Title: Herd Rp
sassaboo - July 18, 2007 09:26 PM (GMT)
(After introducing your character in a new topic and have been accepted by the lead, bring all rp here please)
sassaboo - September 20, 2007 02:39 AM (GMT)
That's it...I had given up on the claiming grounds, no good could come from there. Or the Willow Groves, nope. All you got there was a foal, wanted or not. I was sick of stallions, sick of all their ridiculous habits. I considered myself lucky to have been left by Oryx, nothing a good kick the chest won't do. But now it was time to take matters in my own hands, run my own land and rule over my home. So that's why I came to the dark lands of Hopeless Hearts. With only three lands left, it was either mountains, caves or a forest. So I chose the forest. I knew I was taking a big risk with Witch by my side, for wolf prints scatter the lands. And in the dawn and dusk, thick fog concealed us and we could easily be seperated even if we stood two feet from each other.
I took my strides with grace, I wasn't going to let another stallion break me down like I had before. My tail was lifted as well, thanks to my foal heat. But at least that Onyx or Agni weren't around... The wide set trees and lack of usual forest undergrowth was perfect for me, not snagging on my mane, tassle or feathers. After exploring these lands, I found no water source except for large drops of dew gathering on smooth rocks and leaves. It was enough for me, even when in the middle of the day the land was dry as the fog dissappeared.
Coming through a path of trees, the forest opens up to a small meadow large enough to feed a small herd in good conditions. Coming in to this meadow, I reared up onto my hind pillars. Tucking my front daggers to my chest, I screamed out to let any living soul within the lands hear and understand me. "I, Beautiful Disaster, take these lands as my own! I dare any intruder to challenge me, regardless of gender or strength. I shall protect these lands and its inhabitants like any other leader, and I shall dub this land Sylveria Forest!"
sassaboo - September 20, 2007 02:55 AM (GMT)
It had been a long time since I had left the Grove at all, and now here I was in the dark lands of a Queen with a hatred towards stallions. A thick mist haunted the barren lands, wide-spread trees in dead silence being more than a bit eerie. If Golden Rose could put up with the eerie feeling of this place, she would have no problem living here. Auds flicking back, the only sounds I could hear were our hooves against the earth, hardly any undergrowth in this forest. Looking back over my shoulder for the golden mare in the fog, I made sure she was still following me before I stopped for a moment. I called out cautiously, my call echoing off the trees. It wasn't more than a few minutes before a taller Freisian mare stepped through the mist. Her tresses were spiraled and damp from the condensation, cold hazel eyes glaring at me with disgust as she pinned her ears. I had heard she was pretty, so the rumors were true. I sensed a smaller being around, a filly by my since of smell, but she was probably hidden by the mare.
"Be on your way stallion, or tell me of your business."
As she was a bit bigger than me, I was not exactly going to stand up to her very much, and I had a feeling that she could rip me to shreds if she wanted to. Carefully I dipped my muzzle with respect, after all, we were on her lands.
"I'm sorry for the interuption, but I've come to see if you will accept this mare into the herd. Her name is Golden Rose, and she needs a place to stay with her expected foal. Rumors say your the one to go to, so I came."
I watched as she stood stock still, not even the whithers of her mane moving while she stared me down, at last breaking the silence with her words.
"The mare may stay, you I am not so sure about. As you are ditching her here with a foal. You must leave."
Her words were like venom as she threatened me to leave, whickering lowly as a warning if I did not. I gave a nod in agreement, looking back to Golden Rose.
"I will check on you when the foal is born... But for now, good bye...."
As Beautiful Disaster stomped her hoof angrily, I wasted no further time in trotting off and fading away into the mist back to the Grove....
Horsegirl - September 20, 2007 03:03 AM (GMT)
The golden mare struggled through the land, trying to keep up with Reckless. Her body was simply not made for this. As she went along she thought of all that had happened to her: going to the grove, being bred by Reckless, now here. She had some feelings of resentment towards the obsidian stag, seeing as he didn't let her be in his home, but this was close enough. She watched as he talked with a taller black mare (Most likely Queen Beautiful Disaster), then tried to keep back a glare at Reckless as he went on his way. Probably to "spread his genes" with other mares, she thought, slightly bitterly. But no matter. She turned to see the Queen herself standing there, still snarling as Reckless faded away.
"Hello," she said in her kind, cheerful voice, although it was cracking slightly with some fear. "As you've probably guessed, I am Golden Rose, Rose if you wish. I am pleased to meet you, my Queen." She bowed her head for a moment, trying to be polite.
sassaboo - September 20, 2007 03:06 AM (GMT)
((coming as soon as I can!))
sassaboo - September 20, 2007 08:00 PM (GMT)
Another stallion too proud for his own good, better consider himself lucky that he left. Looking down at the golden mare, I let my ears relax as she spoke. I couldn't see any bruises or scratches upon her, or any sign of a struggle at all. Her breeding must have been willing. Idiot. It seemed like she was trying to hide her anger with annoying happiness, not surprising though. I guess she really didn't except that brute to leave her here.
"My name is Beautiful Disaster, you can call me Disaster if you wish. As we are on dirt now and you are expecting, you might as well follow me to the meadow. You'll need to eat more, and the meadow is the only place with enough vegetation to graze."
With that, I begin to turn around to lead her to the meadow, nickering out for wherever my daughter had run off too this time. Glancing over my shoulder, I rolled my eyes at her smile. "Don't try to cover up to me with too much happiness, you have every right to be upset at that disgrace to the equine world...
Horsegirl - September 21, 2007 02:00 AM (GMT)
Rose nodded and followed Disaster. Hearing her words about Reckless, she suddenly laid her ears back and kicked behind her at the air in anger at him. Just, ugh! All she asked was a home in return for carrying a stallion's foal, and here she was in a land where mares that had been forcebred, like her, came to have a safe haven! Even though he did give her a home, but still! And he'd come to see the foal. Oh, very nice, even though you're not going to stick around to care for the mare that's carrying your foal, she thought. Her smile turned into a frown and she began to walk the angry, self-respecting way that darks did, her tail rigid and lashing. She trotted to catch up to Disaster. "Okay, I'm coming," she said.
Scrimpy - September 22, 2007 07:23 PM (GMT)
I'm almost a year old now and still my past is with me. My coat shimmers in the spring breeze as my mane tosses and flows. My eyes stick out of my coat like two gems. Black with green and green with black I enjoy them. Memories of my father are vague and I can barely remember him after all this time. I guess I was too young, but I know he was cruel and is the ruler of a land far away.
Snorting, I here someone coming. Moving along, I glance at my leg. I have a limp still, but hardly noticable unless I canter or gallop. I have a small amount of fellock behind my hooves from my mothers genetics. My muscles are also more pronounced like a draft equine. So much of me has changed, along with my hieght. I'm around 14 or fifteen hands at the moment.
I still cling to my mother though. I look to her for my life. She is my world still since I have not known another stallion in my life. Strange enough, I don't feel compelled to leave either. Everyone who has come here has had bad stories about the males. I could live my life here without a thought. Bringing my tiara upwards, I trot quickly but stop as I see another mare. I can see the very beginning signs of her year-long pregnancy.
Not only that, but she's a dark also. My father was a dark and so is my mother so does that make me a dark? I guess, but I don't have rage. No, I'm more of a fear-full creature. I'd rather be gentle than fight. I'm a mixed bag, but I'm not bad or at least I don't think so. I dunno, I feel lost and different than everyone else. God, help me find out who I am.
I tossed my head and move slowly towards my mother but with my ears back and head down. I'm still submissive also. I'm not a leader, even though I was born from two leaders. I guess that makes me weak also. I think too much. I never seem to match up to what my mother is, but i want to be like her. I was to be independent and defiant. I want to be strong, but how can I?
My emerald eyes glance over at the golden mare quickly before going back to the ground. I come to my mother's side before falling behind both. "Will this cycle ever end?" I ask softly. "Aren't there any good stallions, or are they just all like this?"
sassaboo - September 22, 2007 07:37 PM (GMT)
I dipped my muzzle to Witchcrat, her submissive nature having yet to go away. It was because of it that Agni's son almost killed her, because she tried being submissive first. She'll toughen up one day, I'm sure. She'll need to if she wants to get far in life. I kept walking, the trees beginning to fade away before grass showed up on the earth. With it being spring, there was plenty of vegetation in the meadow, Golden Rose would be in luck for now.
Coming to a halt, I looked back to the too of them. "Rose, this is my daughter, Witch. Witch, Rose was left here by a rogue that haunts the grove. And to answer your question, I have yet to meet a stallion that is any different. Sure, their are some that will be kind and treat you nicely and such, but when it comes to them spreading their genes, most of the time they will do whatever they must. I've seen foals killed if they don't belong to a stallion, just so he can breed with the mother. And I've even seen stallion's that say they 'love' a mare to try and force her, so long story short. I highly doubt that their are any 'good' stallions."
Indeed, and if the mare was smart enough, she'd also be listening to what I was telling my daughter. After all, I was trained to flirt with stallions to the point of almost breeding, only to slay them or break what's left of their measly hearts. I just made the mistake of getting myself lost and stuck in the wrong situation, something I wouldn't let happen again. Like that giant black stallion that got a good kick in the chest from me. Rose on the other hand, didn't seem to actually think that a stallion would leave her afterwards, truth be told, many do.
Scrimpy - September 22, 2007 07:57 PM (GMT)
I feel my mother's gaze on my again and my eyes avert to the nearest tree as if to study the bark. Soon she stops and I do also. My tail hands besides my legs lifelessly as she speaks. Her words are harsh and I feel as if they aren't true in some way, but I can't bring myself to speak against her bold nature. The truth is there though and it must be true if my mother said it. I sighed and closed my eyes before moving slowly to the nearest flower. My grace is natural like my mothers and I have her flirty attitude if I need too.
Collasping to the ground, I watch the two with saddened eyes. Life seems too bad to live at times and I easily fall into depression. My forelock falls over my eyes softly as I look to the others with my emotionless face. Still no one can deny I have my mother's beauty of friesian, but I'm so not like her.
Watching a moth land on a flower, I watch it. It and I are the same way, we can never live up to our releatives in beauty. Looking to them I open mmy mouth as if to speak but don't. I close my mouths and decide to rebel for once. But what about the Lights? I said but I quickly shut my mouth and avert my gaze again.
Horsegirl - September 22, 2007 08:23 PM (GMT)
Rose trotted ahead to keep up with Witch and her mother. She nodded in response to Disaster's introduction, then cocked her ears forward to listen to her speech. She agreed with her, but still....she was raised to take whatever stallions gave her. She couldn't fight what she grew up with. She'd planned taking her foal after it was born and had lived for a few months and going to one of the Lights herds. She'd heard that there were a few good stallions there: like Echelon, or Silver Knight. Or that newcomer, Poseidon. Either of them would work.
She stopped when the other two stopped, laying down to rest, her belly already swollen the tiniest bit with her unborn foal. She nibbled at the green carpet of grass, not having had anything to eat since the grove. Then the filly's words stopped her in her tracks.
But what about the Lights? Yes, there. Now she'd hear whether there were any good stallions in the Light region. She pricked her ears and lifted her head slightly.
/OOC: Rose is just watching and listening. Carry on as usual. And BD really hates Onyx./
sassaboo - September 22, 2007 08:26 PM (GMT)
I flicked one ear back to listen to my daughter, laying on the grass like her life was really that terrible. She had no idea except for the lessons learned by me, even then she wouldn't be able to understand until she learned them by experience. The lights? Few times had I ever associated with them, but every now and then I had. Even when I was young I was once a nuetral-light. Until I was first betrayed and heartbroken by a so-called light stallion.
"A light was the first to betray me. No one is completely light, just like no one is completely dark. Some think there are, but there is always at least a small amount of light alliance in every dark. And every light has a bit of dark in them too. Then again, I hardly see lights anymore."