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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?
Spirits of the Wild is a realistic horse roleplay site. We have oodles of fun boards where you can go crazy! This site is run by me, and only me. Oh, by the way, my name is Dealias. This site is a good beginner site, but will also entertain intermitiad to advanced players. Remember: Read the rules before play. We are very much in need of active members, so join us! We do not bite. Much.
Our newest member is: fell! Welcome fell and thank you so much for joining!
Member of the Moment: Thunder! My very first member! Thanks for sticking with it through the active and the inactive times.
Honorable Mention: Darkness!
Big Thanks to fell for our side bars, because Dealias is too lazy to go a-searchin' for the code.
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.
BreedingYes
Foaling: Yes
A Round of Applause To...
Site to dealias
Pictures to their owners
Header picture and Skin to fell.
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she glanced at the mare before rising to join him her slim Akhal teke body seemed even smaller next to his though she moved gracefully, the spirit was still gone
Dear Diary, Maybe this is the last time Maybe not, Everyday I'm sinking into this hell
Optics snapped to the bastard and pregnant dog as she saw them.Of course she had smelt them before she'd heard them,heard them before she'd smelt them.
Pain hit her in waves,they were obviously a pair.Her thorns twitched,she let out a gentle sigh before walking over to the pair.
"Hey,"
She greeted her lyrics were a little too cold.Too late to change the past,she had realized that long ago.
"What brings yourselves here?"
She asked both,distaste playing on her features,she always thought Hanoverian males were stupid, reckless, and just plain stupid.
But then every though she had, had always turned against her.
He jumped a fallen log with the grace of a show jumper and the poise. He burst in to a full gallop and let his horn glow yellow with bliss. He got faster, and faster until he blurred. He had no thoughts until he stopped, exhausted, but feeling good. He looked to her before letting a whinny escape his lambrums.
she looked at the mare and nodded "Memories of a past best left forgotten." she answered, her firmly though inside she was slightly nervouse around this new mare, though she had easily kept up with him, she showed no signs of tiredness
'Best left alone.' He answered before letting his horn flash with bright colors before it turned black and he put his auds to his crainia and stared in to the starless sky.
She watched the two of them and nodded before waiting for the mare to answer, she too looked up at the starless sky and sighed and pricked her ears as she waited
Crown was raised and lowered in a nod before she broke into her own trance of thought.
Where is he?
Realizing what she had thought,she sighed before watching the pair.Smiling in spite of herself,she let the emotions flew for a second before locking them away again.
This bastard was already grating on her,no one flashed their horns anymore.Snarling inwardly she let a gentle sigh escape her.Thank god for acting skills.
She looked between the two of them slightly confused at their strange behaviour, then she looked at the mare and watched her intently "Why are you here then miss?" she asked calmly watching her
Came the quiet whisper,and the vixen looked down,it wasn't fair that he had left her.Nothing ever was,her optics shut tightly as she was threatened to cry.
I don't need perfect sight to see through you & her [</3]
Joined: Jun 2007 Posts: 63 Location: Wrapped up in my own Nightmare Karma: 0
Re: Unforgotten Memories « Reply #28 on Aug 11, 2007, 3:55pm »
Dear Diary, I whispered words to you, knowing that you couldn't speak Knowing that you wouldn't comfort me,any more.
Dear Diary, I was right. Heartbroken was to weak a word to describe it. I'm torn inside,my heart shattered.
Just like last time.
Lowering her crown to the ground,she pulled her thoughts together,trying to get rid of them - She failed.Optics scanned the ground,before pulling up the slightly dried-up grass.