Title: Avalon Herd Rp I
Spirit Dancer - December 22, 2007 12:39 AM (GMT)
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W Smack - December 26, 2007 06:11 PM (GMT)
A small, elderly mare walked slowly through the tall grass. "Hello?" she called out. Where had Spirit Dancer and her sons gone? She had finally been accepted into a land, and now she didn't know where her herd was. Well, it wasn't a very proper herd, but she was happy with her small family. "Oh, well," she murmured. She knew that she'd see the others soon. She was just happy that she had a place to belong, now.
W Smack - January 3, 2008 03:06 PM (GMT)
Kismet was now officially bored. She looked around through the tall grass, but again, no one was there. Was it to be this way forever? She moved quietly through the grass feeling her old bones creaking and groaning below her. Was she doomed to living out the rest of her life in solitary boredom?
Horsegirl - January 6, 2008 09:54 PM (GMT)
"We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot,
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravange and don't give a hoot,
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho.
Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho.
We burn up the city, we're really a fright,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho."
These were the words that could be heard over the plains. Sung by a low, slightly raspy voice, these were the words that defined a lifestyle. Many knew of them, feared them. Few knew them closely. But even the youngest had at least heard of them, felt a chill in their hearts at the word.
Pirate.
However, the brute that these words came from was not your typical pirate. Yes, he is a him. He is not human; the blood of a non-ape creature runs through his veins. I'll give you a few clues. His body is splotched with great patches of light mahogany, hard orb light blue; indeed, he has only one, with four scars, one only partway down the eye. Mane is two-tone; about a third of the way down it is torn out. Once it was accidental, now self-inflicted. A tribute to the creature that took out his left orb. It also added to the sinister appearance of the animal that strode confidently through the tall grass. Sure, he ws sinister, but that didn't mean that he couldn't have a kind heart, now did it? No, he was Light, differing from his Neutral and Dark dam and sire. Ah, another clue. You probably guessed the beast's shape, haven't you? Yep. Equine.
|~|
My singing was interrupted by a noise, far out in the endless field of grassy terrain that I had traveled through. Keeping one light russet aud pointed toward the sound, I continued to sing, yet softer, more tentative this time, as I came to my favorite verse of this centuries-old song.
"We're rascals, scoundrels, villans, and knaves,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me."
Russet maw closed, hiding darker ivory fangs. Pale sky orb blinked, and surveyed the landscape, wary of any dangers that may come to a part-blind brute like myself. For five of seven years I have lived with this disability, but I have gotten used to it, grown to like it. That, and my mane being ripped out about a third of the way down, where the brown section ends and white begins. Before it was an injury, now it has turned seft-inflicted. Two-tone whipcord swished once. Hind pillar swung out in a spur-of-the-moment kicking motion, seemingly unprovoked, but just a testament to my seemingly strange persona. Occuli glanced around the plain again as I searched for the herd that the Alphess had told me was here. I finally saw them. Or at least one: a reddish roan mare, standing alone. Clearly this was the rest of the herd, minus Spirit Dancer and her son. Well, perhaps two. But I wasn't too sure 'bout that.
Pistons were picked up as I accelerated to a relaxed lope, coming to a halt close to the mare. I knew that I looked old-ish, especially since the seemed prime was four or five years, and I was seven. Buut I was still young, according to the known lifespan. So I dare you to call me an old geezer, or geriatric. I double-dog dare ya.
"'Ello, miss. I be Luke, Lukeriah, whatever you prefer, former loner. Other things that I won't mention, also. Your calling?" I really wasn't in the mood to be telling her that I was a pirate. Keeping my forelock over my left socket and right side to her, I hid my injuries, along with my tattered mane and port...ah, left side.
/That's gotta be my longest post ever./
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravange and don't give a hoot,
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho.
Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho.
We burn up the city, we're really a fright,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho."
These were the words that could be heard over the plains. Sung by a low, slightly raspy voice, these were the words that defined a lifestyle. Many knew of them, feared them. Few knew them closely. But even the youngest had at least heard of them, felt a chill in their hearts at the word.
Pirate.
However, the brute that these words came from was not your typical pirate. Yes, he is a him. He is not human; the blood of a non-ape creature runs through his veins. I'll give you a few clues. His body is splotched with great patches of light mahogany, hard orb light blue; indeed, he has only one, with four scars, one only partway down the eye. Mane is two-tone; about a third of the way down it is torn out. Once it was accidental, now self-inflicted. A tribute to the creature that took out his left orb. It also added to the sinister appearance of the animal that strode confidently through the tall grass. Sure, he ws sinister, but that didn't mean that he couldn't have a kind heart, now did it? No, he was Light, differing from his Neutral and Dark dam and sire. Ah, another clue. You probably guessed the beast's shape, haven't you? Yep. Equine.
|~|
My singing was interrupted by a noise, far out in the endless field of grassy terrain that I had traveled through. Keeping one light russet aud pointed toward the sound, I continued to sing, yet softer, more tentative this time, as I came to my favorite verse of this centuries-old song.
"We're rascals, scoundrels, villans, and knaves,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me."
Russet maw closed, hiding darker ivory fangs. Pale sky orb blinked, and surveyed the landscape, wary of any dangers that may come to a part-blind brute like myself. For five of seven years I have lived with this disability, but I have gotten used to it, grown to like it. That, and my mane being ripped out about a third of the way down, where the brown section ends and white begins. Before it was an injury, now it has turned seft-inflicted. Two-tone whipcord swished once. Hind pillar swung out in a spur-of-the-moment kicking motion, seemingly unprovoked, but just a testament to my seemingly strange persona. Occuli glanced around the plain again as I searched for the herd that the Alphess had told me was here. I finally saw them. Or at least one: a reddish roan mare, standing alone. Clearly this was the rest of the herd, minus Spirit Dancer and her son. Well, perhaps two. But I wasn't too sure 'bout that.
Pistons were picked up as I accelerated to a relaxed lope, coming to a halt close to the mare. I knew that I looked old-ish, especially since the seemed prime was four or five years, and I was seven. Buut I was still young, according to the known lifespan. So I dare you to call me an old geezer, or geriatric. I double-dog dare ya.
"'Ello, miss. I be Luke, Lukeriah, whatever you prefer, former loner. Other things that I won't mention, also. Your calling?" I really wasn't in the mood to be telling her that I was a pirate. Keeping my forelock over my left socket and right side to her, I hid my injuries, along with my tattered mane and port...ah, left side.
/That's gotta be my longest post ever./
W Smack - January 7, 2008 09:55 PM (GMT)
Over the short expanse of time that Kismet had been standing there by herself, her eyes had drooped and she had almost fallen asleep when the strange stallion came up and awoke her from her slumbering state. She blinked in surprise and swiveled her ears as she looked around. Her dark eyes finally focused upon the stallion before her and she muttered, "Luke, eh? So you're part of this herd too, now? Well, you /are/ the first stallion, so congratulations to you. My name is Kismet."
As a young filly some of her close friends had called her Kizzy, but she decided not to mention this now. No one had called her Kizzy in a very long time. And, no matter how much she wished to relive those days, she knew that she was too old, now, to be called such a childish name as Kizzy.
As a young filly some of her close friends had called her Kizzy, but she decided not to mention this now. No one had called her Kizzy in a very long time. And, no matter how much she wished to relive those days, she knew that she was too old, now, to be called such a childish name as Kizzy.
Spirit Dancer - January 7, 2008 10:14 PM (GMT)
Things were finally starting to fall into place. Slowly, but surely. I was grateful for what few members I had. I knew I could ensure Kismet with the safety of my sons whenever I decided I need to leave momentarily to find more members.
And, in time, I was pretty sure I could trust Luke enough to maintain Avalon until I returned. Just to keep newcomers in line so that I could deal with them later.
I shake my copper and ivor tiara shoftly, hearing the rustle of the grass as Koalvolt shoots by me to greet his twin brother. Fierce blue hues watch him as he nears his brother, before turning over towards Kismet; only to see her having a conversation with Luke. That was good - a bonus, actually - and I hoped that everyone just got along.
And, in time, I was pretty sure I could trust Luke enough to maintain Avalon until I returned. Just to keep newcomers in line so that I could deal with them later.
I shake my copper and ivor tiara shoftly, hearing the rustle of the grass as Koalvolt shoots by me to greet his twin brother. Fierce blue hues watch him as he nears his brother, before turning over towards Kismet; only to see her having a conversation with Luke. That was good - a bonus, actually - and I hoped that everyone just got along.
W Smack - January 7, 2008 10:30 PM (GMT)
Kismet's old, wrinkled maw twisted into a grin as Spirit Dancer and the two colts came rushing towards them. "Well, it's nice to see you again," she said to the alphess. "I was just getting to know this new young stallion, here."
Horsegirl - January 12, 2008 12:04 AM (GMT)
I nodded to the mare's words when she had finished. "Pleasure, Kismet." My attention turned to the Alphess, Spirit Dancer, as she approached. The colt by her side zoomed off, and I soon noticed another colt, the one that had apparently spied on me while talking with his mother. Silly colts. Of course, I was wont to do that, so I couldn't blame 'em. Making sure that my forelock covered my left side enough, I turned and nodded to the leader as she came, giving respect, then turned to Kismet again. "I apologize for my correction, but compared to most of you, I am probably the eldest one here, contrary to what you may believe. Doesn't mean I'm entitled to any special treatment, mind you; I'm still young enough to be fair." I wanted to wink, but knowing that that would betray my disability by turning my head, I decided against it, instead smiling and turning my thorns back and forward once, in a show of good-natured fun.
Maroon orbs watched brother bolt toward him. Tyhraone pivoted, letting the elder run past, the swirling to chase him, ebn-and-ivor bod moving fast to try to keep up with the larger colt. He was interested in the brute with one eye and tattered mane, but for now playtime was more important; he could talk later. Ivories clicked together as jaws snapped, nearing the other's brush-like banner that waved in the wind. He was fast enough, and had good agility, but when it came to strength, Koalvolt always had the upper hand, his large frame no match for the younger. Every chase was filled with the hope that he wouldn't be turned on and forced to rear and battle.
W Smack - January 12, 2008 03:53 AM (GMT)
Kismet peered at the new stallion. Yes, he did seem tattered and enough to be older than her. "No offense taken, Sir Luke," she assured him. "I just rarely find an equine younger than myself these days. They do so tend to stay around the four range of age."
She watched the colts frolick with soft, glazed eyes. She could remember when she was young enough to run until her legs went numb. She remembered playing chase for hours with her siblings. What exilheration (sp?) it brought! She wished she could feel that way again. Feel the wind pushing against her entire body and whisking her tresses away. Feel the hard earth below her as her strong hooves beat at the ground rhythmically. The feeling of her lungs burning in her chest, but still running with the hope of finally reaching that final destination that she had yet to reach. Just a little bit further . . . Just a little bit longer . . .
Kismet snapped from her reverie and shook her head, letting her mane flop along her neck and across her forehead. She glanced at the other two equines next to her. What a bunch they were! An old mare, a lone mother, and a tattered old stallion. She snorted quietly to herself at the look of all three of them there together. Three adults with not much left to look forward to in their lives, and two colts with the promise of a new day before them. It was almost eerie to see such opposites side by side.
She watched the colts frolick with soft, glazed eyes. She could remember when she was young enough to run until her legs went numb. She remembered playing chase for hours with her siblings. What exilheration (sp?) it brought! She wished she could feel that way again. Feel the wind pushing against her entire body and whisking her tresses away. Feel the hard earth below her as her strong hooves beat at the ground rhythmically. The feeling of her lungs burning in her chest, but still running with the hope of finally reaching that final destination that she had yet to reach. Just a little bit further . . . Just a little bit longer . . .
Kismet snapped from her reverie and shook her head, letting her mane flop along her neck and across her forehead. She glanced at the other two equines next to her. What a bunch they were! An old mare, a lone mother, and a tattered old stallion. She snorted quietly to herself at the look of all three of them there together. Three adults with not much left to look forward to in their lives, and two colts with the promise of a new day before them. It was almost eerie to see such opposites side by side.
Spirit Dancer - January 14, 2008 09:21 PM (GMT)
I tried to smile, even meekly, but failed miserably.
"None taken, Luke," I reply, copper audda pivoting so that one remained in the direction of my boys. Fierce hues remained on the two, most of the time; but occasionally they would skirt away and scan my emerald hilled terra for the bastard that had "blessed" me with my twins. He would have to take one of them over my dead body.
"I can't say I've met any much older than myself, besides my parents, obviously. My old herd's survival rate wasn't that good, because of our....King," I continue, trying deperately to dance around the subject of Wolfe. All the mares in my previous herd that were older than ten were run off, or ran off with their mates and children - any mares younger were subject to rape from Wolfe. I repressed a shiver at the memory, managing to hide the disgust that came with the subject.
"None taken, Luke," I reply, copper audda pivoting so that one remained in the direction of my boys. Fierce hues remained on the two, most of the time; but occasionally they would skirt away and scan my emerald hilled terra for the bastard that had "blessed" me with my twins. He would have to take one of them over my dead body.
"I can't say I've met any much older than myself, besides my parents, obviously. My old herd's survival rate wasn't that good, because of our....King," I continue, trying deperately to dance around the subject of Wolfe. All the mares in my previous herd that were older than ten were run off, or ran off with their mates and children - any mares younger were subject to rape from Wolfe. I repressed a shiver at the memory, managing to hide the disgust that came with the subject.
W Smack - January 16, 2008 12:15 AM (GMT)
My ears twitched slightly as I noticed the way Spirit Dancer said "King". However, instead of asking about this, I asked, "Survival rate? What's that supposed to mean?" Ws she like all of those other horses who grew up in a dark herd and they, themselves turned light? She knew that these were touchy subjects, so she added, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
Spirit Dancer - January 18, 2008 07:00 PM (GMT)
Whatever comfort I had within our small "clan" that was forming, it suddenly turned to tension. Eventually, I knew I would talk about Wolfe. But Godforbid that it was now.
"I mean, that...My old herd was made up of mares and fillies; he was the only male. Any colt of his was killed, for fear of competition. Any foal born not of his lineage, was killed. So, more often than not, mothers would kill their own foal so that they wouldn't have to be condemned to Wolfe's hellish ways."
I'd failed to notice the edginess I'd started to feel, and the lump in my throat. Yes, I'd watched the spectacles like what I'd described happen. One of the reasons I wanted to get away from the living Hell that existed there. More often than not, everyone got little sleep because Wolfe was always on the prowl. Defiant and begging cries often filled the night; from the newly matured mares who had their innocence stripped away from them brutually. They were made into too young of mothers, and often died.
Though, that tiny detail I would leave out.
"I mean, that...My old herd was made up of mares and fillies; he was the only male. Any colt of his was killed, for fear of competition. Any foal born not of his lineage, was killed. So, more often than not, mothers would kill their own foal so that they wouldn't have to be condemned to Wolfe's hellish ways."
I'd failed to notice the edginess I'd started to feel, and the lump in my throat. Yes, I'd watched the spectacles like what I'd described happen. One of the reasons I wanted to get away from the living Hell that existed there. More often than not, everyone got little sleep because Wolfe was always on the prowl. Defiant and begging cries often filled the night; from the newly matured mares who had their innocence stripped away from them brutually. They were made into too young of mothers, and often died.
Though, that tiny detail I would leave out.
W Smack - January 18, 2008 09:04 PM (GMT)
Kismet nodded solemnly and said, "That must have been hard for you. It's lucky, then, that you got away when you did. Besides, you don't have to worry about bad alphas like that when you lead your own herd and live in your own home, now. And we'd be here to fight him off if he ever /did/ come back around." She smiled consolingly, and looked again to the two colts. Could these possibly be the spawn of that evil alpha? Well, whatever had happened in Spirit Dancer's past, she wasn't one to pry - and it was her own buisness anyway. So Kismet dropped the subject. The spotted alphess always seemd extremely strong and independant - now she knew why.
Horsegirl - January 20, 2008 09:27 PM (GMT)
/Ooh, Kismet's hit upon a rather touchy subject. I feel so ebil. Hehe./
Thorns flicked to catch the two mares' conversation. Realizing that this was something that brutes like myself were not good at speaking of, I let my attention wander to the rest of the plains, while still listening to their words. Dang, that stud must have been incredibly bad, from Spirit Dancer's description of the horrors she'd gone through. I mean, I've done some of those things, but not as bad as he was. A lot like myself, minus my usually merciful nature and sense of right or wrong. I'd love to get my fangs on him, for doing that to my alphess's family.
Wow, listen to me. Barely been in her herd, and here I am protecting her. Guess I'd just taken on the role of Guardian, or Beta, naturally, seeing as I was the eldest stallion here, and therefore one of the stronger ones. It felt good to be part of a herd again, 'stead of being a loner, struggling to survive in small constantly-shifting groups of other bachelors. Gave me some stability, which was incredibly surprising, seeing my personality went against it. Ah, well. Better enjoy it while it lasted.
But as I heard Kismet's words, I stiffened slightly. Besides, you don't have to worry about bad alphas like that when you lead your own herd and live in your own home, now. Sorry, sweetheart, but I have to contradict you. I'd heard tales of brutes that roamed these lands, haunted the Grove, did the same things as this Wolfe. I didn't want to scare her or anything, but I'd drop a small hint anyway. And I'd heard of one that looked much like the colts: pure black, with dark red orbs, that used to haunt the Willows. And the smaller one, behind his painted frame, looked like that hessian. I'd bet that he had sire both of the colts. But I wouldn't say it. "I'd be with you, if he or any others decided to come sniffing around," I said, every word true.
Thorns flicked to catch the two mares' conversation. Realizing that this was something that brutes like myself were not good at speaking of, I let my attention wander to the rest of the plains, while still listening to their words. Dang, that stud must have been incredibly bad, from Spirit Dancer's description of the horrors she'd gone through. I mean, I've done some of those things, but not as bad as he was. A lot like myself, minus my usually merciful nature and sense of right or wrong. I'd love to get my fangs on him, for doing that to my alphess's family.
Wow, listen to me. Barely been in her herd, and here I am protecting her. Guess I'd just taken on the role of Guardian, or Beta, naturally, seeing as I was the eldest stallion here, and therefore one of the stronger ones. It felt good to be part of a herd again, 'stead of being a loner, struggling to survive in small constantly-shifting groups of other bachelors. Gave me some stability, which was incredibly surprising, seeing my personality went against it. Ah, well. Better enjoy it while it lasted.
But as I heard Kismet's words, I stiffened slightly. Besides, you don't have to worry about bad alphas like that when you lead your own herd and live in your own home, now. Sorry, sweetheart, but I have to contradict you. I'd heard tales of brutes that roamed these lands, haunted the Grove, did the same things as this Wolfe. I didn't want to scare her or anything, but I'd drop a small hint anyway. And I'd heard of one that looked much like the colts: pure black, with dark red orbs, that used to haunt the Willows. And the smaller one, behind his painted frame, looked like that hessian. I'd bet that he had sire both of the colts. But I wouldn't say it. "I'd be with you, if he or any others decided to come sniffing around," I said, every word true.
Mystery - January 21, 2008 02:06 AM (GMT)
My large almost plate sized hooves quickly brushed through the plains. Black feathering snagged lightly on brambles. All my muscles were used as I made my way closer to my new home. Ears pricked forward as eyes a blaze. Their green tint gleamed with happiness. I had a home and I was proud of myself to find one. It sounded like the ones who lived here were nice. My silvery dun coat rippled softly as I stopped close to the edge of the little group.
Tossing my head lightly, I snorted. I didn't want to interrupt on their conversation so I stood there. Waiting quietly, I didn't really want to talk anyway. Maybe just socialize quietly, I wasn't much of a talker.
[[writer's block. grrr]]
Tossing my head lightly, I snorted. I didn't want to interrupt on their conversation so I stood there. Waiting quietly, I didn't really want to talk anyway. Maybe just socialize quietly, I wasn't much of a talker.
[[writer's block. grrr]]
W Smack - January 21, 2008 08:48 PM (GMT)
The old red-roan mare raised her head in curiosity as she noticed the new stallion. Wow, this herd was growing quickly! She nodded at Luke's words and added, "Yes, we would all protect each other if some incompetent stallion tried to break into our home." She looked over Luke's shoulder and smiled to the incoming stallion. She took a few steps towards him and greeted him with, "Hello! My name is Kismet. Who are you?" She was surprised by the space that this stallion encompased. He was much taller and larger than herself, and she felt a bit foolish standing next to him, but she was being kind, so she decided to ignore it - no matter how silly it may look.
Mystery - January 21, 2008 10:16 PM (GMT)
I looked over to the small roan mare that stepped up beside me. "Hello Kismet." I greeted her with a kind smile. "I'm Fate." I looked slightly down on her and sometimes I didn't like being tall. To me, being tall made me look like I was cruel and wanted to take over. Most of the time, that was what other thought of me. My steely dun coat, locks of black, eyes of bright green; typical evil stallion features.
W Smack - January 21, 2008 10:20 PM (GMT)
She nodded and said, "It is nice to meet you, Fate. And welcome to the herd!" She looked up at his somewhat intimidating frame, but his soft voice and his kind eyes let her know that he was not a threat to any of them. "So," she said, "there's /two/ stallions now, eh? Well, I'm not worried." She smiled meschiviously over to Spirit Dancer and said, "I'm sure Spirit Dancer has the herd pretty much under control. I don't believe that /any/ stallion would cross her!"
Mystery - January 21, 2008 10:24 PM (GMT)
"Thank you Kismet." I said kindly as I smiled. My ears flickered back as I glanced at the other stallion. My ears folded back up as I listened to Kismet's words. Chuckling, I glanced at Spirit Dancer out of the corner of my eyes. Yes, I too was sure that she had things under control. This day seemed to be getting better by the second as I looked from Kismet to Spirit Dancer.
Spirit Dancer - January 21, 2008 10:27 PM (GMT)
I tried to crack a smile, to show how happy I was feeling to hear so supportive words; but nothing came. Atleast the smile I wanted to show could be conveyed through my fierce hues.
"Yes, I'm pretty sure Wolfe won't appear around here. He's probably forgotten about me. As for others that might try to take over...They would have a few things coming for them."
Fierce hues flickered towards Fate, copper audda flickered forward briefly as Kismet introduced herself and started a conversation with him. Atleast she was making an effort to work on a connection with everyone - I was still unsure of the male population, for the most part. But Fate and Luke were proving that there were some good stallions out there. It'd just take some time to find the right one.
"Yes, I'm pretty sure Wolfe won't appear around here. He's probably forgotten about me. As for others that might try to take over...They would have a few things coming for them."
Fierce hues flickered towards Fate, copper audda flickered forward briefly as Kismet introduced herself and started a conversation with him. Atleast she was making an effort to work on a connection with everyone - I was still unsure of the male population, for the most part. But Fate and Luke were proving that there were some good stallions out there. It'd just take some time to find the right one.
W Smack - January 25, 2008 10:30 PM (GMT)
Her brown-red audda flicked about as her focus strayed from one equine to another. She wasn't the least bit worried with the characters of this herd, but she was worried about the direction that it was heading. Spirit Dancer was a wonderful leader, and she knew that she would lead them through thick and thin, but what did this herd have to look forward to? There were likely going to be few other foals of this family. Spirit Dancer had no lover, and her sons would eventually grow up and possibly leave. And then there were the two elders: herself and Luke. And Fate, now - who just seemed to be the wanderer. What was in store for this group of mis-fits?
Mystery - January 26, 2008 03:17 PM (GMT)
I let a puzzled expression cross my facade. "Who's Wolfe?" I question as my head tilted toward Spirit Dancer. Obviously, I was the only one who did not know of this Wolfe since no one else cared to ask. Raising a brow, I didn't exactly want to pressure her into answering either. "If you don't want to tell me, then that's fine." I commented quietly afterward, but my eyes never left her face and my body never moved an inch. Of course my tail swished carefully and an ear would move once or twice, but my soft and curious gaze was still on the Alphaess.
Spirit Dancer - January 26, 2008 03:57 PM (GMT)
Copper audda flicker backwards, as the smile that had only shown through my fierce occuli vanished. Of course he didn't know who I was talking about; he'd walked in half way through our conversation after I explained who Wolfe was.
"Wolfe? He was the only male in general of my old herd; the King after killing my father," I replied, delicately avoiding some major details. Like his habit to rape newly-come mares. I hold my head high anyways, despite being towered over the rest of my herd members, to show the defiance I had underneath his rule. I was beginning to realize, however, that the more I let out my own history and opened up - instead of being unreadable - the better I was feeling around them and with myself. "He wasn't...pleasant to live with. Let's leave it to that."
"Wolfe? He was the only male in general of my old herd; the King after killing my father," I replied, delicately avoiding some major details. Like his habit to rape newly-come mares. I hold my head high anyways, despite being towered over the rest of my herd members, to show the defiance I had underneath his rule. I was beginning to realize, however, that the more I let out my own history and opened up - instead of being unreadable - the better I was feeling around them and with myself. "He wasn't...pleasant to live with. Let's leave it to that."
Mystery - January 26, 2008 04:03 PM (GMT)
I looked the only bit of shocked. The stallion killed her father? That to me was rude and how her smile had vanished, didn't deserve to be anywhere near this herd. Looking a bit away, I saw sight of her twins. Glancing between colts and Spirit Dancer, I wondered. "Does that mean that your sons are his..." I left my sentence at that. If he wasn't pleasant to live around then he probably raped a few mares in his life. Meaning more heirs for him to teach to live up to his ways. "That is..." I couldn't finish my sentence, I didn't know what to say. I couldn't make any assumptions until she gave me her answer, if she wanted to that is.
Spirit Dancer - January 26, 2008 04:09 PM (GMT)
"No, no. Their not his," I replied, slightly panicky; but I hoped I covered it well. I knew their father, a Dark King somewhere in the dark lands, and I wasn't going to use Wolfe's dominance over my herd as the excuse for my sons. No. They would know their father's name, when the time came, and they would (hopefully) avoid meeting him at all costs. I couldn't bear losing my only children, so far, to their dispicable father. "Tyhraone and Koalvolt's father is in these lands, somewhere. Hopefully I'll never have to see his face again," I replied, my throat contracting so that vocal cords became tight. It would be his and Wolfe's fault if my boys never had a father figure; if I never had a mate. Whenever I stepped down from ruling, I would search them out and deal out what Karma has coming for them.
Until then, I could wait.
Until then, I could wait.
W Smack - January 26, 2008 05:05 PM (GMT)
Kismet, herself, had been wondering this same question, so she listened intently to Spirit Dancer's reply. So, they're father was not the dreaded Wolfe, but some stallion who did not sound much better. Her eyes roamed the land, looking for the two brothers. When she found them, she smiled as she watched them play. So young and unknowing. She remembered, while watching them, how much she loved children. She wished that she was young enough to have foals again. Throughout her life, she had only managed to give birth to one foal, and as soon as he was old enough, he had left her. Her heart was still broken, but she didn't think about that as she returned her attention to the alphess and Fate. "Well, I'm sure that you'll raise your foals right, and they will never follow in their father's footsteps. They'll both grow to be striking, kind young men. I'm sure of it." Kimset wasn't one for physical contact, but she reached out, now and touched her soft muzzle to Spirit Dancer's shoulder kindly.
Mystery - January 26, 2008 10:43 PM (GMT)
I only nodded my head in response. Yeah, I would protect Spirit Dancer and her colts if any dark stallion came around, but I wasn't about ready to say that I would. Faithful I could be, but assuring someone that I was was a problem I had. My ears twitched and listened to Kismet's words. I had to smile at how sure she was about the colts. Seeing that Kismet had reached out to touch Spirit Dancer, I just stood there like a statue. I didn't know what to do and wasn't sure if I should speak or not.
Spirit Dancer - January 26, 2008 11:58 PM (GMT)
Kismet's soft touch was something that I probably couldn't of dealt with before the twins were born, let alone now. I jerked away, slightly, as if I'd been burned; half-glad that she hadn't touched the other side since that's were you could see the scarring from the twins' father's bite whenever he'd forced me. Atleast I hadn't shied away completely.
I tried to smile apologetically, but failed to convey it once more - only through forward stanced audda and whatever showed of my attempted smile through fierce hues. Maybe, I hoped, the ghost of the apologetic smile showed on my charred maw. If not, I hoped she could see it through my fierce pools.
"Yes, I know they will. Atleast, I can pray," I replied, as my gaze turned to Koalvolt and Tyhroane as they played.
I tried to smile apologetically, but failed to convey it once more - only through forward stanced audda and whatever showed of my attempted smile through fierce hues. Maybe, I hoped, the ghost of the apologetic smile showed on my charred maw. If not, I hoped she could see it through my fierce pools.
"Yes, I know they will. Atleast, I can pray," I replied, as my gaze turned to Koalvolt and Tyhroane as they played.
W Smack - January 27, 2008 12:24 AM (GMT)
Kismet was not hurt that Spirit Dancer had pulled away from her touch. She, herself, would have done the same thing if it had happened to her. She just felt as if she should offer some consul. She smiled sweetly and muttered, "It's alright . . ." Her eyes blinked as if she was suddenly waking from a dream as she glanced around at the other herd members. They were all watching the alphess and herself. "Well, could we find a more positive subject, perhaps?" she asked, flicking her tail playfully. "An old heart like mine is craving a less dismal subject!"
Mystery - February 9, 2008 03:43 PM (GMT)
I chuckled at Kismet's comment. My eyes followed the two colts, they looked so lively and free. Without a worry, and we stood here just thinking what's going to happen next. My head turned toward Spirit Dancer then to Kistmet, a thought in my head. "Why should we stand here all day? Couldn't a nice walk help settle all the jitters?" My wasn't as confident as I wanted it to sound, but I didn't really like being outgoing anyway. Smiling shyly, I shrugged. They didn't have to agree with me, but it was only a thought. As green eyes flickered back to watch the colts play, I couldn't help but think how much I wanted to be a colt again.
W Smack - February 9, 2008 03:47 PM (GMT)
Kismet smiled to the stallion. He was somewhat quiet, but she liked him. "I think that's a wonderful idea!" she exclaimed. "I'm up for a walk, how about the rest of you?" She looked from Spirit Dancer to Luke. It had been an awkward silence for a long time and she was ready to do something other than simply standing around.
W Smack - February 15, 2008 09:40 PM (GMT)
It's amazing how ironic life can be. One minute Kismet was standing there, full of spunk and ready for a walk. The next, she was on the ground, gasping for air. A wracking pain shot through her body and her knees immidiately buckled. She squealed in pain and surprise as she was thrown unmercifully to the grown. "Oh!" she cried as she brought her head up, looking around. Things were coming in and out of focus as she shook her head, trying to make out the spinning ground. "What was that?" she muttered to herself. Her old, weak heart was fluttering in her rib cage as she blinked up at the rest of the herd. "Maybe a walk isn't such a good idea. On second thought, I think I'll just stay here and rest." She was still blinking in surprise, but she just shook her head and muttered, "Yes, rest. That's all I need. Rest."
W Smack - February 23, 2008 04:43 PM (GMT)
I walked across the tall grass lightly, as if I was scared that I would set a hidden trap off. My eyes, ears, and nose scanned the terra - there were two other stallions, two other colts, and the alphess. I was already weary of the two stallions - they could be trouble.
But my boys were less troubled. Tel fumbled through the tall grass, giggling as it tickled his stomach. "I like this place!" he exclaimed, running forward, tripping over his long, thin legs, and toppling to the ground.
"Me, too!" Pel quickly replied, chasing after his brother and nipping him playfully. Is this really our new home?" His intelligent brown eyes watched me for an answer.
"Well, that is was Spirit Dancer said," I muttered, watching my boys with one eye, and the herd with the other. This land would take some getting used to.
W Smack - February 29, 2008 11:18 PM (GMT)
I blinked as I looked curiously among the herd once more. "It's not a very lively bunch, is it?" I muttered, half to the frolcking colts around me and half to myself. We'd been here for at least a couple of days and no one had bothered to officially welcome us yet. Part of me was glad that I had been left alone by these strange, large stallions - but part of me was helplessly lonely and craving some other interaction. "What do you say we do now?" I asked the void around us. I hadn't seen Spirit Dancer since I had arrived - whatever had happened to her? This herd felt like it was falling apart, and we had just arrived here.
Tel looked up to his mother confusedly. What was she murmuring on about? Tel often worried about his mother - it was hard to raise two foals on your own, even he knew that. He and Pel always asked her what had happened to their father, but she was reluctant to tell them. All she said was that he was alive, but he lived in a far off place. Whenever they asked if he loved them very much, she would craftily change the subject. "Mom?" he asked hesitantly, looking to his brother for any support - even though he didn't expect any.
Pel nipped his brother's shoulder lightly. "Guess what!" he exclaimed. "I can't believe I actually forgot - it's our birthday today!"
"Oh, yeah!" Tel exclaimed. "I forgot, too! We're officially a year old, now!" The boys looked to their mother, but she was watching the horizon.
Had it really been a year? A full year since it had happened? It felt like only yesterday, no matter how much I had tried to push it from my memory. I shut my eyes tight as the memories began to flood back. I could feel myself swaying uneasily. No, I reprimanded myself. Not here - not in front of the boys. You have to be strong, now. I shook my head and smiled the best I could. "Happy birthday, boys," I muttered half-heartedly. "Do you feel any older?"
"I feel like I'm on top of the world!" Pel cried out, half-rearing and whinnying with glee.
"Well, I don't feel any older," Tel whined. "Should I?" He glanced up at his mother a bit worriedly. Was something wrong with him?
I chuckled softly. "No," I replied. "It's ok if you don't, Teledamus." He was getting so tall, now - half my size already, in fact. But even though Pel was shorter, he was looking more and more like his father every day. And even though neither of them could see it - that broke my heart.
Tel looked up to his mother confusedly. What was she murmuring on about? Tel often worried about his mother - it was hard to raise two foals on your own, even he knew that. He and Pel always asked her what had happened to their father, but she was reluctant to tell them. All she said was that he was alive, but he lived in a far off place. Whenever they asked if he loved them very much, she would craftily change the subject. "Mom?" he asked hesitantly, looking to his brother for any support - even though he didn't expect any.
Pel nipped his brother's shoulder lightly. "Guess what!" he exclaimed. "I can't believe I actually forgot - it's our birthday today!"
"Oh, yeah!" Tel exclaimed. "I forgot, too! We're officially a year old, now!" The boys looked to their mother, but she was watching the horizon.
Had it really been a year? A full year since it had happened? It felt like only yesterday, no matter how much I had tried to push it from my memory. I shut my eyes tight as the memories began to flood back. I could feel myself swaying uneasily. No, I reprimanded myself. Not here - not in front of the boys. You have to be strong, now. I shook my head and smiled the best I could. "Happy birthday, boys," I muttered half-heartedly. "Do you feel any older?"
"I feel like I'm on top of the world!" Pel cried out, half-rearing and whinnying with glee.
"Well, I don't feel any older," Tel whined. "Should I?" He glanced up at his mother a bit worriedly. Was something wrong with him?
I chuckled softly. "No," I replied. "It's ok if you don't, Teledamus." He was getting so tall, now - half my size already, in fact. But even though Pel was shorter, he was looking more and more like his father every day. And even though neither of them could see it - that broke my heart.
Horsegirl - March 1, 2008 08:23 PM (GMT)
Brow was raised as the three, wench and sons, came into the general vicinity. Lively, were they? Well, now we had four colts, two mothers, and myself and Fate. Not a very good bunch, but it'd do. Personally, I wanted some mares that didn't have the baggage of foals that I could play around with. Maybe I should head to the Claiming Grounds....
I snapped back to attention at the mention of a birthday. I haven't remembered my birthday very much. Really not an important thng, in my opinion. Not good getting older. Auds pinned as she spoke of us not being "lively." You want lively? All right, I'll give you your lively. Just be careful what you say. Tan-and-white pillars strode forward, gaping left eye socket carefully hidden by hair. "Greetings. I'm Lukeriah, Luke if you don't want to have to say a mouthful every time you address me. I apologize for the lack of excitement around here, but it's not anyone's fault." Thorn flicked to Spirit Dancer, hoping she'd gotten the point.
I snapped back to attention at the mention of a birthday. I haven't remembered my birthday very much. Really not an important thng, in my opinion. Not good getting older. Auds pinned as she spoke of us not being "lively." You want lively? All right, I'll give you your lively. Just be careful what you say. Tan-and-white pillars strode forward, gaping left eye socket carefully hidden by hair. "Greetings. I'm Lukeriah, Luke if you don't want to have to say a mouthful every time you address me. I apologize for the lack of excitement around here, but it's not anyone's fault." Thorn flicked to Spirit Dancer, hoping she'd gotten the point.
W Smack - March 1, 2008 08:42 PM (GMT)
My auds flicked back for a moment at the sudden appearance of the scraggly-looking stallion. "Um, that's fine," I muttered. The stallion's abruptness made me a bit uncomfortable. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Luke. My name is Cassandra. And these are my boys, Teledamus and Pelops." I bowed slightly, arching my neck in a sort of greeting.
"Hi!" Pel cried, stepping up at once. He raised an eyebrow as he took in the stallion. "He looks a bit worse for wear," he muttered to his twin.
Tel giggled softly, but I pinned my ears and nipped the small black colt on the rump. "Mind those manners!" I hissed. "I know you have them in there somewhere." My eyes drifted back up to the stallion. "Sorry," I muttered. "Even though both boys are now a year old, they're both still very young and know no better."
"Hi!" Pel cried, stepping up at once. He raised an eyebrow as he took in the stallion. "He looks a bit worse for wear," he muttered to his twin.
Tel giggled softly, but I pinned my ears and nipped the small black colt on the rump. "Mind those manners!" I hissed. "I know you have them in there somewhere." My eyes drifted back up to the stallion. "Sorry," I muttered. "Even though both boys are now a year old, they're both still very young and know no better."
W Smack - April 22, 2008 09:22 PM (GMT)
((OOC: Just a heads up: Cassandra, Pelops, and Teledamus are leaving, now. Bye-bye! :D ))
Spirit Dancer - April 22, 2008 10:12 PM (GMT)
[x] Wait, why? I know Avalon's been inactive - but I know it's about to pick up because of SD's plot and all. [/x]
W Smack - April 22, 2008 10:16 PM (GMT)
((OOC: Just cuz. I'm bored with her and I already created a new Cassandra, Teledamus, and Pelops in my new wolf site so . . . Besides, I'm going to be really busy lately and I need to cut down on the charrie count. Sorries!))