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~ my own kind ~
« Thread started on: Oct 3rd, 2007, 11:17pm » |
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~ crimson waste. it lived up to its name. the grass here grew rich, and reflected upon the mountains the scarlet glow of dawn. there were birds now, too. torn harks swivelled at every screech that rang within the empty rock - she missed the days when hoofbeats echoed there instead. ~
~ the femme had not heard or seen her kind in the royal quarters for god knows how long. madness had come and gone, left its mark and then made way for more that would surely come. she wandered here every so often, lured by the growing flocks of black-feathered beasts. the landscape had changed drastically since her last voyage, and now she even dared to hope. ~
~ ravens went silent as they watched the red sun rise, waiting for it to reveal the nights spoils. the air was bitter. winter had already begun its slow creep on the season, and the mare's coat was growing at an unreasonable rate. she felt the breeze as she halted atop a small crest, glowing in the early rays. she gave a thick snort before leaving the hill - dismissing the idea that she recognized the scent of her own kind in the area. ~
(( a little rusty, guys. sorry  ))
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Re: ~ my own kind ~
« Reply #1 on: Oct 9th, 2007, 10:20pm » |
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(( ok...I didn't think it was that bad... ))
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Re: ~ my own kind ~
« Reply #2 on: Oct 11th, 2007, 1:38pm » |
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lol, i'll post with aeromina in alittle bit... unless you won't mind me copying that other post and pasting it here since St. Elmo isn't answering and it would be a waste of a post... =D
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Re: ~ my own kind ~
« Reply #3 on: Oct 21st, 2007, 7:28pm » |
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(( hey - no worries - 'tis a most lovely post and it would be sad to see it go  . sorry for taking so long to reply - lol I assumed too much and figured it would be haloween before little old Fidd got noticed... ))
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Re: ~ my own kind ~
« Reply #4 on: Oct 22nd, 2007, 7:38pm » |
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YAY!!! =D
Aeromina
+| A soul without tears… |+
+| A baron wind around the crimson waste blew. It picked up every bit of red sand and whipping it around into anything and everything that stood in its way. By now she had grown quite used to this dead wasteland, and during the time she had spent in this place she had started to admire its rugged beauty. The blistering sun beat down upon the red sand radiating heat that gave off an imaginary illusion making even the wises believe there was water right in front of their eyes… she knew better. |+
+| The jagged rocks that divided the wind were perfect shelter for her, at least for now. She gazed rebelliously out over the red desert with fiery blue hues which were constantly enveloped by her multicolored tresses. Aeromina swiveled alert harks as she detected more than just the whining sound of the wind. ‘Only a fool would announce their whereabouts in this hell forsaken country.’ she stuck her maw to the arid air and started off at a flaunty trot. |+
+| The wind that caressed every frame whipped sand about them making it impossible for any to focus… but not her. She flagged her banner as she advanced at a canter towards the sound that she had heard. No way was she going to let another horse live in ‘her’ turf, especially if it was another mare. Her blood red pelt glowed against the sand, she was almost not seen except for the white markings all across her frame. There. Off in the distance she saw the foolish equine. |+
+| The hot blooded Arabian charged right at the other horse, ivories barred and blue eyes wild. She skidded to a halt right before her and grinned savagely while teasing, ‘Well look what the cat dragged in…’ she started to dance in circles around her in impatiance. |+
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Re: ~ my own kind ~
« Reply #5 on: Oct 23rd, 2007, 5:29pm » |
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~ ebon plumes blotted her vision as a thing, a living thing, of flesh and blood, came into existence before her very eyes. no creature of wing or scale, no flesh-eater, not even some unknown beast that would otherwise have fled from her presence. Nay. it was the most beautiful thing the mare had ever laid eyes on. ~
~ the femmora standing before her was not like the brassy femmes she remembered. this one was far more refined, slender from hark to hoof, and had a distinct sharpness about her, as if the lightest flick of her trailing whip would leave the deepest wounds that would never heal. her words, however proved to be the blades of her being, not her bodice. she spat and glared, bottomless pools of blue that betrayed the ferocity of her soul. she was wild. too young to have been tamed by the world, and certain she owned it all. ~
~ the seasoned mare's words failed her for several moments, forbidding her to speak lest there be a chance this was merely madness again polluting her sense of reality. finally, her wonder couldn't be restrained any longer, and tones both fearful and unafraid escaped her gaping maw. ~
where did you come from?
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Re: ~ my own kind ~
« Reply #6 on: Oct 28th, 2007, 09:34am » |
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((helloooooooooooooooooo?))
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Re: ~ my own kind ~
« Reply #7 on: Oct 29th, 2007, 7:08pm » |
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Aeromina
+| Heartless Love
Heartless statues,
Dauntless cowards
Sunshine darkens my empty,
Bruised soul
Silence echoes off the wall
Desireless passion
and cruel love,
Run away from fear,
Fly like a black dove.
Resentful anger makes you crave
what you cannot own.|+
+| The hot blooded banshee gazed over her with a challenging grin upon her features. It seemed she was playing a one sided game or waiting for some age old trap she had set to spring. Her tail flagged behind her haughtily and waved back and forth as she flounced around the unfamiliar wench. Her fiery blue stare never left her once and all the while she smirked about the thoughtless question she had asked. She callously stopped and faced her powerfully and lifted her cranium high in the air before countering snidely, ‘I come from the very gates of hell, nameless one, and from your most baleful nightmares.’ her wildly beautiful facade tossed up and down several times as in effort to try and stay standing for more than a few seconds although her high energy got the best of her untamed soul and she started off at a vain, arrogant trot once again. |+
*sorry it's so short... and BTW... ADHD arabian... XD lol*
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