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Post by Judgment on Jun 30, 2007 21:13:23 GMT -5
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Young miss, no more than the age of two wondered about in a territory that wasn't of her own kind. She was a light, a young light that didn't know what territory was whose. She didn't really know about the other alliances, because she didn't know any other horses but her, and her mother. But, when she found her mother gone one morning, she had no one to turn to, no one to talk to, and no one to teach her who was good, and who was bad. She didn't know who, or what to stay away from, and she didn't know who she could trust. So, wherever she was found, she was found. She wandered aimlessly around until she got bored of staying in that one spot, and left to go to another place. That was what brought her here. She didn't know who owned the land, or what it was, but she knew that there were others here, because she could smell them. Bracken didn't know where they were at, but she knew that they had to be here somewhere. Maybe they could help! That brought a smile to her face, as she thought about meeting others. She continued to search for these horses that were in this huge territory. She wondered how long it would take for them to find her, and how long it would take for them to notice that she was in their territory.
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ooc: Don't be real nice to her juse cause she's a filly and needs help. xD
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Post by E t i e n n e on Jul 1, 2007 13:30:36 GMT -5
Mal Roi journeyed through his terrain, each stride of long pillars emanating pure darken strength and grace. Fluid were his movements, all made with the pride of a Leader. Etienne did not really know why he had come to this side of the terrain when he was on the opposite side with his soon-to-be mate. Something had called him here; something in his mind told him that not all was as he left it. There was a trespasser to his domain.
The scent was finally carried to him by the soft wind. A female had wandered into him land, he could tell, but she did not smell of experience. A filly. But this filly smelled not of any darken the stag had scented before. That would only leave this intruder to be a neutral or a light. Hellion sneered at the though. A light filly wandering into his territory of all others. Oh, what fun.
He sighted her through the trees at first, but pushed his way through. He smirked at the sight of the light flika. As a Clydesdale, Etienne stood taller than most in these lands, but a little Arabian filly, he dwarfed with ease.
“What brings a light wench to my dwellings?” He soothed wickedly, his accent adding to the effect. “Have you lost your way or are you suicidal?”
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Post by Judgment on Jul 1, 2007 21:24:20 GMT -5
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Young Flicka looked up, auds pricked forward to the loud thumping that was coming near her. It had to be the leader of these lands, for he stood with errogant pride. Turning just the age of two, she thought that she was sorta tall for her age, but she definitaly looked like a dwarf compared to this stag. She looked up at him, wide eyed. She had never before seen this type of breed in all of her life, yet then again, she didn't really live that long, nor had she seen any other horses. She snorted when he called her a wench. She wasn't a wench. What the heck was a wench anyway? I'm not a wench! She cried up to him. She shook her head and took a few steps back so that she could view him better. It was hard to see one when you were so small and close to something so large, so it was some, not much but some, if you were farther away from the taller things. She seemed to be pouting in her own way, for she stomped her tiny hoof, and made a face at the stag for calling her a wench. Which she still didn't know what it ment. It just didn't sound nice to her, so she thought that it must be bad...
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Post by E t i e n n e on Jul 2, 2007 10:56:36 GMT -5
Hellion snorted. High spirited filly, this one. Did she not know she was in a darken's terrain, that payment for this little escapade of hers could be her life if she wasn't careful? A light does not come into a darks grounds, alone no less, and start barking things at the lead stag. That was a quick way to get yourself killed.
What was this filly doing? Did she really not know the balances or was she here on a suicide mission? She was lucky now that Etienne had a foal of his own growing within his mate and was quite partial to little ones at the moment, but that wouldn't stop him from killing her in the not so distant future if she continued to dwell with his land. She was a light after all. Etienne despised them.
"Yes, flicka, you are and your little light carcass is trespassing on my land. What business do seek here?" He asked coldly.
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Post by Judgment on Jul 3, 2007 18:55:44 GMT -5
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She shifted her weight uneasily. Dividing the weight up between her legs so that she was more comfortable. She could sense the stallions mood changing quickly, and that made her wary of him. Harks pricked forward listening to the stags words. She knew that he meant to say them hateful to her, but why? What did she ever do to him, that made him seem to hate her so much? She didn’t do anything after-all. Maybe it was just because that she was young, and he had, had a bad experience with another young foal. Although she wasn’t that young. She had after all just turned two. But she still didn’t know where she was, who he was, and she certainty didn’t know why she was here. She had wondered everywhere. She didn’t know that there were boundaries to where she could roam, and where she couldn’t. Besides she did practically raise herself, by herself. She sighed wondering how she could answer the quickly angered stag. Maw parted as words formed themselves to answer the brute. None. I was just wondering about… I haven’t met another horse in a long time, and thought that since I smelled you and another horse’s sent that… that I could meet you two, or at least one of you….. It seemed like her hopes were starting to dim out. After all, he sure didn’t seem to want her presences in this land.
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Post by Judgment on Jul 7, 2007 14:05:32 GMT -5
-bump-
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Post by E t i e n n e on Jul 8, 2007 18:18:46 GMT -5
Hellion raised his dial and tilted it to the side in mock questioning. Obsidian gaze held the filly, never showing the slightest sign of sympathy or kindness. Front pillar lifted off the ground as the stag took on a more relaxed posture. Etienne had nothing to fear from the little Arabian, so he figured it would not hurt to relax a bit.
“Is that so?” He mused smoothly. “And what would you be wishing to find my mate or myself for, little one?”
((Sorry. Muse is dead.))
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Post by Judgment on Jul 8, 2007 22:34:13 GMT -5
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He saw him become more relaxed, and that made her become more relaxed because he was relaxed. So the other horse that she had smelled was his mate. Bracken wondered why she wasn't here with him if they were mates... She thought of a answer to answer him, but she kinda told him already. She just wanted to meet new horses. "Well, I Just Wanted To Meet New Horses Sir. She said to him. Her small banner flicked back and forth in a somewhat happy way. Her auds twitched back and forth listening to the stallion, and the things around them. Maybe his mate would come, maybe she wouldn't. She wondered what the stallion was thinking about her...
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Post by E t i e n n e on Jul 9, 2007 15:18:02 GMT -5
A snort rumbled from the hellion. This little filly had a hell of a way to meet new horse. Etienne was beginning to wonder if she even knew of the lines drawn between alliances. She must not know much of it to have stumbled into his land so carelessly. He flicked his tassel and leaned toward the fae.
"Tell me something, young light, have you any knowledge for alliances or where a light belongs? What darks do to lights if they catch them within a hundred yards of their terrain or their mares?" He asked.
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Post by Judgment on Jul 12, 2007 19:27:38 GMT -5
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She tilted her head to the side. What did he mean by where a light belonged? And what even worried her more, what when he said what darks would do to lights if they catched them... What did he mean by that? No... she answered him. She looked down, and then looked back up to the stallion. What did he plan to do with her? It wasn't her fault that she didn't know that she had boundaries to wander to. Was she gambleing her life now for not knowing where she was at? She sighed and then flicked her banner wondering what he would do...
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Post by E t i e n n e on Jul 14, 2007 15:05:01 GMT -5
Etienne smirked, bemused by the little filly. She had no idea she was doing anything wrong. That explained a lot. Now he knew why she was in his land alone. She had no idea that a darken would gladly tear a light to shreds... either that or rape such an innocent filly like this one. The thought reminded him of Horror. She was a light once, he recalled her telling him. Innocent and unknowing of what darks were and what they did to other alliances. His smirk faded with the connection with the young femme and his mate. He straightened his body and shifted slightly as if he were going to turn.
"You are in a dark's domain. You now know darks despise lights, they will gladly kill them if they get the chance. If that frightens you, then run along to a light terrain, but if you have the curiosity of my dear, Horrific Lullaby, then you are free to join my herd... but that would mean sacrificing your light half. Only darks are welcome here." He stated coldly.
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Post by Judgment on Jul 14, 2007 18:55:50 GMT -5
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Could this really be true? Darks really hated the lights doing. But not only did she just learn that, but he offered her a home, but like he said she would have to become a dark to live here. It would give her a chance to have a home, but also change her ways. Of course, her ways wouldn't be better, they would have to become worse. She would have to prove to this stallion that she could be as dark as him, if not darker... She thought it over quickly, she thought that she could take on the challenge, and become a true dark. I think I can take on the challenge of being a dark... she looked down at the ground judging on her option. She looked back to the stallion Yes. Yes, I will be happy to join and be a dark. She said confidently while looking at him. She was very sure that she could change her ways, and become a dark.
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Post by E t i e n n e on Jul 15, 2007 8:23:27 GMT -5
Hellion smirked and raised his dial proudly. He had to have been going completely mad to have accepted a light into his herd. But she did say that she would become a dark in exchange... and accepting a filly that reminds him of his mate cannot be all that bad of a decision. Perhaps a little more spunk had just been added to the herd. Time would tell all uncertainties, he supposed. Time and patience. He wondered how difficult it would be to change a light mare into a dark. No worries, he thought, if any could do such a thing he and his Horror could.
“Come along then. I will expect no less from you that I do the others.” Etienne stated and turned to take his exit. He could only emagine what Horror would say to this.
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Post by Judgment on Jul 16, 2007 1:14:34 GMT -5
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The filly watched the stallion. It seemed that he was thinking of something. But, before she could say anything else, she listened to him, and nodded as a responce. She leaped over thin air and walked along the side of him to wherever he was going. She didn't really intend on leaving his side, after all this was his domain, and she didn't know what lurked behind every tree...not yet anyway. He wondered who his mate was, and what she was like. She hoped that she would somehow in a evil way, like her enough so that maybe they could become friends somehow. She didn't know what laid in store for her, but she was willing to take it all.
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Post by Judgment on Jul 29, 2007 1:15:47 GMT -5
*wonders what will happen*
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