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Spirits of the Wild
There is a lone whinney that brakes across the empty sky like a dagger cutting through silk. The crow calls and greets the gray morning. The whinney was from the lambrums of a lone equine-creature. Its smooth charcoal tinted wrapping glinted against the slight sunlight that managed to shine through the clouds that hung like banners in the sky. The animals turned its mighty visage to the sky, the atmosphere was humid, smelled of rain. Yes, rain was on its way. It whipped his black-hued flyer and scuffed at the grass with a flint. The powerful being rose onto its hind shanks and let out a call, a call to all those who thought it challenging, who thought it an intruder, who thought it menacing. A smirk played against its velvet kissers, for maybe it was all of these terrible adjectives strung together. But, of course, you had to be to survive in a place such as this. But, don'tunder estimate the warmness any creature can hold within its soul. It sounded another call, a softer call, at the touched its front pillars back to the geography. This time, it called to one who thought it good,. thought it beautiful, thought it worthy enough to be in their company. Yes, yes it had been alone for so long there had to be someone, anyone out there who could show it the meaning of a herd, a family, the meaning of... Love? Oh, that silly little words. It was such a little word for such a big emotion. It seemed to not do it justice. No, no not all. Suddenly, with an erratic burst of speed, the animal sped off into the morning mist, its well-oiled muscling rippling like little waves under its pelt, it slid to a sudden halt as the promised rain began to fall, spattering its coat with darker flecks. It shook its dial, dreds flying wildly, mingling with the falling rain. Is this what it was meant when that word "wild" was uttered from others' lips?
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Weather: The sun has returned to us. Finally. The days are warming, but the rain is plaguing us. Birds are returning and foals will be born soon. The Crystal Lake is warming and the days are longer. All creatures are rejoicing as winter loosens his hold.
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_.-*^Freedom^*-._ « Thread Started on Apr 13, 2009, 9:55am »
Kasey cantered along the beach, her smooth, collected gait never faltering. She snorted as she shook her dial and whinnied. She slid to a halt, sand shooting from beneath her flints. The vixen let out a call; a gentle call, to anyone who thought she was beautiful and unique in their optics. She bucked and cantered again, heading for the water. She splashed in it and reared, her dreds flying wildly in the sea foam. She cantered back out and shook her dark wrapping, the salty water flying everywhere. She stood tall and lifted her crania high, seeing if anyone noticed her yet. Seeing no one so far, she snorted and lashed her ebony whipcord against her wet, glimmering canvas, still watching the cliffs with her curious orbs.
He heard the call of a femora, it slammed its way into his audits like a bird flew in them. he chuckled, his black spotted kissers pealing back and showing his pearls. He picked up a canter, he knew the mare would be able to hear him coming, he was of gypsy vanner desent. He was a large stag, he liked it that way.
Flowing Feather was a kind soul, good-natured and kind. He is wise, despite his young-ish age, he seems much older than he really is.
He spotted the mare, he wove his black-splahsed figure through the trees in this flat-landed wood. He whickere to her and grinned, he said, "Hello there, I am tagged as Flowing Feather. Who are you?"
ooc//. You know the claiming lands are in a forest right? look at the picture up top ^^
He smiled bowed his almighty visage to her, his threads swaying over his patched curvature. The bronc stared at her for a second, and then he realized that he was staring... He did that sometimes. He blinked and nickered, "So, what might you be whinneying on about today?" He laughed and watched as a bird flew overhead, he wasn't fast enough to know what kind, he didn't really try that hard to figure it out though.
Kasey noticed his orbs on her. She looked at him with an eybrow raised. When he looked away she stopped also. She answered him "Searching for a stag...and a peaceful herd to live in." She smiled, showing her porcelain ivories. Kasey didn't bother looking up at the bird or even turning a hark towards it. They were always everywhere; it wasn't like it was something new around here.
He nodded, showing Kasey that he knew what she was speaking of. He answered, "Well, I am a stag." A grin spead across his maw as he added, "And you could be the first to my herd." he nodded encourgagingly (sp?).
A wide grin plastered onto her maw. "I absolutely could." She whinnied. She lashed her raven-like tassle and tossed her forelock out of her eyes again. The sunlight pouring through the trees splotched her with different shades.
He turned his bodice, but kept his boa craned so that he could see her. He gestured with his muzzle and said, "Would you like to come with me?" He smiled.
ooc//. Light Territories, the only one thats claimed haha.
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i forgot. i was thinking i was posting in love cliffs. my bad.