owners. Dipping his head, he waited, ears flicking, mane and tail reduced to a muffled orange glow.
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Flame
Filly
I walk the path of the Warrior, Never looking back, always forward
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Post by Flame on Feb 10, 2010 0:25:43 GMT 8
Eros had heard the call and had come. He smelt many horses and the large black and white bird on his pole could see them. The dark appaloosa stallion moved with an odd grace and his blue eyes showed why. He could see nothing, but every other séance was up and running in overdrive. He stopped in the group. ”Hello.” He said simply with a slight bow to the one who called. He was knew and had one mare, no more. A lovely thing being a leader…
He could sent so many different horses… It was odd. So many stallions In one place, and not wanting to kill one another… Eros hoped he wouldn’t be singled out because he was blind… he was just like the rest, he just had Helios to make sure he didn’t run over a cliff, even if he was good at knowing when one came up… He stood perfectly still waiting.
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Post by Epona on Feb 10, 2010 3:52:17 GMT 8
Cadifor He had been quite enjoying this peaceful day, watching his mares graze and chat amongst themselves. It was pleasant and Cadifor was enjoying the sunshine, the unusual warmth in his valley before the cold winter comes.
And then he had been interrupted. Of course, everything wonderful always gets interrupted, does it not? The call of the king, the leader of all the lands, the bringer of peace, had interrupted him, mid-chew, as he munched happily on grass. Cadifor swallowed as a foul taste entered his mouth but he sighed, knowing he would have to respond to the call. It was only fair. He did not receive special treatment. Hell, he had never even met the King of all lands.
The large silver stallion knew his mares would wonder at his disappearance but he would explain later when he returned. Apparently there was business to attend to that involved all the stallions of these vast lands.
His steps were high as he approached the steadily growing group. There were countless stallions, and one mare, and an odd one she was. He could see in her appearance that she had some special qualities about her. It gave him the chills slightly. Then he noticed Sorrel, his ally and newfound friend. It was great to see him here. And young Thowra, whom he had made his first alliance with. A smile crossed his handsome features as he approached the stallions. "Hello, friend Sorrel and young Thowra." He spoke in a friendly tone, and then looked to the other stallions, wondering if he knew them in some way but knowing that he did not.
Predator Falcon What a wonderful day this was turning. Sarcasm filled Falcon's mind as he thought to himself. There was nothing he looked forward to more than a gathering with all the different stallions of the lands and being engulfed in their happy-go-lucky natures and their lovely tales of each beautiful, goodhearted mare in their herds. Falcon scowled as he trotted towards the meeting. His heart was filled with darkness and his mind was already churning over what this meeting could be about. A war, possibly? Maybe some bloodshed, something that would hold his interest and give him some sort of purpose in life for a little while.
The buckskin stallions snorted and tossed his head, his thick black forelock falling back over his eyes. Of course there would be no wars. Every stallion and mare in these lands was spineless. None stood up for themselves and none pursued others for their misdeeds. Falcon was not like that but he had been sticking to himself for a while, trying to get his bearings on his new land. Of course he had met none but Cadifor, whom he had shared a land with at one point. And, of course, his mare that had joined him, his soon-to-be queen. He just had to tell her first.
Spotting Cadifor, Falcon made his way over to the large silver stallion. The stench of other stallions was burning his nose and the auras they were putting off, filled with happiness and content, were making his brain throb with tension. "Hello, Cadifor," he stated calmly, though inside he was a wreck from controlling himself. He wanted to pick a fight with each and every stallion here, just because of the way they were acting and the way they stood. He could truly not stand anyone, not even Cadifor, and it took all his strength to keep from attacking, verbally or physically, another in just those short few moments since his arrival.
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Post by Rosey-Lew ^.^ on Feb 11, 2010 1:58:12 GMT 8
Athenadora's skull snapped round to each stallion as they entered, nodding her crown to them as they did. They were of all shapes and sizes, ages, colours, temperments, but she was the only mare. Surprise Surprise, a land run by stags, she would laugh about that at a more proper time. Although, as the area became more and more filled up, she began to notice the fact that they were dismissing her, not noticing her when they entered. This didn't bother her, on the contrary, she quite enjoyed being away from the others, she would find it difficult to be very close to them. Bloodlust and all that. She sighed, however, nares rippling in a way that looked pretty, if snorting ever could be. Of course, everyting she did was lovley, she was graceful when she stood still, but these stags shied away from her in a way that made her feel like an outcast. Of course, it was all instict, to shy away from things that were dangerous, just as it was instinct for Athena to kill these stallions. She didn't want to, but she felt the uncounterable desire to. She scolded herself for these thoughts, thinking how stupid she was, why couldn't she be normal?
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Vivi
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Dare to dream...
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Post by Vivi on Feb 17, 2010 17:39:11 GMT 8
Phantom
He came silently, keeping hidden in the dappled shadow created by the towering trees. His hooves made not a sound as he padded softly, almost panther-like, through the fringe of trees at the edge of the clearing. Auds flickered forward as his coal-black orbs focused on a group of equines milling around in the glade, some making light conversation, though mostly uttering nothing more than an exchange of names. So this is the meeting place...
He stepped out of his hiding-place, but even though he had been hiding, he made no show of humility. His powerful neck, clothed with a thick mantle of silver hair, arched proudly as he swaggered casually towards the others, a light smile on his maw. He stopped in front of the group, and tipped his cranium towards them in greeting. “Greetings, gents,” he said in soft, yet rich vocals. “I’m the new lead of Silver Forest. Call me Phantom.”
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Feb 22, 2010 16:00:19 GMT 8
He was the first of the two to appear. He had been wandering Ceelena's lands, looking for the beauty. Yet he had no luck whatsoever. He needed to find the fae, so he could proclaim his love for her, but he knew there was little chance she would appear before him.
The dappled gray stag was king of Heavens Peace. If only his mother were still alive, he wouldn't have to come here. Or so he thought, it was stallions only right? But he saw a mare in the midst of the stags who lived there. His thoughts ran to them, noticing that most of the stags of the lands were here.
Flicking his tail he slowed from his canter to a slow trot. He wasn't one to talk much. "Hello." It was the only word he spoke as he stopped behind a few. He found himself panicking, pacing around in circles as he heard him coming.His dark eyes spotted Sympathy, as he traveled ahead of him. He traveled at a fast walk, to get to the stags fast but slow enough to savior his strength if a fight began as he got there. He cried out, a announcement of his arrival. A smile was painted on his maw, dagger-sharpened teeth appearing.
The hellion stag was different from the last time he had met the others. His mane and tail appeared black flames and in fact they were, yet his bodice was still as dark as night. The stag was 'maturing', well starting to possess his hellion 'adult form'. Only true hell horses changed as he was, and the stags who had gathered were indeed in for a surprise.
Corus stood taller than he had, now at 23.1 hh, he loomed over the other stags. He lowered his head, and growled "Salutations."
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